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oglobalmart · 1 year ago
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norrisleclercf1 · 25 days ago
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Mafia Lestappen when reader gets into a car crash
A/N: And if I add a child? Then what????? Also Monaco is a lot bigger in this fake world soooo yeah maybe twice as big as it normally is
"Mommy, sing," You baby girl giggles as you drive her home from 1st grade, you hate dropping her off there, but it was safe and good for her to socialize with other children, and with her life and who her fathers are you knew letting her be herself safely was best.
"Adie," You sigh, but you can't deny those sea green eyes as you turn up the old Disney music and start to sing with her. She giggles happily as you look in the mirror and smile, 'MOMMY!" Adeline scream rings out as you look back in front of you and gasp, before everything goes dark.
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"Should be home soon," Charles sighs, finally home from a long day at the office, Max trudging in behind Charles wanting to just curl up in bed with his family. "I know, I hate she goes to school, but it's best," Max grumbles, always missing his little girl and Charles was no better.
When she was younger the two of them would break her out all the time but you put your foot down, stating that school would be good for Adeline. Charles hums and pets the cats and then Leo, his dog and moves grabbing his phone as it vibrates and he smiles as picture of you and Adie pop up.
"Mon cher, when are you going to be-" "Mr. Leclerc, this is Dr. LaRouche, I'm the emergency room attending here at Grace Kelly Memorial Hospital, I have your daughter and wife here, they were in a very serious accident," Charles feels his blood run cold as he turns to stare at Max whose bent down petting his cats. "What?" Max asks, looking up.
"Charles, what is it?"
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"I just want Mommy!" Adeline sobs, the pediatrician and nurse trying their best to calm her down. "I know sweetie, but we've called your fathers, they'll be here soon," The doors fly open as Max charges in like a bull, eyes wild before the settle on his baby girl. "ADIE!" "DADDY!" She sobs and moves as he rushes over and captures her in his arms.
"I'm here, I'm here," Max repeats as Charles collides into them holding his baby as well. "Mommy, mommy was hurt," She sobs and Max refuses to move from her side as Charles looks around their guards everywhere as the staff move carefully around them. "Someone tell me where the fuck, our wife is?" Charles ground out and a nurse stands, walking over quickly.
"You're wife and daughter were involved in a head on collision, the man was running from the cops and hit your wife. She sustained a head injury and a lacerated spleen and they needed to take her to surgery to remove the spleen as it was bleeding and unable to be repaired. You can see her in a couple hours when the surgery is over, please, just stay with your daughter," The nurse calmly explains and Max moves lying on the bed now.
"Charles," Charles turns around and sees Adie crying softer and looking at him with his own eyes. "Oh, my poor bebe, you must've been so scared. You were so brave," Charles praises softly kissing her head as Max looks over her only seeing little scratches and scruffs, the only thing that concerns him is the cut on her forehead.
"Does your head hurt my little star?" Max whispers pulling her into his lap and holding her close as Charles blocks them from the lingering eyes in the Emergency room. "Just a little, they gave me yucky medicine to help," She explains, "Papa, can I play a game on your phone?" She asks, blinking and Charles quickly gives her his phone.
"Mr. Verstappen, Mr. Leclerc?" They turn as a doctor approaches them. "Your wife is out of surgery, we can't let you in the room, but you can see her," Charles and Max move, Charles taking Adie into his arms and kisses her head gently as they walk through the stale hospital hallways and stop at your window, the sound of candy crush going low from Charles's phone.
"She's good, just sleeping, we'll continue to monitor her, but luckily her car is....military grade, if her car wasn't like that then it would be much worse," The doctor says and pats Max's back who nods as Charles squeezes Adie close unable to imagine what would've happened.
"Told you it was worth it," Max whispers and Charles sighs resting his head on his shoulder. "Not now, Max,"
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constantinerkives · 1 year ago
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PAIRING: Hotel Magnate! Yoo Jimin x College student! Fem reader _____________ WARNINGS: Sugar Mommy AU, college AU, age gap, OC is in her final year of college while YJM is 34, profanity, strangers to paramours, Chopard and Cannes Film Festival Karina, good lord. OC has a slight crush on the dean lmao. OC short-circuits when pretty, older women talk to her. Smut, oral (K receiving), strap-on sex (reader receiving), Dom! Karina, mommy kink, OC ain't a virgin, riding, rough sex, cock-warming, or was it strap-warming? (IDK, but you catch my drift, yeah?), shower sex, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of a vibrator, pool sex, biting, marking, fingering, that's pretty much it, I think. _____________ WORDCOUNT: 14.7K Sorry, this was self-indulgent yall, my bad💀🤩 _____________ A/N:
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You asked; I shall deliver. Oh - and please see the header for synopsis and turn on your sound hehe.
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"Ning Yizhou, what the fuck-"
"Shut up and listen, will you?" She cuts you off with a glare and turns her MacBook screen towards you. "You need this." 
You clamp your mouth shut and allow the younger girl to continue. The ash-blonde girl takes a seat across from you and shows you a site from the internet. You sit before the latter with the pads of your fingers tapping against your thighs. Ningning observes you warily before knotting her fingers together. "After hearing your rants for months about how the school's kicking both your ass and wallet, I propose a solution." 
"By being a sugar baby," You snort. She shoots you a silencing look. "Let me finish, Y/N." 
 She shows you her profile, "This website is safe, and it strictly monitors the chats of both parties. It is consensual and beneficial for person A and person B." She then shows you her chat with her sponsor; the profile read: Uchinaga Giselle. If your memory serves you correctly, she is the managing director of AE Industries, a definition of young, rich, and beautiful. "Woah, your sugar mommy is Giselle?"
Ningning's lips curl to a smirk, "Focus, Y/N. Have you read our conversation?"
"Yes," Your eyes skim the chat, "It's respectful and direct." 
"Exactly," She grins and closes her MacBook. "Not all stories involving a life like this are scary, Y/N." Your friend presses a palm against her chest, "Like me, for example." 
"Yeah, yeah," You sigh and lower your head, "I don't know, Ning." Her features soften as her hand reaches yours, her thumb rubbing comforting circles against the back of your palm. 
"Some sugar mommies or daddies want to fill the void of being rich Y/N. Some want to soothe their overbearing parents, and some just have too much fucking money. They're mature and won't force you to do something you're not comfortable with for the sake of being spoiled in return." 
You contemplated for a moment before curling your lips to a smile. "Fuck it, Ning. I'm in." Your friend grins and opens her MacBook. "Leave your profile to me, Y/N. And pick a dress you'll be using for the ceremony. You need to look fresh for tomorrow." Right. Before this discussion with Ningning, you received an email from Hanyang University that you're a dean's lister for the second semester. 
"Thanks, Ning." You stand from the table and make your way to her room. 
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"Y/N!" Minjeong squeals upon seeing your familiar figure as more awardees enter the venue, "I'm relieved! I thought I was going to be alone with strangers for the ceremony." 
"Not anymore," You grin and crane your neck to examine the students on the premises. "Are we the only ones from our block?" 
She follows your example and hums, "Seems like it, and - oh shit, the dean's heading this way!" You snap your head and lock eyes with the dean of your department. An automatic smile curls on your lips as you acknowledge her presence by bowing your head. "Miss Kim, Seol," The older woman greets with her slender digits knotted atop her stomach. 
"Good evening, Miss Bae." You greet in return. Bae Joohyun, professionally known as Irene Bae, is the dean of your department. The woman couldn't be older than forty, fair-skinned, doe-shaped eyes framing sharp, intelligent obsidian-hued pupils, an upturned nose, a small face, and pink, plump lips. The dean is sporting a mint blue suit and white heels, and her long black hair tied in a low ponytail. The older woman's lips curl upward, "I see that it's only the two of you again from your block," She comments while you and Minjeong look at each other, uncertain. "And I'm impressed," Irene adds. You glow under her praise, "Thank you, Miss Bae." 
The latter hums, "Do enjoy the celebration." 
With that, she walks past you and Winter. You caught a whiff of the older woman's scent and let out a blissful sigh as you stagger. "Damn," Winter exhales as her head follows the older woman's slender figure, "If she wasn't the dean, I don't mind being smashed by her." 
"Agree," You giggled as you watched the older woman interact with her faculty. "I guess I have a reason to study my ass off." 
Then your stomach churns uncomfortably as an unpleasant thought voices your concern. 
That is if you have the money to enroll for the final semester.
Blood drains from your body, and your smile drops. "I should find a job that should sustain me." You mutter under your breath as another feminine voice interjects: "Minjeong!" You snap from your reverie and raise your head. You spot Chaewon standing next to Yunjin and Ryujin; gesturing a hand to Winter, who looks at you with a small smile, "I'll hang around with them, yeah?" Her tone indicates permission, and you snort at her. "You don't need to ask for my approval, Winter. Go." 
The latter guffaws and pats your shoulder, "Have a nice evening, Y/N." With that, she leaves to join the group. 
You sigh, and your posture droops as your eyes scour your surroundings. Your vision dims at the sight of extravagance oozing from your peers and faculty. You clench and unclench your hands to calm your racing nerves before the voices behind your head speak up: You don't belong here. 
And you painfully agree. How the hell did you manage to keep up? 
"Excuse me, miss," Your ears perk upon hearing an unfamiliar deep yet feminine voice. Sultry and alluring. "But have you seen Joohyun?"
Joohyun? Your brows furrow. How can someone say the dean's name so casually? 
You turn in the direction of the stranger, and your eyes subtly widen at the sight of the towering beauty behind you. Your eyes take in her appearance. Her long black hair was styled; slid back, allowing you to have a good glimpse at her smooth, fair countenance, familiar doe-shaped eyes framing those sharp, intelligent hazel-colored crevices. You mentally pick your jaw from the floor. 
"Joohyun?" Your voice came out as a squeak, and you fought the urge to palm your face. "You mean our dean?"
A playful grin curls on her plump lips, "Yes," Her hazel-colored eyes scour your features, "And my," She purrs, "Aren't you a beauty?" Your cheeks warmed as the woman continued: "I should count myself lucky for asking a pretty girl like you." A subtle shade of pink dust your cheeks as you clear your throat softly, "Thank you," You muse as you shift your weight from one foot to another. "How may I help you?"
"I'm looking for-"
"Karina," Your posture straightens upon hearing her authoritative voice. Irene takes a stand beside you. Her face turns in your direction with slight surprise before she regains her calm countenance and returns her gaze to the said stranger: Karina. 
"I see that you've met one of my students," The dean gestures a hand towards the raven-haired beauty. "Y/N, meet my..." She trails off before Karina's lips release a deep chuckle, shivers run down your spine, and your stomach churns at the sound. "Don't be shy now, Hyunnie." 
Hyunnie? 
Karina holds out her hand for you to shake, "I'm Karina Bae, her half-sister. And you are?" 
Half-sister? 
Oh
That explains the familiar features, and if you have to compare the two of them by age, Karina seems to be ten years younger than the older woman next to you. But still, both women are drop-dead gorgeous. They won the battle of genes. 
"Seol Y/N," You reply in a trance as you reach to shake her hand, expecting a handshake, but she surprises you by bringing it up to brush her mouth against your knuckles, a shock traveling up your arm at the contact. Her eyes never leave yours, and you hold your breath, afraid you'll do something embarrassing if you do. Hopefully, your face doesn't show how the action flustered you. You gawk at her as she releases your hand. 
"A pleasure, Y/N." Your body glows at the way her tongue smoothly caresses your name. It's embarrassing how quick you are to succumb to the younger Bae. You instinctively look away from her raving eyes as the dean clears her throat. 
"Easy, Karina." The dean chides, "She's my student," 
A heart-throbbing smile graces Karina's lips, "Anyways," She raises a paper bag. Was she holding something all this time? How come you didn't notice? "As you can see, sister. I just returned from France," The hazel-eyed beauty hands it to her, "And I bought a present." 
You eye the two of them, feeling as though you're intruding on a moment between the siblings. Irene's lips curl upwards and takes the paperbag, "You shouldn't have, Karina. Is that why you came here?"
"Of course," Karina grins, "I can't come back to my alma mater empty-handed now, can I?" 
"Thank you, Karina." 
The latter merely hums in reply, "I'll get going now. There's no need for me to stay if a party lacks drinks." She grins while Irene rolls her eyes. "It's protocol," 
"Sure," Karina turns to you, "Take care, Miss Seol." 
Perhaps she was waiting for you to hold your hand out again, but your brain decided that risking another touch from this gorgeous woman would have undesirable consequences. A wave sufficed for now.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Karina." 
You were wrong. Karina doesn't even have to touch you to get you woozy. Her wolfish smirk was enough to make your knees wobble. She departs, leaving your eyes to follow her lithe physique. 
"I apologize on her behalf," The older Bae announces, and you move your gaze to her. You gulped. "She isn't usually like this. Perhaps staying in Paris rewired her behavior." You shake your head sideways, "It's fine Miss Bae. Have a wonderful evening," You tell her before bowing and departing from the dean. 
Ningning automatically bombards you with her findings while you are at the ceremony. 
"So your account has been receiving DMs," She grins with pride beaming in her delicate features as she slides you a takeout from her favorite fast-food chain, "All you have to do is to go through it with a fine-tooth comb and take your pick." She slides the MacBook in your direction, and your eyes widen at the number of requests. 
"Woah," You mumble, feeling overwhelmed. Your friend catches on and sits next to you. "You don't have to make a choice overnight. You can scour it whenever you're free." 
And that's what you did. 
You spent your lunchtime and break times scouring the site for your potential benefactor. 
For days, no one caught your eye, until a woman popped up on your screen. 
Yoo Jimin
You clicked on her profile, half of her face was hidden, but those plump lips, the lighting, and the prominent collarbones beneath the lapels of her blazer pulled you to dig deeper into her account. You press the photo where she is leaning her back against the gold railing of Hotel Olympia. Jimin was wearing a form-fitting black dress showing off her slender figure. On her hand was a champagne glass and the closest glimpse of her side profile; absolute perfection. You let out a huff and close your eyes to steel your nerves before typing:
Hello
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"Ning, what are we doing here?" You inquire the younger girl as she drags you into Givenchy's boutique, the employees eyeing you warily as the latter scrutinizes the boutique before looking at you with a familiar smile.
"We're shopping for your outfit next week," If your face showed surprise, you hid it poorly. You lean close to whisper against Ningning's ear. "In here?"
The ash-blonde shoots you a look. "Duh?"
"It's expensive!"
"It's fine-"
"What can I do for you ladies?" Ningning turns to the employee and smiles, "I made an appointment three hours ago under Giselle Uchinaga's name." The older woman hums as your friend continues, "Send us your best attires for a date night for my friend-" She gestures a hand towards you, "What's your size?"
You gawk at her as the employee looks at you expectantly, "Uhm-"
"Tell her," Ningning commands, the look on her face gave no heed to protests.
You blurt out your size, and the lady nods and turns to your friend, "We'll look for her size. In the meantime do enjoy the private suite located to the left corner of our store." She gestures an open palm to one of the five private booths. Ningning seemed pleased by the suggestion and thanked the woman before grasping your wrist and dragging you to your assigned booth.
"Yizhou-"
"If you're worried about paying back, don't worry about it." She cuts you off as she grabs one of Givenchy's brochures presented on the table. "Besides," She tears her gaze from the material, "You need to look presentable for your meeting with your sugar mommy."
You purse your lips. After interacting with your benefactor for two days, you finally agreed to meet to discuss the nature of your relationship with her. She gave you the freedom to dress in whatever clothing you want, so long as you'll style it with a white scarf. That way, she'd be able to identify you and not cause any misunderstanding. Ningning pats a spot next to her on the velvet couch, "Be comfortable, Y/N. I'm here."
"This is new territory to me, Nings." You confess while rubbing your nape. The younger girl's expression softens as you sit next to her. The ash-blonde-haired girl drapes a slender arm around your shoulders. "You don't have to pay me back, Y/N." She tells you solemnly, "I take pleasure in knowing that you'll look good in your first meeting because I was there to ensure that you'll give a good impression. Now don't worry about the price tags. Gigi is aware and is willing to extend her generosity because she knows I'm friends with you, and we've been together through thick and thin."
"Gigi?" You teased with a smile, and she winked at you. Before she can say anything else, there's a knock on the double doors.
You fix your posture as your friend tells them to come in.
On cue, three women entered the room. Two of them were delicately guiding the cloth rack inside while one pushed a tray of shoes, bags, and accessories. Your jaw slacks at the collection.
"These are our finest collections," One of them declares with a smile, "Feel free to choose which ones you like." Without another word, they exit the booth, leaving you and your friend alone. "Okay," Ningning stands from her couch and approaches the dresses and takes one that caught her eye, and presents it to you. "Try this one first."
After trying on different types of attires for an excruciating hour, you found a dress you and Ningning agree on.
"Finally!" She grins as she circles you, inspecting the dress. You stare at your reflection, unable to recognize the lady in the mirror. It's a black, leather one-shoulder draped dress; it hugs your body perfectly. "It goes well when your hair is down." She notes and looks at the shoes, "Okay. Let's try shoes."
Unlike the dresses, the shoes were easier to match with your dress: Voyou slingbacks, or just quintessential black leather heels. The same goes for the small pouch just for your phone and cash to take you to Hotel Olympia, the destination of your first meeting.
"Perfect," Ningning awes, "This will be your look for your meeting." She locks eyes with your reflection, "Do you like it?"
"Yes," You breathe, and she claps her hands in delight. "We're taking it." The latter then eyes at the accessories, "One last!" She snatches a white silk twill scarf with beveled ends and styles it around your neck.
Now you don't recognize the girl in the mirror. You eye her with awe as you run a free hand from the top of your neck; down to your chest. The reflection inclines her head to the side.
You are going to be this girl next week, and you can only hope that your attire alone can coax your potential benefactor to sponsor you.
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The ride from Hanyang University to Hotel Olympia is twenty minutes. 
Upon entering the hotel, the biting chill nips your skin, eliciting a shudder from you, and with your free hand, you rub your bare arm. No one seems to mind your presence. 
"Should've brought a jacket," You shudder, and a voice behind your head interjects:
But as if any of your jackets can match your attire. 
A snort leaves your lips as you scour the lobby of the hotel. 
Hotel Olympia is the largest hotel group in all of Korea with Lotte trailing behind them. Your eyes scour the area for the front desk and lock eyes with the hotel receptionist. With a smile, you approach the employee. 
"Good evening, miss." She greets, "Is there anything you need?"
"Yes," You clear your throat to steel your nerves while your feet tap against the polished marble floors. "Can you point me to Bicena Olympia?"
She fixes her posture and gestures a palm towards one of the double doors to your left. "Through that door." You follow the direction of her hand and bow at the older woman, "Thank you." Shuddering, you enter Bicena Olympia: the restaurant of Hotel Olympia: white, clean walls, cloud-like chandeliers, polished saddle-brown floorboards, and elegant yet comfortable furniture; to add life to the restaurant: it's decorated with carefully selected plants and priceless paintings. Guests from all over the country fill the walls of the restaurant with hushed chatter, laughter, the cluttering of utensils, and the clinking of champagne glasses. 
"Excuse me, miss." One of the restaurant's staff approaches you. A man, no older than twenty-five, sporting a neatly pressed suit. His hair: gelled and slid back. "Do you have a reservation?"
"Oh, yes - for Miss Yoo." 
The gentleman nods, and folds his hands behind his back, "Follow me." He turns and strides toward one of the vacant tables - you follow behind him as he pulls out a seat for you. "Thank you," You tell the man before he bows and returns to his podium. 
According to Jimin, she'll be joining you shortly. She's caught up in a meeting. You take this opportunity to fix your appearance via your phone's camera. 
From the entrance of Bicena Olympia, there emerged a woman no older than thirty-four, wearing a black long Cady dress with a plunging neckline, exposing the valley of her breast down to an inch above her navel and white heels. Her hair is styled straight and loose, and at the base of her neck lay a single gold chain necklace, emphasizing her prominent collarbones. Her right hand secures a shoulder bag, while the other, a neatly pressed, double-breasted tailored coat with red lapels.
Her hazel-colored eyes scour the restaurant, looking for a college girl with a white scarf. 
Your nails tap against the tablecloth as you wait patiently for your date, ignoring the biting chill that keeps brushing against your skin. You felt a presence behind you, wondering if it's a waiter you crane your neck - only to be stopped when you feel someone draping a thick piece of cloth over your shoulders. Hands grasping your shoulders delicately. 
"Oh-"
"Thank you for waiting, darling." Your skin tingles as you look up, pupils dilating, jaw-slacking as a familiar woman with hazel-colored eyes locks with yours; they light up with mirth as her plump, red lips curl to a bemused smile. 
"You," You breathe, inhaling her subtle but expensive perfume. The scent is so intoxicating and warm. With notes of coffee, white flowers, and vanilla, it's the perfect mix of sexy and sweet. It suits her. 
"Good evening to you too, Miss Seol." Karina chuckles deeply. Your stomach twinges blissfully at the sound as you shift beneath her intense gaze. Oh, wait - she remembers your name? Oh, lord. 
"Good evening, Karina." You stammer as one of her hands plays with your scarf. She hums absentmindedly and takes a seat across from you and as she did, your eyes shamelessly follow her graceful physique. 
Holy shit, she looks hot-
"This is a pleasant surprise," Karina starts as she knots her fingers together and shoots you a playful smile. Your cheeks dust pink. "I didn't expect to see Joohyun's pretty student so soon." 
And you didn't expect to have your potential benefactor as your dean's half-sister, either. Shit. 
"And I you, Yoo Jimin." You counter and mirror her smile. The older woman guffaws, but you didn't miss her eyes wandering from your face to your attire, and your skin tingles at her attention. "You look wonderful, Y/N." She puts her bag to the side of the table. "Are you hungry?"
Your stomach growls, and your cheeks flush as you sheepishly rub the back of your neck. "Yes - I'm hungry." 
A knowing smile graces the older girl's lips as she directs her gaze to the person behind you and nods. "Dinner's on me, Y/N. Order what you like."
A waiter immediately comes to her and distributes the menu. Karina swiftly opens it, her hazel eyes scouring her options before looking up at the waiter. "I'll take a steakhouse-style ribeye." She shifts her gaze toward you, "And for the lady?"
Your lips swiftly moved the meal that Ningning suggested for you to order:
"I'll take the balsamic-and-rosemary-marinated florentine steak." An approving look dances on the older woman's face as the waiter jots it. "How about your drinks?"
Karina looks at you, beckoning you to order first. 
"A cranberry mocktail," The waiter nods and turns his attention to the other woman, "And as for you, President Bae?"
Hold on a minute - president?
"A Sauvignon Blanc," A grin breaks from the waiter's lips, "Excellent choice, President Bae." He takes a step back. "I'll come back with your orders in approximately 40 minutes." Without another word, the man bows and strides away from your table. 
"President?" You muse as a smirk creeps on the latter's lips. "Surprise, surprise." Karina picks up her empty wine glass and examines it. You watch her intently. "I'm sure you have questions." Her eyes suddenly dart back to you, and your skin crawls. "Ask ahead, darling." 
You purse your lips, "The waiter called you president," You tread carefully, "Are you, by chance, the president of Hotel Olympia?"
"Clever girl," She purrs, and you shrink in your seat, "Yes, Y/N. I'm the president of Hotel Olympia." Damn.
She gestures for you to ask again. You clear your throat, "The name you used in your account, why use Yoo Jimin?"
Karina hums, "Yoo Jimin was the name my mother initially thought of before Irene's father changed it. They still let me keep it for casual occasions that aren't related to business." 
Your lips form to an 'o' as Karina leans close, "Is that all?"
"Yes," 
"If that's the case," She puts down her empty wine glass, "What about you, Y/N?"
A playful smile tugs your lips, "What do you want to know?"
"Your information, likes, dislikes." 
You followed through with her request, telling her everything she has to know, and the woman paid attention to every word you said. And it feels odd having someone like her listen to a girl of your caliber. 
"-I'll sponsor you," She finalizes. 
You gape at her, "Really?"
"Of course, princess." You nearly threw yourself out of the chair as your hands gripped your purse as she continued: 
"You're a catch, Y/N." She admits with honesty brewing in her eyes, "And something tells me that you're someone who must be kept at high maintenance. And I'm here for it. You chose me out of all the women out there, and you chose well." 
Your face warms at her praise as Karina leans close, "So, pretty girl, will you be mine to spoil in return for your time?"
And who are you to deny her?
"Yes," You breathily answer, and the older woman approves with a wolfish grin. "Perfect,"
And speaking of perfect- 
"Excuse me, President Bae." The waiter returns with a tray of your ordered steaks. The older woman leans back, giving them space as they distribute your meal and your drinks. Setting it down on the table, he straightened up, but not without opening the wine and pouring it into her wine glass. 
"Do enjoy your meal," 
"Wait," Karina held up her hand, halting the server before reaching into her bag. Sliding a small roll of bills out, he pulled at least five of them free to hand over. "Thank you, President Bae." Judging by the way his smile brightened, it must've been an enormous amount as the server bows deeply before leaving.
Karina snaps you back to reality by motioning to your plate. "Dig in, sweetheart, and if you want to eat anything else, speak up - it's all on me." She grins as she picks up her glass by the stem and swirls it. You watch as the liquid sloshes while the woman inhales her wine before taking light sips and releasing a sigh of contentment. Noticing your stare, she snaps her gaze to yours. You quickly look away with pink dusting your cheeks, and the older woman's lips curl to a smirk. "Say, do you have plans this weekend?"
You bring your attention back to her, recounting your plans and finding none. 
"No, I don't have plans this weekend, Karina." You blink, "May I ask why?"
"You'll see," The raven-haired beauty grins, "Enjoy your dinner, Y/N." 
Your jaw slacks upon stopping before the boutique of Patek Philippe. Karina stands beside you and puts her hand on the small area of your back. Despite her coat hanging on your shoulders, a mild shiver runs down your spine. "Come, Y/N." She beckons gently as she leads you inside the boutique. 
You stand there while the retail clerk and your benefactor talk, unsure of what to contribute to their discussion, and finally, the sales clerk gestures a hand towards the three models displayed inside a glass casing. 
"There are only three of them in the world," She proudly begins, "And it just so happens that our branch won all three of them in the auction, President Bae." Karina turns to you with a kind smile, "Pick whatever you want, sweetheart." 
The sales clerk expectantly looks at you. You snap your head to the display of watches before looking back at Karina, "Is this okay with you?"
"Consider this a sign of our beneficial partnership, darling." She goes behind you. Your breath hitches as her snake past the coat and traverses to your waist, delicate yet firm as she presses her front against your back. Karina drops her voice an octave lower, sending goosebumps trailing in her wake as she husks: 
"So choose," 
Fuck, you bite your lower lip, trying to focus while the older woman's hands rest on your hips, gently squeezing them. 
 "That one," You stammer as you point to the two-toned watch. The older woman smirks from behind as she moves to the side, leaving your back cold and aching for her warmth. "Excellent choice, miss." The sales clerk grins before shifting her gaze to your benefactor. "I'll just prepare some paperwork, and then she can wear it." 
It didn't take long for the transaction to be processed. By the time the three of you reached the counter, Karina pulled out her wallet. You watch, as her well-manicured hand gracefully takes out a JP Morgan Reserve credit card made of laser-etched palladium and gold and hands it to the register. Seconds later, Karina's sitting while the retail clerk assists you with the watch. 
"There you go," The clerk beams while you study the accessory. 
Patek Philippe reinterprets the design of its most complicated wristwatch by offering it for the first time in a "two-tone" version combining white gold and rose gold, along with brown opaline dials. The watch is accompanied by white gold cufflinks featuring a brown opaline center adorned with a hand-guilloched hobnail pattern and a rose gold Calatrava cross. 
It's beautiful, elegant, and practical. 
"What do you think, Y/N?" You turn to the latter and smile warmly at her with gratitude swimming in your eyes. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Karina."
The wealthy woman returns your smile and stands up. She holds out her arm for you, beckoning for you to intertwine your hand on her arm, and you happily indulge her as she leads you to the exit with the clerk trailing behind and bowing as you two leave the store. You examine the watch again with a small smile dancing on your lips. 
"Beautiful," Karina praises, and you tear your eyes from your watch and lock eyes with the hazel-eyed beauty. "Yeah, it is beautiful."
"I mean you," She grins, and your cheeks warmed. "But yes, I agree the watch is beautiful." 
Bemused, you asked her: "Are you this flirty with someone you just met?"
The older woman shakes her head sideways, "No, pretty girl." You freeze as she reaches to brush a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. "I meant what I said." 
Eyes wide like a dear caught in headlights, your face flushes, and you clear your throat as you step back. Karina smirks, amused by your reaction, before looking at her wristwatch. 
"Oh, my," She returns her gaze to you. "Didn't you say that the university dorm closes at 10 PM?"
"Yes," Your stomach drops as you instinctively look at the time. 
9:35 PM
"Shit," You mutter under your breath. 
"I'll drive you there," She chimes as she reaches for her bag. "I'll call my secretary." 
Before you can say anything, she already has her secretary on the line. 
"Yes, we'll drive her back to Hanyang University." Karina turns to you, "It isn't safe for her to return there alone. Yes, we'll meet by the entrance of the hotel, have the car ready." With that, she ends the call and turns to you, and raises her arm, as if to escort you. "Come, Y/N. Our ride awaits." 
Elated, you intertwine your arm with hers as she leads you to the entrance of the Hotel Olympia's building, where a sleek black Rolls-Royce car is waiting with a short-haired brunette no older than twenty-seven leaning against the passenger door. 
"Good evening, Miss Bae." The secretary turns her head to you and regards you with a bow. "Miss Seol." 
Karina opens the passenger door for you. "Let's go, darling."
Twenty-three minutes later, Karina's car parked near the entrance of the university dorm. 
"Thanks again, Karina." You bashfully tell her as you take the coat off your shoulders and hand it back to her. The older woman takes it with a smile while her secretary focuses her eyes in front. And just before you open the door, your eyes widen as your body numbs as you turn to her, Karina tilts her head, her gorgeous face contorts with curiosity. "What is it, darling? Did you forget something?"
"No," You clear your throat, "No. I forgot to ask this earlier, but, what about your sister?"
She quirks a brow, bemused. "What about her, sweetheart?"
"What if she finds out?"
The older woman exhales softly and scooches next to you as she puts her hand behind your back. A mild shiver couldn’t help but run down your spine, thanks to her fingertips gliding along your exposed skin. You almost forgot that your dress was semi-backless. 
"I'll still sponsor you, darling." Her lips curl upward, "Our arrangement doesn't concern her. We're consenting adults aren't we?"
You nod in agreement and she pats your back gently, "Good. Oh, and before I forget, send me your bank account and other apps you use for monetary transactions in the morning, yeah?"
"I will," A grin escapes your lips as she retracts her hand, and you open the passenger door, but before closing it, Karina calls out to you. 
"Oh, and Y/N?"
"Yes?" You breathe as she leans close enough for you to see her lashes, "Have a nice evening. I had fun." 
"You too," You lean away, "I had fun too." When you finally close the door, you turn away from the vehicle and stride toward your dorm with a smile that is raised on its own on your lips. 
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You curse as your phone pings with notifications of Karina sending you $50,000. 
"Woah," Ningning grins as she leans away with you as more students file through the lecture hall. "Told you it worked like a charm!" You mirror her grin as she playfully swats your arm and drops her voice to a whisper. "So, who is she?"
You drop your head, "The Hotel Magnate of Hotel Olympia." 
The latter's jaw slacked, "Karina?" She blinks, "As in Karina Bae? The half-sister of our dean?"
"Hush!" 
She gasps, "Holy shit, Y/N. What if her sister finds out?"
You rest the side of your face against your palm while the other hand toys with your pen. "She said she'll still sponsor me," A small smile curves your lips as you look at Ningning as you repeat Karina's words from last night: 
"Our arrangement doesn't concern her. We're consenting adults, aren't we?"
The latter hums as she takes out her MacBook, "So are you guys exclusive or?" Your brows furrowed. Come to think of it...you look down at your watch. "I don't know. I didn't specify." The ash-blonde-haired girl hums, "It's safe to assume that you are unless you clarify it." She boots up her device and frowns as your peer's chatter amplifies. 
"Professor Jung is late." 
Your brows raise as you turn to the vacant teacher's table, "That's a first." 
Ningning shrugs, "Doesn't matter. We have free time - wanna grab a coffee-"
"Settle down students!" An authoritative voice booms inside the lecture hall, immediately silencing them. Your body bristles as the dean's slender figure enters the classroom sporting a matching black pleat short jacket and slit skirt that reaches below her knees and black heels. 
"Holy shit," Ningning snickers as she turns to look at you while the dean puts her clicker atop the desk. "Since Professor Jung is dealing with a personal emergency, I will teach in his stead." She raises her head, and your eyes lock with hers for a brief moment. 
Your posture stiffens as she turns her body towards you, "Miss Seol, tell me, what was your last discussion with Mr. Jung?" 
Your friend nudges her elbow against yours. You shoot her a look before standing up while she hides her smile as you inform Irene of your last discussion with the professor. 
"Very well," She turns and clicks on the projector, "Thank you, Miss Seol. Be seated."
An inaudible sigh of relief leaves your lips as you sit down. Your friend leans close to you with a shit-eating grin as she whispers:
"Chill, Y/N, you look like a sinner sweating inside a church." 
You nudge her side and hiss quietly at her: "Shut up." she just stuck her tongue out to you and you roll your eyes at her in response as the dean's voice fills the lecture hall, continuing Professor Jung's lesson.
Thirty minutes in, and your phone vibrates inside your pocket. You sneakily take a peek to see who it was: 
Karina
And she was asking if you want to have lunch with her if you're not busy. 
You're not
You fought the urge to smile as you reply with yes. 
She'll pick you up ten minutes after your class with the dean. 
"Gigi invited me to have lunch with her," Ningning says as she gathers her things. "That means you have to find a replacement for me as your lunch buddy."
"It's fine," You tell her as you pack your things and sling them over your new bag. "Karina invited me to have lunch with her too."
"Nice," The latter grins. "So, see you after lunch?"
"See you after lunch."
"Oh," She snaps her head back to you. "Don't forget to ask if your arrangement is exclusive or not!"
A chuckle rumbles in your chest, "I will." And you make your separate ways. 
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"Your sister will see you," You mused as you approach the older woman who was leaning against her Bentley. 
Karina pushed her Hugo sunglasses to her hair, giving her luscious locks a slid-back look. The raven-haired woman was wearing a black brushed ribbed-knit top with matching tailored sailor pants and boots. The fit complimented her lithe body. On the base of her neck is a golden chain necklace. 
The older woman grins as you stand a few feet away from her. "You make it sound like I'm your paramour." 
A small smile dances on your lips, "You just got off from work?"
"It's a slow day today at the office," Her hazel-colored eyes run down your body, "And I see that you got yourself a new look." 
You look down at your attire: white, monogram Jacquard cropped jeans, a plain white shirt, and ankle boots, all from Loius Vui, just like the attire of Karina. 
"Needed a fresh look," You tell her as you check out your attire. "You like it?"
"It suits you," She smiled before opening the passenger door for you. "Shall we get lunch?"
 "Well, isn't this a surprise," Karina mused while you and Ningning gaped at each other with her arm draped around who you presume is her benefactor: Giselle who's wearing a two-piece red suit and black heels. 
"Karina," Giselle regards before looking at you and smiling, "Y/N." 
Your benefactor turns to you, surprised. "You know each other?" 
"We're friends," Ningning interjects, "I'm roommates with Y/N. Giselle knows her through me." 
"I see," 
"Be seeing you two," The conglomerate looks at her sugar baby, "Let's go to our table." Before separating, Ningning sends you a wave while Karina leads you to your designated table with her hand pressed against the small area of your back. 
"Here you go, darling." She pulls out a seat for you before sitting across from you. "Order what you like. It's on me." She winks before a waiter comes and distributes the menu. 
"So," You clear your throat as soon as you say your orders to the waiter. Karina inclines her head to the side, waiting for you to continue. "Are we exclusive?"
The raven-haired woman arched a brow, and her expression hardens. "Do you plan on cheating on me if I say no?"
"What," You sputter as your arms frantically wave as if saying no. "No, I mean - I was just clarifying-"
"Yes," Karina's features soften with mirth, "Yes, darling. We're exclusive, so relax." 
"Oh," Your cheeks flush. 
"Why? Are you seeing someone?"
"No," You squeak. Your face burns as you clear your throat and straighten your posture as you repeat your answer: "No." 
"Very well," She toys with her utensils, and a wolfish smirk plays on her plump lips. "Has anyone told you that you look cute when you're flustered?"
Your face flushes, "No," 
"Then I'm the first," After some time, she drove you back to Hanyang University fifteen minutes before your next class begins.
"Thanks for the lunch," You tell the older woman as she brings you to the other entrance of the University. The latter hums, "My pleasure," Karina then clicks her tongue, "And Y/N?"
"Yes?"
"A little bird told me that you guys have a year-end party next week," Karina begins, "And that you'll have a three-day vacation after that due to the preparations for your university week, correct?"
"Yes," You confirm as you shift your weight on your other foot. "Why's that?"
The hazel-eyed beauty tilts her head sideways, "I was wondering if you'd like to spend those days with me in Japan. I have a business convention in one of my hotels in Tokyo." She tells you with her arms folded behind her back. 
A vacation with a drop-dead gorgeous woman? How could you say no to her when she's asking you so nicely?
"I'd love to," You beam at her, and her features glow. 
"Wonderful. You have plenty of time to prepare until then..." She trails off as she approaches you and takes your hand. 
You incline your head to the side, watching her with intent before your eyes widen, your cheeks dust pink, and your skin tingles as she presses her lips against the knuckles of your fingers. 
"Be seeing you," Karina whispers as she lets go. But before you enter the main building, your sugar mommy calls out your name.
"Yes?"
"Call me 'Jimin' next time we meet," She graces you with an award-winning smile. "'Karina' sounds cold coming from you, darling. So call me Jimin instead."
"Okay then, Jimin."
With that, you enter the main building.
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"Woah," Ningning snorts, "She invited you to a business convention with her in Tokyo?"
You hum as you browse through a fine selection of clothing. 
"In Tokyo?" Your friend repeats, and you give her a look, "Yeah? What about it?"
"Oh, nothing," She leans against the pillar and smirks, "It's just that you two seem to hit it off, I guess." You spare a glance at her, "Why? Did Aeri invite you to a vacation with her?"
"Yep," 
A snort leaves your nostrils, "Then that makes two of us." 
"Yeah," She concedes with a sigh as she begins to look for her new clothes. "You're right. What was the theme of our year-end party again?"
"Las Vegas-esque," You click your tongue, "I don't know, as long as we dress like the people attending casinos, we're fine." 
"So, we're supposed to dress like sluts, then?"
You and Ningning snap your heads at each other before letting out a laugh. "No!" You rebutted, "We're supposed to dress like new money or something." 
"Oh," She bobs her head, "Right."
"If you want to look like someone who goes to a casino," A steely, feminine voice interjects. You and Ningning straighten your backs as you slowly turn around to face Irene Bae, the dean of your college department. 
"I suggest you wear semi-formal attire." She turns her gaze to your friend. "And not dress inappropriately, Miss Ning Yizhou." 
"Good afternoon, Miss Bae." You and your friend say in unison as you bow to her. "At ease, ladies." 
"Sorry about that, Miss Bae." The ash-blonde hair sheepishly remarks before the dean softens her sharp features with a small smile. "I see that you've already chosen your attire, Ningning." She moves her head in your direction, causing you to lock eyes with obsidian-hued crevices. Your back feels as if someone brushed a cold hand against your skin. 
"What about you, Miss Seol?"
"Oh," You sputter as you feel small beneath her gaze. "I haven't picked one yet, Miss Bae."
The older woman hums, "If I may," She strides forward. Both you and Ningning instinctively make way for the older woman as she picks an outfit for you: A oversized, double-breasted jacket in vinyl leather and a gold belt. But despite that, you focus on her proximity and how her subtle but expensive perfume fills your nostrils. Intoxicating. 
"Try these," She coaxes, "But this is only my suggestion, Miss Seol." 
You tentatively take it from the latter, "Thank you, Miss Bae." 
"A pleasure," She looks at your watch. You fight the urge to hide it as an approving smile graces her lips. 
"Nice watch, Y/N. No wonder why there's only two of the same model left." She raises her arm and pulls back her sleeve to show you the black variation of the watch. "I have the second-to-the-last model." Irene grins, the sight surprising you. "I suppose that you and I share the same pleasures in life." 
"You and me, both." You agree with a steady smile. The older woman regards you and your friend. "I best be going now. You ladies enjoy." 
"Goodbye, Miss Bae." Ningning bows, and you follow her example. Once she's out of earshot, the latter turns to you with her lips curling upward t a smirk. "So, you're going to try her suggestion?"
You raise the pair before looking back at her. "I think I will. I mean, have you seen the way she dresses?" Your friend agrees, "Alright, try it, and I'll give you my feedback."
"Thanks, Ning." 
"Holy shit - Y/N, is that you?" You snap your head as Yeji's voice fills your ears despite the EDM music blasting over the speakers.
"Yeji!" You return her greeting as she approaches you and Ningning. The older girl wore a white tweed suit and heels. "Geez, girl." The chestnut-haired girl scours you from head to toe, "You look amazing!"
"Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" You counter, and she playfully hits your shoulder, "Yeah - but seriously, you look good."
"Thanks," You wink at her before she pats your shoulder, "I see Lia at the other end of the room. If you wanna drink and hang with us, our table is open." 
"Duly noted," You tell her before she nods her head and then leaves to join her group. While waiting for Ningning to arrive at the party, you mingled with your peers with a mocktail in your hand. Despite it being a year-end party, alcoholic drinks are still prohibited. 
"Finally!" You exasperated upon seeing a familiar face. Ningning rolls her eyes at you as you hand her a drink. "I thought you aren't going to show up." 
"And waste the outfits we bought for this party?" She scoffs, "No fucking way. You look good, by the way. Miss Bae has good taste." 
"I agree," You nudge her by the arm. "Yeji told me I looked amazing earlier, too." The latter cranes her neck, "What is it?" She snaps her attention back to you, "Oh, nothing." Then, Ningning smirks. "It's just that you've gained some attention." 
"The good kind, I hope?" You follow her example; indeed, Ningning's right. You've attracted stares from your peers. 
"Can't blame them though," She shrugs, "You've been wearing pants and trousers for the whole semester. The sight's refreshing." 
A scoff leaves your lips, "I feel like I'm giving the 'ugly duckling' effect." 
"So about your arrangement with Karina," A hum reverberates from your chest, "Did you clarify?"
"Jimin and I are exclusive," You sip your drink, and the beverage smoothly runs down your throat; you sigh. "Speaking of, are you and Aeri exclusive?"
"Yep," She emphasizes the 'P', "Gigi made it clear the moment we first met." 
"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" 
Ningning stands close to you. Her expression sharpens as she whispers: "Oh no, a man is approaching." 
"Who?" 
"Beats me," She whispers back. "I ain't leaving you." 
"Thanks,"
"Excuse me?"
"Hello," You greet him with a clipped tone as a stranger approaches you. The first thing that strikes you is how strong his perfume smelled. Oh, god.
"You're Y/N, right? From Professor Jung's class?"
"Yes?" 
He grins and takes a step close. You instinctively step back while Ningning observes him with her purse ready. "I was wondering if you girl want to join our table?"
Ha! No, thank you. But your friend spoke on your behalf.
"No thanks," She grabs your arm, "We're okay right where we are." 
"It'll be fun," He tries, and you hide your shudder as your skin prickles under his gaze. Your posture bristles as you drape your arm around Ningning's waist. "No, thank you." 
He is about to say something when another voice chimes in from behind. Cold, steely, and cutting. But vaguely familiar. 
"Are we interrupting something?"
On cue, all three heads snap to no other than the Bae siblings. But your focus is on Karina, whose expression's harsh, and her gaze: piercing, and dare you to say hostile?
"Good evening, Miss Bae," All three bow before the two powerful women, "I'll get going now," The guy sheepishly excuses himself, and your benefactor's face softens, but that was cut short when her haze-colored eyes traverse on your attire - did her eyes just darken?
"Miss Bae, what brings you to the year-end party?" 
"Karina and I just finished discussing matters regarding University Week. She'll help sponsor the program." 
"Oh," Karina's lip curled upward while she ran her eyes up and down your body, sending goosebumps in her wake. "That's right. And my, Y/N. You look ravishing." 
"Thanks," You breathe to calm your nerves as you fought to say her name. Did Irene arch a brow between you and Karina? Or was it just the strobing effect of the lights in the venue? You mentally shake your head sideways as you focus on another fact that the sisters look good - Karina looks good - ravishingly beautiful. The woman wore a soft white double lapel slashed cropped jacket finished with a single button fastening matching a soft white asymmetric mini skirt and platform thigh-high black boots. And to finish off the look, she styled her hair damp and slid it back with Bulgari rings adorning her well-manicured hands. 
"I chose that attire for her," Irene chimes and Karina snaps her attention to her older sister before raising a brow at you. You chose to ignore it. 
"I see," Karina notes absentmindedly, "No wonder I spot a change in style," she adds with a tone you can't decipher. 
"Hey, Y/N!" Yeji's voice interjects before she gets cut off by another voice:
"Oh - they're with the dean-"
"It's fine," Irene raises an open palm, "We'll be on our way." 
Oh...
Karina sends you a coy smile before leaving with her older sister, leaving your eyes to trail after her as they disappear from view. 
"Damn," You whisper while Ningning snickers, "Easy girl, we can't have the floor all slippery with you drooling after her." 
"Oh, shut up." You hiss at her while Yeji and Lia invite you and Ningning to their table. 
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"Excuse me, ladies," You announce, "But I need to go to the comfort room." 
"Want me to go with you?"
You held up a hand, "No thanks, I can manage." 
Yeji nods in understanding while Ningning chatters with Yuna. 
The door creaks open as you enter the clean CR to check on your appearance. Not long after, another woman enters the CR, but you didn't bother to raise your head to see until you feel two slender arms snake around your waist, pressing your back against her strong front as her voice fills the room:
"I didn't know that you and my sister saw each other." You hastily turn away from the sink as Jimin's slender figure stands in front of you, your back pressed against the marble sink. 
"Easy, darling." She purrs, "It's me,"
"Jimin," Your breath hitches as the woman before you smirk in delight. 
"I said it once, and I'll say it again," She leans dangerously close to your face. You hold your breath as her perfume fills your nose, "You look ravishing, darling. Exquisite too, if I may," Your hands grip her arms as she continues:
"But the next time you go shopping, call me." Her cold breath fans against the skin of your face. "I'll make time for you." 
Shit, she's too close - you can't think!
You instinctively lean away with your heart ramming harshly against your ribcage, "I will," You fought the urge to slap yourself for the way your voice sounded. "You look beautiful, Jimin. Nice touch on the hair." 
A grin escapes her lips, "I knew that you were attending. I had to dress to impress you, baby." 
"And I am," You tell her breathlessly as she pins you gently against the sink as she moves her head to the side of your face, her breath fans against the outer lobe of your ear, eliciting a shudder from you. 
"But I don't think I can leave you alone tonight, sweetheart. Especially when they have their eyes on you." She moves her head to your neck, her lips brush against your skin, and you bite your lip to prevent an embarrassing sound from coming out. 
"Shall I do something about it?" Your hoarsely suggested, and the older woman chuckles. "You can indulge me, pretty girl." 
A gasp leaves your lips as she pecks the side of your neck. Your skin thrums at the action as your hands shamelessly traverse to her back, flushing her against you, eliciting a dark chuckle from the woman's lips as her other hand goes up to your neck, then at the back of your skull where she takes a handful of your hair and gently pulls it back, your look up at her, eyes dark and glazed.
"I know I have such an effect on you, darling." She rasps, her voice an octave lower. "I'll be blunt, baby. I want you the moment I saw you in Bicena Olympia." 
Your lungs betray you as the latter presses her hips against yours. "Will you grant me this?"
Not trusting your words, you give the simplest form of reply by pecking the corner of her lips. Jimin returns it by locking her plump lips against yours, swallowing your cries of delight before pulling away, her hazel-colored eyes dark, almost abysmal as her sister's. 
"I'm taking you home," She gasps, and you don't have a problem with it. 
Of course, the Hotel Magnate would be staying at the penthouse of her hotel. And that same hotel magnate has her legs spread with you in between. Karina's skirt and boots are haphazardly discarded somewhere on the floor, while your double-breasted blazer jacket is loose. 
Her hair was strewn beautifully all over her pillows a blissful moan leaves the older woman's lips as you lap her juices. Her hand grips your hair, eliciting a hum from you as she rocks her hips against your tongue. Your hands fist the sheets as you flatten your tongue to let her do as she wishes and groan when your nose bumps against her clit. 
"Fuck, keep going, baby." She purrs, "You do me so well - fuck!" She drops her head against her soft pillows; a groan leaves your lips as her walls squeeze your tongue and your hips rut against the mattress, hoping for some friction, but Karina tugs on your hair as a warning. You obey your mistress as your lips traverse from her core to her clit and bite it. The hazel-eyed goddess sighs in satisfaction. 
She's close, by the telltale signs of her fluttering walls, and a surge of wetness touches your tongue, and you didn't hesitate to lap her essence until her thighs shake from overstimulation - that's when you pull away and rest your cheek against your thigh while you squirm as your arousal dampens your underwear - and it's starting to become uncomfortable. 
"Good girl," She praised and caressed the top of your head. "I will reward you." Karina presses a kiss against your forehead. 
"Stay here," She whispers, "I'll get something, okay?"
"Yes," You pant as the latter slips away gracefully, and while she's away for a moment, you inhale her scent in the sheets and sigh blissfully. She smells divine. 
The bathroom door opens, and you look up to see Karina standing - naked, allowing you to see her lithe physique. Her body is carved with perfection. Your eyes travel lower and - your jaw slacks. Trapped to her hips was a strap. 
A double-ended strap. 
Karina's eyes ate you up predatorily as she stalks towards you, but your eyes were focused on the long, thick strap between her legs. You watch, slacked-jawed as she sits on the bed with her back against the headboard. Her hazel-colored eyes glaze with lust as she rakes her eyes at your figure. 
"Strip," She commands, and you didn't need to be told twice as you quickly, haphazardly discard your clothes, leaving them to flood her marble floors. "Good girl," She purrs as her slender hand pats her thigh. "Now come to me." 
You oblige by crawling to her. Your cunt flutters due to exposure as you crawl towards your mistress with hooded eyes, Karina watches you intently as you straddle her strong thighs, hands on her shoulders while the pads of her fingers dance around your hips while her lips press butterfly kisses around the pillar of your neck before going behind your ear:
"Ride me,"
Say less
With a puff of your breath, Karina helps you align your sopping cunt to her faux cock. The latter grunts as you slowly sink into her thick cock. You bounce up and down, pussy rubbing against hers as you dig your nails against Karina's shoulders, hearing the older woman hiss, you loosened your grip, muttering: "Sorry-"
She cuts you off by flushing you against her and thrusting her hips, faces contorting with pleasure, and her lips curl to a wolfish smirk when your lips let out streams of moans. 
"It's okay, baby - oh fuck. Keep doing it. Ride me, harder." 
"Fuck," You mewl as your hips meet her thrusts, your jaw drops into an 'O' shape as your release a particular squeal that has Karina groaning and caresses your ass before she spanks it roughly, emitting a whimper from your mouth as you hide your head in the crook of her neck while her lips attack your neck by sucking. Walls clenching and throbbing around her, you were so slick and wet that your juices dripped down on her thighs. 
"Yeah, just like that." Karina gasps, letting out a guttural moan as the other side of the strap digs against her clit. Karina thrusts her hips upward in motion with yours, fucking you hard and deep that your vision grew irregular as a strange pressure grows on your stomach, your insides pulsing and tingling - you're close.
"Karina," You mewl, and you press yourself harder against her, your position coming off as intimately close. "I'm close - please-"
"Keep going," She growls, pounding into you harder to the point that her thrusts are shallow. Both bodies are covered in a thick sheen of sweat as beads of exertion form on both your foreheads. The smell of perfume and sex permeates in the air accompanied by sinful noises coming from you and the older woman. 
The pressure grows strong inside of you, losing all inhibition as you kiss the older woman - searingly, all-consuming as she swallows your moans. Her arms snake around you, pulling you impossibly closer to her hot body as you come undone with a gnawing urge to say something - call out the title the woman deserves. 
But you refuse at the embarrassing possibility, so instead, you pull away and bite her shoulder, earning you a moan from the older woman as she cums. Both ends of the strap are covered with your juices as her hips stutter. 
Fire consumes your body as you lift your head from her shoulder and gently kiss the mark you left on the woman before resting your head on the crook of her neck, both chests heaving harshly for breath while your mistress brushes a hand against your back. 
You lean away from her, and you're greeted with an equally spent Karina whose lips curl to a satisfied smirk. "Do you want me to clean you up?"
You shook your head sideways, not wanting to leave her arms. 
"Very well," She pecks your lips as she grabs the duvet with her other hand to cover your lower parts without pulling out of you. She adjusted the both of you while her faux cock stays inside you, coaxing a soft moan out of you as she whispers in your ear: 
"Sleep, pretty girl. We have a flight to catch tomorrow."
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"I'll take a shower," You said. 
"And I'll join you," Karina said, "It'll be faster." She said.
Well...
The bathroom echoes with your shared moans as the older woman plows into you with utter control as she presses you firmly against the marble wall. 
You don't know how long you two were at it. All you could do was claw Karina's back in pure bliss as water runs down your bodies. 
"Shit," Karina mewls, "Fuck, baby. You're so tight!" She emphasizes by roughly pounding into you as the other end of the dildo rubs against her walls deliciously, causing you to throw your head back against the wall. 
Despite the running water, it doesn't conceal the sounds of obscene activity you and the older woman are doing. 
You cry out and wrap your arms around her shoulders as she hits the spot that makes you see stars. You dig your heels against her ass, forcing her to thrust deeper into you. Her faux cock blissfully rubs against your walls as she fucks you into the wall. 
"Are you close?" She moans when you kiss her Adam's apple before forcing your head against the wall with her other hand. "Answer me, pretty girl." 
"Yes," You whine and clench your walls for good measure. 
Karina's hips stutter before she pistons her hips at a harsh pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head with profanities befalling from your lips. 
The older woman watches you with carnal delight as you writhe under her ministrations. 
You look so pliant, so exquisite - hers. 
The hazel-eyed beauty bristles with feverish desire as she combs her damp hair with her free hand, giving her a messy, slid-back look that makes her devastatingly attractive before she puts her hand back on your hips, keeping you still as she bullies your cunt with her cock. 
"Close," You cry out, "Oh - so close-" There's that urge again, and you refuse it by kissing the older woman who returns it with equal energy as you cum so hard it's blinding. 
Your entire body goes slack, and Karina holds you up with her hands caressing your hips slowly. 
"You okay?" She bemused before pecking your bare shoulder. 
"I don't think I can walk," You mumble as you close your eyes. Karina hums and rests her head against your hammering chest. A whimper leaves your lips as Karina shifts her hips with the strap still lodged inside you. Karina coos in your ear encouragingly, rubbing your hips to ease you, and pulls the strap out with a wet squelch. 
"Fuck," You moan as the strap slips out of you. Your beaten walls ring with sensitivity, and you can't tell if it's better or worse now that Karina pulled out. 
"Did I do too much?" She whispers as she holds you securely. Her touch is gentle and soothing as she caresses your back and waist. 
"Maybe?" You cheekily reply, "I was too busy enjoying it to notice." 
This elicits a grin from the older woman as she pecks your lips. "I'll carry you back into the room. We have a flight to catch at 6 PM."
"Thanks," You sigh as you wrap your arms around the latter and flush against her warm body as she brings you to her room. 
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The trip to Tokyo was smooth sailing. 
The older woman always had her arm on the small area of your back whenever you go out together, even during her meetings with clients and investors. There's never a dull moment with your sugar mommy. You exit the stores carrying bags of Gucci, YSL, and Loius Vui. Designer brands? You name, you have it!
These shopping sprees paired with dinners at the finest restaurants in the city had you ready to give Karina what she wanted: you. 
Not that you minded. Especially when Karina gives you mind-blowing orgasms; you'd let her do anything to you, even slip a vibrator inside you without any chances of coming undone.
You bite your lower lip to suppress a whine as the device edges you once again. Your hands grip the utensils while Karina talks with one of her loyal clients with a dangerous gleam dancing in her eyes. Your walls clench around the vibrator, your arousal dampening your underwear. You can only hope that it won't stain your dress. Your thighs quiver whenever you move as the vibrator strikes deeper, forcing you to bite into your pasta to prevent an embarrassing moan from leaving your lips. 
Hot and bothered, you shakily reach for a glass of water as Karina turns to look at you, her carnal delight hiding behind the mask of faux curiosity. 
"How about you, darling? Do you like the food Chef Nakamoto made?"
"Yes," You say through gritted teeth as Karina adjusts the dial to 'high'. 
"Well," Sakura, the client, chimes with a warm smile. "I enjoyed the dinner. I'll have my secretary have the documents ready by tomorrow. Thank you, Miss Bae." 
Karina stands up, and you follow her example as you three bow together and head back to her penthouse suite. 
The balcony allows you to have a good view of Tokyo's city lights. Aside from the pool, there's also a canopy bed good for a couple a few feet from the pool. 
You hold on to one of the railings as Karina leads you by the pool while the device vibrates inside you. You grip her hand, garnering the attention of the former as you look at her with pleading eyes. 
"Can I cum, please, Karina?" You begged, "I can't hold it any longer." 
God, begging is so unbecoming.
But the older woman replies with a vile smirk as she raises your hand to her lips. "It entices you, doesn't it?" She sneers, "Being denied over and over again in public." 
"Karina-"
"Easy, princess." She chuckles as you clench your thighs together. "Why don't you join me in the pool tonight, hm? The moon looks nice." 
You swallow hard and nod, not trusting your words as the woman pecks your lips. "Your swimsuit is in the living room, and meet me in the pool once you're dressed."
"Okay," you whisper against her lips before she walks past you. 
With shaky legs, you enter the living room and fetch the swimsuit that lay atop the cushioned settee, and changed in one of Karina's bathrooms with the vibrator still inside you. 
Upon reaching the pool, Karina's already in the pool with her hand securing the stem of her wine glass. The woman is wearing a goddamn revealing swimwear, backless and sexy, giving you a good view of her amazing back view. 
"There you are," She turns around with a smirk. "I thought you took care of your inconvenience in the living room." 
You shake your head sideways while the low hum of the vibrator squelches inside of you. "I could never do that when you can do it better." 
She guffaws and pats the ledge of the pool. "Sit. You've been a good girl." 
You oblige and sit on the ledge of the pool as Karina makes her way to you. The pool sloshes at her movements as she stops before your closed thighs. She places her drink on the ledge before using both hands to pry your thighs apart. You breathe in her scent as she comes closer, glazed hazel eyes watching your faces as one of her fingers moves the rim of your swimwear and underwear, eliciting a soft mewl from you as the pads of her digits play with your slick folds. 
"Look at that," She bemused, "You're so wet." 
And she pulls out the vibrator, eliciting a moan from you as she turns the device off and puts it on the ledger. The older woman kisses the inner area of your thigh before pulling away to sit on the shallow side of the pool. 
"Join me," She coaxes, and you didn't need to be told twice as you drop to the pool, the cold, yet oddly satisfying water soothes you as you swim towards the older woman who has her arms resting on the ledges. She uses one hand to beckon you closer and sit on her lap. 
Your slick rubs against her skin and mixes with the water while you keep your hands to your sides, unsure of the outcome if you allow yourself to touch her. 
Karina inclines her head as she snakes both arms around your waist, pressing you firmly against her lean body. "It's okay," She whispers and assaults your neck with butterfly kisses. "You can touch me, baby." 
A sigh escapes your lips as you play with the ends of her hair while ignoring the throbbing in your core. 
Karina's hand caresses your back, "You've been a good girl, aren't you?" She inhales your scent and sighs. You've been wearing her signature scent for the entirety of the vacation, marking you as hers. 
She pulls you for a soft, sensual kiss. Her lips are plump and warm as it molds and moves against yours. Your hands cling to her nape. Her hands move freely against your straddled figure while your thighs trap her below you. A deep rumble echoes from her chest as your bodies begin to heat up with desire. 
You kiss her until your lungs burned. 
And when you feel your lungs constricting, you pull away with batted breath. 
"Keep up with me, darling." She teased, "I'm going to reward us both." 
Before you can ask, her hand goes down to your pelvis and moves the fabric aside, and thrusts three fingers into you.
You arch against her, moaning in sinful delight for receiving what she had been denying you for hours.
"Fuck!" You mewl as her other hand grabs the back of your hair and pulls it back, leaving your neck open and vulnerable for her as she sucks on every exposed expanse of your skin until it changes to a hue of light pink that'll turn to blue, green and wine-like stains the next morning. 
"So sensitive," She teases, and you clench your walls in retaliation earning a soft gasp from her as more of your slick exits your folds. 
"So drenched," She adds as she deepens her digits, earning her another moan from you as you allow your head to fall on her broad shoulder as she fucks her fingers into you. Your nails dig into her skin as she increases her pace, and the pool sloshes with your ministrations as you roll your hips against her hand. 
It didn't take long for her to rub a spongey area of your walls - your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you come undone unannounced. 
"That's a good girl," Karina praises as she helps you ride your high and gently nips your neck. "I hope you're not too spent yet, darling." She rasps as she licks your jaw, making you whine before pulling away and kissing you gently. 
"Come," Karina helps you get up and situates you on the ledge as she grabs a towel stationed near you and wipes your skin dry before reaching your legs. She parts them, eliciting a mewl from you as she lightly dabs the mess you left in between your legs. 
"Easy, baby." The Hazel-eyed goddess grins, "We're not done yet." Teasingly, she cups your cunt, making your thighs slightly jump at her soaked hand and shooting you a wink when you whined. 
Karina's touches are soft, teasing, and sensual. 
And it's driving you crazy as she helps you slip out of the pool and to the canopy bed. 
She laid you gently against the sheets while she took off her swimsuit and disappeared inside. Minutes later, she comes out with a strap harnessed in between her legs, gesturing for your clothes to be removed.
You clumsily take the swimwear off your skin, leaving it on the floor as the woman joins you. 
Karina perches her knee on top of the soft mattress and crawls toward you like a lioness cornering her prey. The sinews of her muscle showed as she looms above you, her toned arms cage your sides, and her legs caged yous. Unabashed, you look at her lips before raising your head to capture them. You release yourself from the towel and latch onto her back. The black-haired woman moans and presses you against the mattress as she kisses you with an all-consuming passion. Karina's hands glide to your wrist and pin them to the sides of your head as she grinds her faux cock against your seeping cunt. 
Your sugar mommy pulls away and attacks the expanse of your neck with kisses that morph into generous bites. You close your eyes and allow your head to fall on the soft pillows. 
Your hips jut against hers - the older woman bites your collar in return as her arousal drips down her thighs. 
"On your stomach," She commands. You obey.
"Hips up," Karina growls. You obeyed, allowing her to see your swollen cunt that was already dripping with arousal. "Good girl," She purred and slapped your folds, making you cry out as more of your essence dripped down.
The older woman uses your slick to coat her cock before looming above you, her hands trapping you on opposite sides before her right hand moves to your neck, applying pressure, causing you to gasp and jut your hips at her dildo. 
Karina's other hand digs her nails against your neck, making you hiss in both pleasure and pain as she thrusts her entire length. The head easily parts your folds as she glides into you with one swift motion, impaling you entirely with her cock. The sheer girth of her shaft spreads your cunt until your walls are stretched thin around her length. You find yourself screaming in a mix of pain and erotical delight as you claw the sheets and you gasp for air, practically winded by the first thrust. Compared to her fingers, you feel full. Your walls fluttered, pulsing around her as Karina sets a brutal pace.
"Karina," You cry out as her hand leaves your neck and kisses your shoulder. Her hips hit the curvature of your ass. You can feel her abs flex and stiffen at her pace. 
"Y/N," She moans, holding you down by your shoulders as she jackhammers inside you while the bulb presses into her walls. You both feel hot and dripping in sweat as she meets every roll of your hips. Your head falls against the pillows, letting the older woman have her way with you as her lips chase your neck and bite your skin, making you cry out as she spanks you. 
"Mine," She growls against your ear and gently bites it. "You're mine, baby. Do you understand?"
Your cunt clamps vigorously, sweat finally dripping from your temple as lust has finally taken over you, moaning with abandon, your mixed juices now trailing down your thighs, body covered in both sweat and Karina's marks. 
Her patience runs thin, and she thrusts harshly, "Answer me, pretty girl. Do you fucking understand?"
Your stomach coils, and your arms shake under her thrusts as she keeps her body close to yours. 
"Yes - mommy." 
Oh shit
You hope she didn't hear you. 
The older woman digs her nails into your hips, pounds becoming more desperate, feral. Her hands grope any skin available for her as her need for release pushes her closer to the edge. 
You aren't far behind her, either.
And she knows this, too. 
The way your stomach coils and twists, toes curling, back arching, and your moans were high-pitched, sobs choked, and your mewls were breathy as she begins to thrust with abandon, you drop your head as you cry out her title, incensed by your wails, her pace inhumanly fast and-
You let out a loud moan as you felt her cock brush your g-spot, making your back arch against her front. A vile grin breaks into Karina's lips as she repeatedly aims the spot, making your arms weak and your thighs quiver with every penetrative slam. Moan after moan leaves your lips.
"Are you close?"
"Yes," You whimper with your eyes closed. A broken sob escapes your lips when her teeth dig against your nape, sending shocks of pleasure shooting right through you. 
"Repeat my title, baby." She rasps. 
What?
"Mommy," She clarifies, "Call me mommy when I fuck you." 
So she did hear...
"Are you close?" She repeats. Another broken sob leaves your lips as you replay to her: "Yes, mommy - fuck, I'm so close."
Karina bends down to press a kiss on your marked shoulder before stilling her hips as you cum. Your walls fluttered as the older woman cums too. 
She drops her head against your nape, and her warm breath fans your sensitive skin as her arm wraps gently around yours. Swallowing thickly, she pulls out. 
You let out a frail moan as more of your cum leaks out of your abused cunt. The older woman delicately helps you lay on your back, finally allowing you to see her. 
Karina looks beautiful in the afterglow of sex, her pristine appearance is slightly flushed, and her lips are swollen. 
"Can you do one more for mommy?" She murmurs as she maps your face with light kisses. 
And who are you to deny her? You cup her face and peck her plump lips. "Use me, mommy."
A smirk breaks past her pretty lips. "Hips up," She gently commands. You obey her and raise your hips, wincing at the sore feeling that shoots in your hips. Karina quickly places a pillow underneath your hips as her lips find yours, consuming you again.
Your hands circle her neck as you give in to her kiss, hands gripping themselves on your waist, pressing you hard on her bed as if to keep your scent there, and moaning softly when your tongue breaches into her mouth. 
The older woman grinds her pelvis against yours, smearing your thighs with your juices as her lips latch onto your neck, biting her marks, making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull as shocks of pleasure ripple through you.
Sheer libido sticks in the air as she pushes herself inch by inch. Nails digging against the skin of her back; a breathy mewl breaks past your lips, and the sting of sensitivity ripples through you. Karina hides her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as she further pushes herself deeper, indulging in your moans. 
"Mommy's got you," She coaxes, and her hips begin to move. 
Gasping at the intrusion as she pounds into you with newly-found vigor, your body falls limp, allowing her to use you as she further spreads your legs apart to create more room for her to fuck herself into you, her pace bristling with need. 
"Ah-fuck!" You cry out with ecstasy when she impulsively bites the center of your neck.
Your mistress growls and pulls away with a wolfish grin on her lips as she snaps her lips with need. 
The dark-haired goddess suddenly slows her pace, pulling out until the bulbous head remains, before slamming right back in, and a wanton moan befalls your lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out your sounds of moans of delirium, and Karina is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering "Mommy" on the lobe of her ear, driving her insane and increases the power of her thrusts, rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses, all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.
You could practically hear the bed mimicking your trembling legs beneath the older woman as your cunt takes her. The squelching sounds add to the symphony between the two of you. 
The older woman growls and presses you harder, fucking you to her bed, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, strands of hair falling to the side of her perfectly sculpted face. 
You pull her close to you, legs trembling as they wrap around her waist, attempting to pull her closer and giving Karina the advantage of pushing her cock deeper inside your weeping walls, hitting your bundle of nerves.
"That's it, baby." The hazel-eyed beauty grunts with effort, her pace merciless, forcing you upward so that she has to wrap her arms around you to keep you in place. 
"You're taking mommy so well." 
Tenderly, she cups your jaw and massages your cheek, startling you as her hips are in contrast to her hand.
"You belong to me now, love." She whimpers as you jut your hips. "Say it, that you belong to me." 
"I belong to you, mommy." You whimpered, causing the woman above you to close her eyes, heart fluttering upon hearing the sound of her title falling perfectly from your lips. "I-I'm close, please, please don't stop."
"I won't," She prompts softly, hitting deeper, the sensation rippling within you overwhelms your body. You're pushed over the edge with a sob as your body racks with pleasure; another orgasm crashes through you like a truck as you fall limply, squirting around her cock. 
But she keeps fucking into you. 
"Mommy," You mewl as you try to pry her off. "Too much," 
"One more," She pants, "Give me one more, love. Can you do that - fuck - for me?"
You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body is already covered with sweat and marks, and your lower region felt like it was about to split in half. But in determination to please your mistress, you nod, with tears welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth, steady pace. You cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your cunt as she takes you raw, your eyes already spilling with tears as her speed picks up, pulling her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. 
Karina slaps your clit, making you jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
She kisses you feverishly; she swallows your whimpers as she doubles the pace, making your back arch against her front. 
You cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper spots within you and running with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, both walls painfully throbbing for release as your broken moans fuel her and the thin line between pain and pleasure blurred as she stuffs you with her cock. 
"More," You panted and clawed her back for leverage. "I'm so close, mommy. So, so close." 
"You like that, hm?" She pants and moans softly when your stomach bulges from her thrusts. "Like it when mommy fucks you senseless? Treat you like a fuckdoll?"
You screamed as her tip kissed your cervix. You tangled your hand around her locks and tugged it harshly, making Karina hiss and speeds to a despearate pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as the tip keeps kissing your cervix, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. 
You latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting her collarbones, and her hoarse moans fill your ears as you bite her Adam's apple, feeling her stutter in her thrusts and punishing you for it by drilling into you at a bruising pace, your vision hazy, your body heavy, skin covered by a veil of sweat as your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin on your inner thighs burning from the contact, dragging her fake cock in and out of your quivering folds. 
Small hips jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has a chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace. The older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senselessly. 
The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps with the tension, and then comes the onslaught of immense white-hot ecstasy, curling, and roaring like a beast in your stomach, the pressure between your legs immeasurably high. You clamp around her one last time, vision blackening as she throws you to your orgasm, blinding you until it consumes you whole, and you're shaking ferociously.
Karina bites your shoulder and comes hard with a harsh shudder. You held onto her tightly. Lungs panted for batted breath as she cradles you, prepping her kisses all over your face and brushing the stray strands of hair behind your ear as you tremble in her arms. 
"Sh," She coaxes, "I got you. You did so well." She pressed another kiss on your lips, allowing you to anchor yourself into her. "Hang on, baby. I'll carry you to the bed inside, okay?"
Throat raw from moaning and screaming, you nod, and the woman carries you effortlessly without pulling out. You tighten your arms around her, feeling her against your walls as she carried you inside your private quarters. 
She lay you gently against the bed and gently pulls out from your battered walls, and throws the toy somewhere in the room as she lays beside you, her arms automatically finding yours as she flips you so you can be on top of her while the other hand reaches for the sheets so she can keep you warm. 
"Thank you," You croaked as you rest your head against her chest and inhaled her soft scent. 
Karina returns your gratitude with a soft kiss against your forehead and rubs your back softly, lulling you into sleep. But not without hearing her raspy voice:
"Goodnight, darling. And thank you for indulging me." 
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"Here we are," Karina parks the car near the university's main building. You tear your gaze away from the window and towards your provider. 
"Thanks, Karina." You lean and peck her cheek before exiting the car. 
"Wait," The latter calls out and follows after you. The ends of her coat dance in the wind as Karina stands beside you. "I'll escort you there." It wasn't a request, but you didn't mind as you offer to her your hand. Karina smiles brightly, her skin glowing as the golden rays of the sun kiss her face, giving her hazel eyes a bright glow as she takes your hand. You walk together. 
"Are you free after class?" She inquires as your footfalls clack against the pavement. 
For her? 
"Yes," 
"Then I'll pick you up ten minutes after classes, yeah?"
"Sure-"
"And what do we have here?" You freeze while Karina whips her head to the back, where her sister - the dean is standing with her hands on her hips with a perfectly arched brow directed at the both of you, her expression: surprised. 
"Irene," Karina greets with a coy grin as you turn to face her. The Hotel Magnate quickly wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you close to her while you bow respectfully towards your dean. 
"Good morning, Miss Bae." 
"At ease, Miss Seol." 
You straighten your back to see that the dean has her eyes on her sibling, and a small smile graces the older Bae's lips. 
"So, when did you start boning one of my students, sister?"
"That's a long story, Joohyun." She looks at you, "Come on, I'll take you to the building." You eagerly agree with your paramour and bow to the dean again before leaving her standing there. 
"What are we going to do?" You whisper to her, and she sends you a wink. 
"She won't interfere, darling." She peers over her shoulder and smirks before returning her gaze to you and kissing you softly. 
"You're mine. Remember that." Karina breathes against your lips. "And my sister can't do a thing about it." 
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"cute manager" || song mingi ||
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| genre: non!idol mingi. fluff. vballplayer! mingi | mentions: competition.
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 you heard the same sound of the shoes squeaking on the marble, wax floor of the gym at your school as you near the place with bottles of gatorade inside a black plastic bag.
pushing the sliding door to the side, you can feel the sound of smacking of skin on the surface of the balls. you flinch at first then you shake your head knowing you have to get used to it.
Get used to it since you're the next manager of the team after your senior graduates and you will be the next one to handle the team. you place the drinks down, turning to your coach before he nodded and blew his whistle, "okay break in 15!"
ateez. the owl of the night, fukurodani team. You have known this team for a long time, being one of them your brother in his school year before he graduated and since then, you have been monitoring their gameplays. The players each passing year greet you with a sense of respect because of your brother, who had taken the name of the school to the nationals.
and because you are also part of the volleyball team, you took your team to the nationals.
"here you go." you gave the last bottle to the last member, "thank you." still breathless from his spike-warmups before winking at you. your squirm underneath his gaze, your cheeks flaring to a red hue.
"Stop flirting with her, mangi." Wooyoung, the libero, spoke smacking his leg on the back of his legs. mingi yelp, "i am certainly not ... Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"
sometimes you were confused with his duality. One minute is a beast and fired up inside the court that every opposing team was scared to face this team because of what people say is his, "owl preying eyes".
but right when his footsteps outside the line of the court, he resembles a baby owl who was left alone by his mother as she finds something to eat. big eyes, all bundle up on his feathers.
you shake your head, "no no ... just refrain from ... flirting." clearing your throat, you moved towards your senior to avoid more interactions with him.
That is song mingi. the outside-spiker of the team and the “Ace” . He is known to be the actual "owl" because of his platinum silver hair and the roots of his hair were slowly returning to black after not maintaining it for already a month now. His height, confidence and perfection is what attracts him, not only that but his whole team. if you were gonna be honest, ateez were full of handsome game players.
for starters, the Captain of the team, Kim Hongjoong. He is the first of the players to do a try-outs and immediately secured the place as the right side- spiker. followed by the setter or and the Vice-Captain of the team, Park Seonghwa. His eyes were sharp that he can pick up the aims of what kind or how far the toss he'll set up for his team.
Jeong Yunho, his childhood friend, is the middle blocker. His tall frame immediately threw him in the spot as the blocker. It was his dream to be part of the fukurodani team and had to do try-outs so did Mingi. They both traveled a long way home to become part of the legendary team.
Yeosang and Jongho and San were known to be the Defensive specialist or something similar to Wooyoung— the libero. Though the three were not given the amount of attention but to other players, they were the scariest. Knowing with their sharp minds in defence and serving reception, they are free to move around to save the ball when the others can’t save it on time.
With their overflowing stamina, they win because of these three. 
As mentioned, the libero. He is the sweeper and with the amount of energy and flexibility in his body, Wooyoung is known as the Lightning. One minute, San received the ball and flew off in a different direction, Wooyoung was already chasing it and diving on the floor to retrieve it.
“One touch!” The practice game had started. You were up on the bleachers, busy writing down notes about the members, improvement and their weakness. You had wanted to help them by watching a few matches online, finding similarities to the members and the one you are watching. 
“Manager-nim look out!” When you looked up, you saw the ball flying towards you. You were in the position of processing what's happening and not aware of the ball, only instinctively closing your eyes and blocking it with your arms.
But the ball never made contact with you rather you felt a presence in front of you. Lowering your arms to peek; you were met with the number 9 on the back of their shirt, heaving and sweat dripping from his neck disappearing under his shirt.
He looked over his shoulders, “You okay manager?” you nodded, eyes darting from different places although widening when you notice his head tilting rather harshly when a ball was thrown in his direction, “Stop flirting with her, Mingi!” Yelled by his Captain. 
“Y-Yah! I wasn’t!” 
After many rounds of practice, it was time for a cool-down. You were helping a few members in stretching their body, Yeosang thank you for doing him a favor for putting weight on his back as he reaches for his toes. You ruffle his hair before walking back to the bench when you feel a tug on your wrist. 
“Can you help me too?” You nodded, even if Mingi acts way different to the others, his actions were never harmful. The boy just keeps warning him to avoid going beyond the line. You pushed his shoulders as he reached for his toes, same thing as Yeosang. 
You moved away from him as you let him rest for a few seconds before proceeding to finish the whole cool-down procedures. Each on your hands were brooms and mops, whenever practice ends it is always a duty to clean up after the mess. After all, the sweat and the shoe prints were scattered all over what used to be a sparkly floor.
You were trying to grab a bucket on top of the shelf which to your avail was out of your reach, grumbling underneath your breath. You had mentioned it to the other members to always leave the cleaning materials on the floor and to the corner. “Whoever puts this one on top will have a huge knock on their head.”
You turn around to look for the tallest member when you feel two lofty hands on your waist and lift you up. You squealed at the contact, looking down to see Mingi nodding at the bucket for you to grab. You meekly nodded, grabbing the bucket; Mingi bringing you safely back down on the ground.
“Will you knock my head then for putting it up there?” He sets a soft chuckle, leaning his head down. You stare at him, feeling your heart skipping a beat before your hands are on top of them instead. Even with the bleach on his hair, it is oddly soft underneath your palm.
“You really are so cute, manager.” His face was a few inches away from you that it startled you, dropping the bucket in the process. 
“S-Stop flirting and go back to cleaning!” You pushed a cloth on his hand before scurrying out of the storage room. You could hear him chuckling as you step out with a red hue on your cheeks.
When your coach and the faculty advisor let you all leave the premises of the court of the school, you were held back to speak about the next game against stray kids on Friday. You took down notes and were able to finish it by 23:45pm. You waved goodbye to your faculty advisor and your coach before parting ways with them.
You were walking down the archway towards the front gates of the school when you noticed a tall figure leaning on the wall beside it. Tilting your head to the side in confusion until the lamp post above shone some parts of their face and you could feel your heart racing once again, your palms were also dropping temperature as you approached Mingi.
Mingi hears footsteps and looks up, shooting you his smile before pushing himself off of the wall and walks beside you as you both walk towards the bus stop. Usually, a midnight bus goes around for those who take the graveyard shift or who come home late; like the two of you.
Although, you turn to Mingi, a confused look on your face, “Aren’t you supposed to be in the other direction with Yunho?”
Mingi only hums, shrugging as his hands were inside of his jacket, “Yeah …”
You stop walking, turn to him with a frown this time, “You should go back Mingi. You’ll miss the next bus.”
Mingi sighs, stopping too, “I know but I can’t let you walk alone most especially in this kind of time in the night.”
Your eyes widen in adoration, you have been walking alone in this kind of time everyday though nothing much happened to you yet the nagging feeling of being followed never left after you got in the bus that it disappears.
“I can’t let my manager be in danger.” 
“But you don’t have to feel obliged to send me home ,you know? I’m fine on my own and besides you have a game on friday, you need as much rest—” You were cut off when his hand were placed on top of your head, a squeak left your lips as you tilt your head up.
Above his head were a luminescent halo as he smiles softly at you, ruffling your hair gently. “You really are cute, manager.”
In that moment, you knew deep down that this is just more than just flirting. He is genuine, he is sure and most especially he is aware of his feelings towards you and it has taken a very long time for you to realize them.
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The Au Pair Boy Part 2
We interrupt your regularly schedule "Of Butterflies and Backstrokes" for another chapter of the nanny AU. I just need to cut down on the amount of backlog I have on this story and bolster OB&B while I work on the Halloween-esque metal band sequel "Around the World".
I am living for the responses to this fic. It makes my heart so happy!
In this we have a correct Robin, well... a mostly correct Robin and they all get to know each other a bit over dinner.
Part 1
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Steve walked into his apartment feeling like he was walking on air. He never thought he would get his dream job, in his dream house, with his dream guy, who was gay. Like what did he do to warrant such a windfall?
The first thing he did was call Robin.
“Are you sure he isn’t some mass murderer?” Robin asked after he had explained the job. “Because that sounds too good to be true.”
“Well unless major rockstar and music producer, Eddie Munson is a mass murder,” he snarked back, “I high doubt I’m going to be murdered in my sleep.”
“You could be being catfished,” she warned. “He could only be pretending to be Eddie Munson just lure handsome young men to their deaths.”
Steve laughed. “Uh...no. The pictures online matched all the way to the cute dimpled smile he gets when he’s feeling super happy.”
“Ooh...” Robin teased. “Hot musician got it bad for the au pair boy.”
“No...” he whined. “He was looking at his daughters when he smiled like that. No dating the hot parents. That’s the number one rule. You know this.”
She burst out laughing, too. “For the married ones! But he’s single. It’s been a year since his very public break up with ex Ethan Giovanni. He’s trusting you with the two cutest girls ever. Like why not tap that?”
“Because I want to keep watching said little girls,” Steve huffed. “Plus he’s going on tour for three months in two days. Not going to happen.”
“Yeah,” Robin said. “For now.”
He told her about how they wanted to him to start that night and how this was the final test on whether or not he would be good fit.
“Knock ‘em dead, babe,” Robin said. “You’ve got this.”
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Steve opted for a chicken lasagna with white sauce. He could sneak some vegetables in there and see if he could trick them into eating them.
He shredded the chicken and blended spinach and basil into the sauce. Added lots of shredded cheese as well as a well seasoned ricotta and popped in the oven.
While it was cooking he went up to the room that would be his if he got the job. It was large for some place where the help would be staying, but small in comparison to the girls room. Which they shared for now. Once they started school, Eddie said that they would be given their own rooms, but with them being so young it was good to keep them together.
Steve agreed.
He was close by, but he also had a baby monitor with camera that the app would be downloaded to his phone.
The house was well fitted with security measures that had only been tightened since the girls were born.
The room had that same Gothic, spooky feel, but wasn’t over the top with it. Instead of reds and blacks the room was dark browns and deep blues. Steve felt like he was floating on a ship on the high seas. He scratched his cheek thoughtfully.
He wondered if he could go a little harder on the nautical theme. There was an en suite bathroom that could also lean toward the nautical with its soft blues and teal color of the tiles and walls.
Eddie had given him a budget to decorate his rooms and now he was planning a shopping trip with Robin.
Steve knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he wanted the job so bad. Surely the universe wouldn’t be so cruel as to taunt him with it only to take it away.
He checked the timer on his phone and saw that it was almost time to check on the lasagna. He trotted back down the kitchen, again admiring the decor of the place. Everything felt antique but timeless at the same time.
He really did love it.
The kitchen was even stylishly antique in look and flavor, but all the appliances were state of the art. Only nothing was connected to the internet here. It was honestly freeing in that regard.
He hummed to himself as he pulled the dish out of the oven and set it on the stove top to let it firm up a bit before serving. He started to get down plates and cups for dinner. He quickly set the table for three adults and two children. Noting that one plate had a pink kangaroo and the other had a blue ballerina.
Steve correctly guessed which plate where as each girl came running up to the seats that they were sitting in for lunch and gasped in surprise that the right plate was in the right spot.
“Daddy, Daddy!” Joan cried. “He didn’t put my plate in Jannie’s spot!”
Eddie grinned down at his youngest. “So he did. Say thank you.” He turned to Janice, too. “You too, little miss.”
“Thank you, Stevie!” Joan and Janice said together.
Steve practically melted on the spot. He wanted to scoop them up and hold them forever. “I hope you’re all hungry, I made enough for an army.”
He set the dish on a couple of hotplates and everyone, yes even the girls, oohed and awed.
“This looks amazing, Steve,” Eddie said, positively salivating. “You didn’t have to go this far. Something simple would have been just fine.”
“Yeah, Steve,” Chrissy said, leaning forward to smell the lasagna. “I might have to haunt this place while Eddie’s gone if you’re going to cook like this, sweetie.”
Steve blushed as he dished out the lasagna, before serving himself a slice. He picked up his plate and silverware (which looked like actual antique silver, he was not looking foward to handwashing them later) to move to the kitchen.
Eddie looked up at him with his big puppy dog eyes. “Where are you going? You’re going to eat with us right?”
Steve looked around the table and no one said a word against it. “Oh. Um... I’ve never eaten with the whole family before. I eat with the kids when it’s just us, but usually when the parents are there, they want me to eat in the kitchen.”
“Sit.”
Steve set his stuff back on the table and next to Eddie. The only other open on the far end of the table. He dug into his lasagna.
“So you want to break down their evening routine for me?” Steve asked after his second or third bite.
“No business at the dinner table!” Joan cried, kicking her feet in protest.
“Yeaahhhh...” Janice chorused. “That’s the rule.”
Steve raised an eyebrow at Eddie. Who coughed into his fist and looked more than a little sheepish. There was definitely a story there and judging from the sly grin Chrissy was giving him, Eddie was no doubt the reason for said rule.
Eddie cleared his throat and set down his fork. “I’m, was a music producer for a very prominent metal label and before that I was the lead singer of ‘Corroded Coffin’. One of the few and I mean very few valid points my ex had was that I wouldn’t be present at the dinner table.” He twisted the rings on his fingers nervously.
“I would either be talking some band or another, messaging different people about the record I was working on or even just on the phone with former members of my band. So when I quit two years ago to try and save my marriage I still had people calling me and asking for my opinion, so the rule no business at the table was born.”
Steve smiled down at his plate. “No business at the dinner table then.” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Would be asking you girls what you like business or just being friendly?”
Both girls looked at Eddie for guidance. “I leave it up to you, girls. I think it falls under being friendly.”
Joan cocked her head the side and instantly Steve was struck on how much like her dad she was. “I think it’s business,” she said with a pout. “Like in preschool.”
“I think it’s friendly,” Janice said, just to be contrary to her sister.
Chrissy and Eddie shared a knowing smirk and Steve realized this was a new thing and they might need those separate rooms sooner rather than later.
“How about we compromise,” Steve said gently. “I’ll tell you something about me, and if you want to you can share your favorite thing. Like if I said my favorite color was yellow, you could tell me what your favorite color is. But you don’t have to.”
“My favorite color is pink,” Janice said proudly. “Daddy says my room will be pink.”
Joan stuck her tongue out at her sister, because she knew she was had. “My favorite color is blue.”
“My favorite color is black,” Eddie said, joining in. “And red. Can’t forget red.”
Chrissy giggled. “Well, I guess if everyone else getting in on this, mine is green. I love that it’s the color of fresh cut grass, and spring, and how hot I look in it.”
Steve snorted as he was bringing his glass up to drink. Thankfully he wasn’t quite drinking when she said that. “Green’s a great color.”
Eddie and Chrissy shared another smirk.
“Ooh, I know why don’t we go around in circle,” Eddie suggested. “Like my favorite movie is ‘Lord of the Rings: Return of the King’.”
Steve smiled around his cup and then set it down. “I like that idea. My favorite movie is ‘The King’s Speech’. Colin Firth as King George VI and learning how to overcome his stutter? Amazing.”
Janice bounced up and down in her seat excitedly when she proudly cried, “Paddington Bear!”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yep, and now there always has to be marmalade in the house at all times.”
Steve chuckled. Poor Dad. “Have you seen the second one yet?” He knew there was a second one, but not when it came out.
Janice nodded fiercely. “Poor Paddington!”
“Barbie and 12 Dancing Princesses’!” Joan replied next. “There are so many pretty dresses in that one!”
“Ooh,” Steve cooed. “That’s a fun one. And there are so many Barbie movies to chose from, have you watched all of them yet?”
Joan nodded as Eddie shook his head sadly. “So, so, so many times. Same with both Paddington Bear movies. So have fun.” He flashed Steve a smile that was half between a grin and a grimace.
“Well I haven’t seen any of them yet,” Steve said with a wink a Janice. “You’ll have to show them to me tomorrow.”
“My current favorite is ‘The Quiet Place: Day One’,” Chrissy said. “Lupita Nyong’o is just too gorgeous for me to not watch every movie she’s in. I even watched Marvel movies for her and I’m a DC girlie all the way.”
They went around the table learning favorite books and other things about each other. Joan forced to participate so she wouldn’t be left out of the conversation. Then after they were all done. Steve cleaned up and put the leftovers into the fridge.
Then he watched as Eddie put his girls to bed. They got baths on Tuesdays and Saturdays unless they were super messy that day. They brushed their teeth to Daniel Tiger song and got into their pajamas.
Well...pajamas for Janice and a nightgown for Joan. Each one got a different story complete with all the different voices. He was assured he wouldn’t have to do the voices. That was only a Daddy thing.
Then the lights were turned off leaving the glow of the bumblebee nightlight to lighten the room and find its way into Steve’s heart.
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cynical-ghost · 3 months ago
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Kimi Raikkonen with wife reader. He had a great race until it went down. He was involved in the crash and she was worried because she wanted to tell him she was pregnant that day. You decide how it ended. Angst but fluff in the end. Thanks!! :))
HEART OF FIRE
Synopsis: The race was going good until the car burst into flames…
Pairing: Kimi Raikkonen x wife!reader
Genre: Smau- social media, One shot, angst and comfort
A/n: hope you like it nony🫶 sorry it took a while to come out. Not proofread.
vitun helvetti = Fucking Hell
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F1_updates Kimi Raikkonens car rolled before bursting into flames, we are still waiting to see if Kimi gets out of the car. Please stand by in these tense times and pray for Kimi and his family.
Gossip_grid We here at gossip grid are sending wishes to Kimi and his family 🫶
Kiminumber1 Has he gotten out of the car yet?? They aren’t showing it on tv!!
User15 I’m at the race, apparently there is no sign of him yet, some people with kids are starting to get up and leave so it does look to good rn.
Kiminumber1 Oh shit!!
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
It was as if your feet were stapled to the concrete of the garage as you watched Kimi’s car roll to a stop.
When the flames began to engulf the crumpled structure it was as if everything froze in place, only the shallow sounds of your heavy breathing and the deafening ringing in your ears were the only sounds you could make out among the chaos of the surrounding people.
Your eyes were glued to the monitor, hopping and praying that the man you had planned your future with would climb out of the wreckage. One of your hands laying flat on the slight bump of your stomach.
If he didn’t survive this horrific crash he won’t know he was going to be a farther.
He wouldn’t be able to watch as the bump in your stomach became bigger as your baby grew.
He wouldn’t be able to hold the tiny bundle that had your nose and his eyes as she came into this world.
The terrifying world that would have taken your baby’s farther away.
As her first words turned into asks of were her dada was, and her first steps became her bubbly skip into the school gates, you would have to do it all alone.
The one person who deserved to be by your side, now sunken six foot into the green soil your daughter would sit on and make daisy chains with the flowers growing on the now flat grave.
The smell of petrol fading into a faint memory as you wouldn’t know where to start in teaching your daughter to kart.
As her tears of grief for a father she never knew turned into tears of heartbreak from her first boyfriend,
She would never know her father, only the story’s from those around her to tell her about the man she missed out on.
Black dresses now unshadowed to white as the young woman walked down the aisle of the church, her mother holding onto her arm instead of a man with blond hair and icy blue eyes.
Grasping tightly onto two hands held out standing at the-
“vitun helvetti” the crackle of the familiar voice sounded around the paddock.
-makeshift alter of toilet paper and freshly picked daisies.
Laughter of the young girl bounced off of the teddy bear crowed, the deep chuckle of then man who’s hands she held mixing with hers.
Bedtime stories of a famous race car driver whispered in a langue different from your own causing your daughter’s lashes to flutter shut as she drifted off to sleep.
Stifled sobs of heartbreak turned mischievous laughter as the man clipped her helmet together under her chin.
The smell of Petrol burned your nose as you watched your daughter fly around the race track in a formula two car from the comfort of your husband’s arms.
‘vitun helvetti’ the words that saved your world from crashing down.
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Lillia_Raikkonen Great race today! P1 baby!!! 🍾🙌
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nonranghaes · 1 year ago
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heads up! vernon performs fake surgery on med student!reader to cheer them up. he's just silly <3
"scalpel."
you have no idea what your boyfriend is doing. you've been slumped over the dinner table for the past who-knows-how-long because studying has turned your brain to mush (you're in med school, that's the medical term, you swear). vernon hums to himself, and then you can feel his index finger trailing down your back as he makes his own sound effects in the form of a steady beep... beep... beep... to simulate a heart monitor. his fingers trail across your back, as though searching for something, and the "beep"s turn a little more frantic.
"vernon, what are you--"
"patient's getting better," he says, and then immediately goes back to those faster 'beep--beep--beep's. "i think. heart rate is increasing. that's good right?"
you don't answer, burying your face in your arms again. you can't let him see you smile. he'll know whatever he's doing is working, and you kinda wanna see where he's going with this. he grabs a fistful of the back of your shirt, letting go as he draws his hand away, still making those beeps.
"the surgery is a success..." he says. "i've removed the heart... i've saved the patient."
you turn your face. "baby. you can't live without a heart. i think the patient's dead."
"nah," his hands rest on your shoulders, already kneading at them. "i stole your heart and you're still alive--"
immediately, you let out the loudest groan--although whether it's out of disgust for the cheesy line or amusement because he managed to entertain you, he can't be sure. he thinks its a mix of both, actually--but it doesn't matter. you're smiling now, and that's what he set out to do.
he leans over you, pressing a quick peck against your forehead. "food's here, by the way. gotta support my future doctor somehow."
(you don't have the heart to tell him that making you laugh is always enough... and not because he stole it.)
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kayhi808 · 2 days ago
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I got an ask for ya. I don't think anyone has asked this but I apologize if answered this...
What about if Mama gets pregnant? Will Abbie Rose be happy? How will Bucky react? Maybe he thought he would be able to get Mama pregnant because of his Hydra past. U can do with this what u will. Thank u, and I love our little family. Superb writing as always. B
Thank you, B!! 🥰 Wow! There's so much here to work with. Someone did ask about Abby being a big sister. In theory, she's so excited...in reality there might be big adjustment / jealousy issues our little family will need to work through. I'll try to find a link. Proud Papa Toys for New Baby
You're sitting on the bathroom floor, the chill from the tiles seeping into your skin. Tears silently tracking down your cheeks. You just finished a battle with nausea & dry heaves.
You jump at the light knocking on the bathroom door, "Doll? Are you ok?" Bucky could hear your heavings & stuttered breath. "Can I come in?" He tries the door and it's locked. He's about to panic when he hears the soft click of the lock. He slowly opens the door to find you on the floor & he closes the door, not wanting Abby to see you like this. "What's wrong?" Kneeling by your side, rubbing little circles onto your back.
"I got sick."
"Do you want me to take you to the med bay?" After the wedding, you and Abby moved into The Tower with Bucky.
"I'm also...late."
"Late for what?" You roll your eyes and cry harder. "Oh. OH!"
"I'm about 2 1/2 weeks late and..and I just threw up. I didn't think too much about being late because the stress of the wedding, moving here..."
In a stunned whisper, "And I told you I couldn't have children."
"You said that with HYDRA...the serum..."
"Its not possible."
"You're the only man I've been with! If I'm pregnant, the baby is yours."
Bucky frowns at you, "Of course the baby is mine! Did you think I'd question that?!"
"I don't know! I'm just scared."
"Shit," gathering you in his arms, "Doll, you're so..."
"Don't call me crazy!"
Kissing you on the forehead, "Wouldn't dream of it." His hand rest on your abdomen. "Do you really think you could be pregnant?"
Your sobs turn to hiccups, "I think I am."
Bucky picks you up and carries you back to bed, "We'll get you tested first thing in the morning, but for now, try and get more sleep. Don't worry about Abby, I'll get her ready for school & drop off. Get your rest." He pulls you back up against him. His hand still resting on your belly.
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"Any word?" You jump at the sound of Bucky's voice from your doorway. "Sorry."
"Not yet." Bucky leans down for a kiss.
"Were you able to keep anything down today?"
"I had toast and some soup. I'm good." Your phone rings and caller ID say it's Dr. Cho. "It's her! It's her!"
Bucky runs back to shut the door & rushes to your side. "Mrs. Barnes."
"Hi Dr. Cho. I have you on speakerphone, Bucky is here."
"Sargent Barnes. Congratulations are in order." Both you and Bucky turn to each other wide eyed. "Baby Barnes should arrive early February of next year."
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"Oh my God."
"Holy Fuck," you swat Bucky's arm. "Sorry! That's great news! Thank you so much."
"It is great news but I will be classifying this as a high risk pregnancy. We don't know the effects the serum will have on the baby. You'll need to be monitored closely."
"Of course, whatever you think is best!"
"I'll have a checkup calendar sent to you and Sgt Barnes."
"Yes, thank you so much!" You hang up the phone and Bucky's already swept you up in his arms.
"I put a baby in you." He laughs, "A super baby."
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raya-hunter01 · 5 months ago
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Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 6
Roman X OC(Kara)
Jey Uso X OC (Tia)
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy, infidelity, pregnancy
Roamn’s wife recently left medical school and returned home to save her marriage. Upon her return, she finds out things are not what they seem. Her sister is pregnant by her best friend Jey Uso, who is also Roman’s cousin, and her husband is acting suspicious.
What happens when a conversation overhead on a baby monitor blows her world apart?
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Roman's House
That’s it….Ten years and it’s over just by signing some papers," I said as my mom sat beside me while I looked at a copy of the divorce papers.
“Roman, you messed up and what you did was unforgivable. This is all that should matter to you right now,” my mother said placing Logan in my arms as I sat her on my lap.
Her little smile as she put her tiny fist in her mouth made my heart smile.
 “I know princess, granny needs to hurry up your bottle, don’t she?” I said chuckling as she laughed at the sounds coming out of her mouth as I gently bounced her on my lap.
“Granny only got two hands and she’s coming.”
“I’m just kidding Ma, I’m happy you here and don’t know what I’d do without you and Ma Rebecca. I just hoped that Kara and I could have work things out, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
“Son, I’mma need you to snap outta this because this little girl needs her father, and she needs you focused on her. She already ain’t got a damn mama if we keeping it real,” my mom said cutting me deep with her words, but it was true.
I had got Tia transferred to Raw to get her outta my hair, which has been a godsend. She sees Logan whenever the mood hits or she needs something. She still won’t sign over her rights…
“I am focused on her. I’ve gotten my schedule lighter. She going to start traveling with me..I got that part mama; I just need Kara now.”
“Roman! Kara is not going to help you raise a baby that is not only a reminder that you betrayed her, but its mother is her sister! Now you starting to scare me with your delusion. It’s over son and you set this all in motion…
"Mama, I know-"
"Deal with it and figure out a way to get that fool to sign over her rights. Hell, call your lawyer back and tell him you want to go for full custody and don’t give her no money,” she said, giving me Logan's bottle before leaving the room without another word.
“I guess it’s just us, huh, baby girl?” I asked feeding her as she gripped my hand greedily sucking her bottle
Taking my mother’s advice, after feeding Loogan and burping her, I quickly shot my lawyer a text to go ahead with getting Tia served.
Hopefully, he could get it done today before she leaves out for Raw later on today.
After laying Logan down I went on Instagram and saw Jey had posted a live and had pinned it to his page. Being nosey, I clicked on it and instantly wished I didn’t.
Jey was filming the highway, the road almost seemed deserted the Boston skyline in view. I knew it well from the few times I had visited Kara.
As I was about to get off, I heard a familiar laugh as Piece of my love by Guy began playing in the background.
“It's 5 am, we out here Boston! What ya’ll know bout ridin’ round the city, listening to dat good old school music, just vibin’ wit yo’ people,” he said turning the camera on Kara who was driving and dancing in her seat.
“You can have a piece of my love,” she softly sang shooting Jey a quick glance with a smile when she saw he was recording her.  
“It’s waiting for you,” Jey said slyly finishing the lyric without missing a beat as Kara laughed and turned her attention back to the road shaking her head.  
“You ain’t ready for this Mr. Fatu,” Kara muttered under her breath as I growled.
“A’ight now, you know I stay ready,” he said chuckling, turning around showing Trin asleep with her head in Jimmy’s lap. “What’s up ya’ll,” Jimmy said nodding his head to the music.
Damn, I kinda miss the days of my cousins and I traveling and just vibin' without a care. It made the time go by and if I’m honest I missed them all.
“We’re almost there,” I heard Kara say as Jey flipped the camera to show his face. “A’ight, we out ya’ll, we gettin' ready to turn it in. Been a long ass flight, and we bout to all get some sleep,” he said abruptly ending the live.
“Motherfucker,” I whispered trying not to disturb Logan as she slept.
He just won’t give up, what right did he have even being in the car with her? A car I paid for…Sleeping in the house I’m paid for…
Damn, why couldn’t he stay away from her?
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Boston, MA
Kara’s Pov
“Jey, if you ask me one more time if I really want to come tonight I’mma slap the fuck outta you,” I said as he held his hands up in surrender.
“Aye, I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know Tia gon’ be there,” he said as I shook my head.
“I’m going to watch your Raw debut, I ain’t worried about Tia and whatever drama she got going on,” I said reassuring him as he gave me a hug.
“I’ll see you later,” he whispered giving me a kiss on the cheek
“Ya’ll drive safe, I’ll see you in a bit,” I said as he picked up his bag, heading for the door.
“Sis, you comin’ right?” he asked as Trin smiled.
“Yes, I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll ride with Kara over there,” she said as he gave her a thumbs up before leaving.
“He’s such a goof, should have seen him in the car rental place,” Trin said as I laughed pouring us a glass of wine.
“Trin, he means well, don’t do him like that,” I said as she chuckled.
“I know he does and look at you defending your man.”
“He isn’t my man Trin.”
“You know I can’t wait for ya’ll to finally get together. Especially since you’ve already test drove the merchandise.” Trin said as I coughed, almost spitting out my wine as she laughed.
“I can’t believe you,” I coughed as she shrugged her shoulders.
“Aye, just calling it like I see it. You were riding him like you were at the rodeo weren’t you?”
“It was good too…Ugh, see, I hate I even told you. Now I’m thinking about it,” I laughed as Trin sipped on her wine unbothered.
“I’m just sayin’ if you need that itch scratched, Jey’s a willing participant.”
“Trin, in all seriousness though, I’m just trying to focus on getting back to me right now. I got a lot of shit to process before I even think about being somebody’s girlfriend.”
“I get it, you don’t want to take that energy and resentment into a new relationship,” Trin said as sighed in relief, someone finally got what I had been trying to say.
“Speaking of Roman, these the divorce papers, huh,” Trin said picking up the stack of papers off the table.
“Yep, it’s a done deal. I can breathe now,” I said sitting next to her and sipping on my glass of wine.
Roman and I went through therapy as suggested by our lawyers. It was terrible but I made it through. Roman was upset that I still wanted to go through with the divorce, but he didn’t contest it anymore.
“I can’t believe he sent you flowers,” Trin said reaching over to look at the note that was attached to the bouquet of red and white roses.
“Thank you for trying, I know I didn’t deserve it. Just know I will always love you and I’m always here. Maybe we can be friends someday -Roman.”
“Damn……Do you think you’ll ever forgive him?” Trin asked as I sighed putting down my glass.
“I think I forgave him the moment he broke down and cried in therapy about what happened. The more he talked, the more I realized at first, he was a victim in Tia’s game.”
“I can see that, but what about after the first time?”
“That’s where he has to take accountability, he made some choices that he’s going to have to deal with the consequences of and it’s no longer my problem,” I said as Trin nodded in understanding.
“Now…Tia on the other hand, I’m avoiding that bitch like the plague tonight. I don’t want to go to jail,” I said as Trin laughed.
“I feel you cause even though I got bail money you too cute for jail,” she said as I held up my glass and we toasted.
“Here’s to Jey and a night of celebration,” I said honestly happy for the first time in a long time.
I was going to see Jey tonight and for tonight none of the drama with Tia mattered. This was about Jey and his new beginnings as a singles wrestler.
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Monday Night Raw
Jey’s POV
“Man, I can’t believe I’m here,” I said nervously pacing as Jimmy shook his head at me.
“Aye, calm down and enjoy this moment. You gon’ be fine,” he said as I saw Tia coming over.
“Ah hell,” I whispered as Jimmy turned around chuckled. “You already know she gon’ try you.” Jimmy whispered as I rubbed the back of my neck.
“Man, I ain’t got time for this shit,” I whispered as Tia smiled walking past Jimmy as if he wasn’t there. “Well hello to you too, Tia,” he said as she shot him a sly smile before turning back to me.
“Hey, Jey long time no see,” she said with a flirty smile.
“You just really have you no shame,” Jimmy asked as she rolled her eyes at him.
“I’m just talking to him, no harm in that,” she whispered as I looked at her in disbelief.
“Jimmy, give us a minute, Uce,” I said as he got up and left us alone.
“Jey, I just thought since you’re going to be on the Raw brand we could catch up some time,” Tia said as I looked at her like she was crazy.
“Uh, I don’t even like you like that,” I said as she walked closer.
“I’m just trying to welcome you to Raw, I know it gets lonely on the road. Maybe we could reconnect and make some magic happen,” she said touching my chest as I backed away.
“Tia, I think you need help…Like mental help, your obsession with Kara and the people she loves ain’t normal,” I said trying to wrap my brain around how crazy she was.
“I’m not worried about her, I know I’m the better woman and you know it too,” she said trying to put my arms around her as I backed away with my hands in the air.
“Look, don’t ever try me like dat ever again. You know I love Kara and unlike Roman I’m hip to your bullshit. Stay away from me and Kara,” I said as she frowned.
“Kara don’t love you, if she did, ya’ll would have been together years ago,” Tia said spitefully with a smirk.
“Tia tend to your own business, and be a mom to your child. You know the one who hasn’t heard from you in months while you parade on this show and in the streets like a cat in heat,” I said as the smirk fell from her face.
“I have settled that with her father and it’s none of your concern. Still, Kara’s lap log I see,” Tia said as I chuckled.
“Still jealous of your sister, I see,” I said as she slapped me.
“Tia…… Get some help,” I said taking myself out of the situation and walking away from her. “Jey! I’ll see you soon, the road gets lonely!” she yelled as I kept walking.
I needed to get ready for the show and I didn’t have time for her craziness.
“Hey, what was all of that Jey?” Tom, who was one of the higher ups asked, stopping me before I got to my dressing room.
Great, the last thing I needed was him taking this back to Paul causing an issue. I just got here and didn’t need no drama.
“Uh, just some personal stuff, but I took care of it,” I said as he nodded. “Well, that was really unprofessional how she was acting. That was sexual harassment.”
“Look, I gotta get ready for the show. It’s all good Uce, I took care of it” I said trying to get him to drop the subject, but I knew by the look on his face it wasn’t going to be the last I heard about it.
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Monday Night Raw
Kara’s POV
“Mom, you don’t have to throw me a party,” I said as Trin, and I pulled into the building.
“Sweetie, you got accepted back into medical school. We are celebrating and that’s final,” she said as Trin smiled.
“You know we game for barbecue, yo’ daddy can throw down. I’ll get Jimmy to do that Samoan dish you like too,” Trin added.
“The one with the pineapple chicken?” I asked as Trin nodded… “Oh, I’m there,” I said as Trin, and my mom laughed.
“Thanks for the reinforcements Trin. Sweetie, Logan will be here on Friday, but if you’re uncomfortable Janice can get her,” my mom said as I sighed.
“Mama, I will be fine. I know it’s your weekend to have Logan I wouldn’t do that,” I said as the line got quiet.
“I don’t want you to be overwhelmed baby,” my mom said as I gave Trin a small smile.
“It’s ok mom, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Enjoy the show baby, and I’ll see you Thursday, love you.”
“Love you too mom,” I said, hanging up and taking a deep breath.
“You know it’s ok to not be ok,” Trin said as I parked the car.
“I’m ok…I just don’t see myself being heavily involved in Logan’s life. Does that make me a terrible person?” I asked as Trin looked at me with a sad smile.
“No, it makes you a person that has been hurt and your feelings are valid, but I also know you.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means if that baby needed anything you would make sure she had it,” Trin said as I bit my lower lip trying not to cry.
“I would, but I don’t see myself babysitting and doing all the other auntie stuff, it would be a constant reminder of everything,” I said as Trin nodded.
“Maybe as time passes you will feel different,” Trin said as we walked towards the talent entrance.
“I don’t think so Trin, even though she’s not to blame for what her parents did.” I said as Trin showed her ID and we got our passes from security.
“Well, let’s just enjoy tonight and worry about everything else later,” Trin said as we headed inside to get ready for the show.
“You won’t hear no complaints from me,” I said happy we could just go enjoy the show. No more Roman, Tia, or Logan talk.
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Monday Night Raw
Jey’s POV
Man, the crowd is on fire and rocking, but it’s only one face I’m looking for right now and I can’t find her. Finally, after Sami left the ring, I spotted Kara in the third row wearing my hoodie.
Trin was beside her in a ball cap and her reading glasses, I had to give it to them they blended in well with the crowd. I’m glad too because the last thing I wanted was someone to take pictures of them and posting it online.
I can see the headlines now “Roman Reigns ex-wife attends Raw with TNA superstar Trinity.”
Getting out of the ring I signaled for Kara to head backstage as she nodded and whispered to Trin.
Once I saw them grab their things, I slowly made my way up the ramp. Everything was finally sinking in as the crowd continued to sing my music and I wanted to take it all in.
Tonight is something I will never forget, giving them one final wave I went backstage into gorilla and was met with a round of applause.
“Welcome to Raw Uce!” Cody said giving me a hug.
“Thanks, man I’m glad to be here, Uce,” I said looking around for Kara but didn’t see her. Where are they? I know they had their passes.
“Hey, don’t freak out, they made it back. Kara just didn’t want people in ya’ll business. Go down the hall and make a right, she’s there waiting for you,” Cody said as I smiled.
“Aye, good lookin’ out Uce,” I said shaking his hand before going to find Kara.
 Rounding the corner, there she was leaning up against the wall with her hands in her pockets.
“How did I do?” I asked as she looked at me with a smile, running towards me and jumping in my arms as I held her close.
“Amazing, I’m so proud of you,” she whispered against my ear as I sighed holding her tighter.
“Thank you for ridin’ wit me and believin’ in me.”
“E le aunoa ma le faavavau” she said as felt my heart swell.
“Always and forever,” I said as she looked at me with a shy smile.
Our moment was short lived as I saw Jimmy and Trin heading towards us. “Aye, that was awesome Uce,” Jimmy said as put Kara down and Trin came over to give me a hug.
“Alright now brother-in-law. That’s what I’m talking about.”
“Thanks, sis,” I said watching Kara as Jimmy put his arm around her as she welcomed his embrace, leaning her head against him.
 Releasing Trin from my embrace I saw a look of confusion pass Kara’s face for a second before she tried to play it off.
I looked over my shoulder and there in the corner hiding behind the curtain was Tia.
She was watching Kara like a hawk, almost envious. Something was wrong. Something wasn’t clicking in Tia’s head.
“She just won’t get the hint, huh?” Jimmy asked as I shook my head signaling for him to shut up.
“Get the hint about what?” Kara asked as I lightly pushed Jimmy.
“I handled it, why you even had to bring it up,” I hissed as he shook his head.
“Look at that fool over there staring at us, does it look like she understood what you said,” Jimmy countered as I sighed.
“I handled it, Uce.”
“Uh, can somebody tell us what’s going on?” Trin asked as Kara looked at me.
“Look, Tia came on to me, I shut it down, we exchanged some words and that was it,” I said as Kara chuckled, shaking her head at Trin, who seemed nervous.
“Now, remember what we talked about earlier Kara,” Trin said as Kara looked at her with a smile.
“Oh, I remember, I’m just gon’ go holla at her for a minute…. Excuse me,” Kara said walking towards Tia who was smirking.
“Kara it ain’t worth it,” I said as she walked up to Tia. “Hey sis, long time no see, it’s been about what…Six months,” Tia said with a smile.
Kara’s POV
“Yea, it has, and I see your still up to the same bullshit,” I said wanting to smack the smirk off her face.
“What? I just offered Jey a good time, the road can be stressful, especially on the man. You know that better than anyone right?” Tia asked as I chuckled at her lame attempt to rile me up.
“You should know by now offering your services to taken men never works out in your favor though, does it? I mean you get so desperate you let men call you by their wives names while they fuck you.” I said not caring who knew at this point.
“Damn…You get down like that Tia?” Jimmy asked as Trin sighed. “Jurdy, I’ll fill you in later, be quiet," she whispered as Tia had the nerve to look embarrassed.
“He’ll come to me…They all come to-”
“Look, I’mma keep it short and sweet because I don’t have time for your games.”
“Oou lil sis is hot because she knows if I want Jey, I could take him.” Tia said as I chuckled as I felt Jey behind me.
 “Keep your distance, Tia,” I said as she rolled her eyes.
“Oh, please,” she muttered as I felt the urge to knock her ass out.
 “Tia! Come near him again, and that last ass whoopin’ I gave you will feel like a walk in the park…Try me.” I hissed as Jey gently grabbed my hand unclenching my fist.
“Kara, let’s go” Jey said as I refused to move. “I look forward to it,” Tia taunted as Jey shook his head trying to put a little distance between me and Tia.
“Man, gon’ wit dat bullshit, Tia. You done did enough now,” Jey said as I stepped into her space as she nervously bit her lip.
“I’mma stomp yo’ ass in the ground, keep coming at me like you crazy.”
“Aye, Tia, I know you a couple chocolate chips short of a cookie, but you better find you something safe to do. That ain’t the move baby girl,” Jimmy said as Tia growled.
“I hate you bitch!”
“Hate….Nah, you love me….Love me so much you wanna be me and apparently want every dick that’s ever been inside me too,” I said casually as Jey cleared his throat putting his arm around my waist trying to hold me back.
“Been inside you! Twin, you done hit the homie and ain’t said shit!” Jimmy exclaimed as Trin sighed.
 “Jurdy, read the room, keep up, and shut the hell up,” she said as Jimmy got quiet.
“You nasty bitch!” Tia shouted as I smirked at her. “Nah, that would be you and your sour-ass pussy,” I said, as Jey pulled me close steering me away from Tia.
“A’ight, let’s go ma. We need to talk,” Jey said as I looked back at Tia as a stagehand approached her.
“Tia, bossman wants to see you,” he said as Tia plastered on a smile following him.
“I’ll see you soon Jey,” she laughed as I tried to get out of Jey’s embrace.
“Fuckin’ parasite,” I hissed as Jey pulled me into his locker room, locking the door behind us.
“Are you done?” he asked as I rolled my eyes irritated as hell.
“No…..She always is up to something, I just don’t understand,” I said as Jey took off his black jacket, tossing it on the couch.
Damn, he looked fine as hell…Focus Kara, you're mad right now.
“Don’t let it bother you, the stuff she doin’, it don’t even matter.”
“What do you mean it don’t matter? “I asked as a look of determination adorned his handsome face as he slowly came towards me, almost like a lion stalking its prey.
“You ain’t slick, you know what you be doing wit ya chest and tattoos all out,” I said as he laughed. “I'm serious, you can stay over there, sir.”  His smile making it hard for me to stay angry.
“I ain’t doin’ nothing,” he whispered closing the distance between us as I tried to remain strong.
 “Yes, you are, Jey,” I whispered, feeling like my heart race as he caressed my face with his hands. Closing my eyes, I felt the tension leaving my body simply from his touch.
“I’mma need you to realize something important,” he said as I melted even further into his touch.
“What do I need to realize?” I asked, his lips dangerously close to mine. “I only want you; I’ve always only wanted you,” he whispered our lips meeting in a searing kiss.
It had been six months since the last time our lips touched and the
Feeling lightheaded I clung to him as our tongues fought for dominance, with Jey winning in the end as I whimpered in need.
He had me Feenin’ for more as we reluctantly parted to catch our breaths.
“Kara, you ain’t gotta worry about Tia, I ain’t Roman. I ain’t jeopardizing being with you for nobody,” Jey said reassuring me as I nodded.
I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that until now.
“Jey, I don’t want you to feel obligated to do all this. Visting me every week, being there-” I started as he cut me off with a gentle kiss.
“When you’re ready, I’m ready. I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he whispered wiping my tears I didn’t even know had fallen.
“You ain’t gotta cry no more, I got you….Until my last breath, I got you.”
“I know,” I whispered leaning against his chest enjoying being wrapped up in his arms.
Damn her..Damn me for allowing Tia to rile me up. I was making strides, but everything still had me fucked up.
Damn Tia and Roman for that matter….
“Do you want to go out with us to eat?” Jey asked as I chuckled looking at him. “Nah, ya’ll can go eat, I got to finish an assignment. Someone had me chauffeuring them around this morning before daylight, even had to take them at a rental this afternoon,” I joked as he laughed.
“Aye, we said thank you. But real talk, tomorrow I wanna take you out and spend some time wit you before we leave out on Wednesday,” he said as I smiled, actually looking forward to it.
“I’mma hold you to that,” I whispered, ignoring my vibrating phone in my back pocket.
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Kara’s Condo
Roman’s POV
“Pick up the phone Kara,” I muttered dialing her once again as it goes to voicemail.
“It’s your girl Kara, I’m busy so leave your message at the beep and I’ll get back with you.”
“Kara, just please call me back..I..I need to see you.”
Ending the call, I dialed her right back but this time it went straight to voicemail.
“Did you just ignore my call? Are you with him?…..You are…. Your with Jey ain’t you? Is he kissin on you?......Is he holdin’ you like I used too, dickin’ you down like me. Hmm….Hmm…..Answer the damn phone Kara!” I yelled, hanging up trying to calm myself down.
I tried to wait, but she playin’…Pulling out my spare key to her condo I let myself in.
Did she know I had a key? No…. But that is beside the point.
I felt resentful as I took in how she had the house decorated so welcoming.
“My beautiful family tree,” I muttered reading the letters above the painted tree on the wall of the living room. Pictures of her parents, her brother, even pictures of her and Jey throughout the years. Hell, Jimmy and Trin made the family tree wall.
“I can’t believe this shit,” I hissed, walking into Kara’s bedroom, getting even more pissed seeing Jey’s bag beside her bed.
“In my fucking house,” I muttered looking around the room.
That live from Jey rattled me so much this morning, I charted my jet this evening and flew straight here.
He really been in here, layin’ in this bed with Kara…My Kara…. I don’t give a damn what no divorce papers say…She’s still mine.
I needed to know how deep this shit was getting between Kara and Jey and I needed to know now.
Fucking him one time to get back at me is one thing but actually being in a relationship with him is taking shit too far.
 Hearing the door open, I sat in the chair by the bed. I didn’t care who was with her, we were going to talk.
“I’m fine Jey, I just got inside,” she said as I snarled. “I’m going to shower and finish up my assignment. Just bring me back a fry and a ginger ale. I’m not that hungry, it’s late.”
“Really? Oh, he just Mr. perfect, huh. Doin’ late night ginger ale runs,” I seethed quietly hearing the happiness in Kara’s voice.
“Ok I’ll see ya’ll in a few,” she said, ending the call as I heard her moving around the hall.
“That man,” I heard her sigh as I felt the jealousy within me burning deep.
I had to stifle a groan as she opened the door and I saw she had taken off her shirt. “What tha shit!” Kara screamed, covering herself with her shirt as I stood up.
“Kara, where you been?” I asked as she looked at me in confusion. Almost like she thought she was hallucinating.
“What the hell are you doing in my house Roman?!” Kara yelled turning on the light.
“I wanted to see how your little visit with my cousin was goin’ but you ain’t answered my question. Where you been, because Raw ended about two hours ago?” I asked, walking towards Kara as she put her shirt back on.
“First of all, who da fuck do you think you are! We’re divorced, where I am and who I’m with is none of your damn concern. Now how did you get in here?!” Kara yelled pissed off as I scoffed.
“I had this made before the landlord gave you the keys. I mean did you really think, I was gon’ let you be out here and not check in on you.” I said as she reached for the keys, but I put it back in my pocket.
Kara’s POV
“This ain’t checkin’ in, this is stalking. You shouldn’t be here at all! Give me the keys Roman!” I yelled, still in shock I had found him in my bedroom, sitting in here like a fuckin’ serial killer.
“Have you slept with Jey since that night?” Roman asked as I looked at him like he was crazy.
“That is none of your business, give me the key, Roman!” I yelled as he ignored me.
“Not until you tell me, then I’ll give it to you.”
“Have you been drinking?” I asked, smelling the alcohol on his breath as he came a little closer.
“I ain’t drunk, I am in control Kara. I got this shit, I only had a brandy on the plane.”
“I can’t tell you flew from Pensacola to Boston to ask if I’m fucking your cousin,” I said as he rolled his eyes.
“Are you fuckin’ him, it’s a simple question?!” Roman yelled as I sighed rubbing my temples.
“Answer me, Kara.”
“Do you see a ring on my finger..No you don’t because I am single. You made sure I became single when you stuck your dick in my sister and got her pregnant!” I screamed as Roman came even closer.
“Are you fucking Jey? It’s either yes or no Kara.”
“It’s none of your business, just give me the keys and leave Roman.”
“Just answer the question, Kara!” Roman screamed as I looked at him like he was crazy.
“Roman, I’mma need you to calm do-”
“I have tried and tried to get back together wit you and this is the thanks I get!  You out here with him in MY HOUSE that I’M PAYIN’ for!” Roman ranted as something inside me flipped.
“It’s MY HOUSE and I don’t owe you shit! Get out!.....Now Roman!”
His arrogant stance as he refused to move pissed me off even more. He really thinks he can control me..
“I ain’t leavin’ till you answer me,” he said as I nodded in understanding.
“Ok, I see I’mma have to remind you with who you dealin’ wit,” I said leaving the room.
“Where you goin’ Kara, I aint done talkin’ to you,” Roman said walking behind me as I went into the kitchen.
“I told you to get out, but you trippin’. You trippin’ hard but let me help you out, let me get on your level,” I said reaching in the drawer pulling out my large chef’s knife as Roman growled in frustration, but backed up a little.
“Really, so you gon’ stab me Kara?” he asked as I pointed the knife in his direction.
“Roman I promise you, we gon’ be on an episode of The First 48 if you don’t leave the keys and get outta my damn house!” I screamed as he sighed, reaching in his pocket putting the keys on the counter.
“Kara, we need to talk about Je-”
“I don’t want to talk to you…I want you out!” I cried as Roman sighed, turning around to leave. A wave of relief washing over me as I heard the door close.
Trying to control my tears I tried to take a few deep breaths as I looked at the keys on the counter.
He really had keys made to my house and came in here trying to tell me what to do.
Another reason I didn’t want his money everyone was advising me to take. He thinks he owns me.
“Definitely getting the locks changed,” I whispered heading to lock the front door, stumbling back in shock seeing Roman with his hands up in the air being held at gunpoint by Tia.
“Oh, hey sis, come on in and join the party, I mean you are the guest of honor after all,” Tia said as Roman looked back at me. His remorseful gaze pierced my soul as she smiled, pointing the gun at me.
"Oh, my God."
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Knowing you write for steddie x reader changes everything for me. I love them and they deserve the world. Plus you do every character so much justice I love how you write them. Maybe reader and Steve supporting Eddie at one of his shows? Or Eddie and Reader helping Steve network at an event? Or Steve and Eddie taking care of a drunk Reader after having a "girls night" with Robin and Nancy?
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cw: effects of alcohol + weed
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When Steve gets back home, you’re sitting on the floor of the kitchen drinking water out of a bowl with a half empty bag of bread beside you. 
“Jesus,” he says. “This looks kinda pathetic, don’t you think?” 
Eddie, sitting on the counter while he monitors you, shrugs. “All our cups are dirty.” 
“She didn’t want to sit on the couch or something?” 
“No, she said—”
“The floor’s really important right now,” you say gravely. 
Eddie nods. “I kind of get it.” 
Steve huffs a laugh, squatting beside you. “How’s it going, honey?” 
“M’not feeling fabulous,” you mumble, your voice echoing around the inside of the bowl. “Are Nancy and Robs okay?” 
“Yeah, they’re good,” he says. “They’re home safe.” He peers into the bowl when you lower it for a second. You’ve almost drained it. He has to hand it to Eddie; purposefully or not, his bowl scheme has gotten you to drink a good amount of water. “Neither of them would tell me what you guys got up to, though.” 
You’ve just raised the bowl to drink again, and you giggle into your little cavern. 
Eddie, feeling left out, hops down from the counter and takes up a position on your other side. “Ooh, that sounds like trouble.” He nudges your shoulder with his, squinting at you deviously. “What’d you do, huh?”
You set the bowl down, finished. “Nothing,” you say smugly. 
Eddie leans around you to shoot Steve a look, and he rolls his eyes at the showy intrigue in it. 
“Let me guess,” his boyfriend drawls. “You went to that biker bar downtown?”
You shake your head but realize your mistake halfway through, frowning at yourself. “M’not gonna say anything.” 
“That’s no fun! Come on, did you all get secret matching tattoos?” 
You press your lips together. Ignore the eyebrow Steve raises at you. 
“Did you go skinny dipping in the river? Go to a strip club?” Eddie gasps, expression morphing into one of scandal like your face has revealed anything more than a growing amusement at his theories. “Oh my god, you worked a strip club! Baby, you should’ve told us, Stevie and I would’ve tipped you good if we’d been invited.” 
“Quit it.” You go to pinch Eddie’s side. He stops you with a hand on your wrist and a delighted grin. “M’not telling you yes or no to anything, so don’t bother.” 
“Alright,” Steve says at the mischievous look in his boyfriend’s brown eyes, “you ready for bed?” 
Instantly, your good mood slips away. “No,” you say, almost pleading. “M’too dizzy, I can’t go to bed like this.” 
Eddie’s coo sounds how Steve feels. He stands while his boyfriend kisses sympathetically at your cheek, reaching down for you.
“That’s alright,” he promises. “Let’s just brush teeth for now, okay? We’ll give you some time to sober up.” 
It takes some help from Eddie on the floor to get you up, but soon Steve has his arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side as he all but carries you to the bathroom. He hears Eddie moving around in the kitchen, cleaning up your small mess, and takes the opportunity to lean in to whisper, “Okay, are you really not going to tell me how you got like this?” 
You groan, head lolling onto his shoulder. “You’re gonna think it’s so uncool.” 
Steve laughs quietly. “C’mon, babe. You’ve got the D&D master in there, and then a guy who probably peaked in high school. Are you really worried about what we think is cool?” 
“Yes,” you mutter, but sigh in defeat as he leans you against the bathroom counter, getting your toothbrush ready for you. “Fine. We didn’t even go out. We just stayed in Nancy’s basement.” 
He feels his eyebrows go up. “I thought you guys were going to go to the bars.” 
“We were, but Robin brought us brownies to eat before we left, and…and she didn’t tell me what was in them until I’d already had two.” 
“Oh,” Steve realizes, “you’re high, huh?” 
“I had a bit to drink before that, too,” you say miserably. You take the toothbrush from him, all but shoving it into your mouth. 
“You’re crossed?” Steve gives a little laugh, scrubbing his hand up and down your arm sympathetically. Your skin is pleasantly warm, and you lean into his touch like his hands are molding you that way. “Shit, that sucks.” 
“We didn’t even get to go out because of me,” you lament around a mouthful of toothpaste. You’re starting to sound a bit teary. “And I threw up in Nancy’s bathroom.” 
Steve tries to look like he’s taking this seriously, but it’s hard to keep the amusement from his tone. “You couldn’t have known, you know?” He crosses his arms, watching as you scrub the inside of your mouth like you’re trying to rid yourself of this entire night. “Robs should have told you earlier. Christ, no wonder you seemed so much more fucked up than either of them.” 
“What’s going on?” Eddie leans against the doorway. 
“She’s crossed,” Steve says. 
“Steve!” You spit your toothpaste into the sink and look up at him, betrayed. “You’re such a narc!” 
“Aw, baby.” Steve really doesn’t know why you ever wanted to keep this a secret from Eddie. He’ll tease you more for it, sure, but he’ll also baby you way more than Steve ever would. And predictably, you eat it up, responding to his tone with a cute pout. “This is your first time being high, isn’t it?” 
You nod pitifully. “I didn’t even mean to,” you warble, eyes looking dangerously wet. “It was an accident.” 
Eddie crosses the distance to you in two long strides, wrapping his arms around your middle so your back is pressed to his front. “Poor thing,” he coos. “You were tricked, huh?” 
“She was,” Steve says, somewhat crossly. “Robin’s gonna hear it when I see her tomorrow, don’t worry.” 
“No, Steve!” Your boyfriend sticking up for you only seems to worsen your upset. You turn your glassy eyes on him, reaching for his hand. “You can’t tell, please! S’a girls’ night secret, you’re not supposed to know.” 
Steve softens. He can play tough, but he’s never been any match for you when you make your eyes all big and sad like that. He’ll give you anything you want. 
“I dunno,” Eddie says, “I think we should go egg her house.” 
Steve grins, but you blanch. 
“No,” you protest urgently, clearly missing the humor in Eddie's voice. 
“Alright, alright.” Steve tugs your hand toward him, soothing his palm up the inside of your wrist. “We won’t tell, honey.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but they’re full of fondness as he stamps a kiss on your cheek to show his agreement. “Do you want to sit in bed until you feel okay enough to go to sleep?” 
The worry clears from your expression, replaced by something almost approaching shyness. “Yes, please,” you say, sinking into Eddie’s hold. “You guys can go to sleep though, if you want.” 
“Oh, no way,” Eddie says, keeping you securely in his hold as he starts to walk you towards the bedroom. “It’s your first time being high, baby! I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” 
You grin like he’s silly, but when your unsteady gaze lands on Steve it’s tentative. 
“We’re not just gonna leave you awake by yourself,” he agrees. “We’ll stay up however long you need us to.” 
“Exactly,” Eddie says. “Okay, tell me everything going through your head right now. Do you kind of feel like you’re watching a TV show through your own eyes?”
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gallifreyanhotfive · 10 months ago
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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 5
The Eleventh Doctor is called the Anti-Squid. It means he is the Devil of the Space Squid Religion.
Kovarian taught the assassins she raised to refer to the Doctor as the Demon and the sound the TARDIS makes as the Demon's roar.
The Eighth Doctor has a tattoo of a man turning into a jaguar.
Grace Holloway eventually worked in a MI6 sponsored genetics lab to test the substance the Master had spat at her during the TV Movie in the hopes of creating a Time Lord-human hybrid capable of regeneration. Unfortunately, the Master had at the time been a Deathworm Morphant, and her associate became a Morphant-human hybrid. The Doctor chastised her for this.
Speaking of experiments involving regeneration, the Forge was an intelligence organization that did all sorts of experiments, including Project: Lazarus. This operation was designed to discover how regeneration worked.
Nyssa collapses in Four to Doomsday and exhibited psychic powers in Time-Flight. This is because Kwundaar, a pre-universe being who had originally created the Source, chose her for his manipulations because she was a Traken native who had left the union.
The Fourth Doctor took Liz Shaw on adventures for a little while.
The First Doctor also tried to kill the would-be dictator as a baby. While queuing up to see the baby at the christening, he dropped the knife he had been planning on using to kill them. Annoyed with his clumsiness, he left with Susan.
Runcible was a hall monitor in the Academy who had mutual bad blood with the Doctor and his friends. He would one day be literally stabbed in the back by the Master.
Borusa taught the Doctor when they were young to fear the regenerative process.
Clara Oswald's mother died on the same day as the Auton Invasion in the episode Rose.
Not all TARDISes are capable of flight.
While being affected by the Gommen Machine, K9 thought that he was a stuntman and that Nyssa was his daughter.
After Nyssa and the Fifth Doctor were splintered in time and trapped in a time bubble, they became something akin to psychic vampires, eating the memories of the villagers nearby.
Anzor was a school bully at the Academy who used a torture device called a galvaniser on his classmates. He would most notably torment the Doctor, using this device and making him do his navigational homework because he wasn't smart enough to do so. The Sixth Doctor was still terrified of Anzor, trying to hide from him when they met.
The Sixth Doctor believed that the Third Doctor had an unusual dress sense.
The Third Doctor was able to control his pheromones to communicate with the Builders, which resembled eight inch slugs.
The TARDIS kitchen restocks itself every morning.
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songmingisthighs · 10 months ago
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Wanbelyn
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ch. xxxvii - sugar cube
neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader
buy me coffee ?
where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.
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It didn't occurred to you that you had fallen asleep until you felt hands tapping your shoulders gently, slowly waking you up from your slumber.
"Hey, did you fall asleep here?"
Your eyes adjusted for a moment, trying to remember where you were only to feel your lower spine cracking as you shifted in your seat. It was a mistake fallung asleep while sitting on the floor of Hongjoong's bedroom.
Realizing you had let out an involuntary groan that was louder than you intended, your eyes snapped to the boy sleeping in a sprawled out starfish position to make sure that he didn't wake up and thankfully he was still snoring (and drooling) away. "When did you came home?" You croaked out as you tried to stand up in front of Hongjoong who was snickering at you, "Just now. Has Kijoong eaten lunch?" Your head turned to the side to look at the clock that had struck 2.37 so you nodded, "Yeah he ate around an hour ago before I put him down for a nap," you said as you stretched a little while Hongjoong nodded, soon moving to put his work bag by his side of the bed after giving Kijoong a peck on his forehead.
"Hey, you must be hungry. I'll go heat up lunch," before you stepped out of the room, you made sure to turn pn the baby monitor you had put on the bedside table on Kijoong's side before clipping the other on your jeans. As you checked if the monitors were functioning correctly, Hongjoong took notice and furrowed his eyebrows, "Is that his baby monitor??" You spared him a glance and nodded, "Yeah, I've been using it this whole time when I need to do stuff when Kijoong is asleep. I'll go get food ready for you," with that, you left the room.
Hongjoong couldn't help but stare in awe of the way you're taking care of his son with what he could only see as expertise and affection. Though he wasn't that attentive, he noticed the shift in the way you cared for Kijoong. You still held a firm hand but you seem to be more nervous, cautious, even paranoid to leave him all alone. While Hongjoong appreciated you staying at his place to care for Kijoong, he wonderee why you volunteered in the first place. You may have your own reason and he wouldn't dare pry if not needed, but it did made him wonder if this was what Kijoong's own mother do had she been around for this situation. That is... Had she even been around for Kijoong, would he still have pnes?
Trailing behind slowly, Hongjoong watched the way you move around his apartment. Over the course of a month, you had made several changes in his place to the point that it didn't feel like his apartment anymore. It felt like a home. There were more proof of life what with scattered toys that weren't there because Kijoong would usually be at the hospital daycare after school, his stove now have scratches and his pots and pans have scorched bottoms. To add to that, his home smells different. It smells like warmth that spreads through his chest.
"You look like you're deep in thoughts," Hongjoong jumped at the sound of your voice. Though you had your back on him, you talked like you were watching him this whole time. "I'm..." he was trying to come up with an answer but he couldn't think of any. Even when you turned around to place the soup you made on the table, he was still standing there just staring. You walked around the table and pull up the chair he usually sat on, patting it twice, "Come on, sit down, I'll get you some rice," you said and he obeyed.
Once seated, his gaze shifted to the food before him and without thinking, he blurted out, "Is this what having a woman in the house feels like?" Your hand froze mid-scoop of rice, surprised at what he said. "I... I was just wondering about Kijoong's mom," Hongjoong continued. It was the first time he had mentioned Kijoong's mom ever since you started working there.
You were silent when you closed the rice cooker's lid and even as you placed the bowl in front of Hongjoong and sat across him. You were curious, sure, and you've never really had the opportunity to ask him. Thinking about how it was just the two of you and Kijoong was asleep, you decided to ask. "What happened to Kijoong's mom anyways?"
To be frank, you expected him to be taken aback, pausing momentarily, something. But Hongjoong simply chuckled as he reached for a sausage from one of the banchan plates spread in front of him. "Her name was Seo Aejeong and I met her at the hospital by accident the first year I became a resident. She said she was waiting for a friend who's seeing a psychiatrist there and we ended up talking and even exchanging numbers. She mentioned how she wanted to become a doctor too but ended up going against it because she wanted to have a family of her own and being a doctor meant she couldn't dedicate her time to tend to her children even though she had the capabilities. I found that admirable and we started seeing each other outside the knowledge of anyone at the hospital and... Around four months later... Well..." "Even doctors forgot protection, huh?" you teased, causing his face to flare red in embarrassment, "It broke, okay?" he huffed, shoving a rolled omelette in his mouth and chewing aggressively like how Kijoong would when you told him he couldn't have chocolate before dinner.
"We both agreed to have the baby because we were on the same page on most things and after further discussion, we were financially able to anyway. But shit fell apart when I brought her to her first check-up," he sighed and you could tell that what he wanted to say next was more baffling than it is painful. "There, I found out that she wasn't even who she said she was. See, when I met her, she told me that her name was Seo Aejeong, turns out, her name was Kang Minhee and she was the patient of Mingi's Attending and mentor. The life she told me about was half true and half a lie which was made so because she has Borderline Personality Disorder which causes delusion. In this case, she believed that she wasn't Kang Minhee, she believed that she was Seo Aejeong, a girl who went missing in 2002, the same day Kang Minhee got separated from her nanny when they went to a park only to be found at the doorstep of her family's estate 4 days later. Or so people told her because she believed that her rich family paid someone to kidnap Seo Aejeong and pretended like she was Kang Minhee because the real Kang Minhee died. She believed it was so because she had no recollection of her life before that."
You were staring at him with your mouth agape, shocked that this Grey's Anatomy-level drama was part of your life. Hongjoong looked up after taking a sip of his soup, confused by the way you were staring at him, "What?" He asked as if he hadn't just told you what was probably the juiciest story you've ever heard. "I'm sorry, aside from that AMAZING backstory, what actually happened? Where is she now?" Then, that moment, with that question came pain. "I... Well, we did end up having Kijoong and we even lived together. I actually got close to Mingi because of her as he was tasked to keep an eye on Kijoong's mom and he helped me aid her condition because when she gave birth, she got into a rather serious postpartum depression. Her parents wanted to put her in a postpartum care centre not because they thought she needed it, but because they thought the baby would need the attention their daughter wouldn't give them. Nice people they are, Kijoong's other grandparents. They still try to chip in every now and then and while they didn't get to have a relationship with Kijoong, they still send us things. And at first, I thought she was getting better because she did. After a month of being at the postpartum care centre, she came home happier and it even seemed like she was bonding with Kijoong. Until the day Kijoong hit his three-month milestone, I came home after a long shift to find Aejeong... Minhee... She, sitting on the couch with Kijoong in her arms but she was dressed like she had somewhere to go with a paper that signed her parental rights away on the table. She told me that her giving birth to Kijoong was cathartic because, as she said, he allowed her to leave Seo Aejeong behind and move forward as Kang Minhee for her own well-being," he said, smiling bitterly.
You were not one prone to serious violence but at that moment, you really do want to find whoever that Seo Aejeong/Kang Minhee is and beat the living shit out of her. It was one thing to get pregnant accidentally, but it was a whole other thing when she gave birth and realized it was a "cathartic" experience that allowed her to "move on" with her life. Who the fuck does that?
You slammed your hand on the table, effectively causing Hongjoong to choke on his soup, "What the fuck!? She used Kijoong as a therapy tool? I mean I get that she has mental issues but that doesn't excuse anything," you scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest as you glared ahead, making it seem like you were glaring at Hongjoong. After managing to calm his breathing down, Hongjoong waved his hand around, "Okay, it's nothing like that. She didn't use him, the catharsis just happened after she gave birth and I do agree that she needed to get better mentally so... I let her go," he said. You couldn't help but squint your eyes at him curiously, "Is that why you haven't been able to move on from her?" Abashed, Hongjoong averted his gaze, "You don't know how it is to have someone you're so fond of be taken away from you," he muttered.
While you didn't know how it was being him, going through what he went through, you had your own experience.
Leaning back against your chair, you smiled up at him, "Don't you ever wonder why I quit my last nursing job?" Sensing that you were about to tell him something, Hongjoong straightened up in his seat, "I lost a kid and I couldn't handle it," you prefaced, "It was a mistake that should have never happened but it did, it happened because there was a lack of communication happening between the nurses and t was so stupid," you sighed. This intrigued Hongjoong as seen from the way he rested his elbows on the dining table and leaned towards you. You then continued, seeing his interest, "I was assigned a case, a kid with a blood disorder which didn't allow his blood to have a strong flow because they clot too easily so we did a coagulant therapy with heparin. His name was Junhyuk and I think he was around eight years old when I met him. He was the exact opposite of Kijoong but I'm willing to bet he would've liked playing with him," Hongjoong couldn't help but crack a grin at how you affectionately laughed at the memories of Jinhyuk and even including Kijoong in your memories. "Because of his condition, he was prone to having a stroke and he actually came in because he had some clots that could potentially risk a heart attack so he was scheduled for a thrombectomy after seeing that the heparin didn't really do much. The hospital I worked at had a strict morning and night nurse schedule rotation we were in the middle of a restructuring so our night nurses were temps. I left that night after checking up on Jinhyuk and I even made sure to note that he had surgery at 8 am the next day. I should've listed what he could or couldn't have because the temp gave him heparin because it was part of his scheduled medication so when a little mishap happened with the catheter, he bled profusely and because everyone assumed his heparin was stopped, no one suspected that it was the drugs so they opened him up and..." "He bled out on the table," Hongjoong concluded.
"I came to work only to be greeted with the news that Junhyuk had died. I basically had a breakdown and I was given a week off. They did an autopsy on Junhyuk's body and when I found out the cause, I couldn't bring myself to come back to work. I blamed myself for what happened." You had been trying to hide your tears but when Hongjoong slipped tissues into your hands, you realized he was paying every bit of attention to you. "Is that why you were so... Frantic when Kijoong choked on jello? Because you lost a kid?" Hongjoong asked, now finding a new side of you he hadn't taken into account before. "I couldn't let another kid die on my watch," you hiccupped softly. Grabbing your hands, Hongjoong pulled your gaze onto him, "You were not at fault, it was an accident you couldn't have predicted so it's not something you could've prevented. You're only human," he said.
The two of you held hands as you made the realization that you both were not so different after all. You realized why he was so frustrating to you, it was because there was a connection between you two that was amiss for a while.
"Two idiots in a room holding hands, getting emotional over abandonment say what?" you cracked the silence which caused Hongjoong to furrow his eyebrows, "What?" he asked. "What?" you teased. Once he realized what just happened, Hongjoong scoffed, rolled his eyes, and let go of your hands though the grin on his face remained.
The moment was cut short by the sound of soft sobs calling for you from the baby monitor on your hip. "Welp, that's the boss calling," you pushed yourself up and out of your chair, "I'll be back to clean the dishes, you really should consider taking a shower because you smell like cheap coffee and IV drip," you teased, moving past Hongjoong only for him to grab your hand mid-way. You thought he was going to make a snarky remark but your eyes widened slightly at the way he was looking up at you with a soft gaze, "Thank you for taking care of Kijoong and me so well, (y/n). I truly appreciate it," he smiled, causing your heart to automatically skip a beat. Though it was the first time he had ever done that to you, you didn't feel awkward at all. Not even when you squeezed his hand gently, "It's my pleasure, Hongjoong. Really," you smiled back before rushing to tend to Kijoong who had started sniffling and trying to get out of bed to look for you.
It felt nice for Hongjoong to be able to share a person he trusted with Kijoong. For a moment, things felt real. For a moment, it felt like things were where they were supposed to be.
For a moment, he was able to breathe.
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dollywoo · 4 months ago
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woosan - you’re not alone, and you never will be.
just some woosan smut with angst and fluff ! sorry if its messy! i hope u guys like it!
tw: depression, anxiety attacks, body image, smut! 18+ !
pairings: college student/gamer! san x college student/gamer!wooyoung
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gentle laughter emerged from the brunette, clicking keys on the keyboard before him, the only light that graced his dark dorm was that of the monitor before him. “fuck, it’s a huntress.” wooyoung groaned, speaking in reference to the game his was playing, Dead by Daylight. a reply rang through his headset, his best friend responded, “ah fuck, and shes on me already” san groaned in response, his voice filling wooyoung’s ears. after a few more moments, another sound filled the gloomy room.
ding
wooyoung dropped everything, reaching for his phone with a gentle smile on his lips. though, once his brown orbs danced along the screen, his smile disappeared.
Danny ! 💞
D: sorry love, i wont be able to make our date tomorrow, i truly dont think this is working out anymore.
quickly, his nimble fingers tapped across the screen, a frown forming.
W: what? what do you mean? danny? why?? whats not working out?
the response came five minutes later, in this time wooyoung had silently left the discord call, closing his game out. he would text san later, if he reminded himself. the next words caused his eyes to brim with tears, chewing on his bottom lip as he read the message over and over again.
D: sorry, danny’s busy. ;)
seen 2:49am
oh.
he shouldnt be surprised, but he was. why did he allow for this man to become his reason for existence? he hated him, he absolutely HATED his now ex boyfriend. he had been holding all the weight of the world on his shoulders, the burden of his classes, his insecurities — everything.
but those words caused it all to crash down on wooyoung, as he threw himself on the bed.
he felt weightless, he felt nothing.
he hadnt remembered when he started crying, his knees were curled to his chest, eyes soaked and his hair sticking to the sides of his face.
why? why.
nothing mattered to wooyoung in this moment, he absolutely loathed himself. every fucking inch.
ding, ding.
wooyoung thought he was different, he thought he mattered, he thought that he had finally found the one.
was he not pretty enough anymore?
ding.
how long had he been seeing someone else? wooyoung felt dirty.
ding, ding, ding.
“why am i not enough…” a shaky, fragile voice crept out of wooyoung’s dry lips, barely a hushed whisper.
he wanted to disappear, the notifications that rang through his phone repulsed him. the brunette wanted to smash it. why was the phone taunting him?
click.
wooyoung barely noticed that his front door had been unlocked until his bedroom door slowly began to open. he didnt move, only continued to sob into his sheets.
a gentle voice rang through the darkness, the stifled sobs barely covering the alluring voice of his best friend. “wooyoungie?”
shit. he forgot he gave san a key.
then, weight shifted on the bed, now san had sat on the edge, reading through the still open conversation on wooyoung’s phone.
“fucking asshole.” he spat, his eyes filled with hatred until they landed on wooyoung once more.
the way san’s eyes softened as soon as he looked down at the quivering boy before him made wooyoung’s heart flutter. he had been inlove with his best friend since high school, since the raven haired beauty would beat the absolute shit out of everyone that dared to mess with wooyoung.
despite this, woo was convinced that the feelings weren’t reciprocated, he forced himself to find someone else, that is when he found danny. now look where he was, crying and weak infront of san again.
“darling..” san’s voice was gentle, and warm. it wrapped around wooyoung like a weighted blanket.
“come here, baby.” next thing wooyoung knew, he was sat in san’s lap, being held like a baby. the mountain of a man rocked the smaller back and forth, gently humming a tune to him. wooyoung nuzzled deep into his toned chest, tears slowly flowing. his thoughts running wild.
‘do you love me sannie?’
‘please love me.’
as if san had read the boy’s mind, his soft voice gently whispered into wooyoung’s ear, lips barely hovering over the entrance. “i would never treat my wooyoungie like that, never. you deserve to be treasured, you deserve love.”
wait, what? what was san saying? wait.
“i love you, woo.” san blurted out, cheeks heating up immediately. the raven haired male had always loved his best friend, as soon as wooyoung had left the call he was on his way over. like a moth to a flame.
“sannah..” wooyoung whispered, shifting to straddle his best friend’s lap, eyes on him.
their eyes stayed locked on each other, time stopped.
“i love you too.”
with those words, wooyoung threw his arms around san’s neck, planting a needy kiss onto the other’s plush lips, whining slightly.
“i love you, i love you, i love you!” he chanted against san’s mouth as they kissed, the older’s hands began to wander down to the brunette’s hips, squeezing them lovingly. this earned san a gentle moan against his lips from the younger.
his sounds went straight to san’s member, blushing darkly as their eyes met once again. “im sorry, is this okay? are you sure you want me too?—“
wooyoung’s answer came in the form of his hips pushing the swell of his ass down against the older’s clothed area. “yes, san. please, ive wanted you for so long. ive loved you for so long, i NEED you.”
with that, san picked wooyoung up, laying him down on his back against the bed. the toned male’s massive arms completely caged wooyoung in, this was what the boy always daydreamed of. it was finally happening.
wooyoung clawed at san’s shirt, whimpering in need as his best friend began to grind his hips down into him, the brunette thanked himself for wearing only his boxers tonight. san was gentle, kissing down his neck and leaving dark marks on each patch of skin.
this drove wooyoung mad.
“fuck sannie, please. shirt off, please!” wooyoung demanded, tugging at san’s shirt. “pants too! need you…cant wait!” his own member ached inside of his boxers. thankfully, san obliged, removing his clothing — including his boxers.
wooyoung’s eyes hooded with need, leaning up to pull off his own shirt while san pulled down the younger’s boxers. the older then reached into his best friend’s nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube that he had seen in there when he would come to grab wooyoung’s medicine for him. or on the nights that san had slept over, holding wooyoung from behind and his manhood failed him — causing the older to relieve himself in the bathroom using that lube during those times. he prayed wooyoung would never find out, but that was before he knew that his best friend loved him too.
wooyoung loved san too.
lost in thought, the only thing to bring him out was the absolute beauty underneath him, “sannah? everything okay, handsome?” wooyoung’s gentle, soft voice was like music to san’s ears, causing his heart to flutter. his brown eyes directed themselves back down to his lover, “yes, angel. now spread for me so i can prep you.”
the brunette blushed darkly at san’s words, spreading his legs to expose his entrance, his leaking member flopping onto his stomach. a slight whimper left his lips as he felt a cold liquid circling his hole.
san’s fingers fit perfectly, pushing a single digit inside of the blushing boy, soon after he added two and began to scissor him open.
all the while, wooyoung was as loud as san had always imagined, squirming and whimpering his name over and over again — becoming completely ruined on the older’s fingers alone.
after a few minutes, san pulled his fingers out of wooyoung, who began to babble and beg to be filled again. how cute, the loud mouth jung wooyoung reduced to nothing but whimpers and pleads.
pouring lube onto his own leaking cock, san began to pump himself slowly, ensuring every inch of himself was lubed up for his lover. “shh honey, im coming..” he reassured softly, “im not going anywhere.”
with that, san slowly lined himself up with wooyoung’s leaking hole, pushing himself inside gently. “more sannie..” woo would whisper soon after, “i can take it, i can take all of it i promise.”
the toned male gripped wooyoung’s hips, one had moving to caress his face, dragging his thumb along the younger’s lips slowly — admiring him. whilst he did this, san pushed his entire length inside of the brunette, who whimpered out loudly.
once wooyoung adjusted to his size, san began a slow pace with him, not wanting to be to rough for their first time. he always imagined this, being gentle with wooyoung, he knew the younger wasnt used to it. every ex that his best friend had had was rude and pushy, always wanting to have sex with wooyoung roughly, never wanting to make love with him.
it enraged san, he always wanted to treat him the way he deserved — he wished to worship the ground wooyoung walked on.
the brunette’s feeling were that of the same, however, wooyoung had always worshipped san, the feeling of the other’s cock deep in him reminded him of that. his stomach swirled with admiration, lips parted and soft whines and moans left them with each thrust of san’s hips.
in this moment, wooyoung belonged to san, and san belonged to wooyoung. finally, the two were one.
as time went on, wooyoung’s nails dug into san’s toned back, moaning loudly as his prostate was struck over and over again. tears brimmed his eyes as san continued to whisper, “you’re doing so good, puppy. so so good for me, yes? such a good wooyoungie. all for me, all for your sannie.”
and with a final thrust to his prostate, paired with the gentle words that left san’s lips, wooyoung came undone, san milked the younger’s cock dry as wooyoung came all over his own stomach. soon, san followed suit, cumming deep inside of his best friend.
after a few moments, san pulled out of wooyoung gently, rushing to the bathroom to grab a clean washcloth and returning. he gently cleaned wooyoung up, before scooping him up bridal style. the younger was completely out of it, clinging to the broad shoulders that beloned to his soon to be boyfriend.
san had preemptively ran wooyoung a bath, gently lowering him down into it before climbing in behind him. this is where the older would gently clean the boy and himself. the younger hummed softly the whole time, starry eyes stayed put on memorizing every inch of san’s face. wooyoung couldnt even speak, only admired how attentive his lover was. no one had ever done this for him, he had never experienced any after care. usually he was thrown a towel and ordered the clean himself up. but san was different, the attentive male made sure to take care of his wooyoungie no matter what.
soon, they returned back to wooyoung’s bedroom, where san pulled his sweatpants back on and then dressed wooyoung, giving him a new pair of underwear and his own tshirt to sleep in.
as soon as san landed in bed next to wooyoung, the younger laid his head on his chest, hooking a leg around the taller’s.
“how are you feeling?” san was the first to break the silence, gently tracing hearts into wooyoung’s thigh.
“way better now.” wooyoung started, “i love you sannie.” he added, looking up to the other.
san smiled softly, “i love you more, youngie.” he whispered in response, kissing the other’s forehead. “wooyoung. will you—“
“be your boyfriend?” wooyoung finished the other’s sentence, a giggle leaving his lips as san nodded in response. “of course i will, sannie!”
then a mischievous look appeared on wooyoung’s face, biting san’s shoulder harshly and leaving a dark mark there. the older yelped, hissing out, “woo! dammit not again!” which earned an evil little giggle from wooyoung.
“just giving you a reason to be harder with me next time..” the brunette teased, smirking as another giggle left his lips. “tomorrow though, im sleepy!” he added, nuzzling his head into san’s chest.
san rolled his eyes, of course wooyoung was a tease in a relationship, this didn’t surprise him at all.
soon, wooyoung drifted off to sleep, san still wide awake with a dumb smile on his lips. he reached over to grab wooyoung’s long forgetten phone, opening up the conversation with wooyoung’s bastard ex boyfriend.
W: sorry, he was busy. - C.S.
san sent the message before promptly hitting the block button, laying the phone on his toned chest and following his new boyfriend into a deep slumber, a smile stayed on both of their lips the whole night.
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you stole my heart right off of my lips (jake seresin x f!reader)
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pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin xfem!reader
synopsis: jake and his girlfriend act out his admiral kink (that's it that's literally the whole fic)
wc: 5.4k
warnings: the usual, y’all know the drill—this fic is 18+ due to explicit content, minors please DNI— m!receiving oral sex, rank kink, some degradation and condescension, overstimulation (idk if crying is implicit in that but yes, reader is overwhelmed, folks), unprotected PiV sex, and, le piece de resistance, dirty talk and swearing
a/n: i wrote this in one rabid afternoon, as a follow up to can't unfeel that, which itself is a follow up to kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit. it doesn't super come up, but reader is a pilot, just like Jake...ty @gigisimsonmars for giving me the idea to work this kink into their established relationship, @bradshawsbitch for letting me brainstorm at you and also making sure i didn’t get carried away, and that one anon who suggested 🐈 slapping.
You paused outside Jake’s office door, smoothing your hands over the crisp white cotton of the apron you wore. It happened to be the only thing you wore, save a pair of heels that normally only made appearances for high school friends’ weddings. 
On the one hand, a generation of suffragettes were pinwheeling in their graves. 
On the other hand, it was your six month anniversary of being official, you were about to act out a fantasy Jake’d shared a few weeks ago, and sorry to those ladies, but if they had six feet of naval aviator on the other side of the door, they'd do the same.
You drew in a deep breath and knocked on the office door, before pushing it open quietly. 
The room was quiet, the clacking of keys echoing as Jake typed away on some kind of report or another. He didn’t look over at you, but his jaw clenched lightly when he heard the door close, already in character. He wore his khaki uniform, which you’d both agreed to pretend had extra stars on the collar and stripes on the sleeve, and square glasses perched on his nose.
“Not right now, honey, I’ve got to get these done.” His voice was lower, pitched that way, an air of authority in the terse words that sent a flush of heat over your skin.
“But I’m bored,” you said, a pout in your voice, “since your promotion, you’ve been holed up in here; I never get to see you.”
“Baby, I–” Jake looked up from the computer, and his jaw slackened as he took in your getup. 
“Jesus, woman,” he said, reverently. 
You smiled triumphantly, toying with the hem of the apron, waiting for him to regain his composure. He cleared his throat, but when his eyes flicked up to you, there was concern in them. 
“Is this okay,” he asked quietly, sounding almost nervous, “like, I know we agreed, but…”
You shifted on your heels, causing the apron riding up your thighs; it was sweet that he was concerned, but when you started dating a military man from Texas, you knew the 1950s housewife schtick would be easy ammunition. 
“Is it working for you?” you asked.
Jake’s jaw clenched again, and his eyes darkened as they ran down your body. “I mean, yeah,” he muttered, torn between embarrassed and turned on.
“Then it’s not too much,” you told him. 
Jake looked at you for a moment longer, and then he nodded, more to himself than to you, turning back to the computer. The room was quiet as he started typing again, and when he looked back at you, his stern composure was back in place.
“If you wanted to see more of me,” he drawled, not pausing his typing, “you’d let me finish my work without interrupting me, so I could finish faster.”
You pushed away from the door, sashaying across the office. 
Each sauntering step brushed your breasts against the crisp material of the apron, combining with the cold of the room to stiffen your nipples. You knew Jake clocked it, his eyes darting over from behind the glasses, even as his head remained angled towards the monitor, keeping a pretense of focus. You walked to behind his desk, turning his chair by the back of it to bring him eye level with your tits. He drew in a sharp breath, and he leaned towards you almost instinctively, before his hands tightened on the arms of the chair.
“It’s not an interruption,” you said lightly, sinking to your knees, “if you keep working.”
“Honey…” Jake’s tone was stern, but he did nothing to stop you as you crawled under his desk. 
The chair squeaked as he turned himself back to the computer, and you settled back on your thighs underneath the desk. It was more cramped than you’d anticipated, but nothing you couldn’t work with. A moment later, you heard the keys start up again, and you lifted your hands to Jake’s thighs. 
Through the fabric, his legs were warm, and your thumbs ran up the inseam along the inside of his pants, rubbing lightly. Jake always sat with his legs spread, a menace on airplanes, but you knew what was between his thighs, so you never complained. Even now, you saw the impression of his cock grow more prominent against the seat of his pants. Smoothing your hands over his thighs, you licked your lips as your hands trailed higher.
“Baby,” he warned, but you didn’t stop your ministrations. It truly wasn’t your fault; you loved the feel of him.
“Come on, Admiral,” you teased, hearing his breath catch at the title, “you can multitask. You’ve been working so hard…let me make you feel good while you finish your reports.”
Your hand made it to the tops of his thighs, splaying out over his hips before your fingers teased his hardening cock. Jake grunted as you traced a nail down the length of him, and he shifted in the seat as your other hand toyed with the zipper. 
“Fine,” he muttered. “You can keep my dick warm while I finish this paperwork.”
You rolled your eyes to yourself, amused that he was taking the angle of letting you give him head. That said, there was something particular in his cadence, as he bit out the words, but you didn’t dwell on it.
“Thank you, Admiral,” you said, dryly, as you unzipped his pants. 
You wondered absently what nonsense Jake was typing into the computer as you slipped your hand into his pants, humming contentedly to yourself as your fingers closed around him. 
Jake drew in a sharp breath as you pulled him out, but he kept typing, shifting his hips slightly while you pushed the slacks down over his hips.
You ran your hand over the hair on the top of his thighs, smoothing over him and then coming up to grip the base of his cock. You fisted him loosely, reveling in the feeling of him hardening further in your hand. You spit into your palm, running your saliva up his length, and you bit your lip when your fingers couldn’t close around him. 
Fuck, he was so thick. 
Hot, heavy in your hand, and you knew how well he’d fill you, stretch you…but not yet. 
You pulled your hand up his length, your thumb brushing over his head. A pearly drop of precum leaked from his tip and you cooed at the sight, before your thumb pulled the fluid down to mix with your spit. Jake shifted slightly, the clacking on the keyboard faltering, but he continued typing as you admired your (ha) handiwork.
“I said you could keep me warm; what part of that was unclear?” Jake asked, his voice sharp as you continued to tease him instead of taking him into your mouth. Something about the cadence was familiar, and it snagged in your subconscious before recognition flashed. 
Holy shit. 
He was mimicking the way Cyclone talked. 
A wave of fondness washed over you at the respect and borderline idolatry with which Jake regarded Admiral Simpson. It was so sweet, and a complete contradiction to the lackadaisical way with which he pretended to regard authority. 
But when your boyfriend’s hand darted under the desk to curl around the back of your head and pull your mouth towards his cock, all thoughts of your commanding officer fled from your head. No, all there was room for was Jake–the musky smell of him, the heat and length of him, the way your mouth was watering as you leaned towards him.     
You reached out with your tongue to lick at him, tasting the salt of his precum as your tongue swirled over his head. Jake let out a low sigh, and your thighs clenched together at the taste of him. Your lips closed over his head, your tongue running along his frenulum as you took him deeper into your mouth. 
“Good girl,” Jake muttered, and you whimpered around his cock as his words sent a pulse of heat through you. He was heavy on your tongue, his salty taste filling your mouth and you pushed yourself further up him. 
When he hit the back of your throat, you gagged, and Jake cursed softly. But he didn’t pull back and neither did you, so after a moment of counting your breathing, you relaxed your throat and took him deeper.
When your nose brushed against the hair at the base of his cock, you moaned, shifting your thighs. 
You felt so full of him, his cock blocking your airflow and setting the world a gorgeous kind of hazy. After you’d held him in your throat for a minute, you pulled back, loving the drag of his cock through your mouth. You released him with a soft pop, spit dripping from your mouth to his tip and your core clenched at the sight. 
God, it was such a pretty cock. 
Thick and long, slightly curved, a long vein running along the side of it. You traced along the vein before you worked over him with your hand, twisting around the base. You licked your way up the length of him before feeding him back into your mouth, working him with your lips and hand together. You could hear Jake’s breathing growing uneven, the sound of his ragged breaths making the ache between your thighs almost unbearable. You drew in a deep breath before taking him deeper, determined to focus on him. You took him to the back of your throat a few times, before Jake’s hand reappeared at the  back of your head.
“Nah, baby,” Jake said, his voice stern, through his breathlessness. “We said no distractions. Now that I’m all slicked up, you’re going to cockwarm me.”
You whimpered, but nodded, knowing he could feel the motion from his grip on our hair. A moment later, his hand was gone, as you relaxed your throat to take him deeper. 
You gagged twice before he was fully seated, but you were determined, and Jake’s soft moan when your nose brushed against his stomach was worth it. 
You were breathing through your nose carefully as he sat heavily on your tongue, your mind going blissfully blank. Your eyes were streaming, and your jaw ached, but it felt so fucking good to have him like this. You felt so full, content and warmed by having him in you, and you blinked slowly, willing yourself to remain still. 
“Such a good girl,” Jake praised, and you heard the stapler click as he rearranged some papers, “choking on my cock while I finish working.”
You whimpered as you felt moisture pooling between your thighs, leaking out of you. Time felt like maple syrup as you sat there, thigh burning, jaw aching, anchored by the weight of Jake’s cock in your mouth. Saliva was dribbling out the corners of your mouth, breathing was a thing you had to trust your subconscious to do; if you thought about it, you were going to choke.
Which was how you ended up accidentally swallowing. 
You couldn’t help it, your throat bobbing over Jake’s cock, and you heard him drop the stapler as his hips jerked forward. You choked, Jake swore, and you heard his glasses clatter on the desk before he was pulling you off him, his hands gripping your upper arms as he pushed his chair back and pulled you out from under the desk. 
You gasped, pulling in air, eyes streaming as you looked down at Jake as he leaned you against the edge of his desk. You whimpered at the look on his face, the green of his eyes nearly lost in the black of his pupils, a red flush over his skin, his jaw tight. 
“What part of ‘do not distract me’ is so hard to understand?” he growled, and you fully whined, shaking your head. Your lungs were still recovering, your skin felt aflame, and you felt so empty, after having had him so deep in you just a moment ago. 
“I’m sorry,” you rasped, your voice hoarse and Jake lifted his chin as he arched an eyebrow. He reached down, flipping up the hem of your apron, and your body jerked as cold air swept over your skin. 
“Jake–” you gasped, but he silenced you with a look as he reached between your thighs. 
He palmed you roughly, his thick fingers spreading through your folds and your hips canted towards his touch. When his hand pulled back, his fingers glistened with your arousal, and he hummed, a low sound that vibrated through  his chest. 
“That doesn’t feel like sorry, baby,” he said, low, and he pressed his fingers against your mouth. He smeared your arousal over your lips, and when you moaned, he shoved his fingers into your mouth. 
“Suck,” he said, and your eyes fell closed as you did, tasting how wet he’d made you, how badly you needed him in you.
“Such a dirty girl,” Jake muttered, pulling his fingers out and returning them to your cunt. “So needy for me, aren’t you? I said you can keep me warm, and you just had to fuck your face onto my cock, didn’t you?”
His fingers pulled through your folds again, gathering more of your slick before he raised his hands to his own lips. You both groaned when he licked his fingers, him at your taste and you at the expression of rapture on his face.
“So fucking sweet, baby,” Jake groaned.  “How am I supposed to stay mad at you?”
You didn’t have words, couldn’t think of any, could only whine at how empty you felt, how badly you needed him, any part of him, whatever he’d let you have. Your eyes hadn’t stopped streaming and you realized you were actively crying, your body wound tight from his touch and his words, and he’d barely touched you.
“Where’s your words, baby?” Jake taunted, his hand falling back to your core. “Sucked my cock so good, you can’t even ask for it again?”
Your hands were clutching at him weakly, and you moaned when Jake palmed you, his broad hand cupping you, and he hummed, approvingly. 
“Baby girl,” Jake said, his thumb flicking over your clit. “I try to work hard, provide for you, but you can’t leave me in peace…have to be choking on my cock, and even that isn’t enough, is it, you need my fingers now, don’t you?” 
You nodded, feverishly, body shaking, and you moaned in relief when he pushed a finger into you. His thick finger speared into your cunt but he barely gave you time to adjust before he added another, and you would’ve fallen back except Jake shot to his feet, planting himself between your legs and pulling you into his upper body.
You draped against his chest weakly, tears leaking into his khakis, whimpering when his fingers curled deeper into you.
“Taking me so well, fuck,” Jake muttered, scissoring his fingers inside of you. “You got so fucking wet from choking on my cock…shit, baby, listen to that hungry pussy.”
The sounds echoed around his office, his fingers pulling through your juices, and your ragged breathing.
“Please,” you whimpered, begged, the unrelenting press of his fingers driving you higher and higher, “please, I’m so close…”
Jake scoffed, adding a third finger roughly, making you wail. “What, you think you deserve to cum, baby?”
You sobbed, either from his words or from the stretch of him, you couldn’t tell. Your thighs were beginning to shake, and Jake laughed again; his hand curled at the back of your neck, cradling you gently, while his other hand was driving you mad between your legs. 
“Interrupting my work,” he said, “dressed like a little slut, practically begging to suck me off and now making a mess on my desk? You think you’ve been good enough to cum?”
You shook your head against his chest, and Jake chuckled darkly. 
“Luckily for you, darlin’,” he muttered, turning his head to press a kiss into your hair, “I want to fuck you more than I want to punish you. So you’re going to come on my fingers, so I can get my dick wet, okay?”
God, that sounded so good. 
Jake was stroking deep into you, and his thumb brushed over your clit, causing your body to convulse around him. 
“That’s it,” Jake soothed, unrelenting. “I know you’re close, let me feel it, baby, come for me so I can fuck that pretty pussy, make room for me, come on now–”
He pressed down on your clit and you moaned, your body collapsing against him as your orgasm ripped out of you. You felt your body go boneless, distilled to the pulsing pressure Jake had stroked between your legs. You might’ve screamed, you might’ve fainted, the office a kaleidoscope of heat and sensation but before you could recover, Jake was already moving you.
“So fucking beautiful, my needy, gorgeous girl. You did so good for me, baby, and you’re going to do better, now, c’mere…”
He sat back down in his office chair, pulling you onto his lap. You went without reservation, limbs still numb from the force of your orgasm, body lax enough that Jake could feed you onto his hard cock, bobbing between you.
Fuck, the stretch of him. 
You felt him in every fiber of your being, enormous and pulsing and what you’d been aching for. Jake groaned as you pressed down onto him, gravity and your orgasm easing the stretch, but still slow. Your heels dangled above the floor, his hands on your waist and his cock deep in you, grounding you like an anchor. When your hips met his, you weren’t sure you could breathe, you felt so absolutely full of him. 
“You with me, darlin’?” Jake asked gruffly, smoothing a hand over your hair as he settled. His voice was tight, and you clenched down on him at the sound of it. You nodded wordlessly, finding strength to push yourself off his chest to look up at him.
“Feels so good, Jake,” you whispered. 
“That’s a good girl,” he said softly, brushing a featherlight finger across your cheek, wiping some of your tears, before his back straightened.
“Alright, baby,” he said, voice low, back into the fantasy, “you wanted this cock so bad, are you gonna fuck yourself on it?”
You felt yourself clench down on him at his words, craving the motion of his cock inside of you. But when you reached down, your feet couldn’t touch the floor, and you couldn’t find leverage to push yourself off of him, much less fuck him, like he’d asked. You tried rolling your hips, but the smallest motion had your clit brushing up against his stomach, overwhelming to the point of pain, combined with how stuffed you were with his cock.
“Can’t…” you managed, frustration lacing your voice, trying to rock your hips again, but the movement produced the same effect. “I need to feel you but I can’t—”
“Shhh,” Jake soothed you gently, his hands smoothing from your hips to under your ass. You whimpered as his strong fingers gripped you, spread you, guided your motion over his lap. With your legs spread over his, when he flexed his hips, he pushed so deep in you you swore you could feel him in your throat. Gentle enough to keep you grounded, deep enough to keep you breathless, Jake fucked you slowly.
“Have to do everything for you, don’t I, princess,” he murmured, his voice low in your ear. You wanted to protest, but it was true; you felt wrung out and weightless and he was the one who got you that way. 
Jake laughed, shortly. “Goddamn, I love it though. This cunt is so tight, squeezing me so good, and it’s so hot knowing you’re so weak for it you can’t even get yourself off, nah, you need me for that too…”
Your fingers wound into his hair as you clung to him, drunk on the feeling of his thick cock inside of you, his strong hands lifting you.
“Need you,” you babbled, repeating his words and Jake grunted when you pulled his hair. His hands drifted up from your ass to the small of your back where the apron was tied. 
“Get this off, baby,” he ordered, and you let go of his hair to mess with the tie around your neck as well. 
The apron fell to the floor and Jake hummed in approval as he leaned back to look at you, naked and writhing in his lap, your heels dangling above the floor. 
“How the fuck did you think you couldn’t be a distraction, baby?” he murmured, leaning forward. His hands returned to your ass, lifting you again, as his mouth closed over your breasts. You moaned, your head falling back, as he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth. He laved his tongue over you, sucked at you, teased you with his teeth and licked over you, and you were lost in the swirling sensation. Your body was still tingling from your first orgasm but when he rolled your nipple between his teeth, you felt it like a chord tied straight in your cunt. You knew you could get there again, but you knew it would entirely overwhelm you. 
Unfortunately, Jake knew it too. 
“What’s this, baby,” he mumbled into your breast as he kissed his way to your other nipple. “You’re already feeling the next one coming, aren’t ya, that needy cunt going to come for me again?”
You shook your head, determined to stave it off, but Jake laughed darkly, his lips closing over you and his cheeks fucking hollowing as he sucked you hard. 
“Too bad it’s not up to you if you come, is it, princess?”
He released you from his mouth, blowing cool air over your breasts and you moaned at the contrast. Jake was back on you in a moment, licking and laving and sucking and nipping at you, and soon your hips were bucking down to meet him, even as your body screamed in protest. 
“That’s right, darlin’,” Jake encouraged, another slow thrust that had you seeing stars. “Chasing after me, even when you think you know better. Don’t be stubborn, baby, let go.”
You moaned, lifting your head to look down at him. What you saw when you opened your eyes—Jake’s hips thrusting his thick cock into you, his eager tongue lapping at you, his hair glued to his forehead by his sweat and his green eyes dark with desire—you couldn’t help it. You ground down onto him as your orgasm overtook you, slow and breathless and wrecking you. Wetness leaked between your thighs, your legs and core quivering, and you were crying again, or maybe you’d never stopped. Maybe you’d only ever been on Jake’s lap, his body worshiping and working yours, taking and giving, demanding and pleasing. 
“Fucking hell, baby, you feel so damn good,” Jake groaned, and you pulled him off your chest, needing a break. Jake obliged and leaned back, looking up at you with hooded eyes, jaw slack as you continued to clench around him weakly. He wore the smuggest expression on his face, even though you could see the tightness in his shoulders, as he kept from thrusting into you harder. You knew you looked absolutely wrecked, sweaty and fucked out, but he looked at you like you were the prettiest thing. 
He thrust up into you, slow and easy, more to keep control of his rhythm, but it pushed a final tremor out of you. You ground down onto him and Jake’s eyelashes fluttered, the prettiest sight.  
“Best feeling in the world, baby,” he muttered, his hands smoothing up and down your back, “that sweet cunt fluttering around me. Think I want to feel it again.”
His words barely registered through the sated heat clogging your brain, but you shook your head, weakly. 
“It’s too much, Jake,” you whispered. “I can’t—”
His hands froze on your back and the smug expression slid off his face before you realized your mistake. Jake pulled out of you, settling you on his thighs before landing a stinging slap on your clit. 
You wailed, your body aching from the loss of him and smarting from the slap, not hard enough to hurt but pointed enough to sting. His thumb soothed over you, massaging your swollen clit and it ached, it was perfect, it was too much, you needed more. 
“Please, I’m sorry, please,” you begged, not knowing if you were asking for him to stop or pleading for him to touch you again, and Jake smirked before his hand connected with your pussy again. You moaned, head spinning, body molten and when Jake lifted you again, you could’ve wept in relief when his hard cock pushed into you again. 
This time his pace was harsh, unrelenting, so fucking deep and strong and you felt like he was rearranging you.
“I am not,” Jake practically growled, gritting out words between deep strokes, “fucking you this good to be treated with disrespect.”
You couldn’t find words, couldn’t react beyond the sounds babbling out of you, as his cock thrust into you. 
“And I am, aren’t I, princess?” Jake panted, his pace increasing. “Fucking you so good. You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, not going to be able to do anything without thinking of how deep I am inside of you, so show some fucking respect and call me by my title.” 
He was driving into you, his hips merciless, and your mouth hung open as you shook your head, desperately. 
“Use your words, baby,” another stinging slap to your clit, and your body jolted. Your traitorous body, overwrought and overwhelmed, rose to meet him as Jake’s thick cock pushed deeper into you. 
“Admiral,” you cried, your body writhing, rejoicing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Admiral.”
Jake groaned, and he pulled you down sharply onto him. His hips were pistoning up into you, his chest heaving as he drove into you, and all you could do was hang on to him. 
“That’s right, angel,” he gritted. “Fucking your admiral like a bitch in heat, and this cunt is gonna come for me as many times as I want, because I know how to satisfy her. Whose pussy is this?”
His words ripped over you, filthy and so perfect, and your body reacted to them beyond reason, clenching down on him. You felt raw and you felt healed; you felt like his. 
“Yours,” you sobbed, “it’s yours, Admiral, yours.”
“Fuck,” Jake choked, and fell back against the chair again, guiding your hips as he continued to rut up into you. “You sound so pretty, baby, why does it sound so good to hear you say it?”
You moaned, wordlessly, your hips responding to his guidance. You could feel yourself dripping onto his thighs, drenching the khakis and marking him. Rationale had fled, in its place was pulsing desperation, a searing need for more of Jake, to be consumed by him.
“Please,” you managed, begging. “Please…”
Jake moaned, a long sound that had your stomach clenching and sent another impossible gush of wetness between your legs. 
“Yeah, darlin’?” he panted. “Fuck, you feel so good, what do you need?”
Your whole body was trembling, completely overwrought and on the edge, but his words soothed something deep inside of you. Though the world descended into fire, Jake would take care of you. 
“Need you to come,” you sobbed. “Please, please, need to feel you—”
You felt impossibly fragile, scattered, but it was okay when Jake’s warm hands smoothed over you. His fingers gripped you tightly and he pulled your hips flush against his as he thrust into you. 
“‘Course, baby,” he groaned, “asking so sweetly, and you’ve been so good for me, you’re always so good for me, fuck —I’m gonna give it you because I know that’s what you need, oh fuck, here it comes, baby—”
You came before he did, his words washing over you in a wave of white hot heat before you even felt his cock twitch inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. You didn’t scream, you didn’t cry; you had nothing else to give and your body shook as you came, obedient, unraveled by Jake’s touch. You were lost, drowning in sensation and the frantic beating of your own heart, unwound and put together by the man in your arms. You felt him around you, vaguely, like a concept. Hands smoothing over your skin, warming you and cradling you, checking you were okay. 
“Oh, baby, baby, you did so good for me,” Jake was saying, his arms wrapped around you. You snuggled into his chest, knowing he knew that now you were sentient again, how close you wanted to be to him. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.”
“Not true,” you mumbled into his chest, thinking of how impossible it was that he knew just how to turn you inside out, wring every last drop of pleasure from your body, make you feel cherished even when he was taunting you. Your eyes felt heavy and your body was exhausted; you slumped against his chest and reveled in the tight grasp of his arms around you.
“A little true,” Jake mumbled back, kissing your hair. You nestled into him, emotionally contented, but physically becoming increasingly aware that you were stark naked in a cool office. 
You were vaguely aware of Jake taking care of you—noticing the goosebumps on your skin, pulling some tissues out of a drawer to wipe up his cum as it leaked out of you, soothing you when you whimpered as he pulled out. You insisted you were fine, but he insisted on carrying you to the bathroom, setting you gently on the countertop as he ran a washcloth under the warm tap, and set about cleaning you up properly. 
Once you were taken care of, he stripped out of his uniform carefully. He was pretending not to watch you, but you noticed his smug expression fading slightly into concern as you stayed quiet, uncertain if it was sated contentment or discomfort. When he walked back over to you, you brushed his hair away from his forehead, smiling reassuringly. 
“I’m good, baby,” you told him, and his shoulders dropped in relief. 
He leaned back against the counter where you were perched, his shoulder almost touching yours. The fact that he wasn’t pulling you both into the bedroom, for cuddles and sleep, told you there was something else on his mind, so you waited for him.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “The apron thing…you know that’s not…I mean, I don’t think of you like…”
He frowned, tripping over himself as he tried to find the words. You leaned over a bit, nudging his shoulder with yours. 
“We’ve had this conversation before, Jake,” you told him, “it’s about what’s hot, not what’s morally upright. I know you don’t think of me as a sexpot in heels, just around to get your dick wet.”
Jake huffed, but he smiled. 
“Well, not just that,” he mumbled and you shoved him, but you both laughed, before he sobered again. “I just…I don’t know, I know you’re not an accessory to my career, or something. I didn’t think about it before, but like, you could be whatever you wanted to be, you know? Like if you wanted to be a housewife, or if you wanted to be an admiral, you could do it, a hundred percent.”
He was rambling, you knew it, and you cut him off with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Are you trying to mansplain feminism to me right now, Seresin?”
Jake snorted. “Even I know better than that.”
“Okay,” you smiled. “Jake, in case the three orgasms didn’t give it away, I was into that too.”
He looked at you for a long moment, before his eyes dropped. 
“Yeah?” he asked, a sweet kind of nervousness on his voice that made you lean forward and kiss him. 
“Yeah,” you whispered against his lips. 
You felt him sigh, finally accepting your reassurances, and the soft look of adoration on his face had you feeling like crying. You’d done enough of that today, though, so you cleared your throat, sitting back. 
“So, a housewife, huh?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Funny way of proposing, Jacob.”
His jaw dropped, and you laughed at his shocked expression, shoving at his shoulder again. “I’m obviously kidding,” you told him, amused, and a smile worked over his features again. 
Jake’s smile grew, the longer he looked at you, but an unfamiliar expression was in his eyes behind it. 
“Obviously,” he echoed, before he pressed his lips together and shook his head. “You know I love you.”
You did, and your heart soared just as much hearing it as it had the first time he’d said it. 
“I know,” you told him, leaning forward to kiss him again quickly. “I love you, too.”
Jake hummed contentedly, and a moment later, he’d pulled you off the counter. He walked you to your bedroom, and you snuggled into his chest, loving the way you could hear his heartbeat.
You’d heard somewhere that human hearts match, that if you listened to a heartbeat for long enough, the rhythms would sync. You didn’t have to take your pulse to know that yours was beating in time with Jake’s, echoes of each other, happy and strong, matching. 
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ghostlywhiskey · 1 year ago
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your dad price just has me thinking of way to many scenarios lmao
just imagine, you had a hard night with the baby and barley got any sleep, so price wakes up before you and tries his best to be quiet as a mouse, moving around the house getting the other kids ready and sending them off to school before coming back into your bedroom and surprising you with breakfast?😭😭
excuse me while i cry bc I’ll never get a man like him😭
dad!price is my new brain rot i think. like have my children lets have a perfect little family please and thank you.
“but mommy normally cuts off the crusts.” the second youngest boy says, peeking to look at the lunch price is preparing.
“what’s wrong with crusts?” price’s brows furrowing as he was confused, about to wrap the sandwich to put in the lunchbox. the older of the two boys is running down the stairs, backpack in his hand.
“the bus is-“ the oldest boy is nearly shouting, but cutting himself short when he sees the look price is giving him. “here.” he finishes quietly, remembering how price had been warning them all morning about their volume.
“sorry kiddo, crusts are staying. eat around it.” price says, quickly finishing up packing the lunches. the three price boys walking to the front door as price kneels down and zips the youngest ones jacket. “behave yourselves, yeah? love you both.”
the baby monitors quiet, indicating the little one was still sound asleep from when you had been woken up earlier. so, price quietly shuffles around the kitchen as he makes your favorite breakfast meal. and by the time he’s done, you’re waking up in bed in a panic about the time. the boys late for school. but, price strolls in with the tray of food and you rub your eyes.
“the boys. they need to get droppe-“ and price is quick to silence you. “no they don’t. got them all set and on the bus this morning.” he says, calming your worries as he sets the tray on your lap.
“you got the day off, yeah?” price says, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. your eyes looking at the food before up at him, but not for long until a cry breaks through the baby monitor. your body instinctively trying to leave the bed, price stopping. “what did i just say?” he chuckles, this time kissing your cheek. “i got it.” and he’d quickly out of your bedroom, on his way to the baby’s room.
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With the babies now infants and Elucea completely healed from the emergency C-section, Absalom and Kanaloa will have to return to work (even gods need to bring in the simoleons - just to appear mortal anyway).
During Elucea's captivity and subsequent hiding out, Kanaloa became an active member in the military, no longer a reservist, so that he would be able to use their resources to look for El (not that it did him any good clearly) and is now locked into a contract to stay until the start of the new year. At that time he'll be able to decide to renew the contract, become a reservist again, or leave the military altogether. He was just glad that they had allowed him to stay home for as long as they had to care for El and his children during their first few days. Absalom didn't have the same problems being a judge only working a couple days a week but the long hours of those days were going to wear on him pretty fast. He was almost wondering if it was time for a career change. Maybe something part-time so he could spend more time with his family, preferably during the day so he could remain the primary care-giver at night while Elucea got some sleep. While the men were at work fretting about what was going on at home, Elucea played with her little school and worked on their milestones. She was forced to have her phone nearby and ready to put on speakerphone because both fathers called at every opportunity to talk to her and listen to the children babble.
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Most of the time The babies never made it into a crib when they were tired but Zuma never seemed to mind, curling up with each infant just as they fell asleep. Whisper and the cats didn't seem to like the babies after they aged up (maybe because they were all small pets) and usually hung out with all the goats.
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Trying to care for the Ranch and the children was getting harder and harder by the day. Her pets were feeling neglected, the barn animals were all threatening to leave, and the crops sorely needed harvesting. Elucea had taken to bringing the infants outside with her to work on their milestones in between her work tasks and let them play in the dirt of the garden (the goats and sheep did not seem to mind this and loved on them just as much as Zuma), and instead of napping when all of the children were napping (which very rarely happened as it was), she had started taking a baby monitor out with her to try to rush through a couple things before running back in to check on them or care for them if they set off the monitor. It was one such day that Elucea missed Furian meeting the Pull to Stand milestone because she passed out right before it happened.
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Elucea tried to work on her knitting aspiration as much as she could but there just weren't enough hours in the day and there were too many nights that the men came home to find her passed out on the couch with the infants asleep in random places around the house (all of their needs had been met first though). They had had many conversations wondering how on Earth Elucea had thought she could do this without help. True she was only planning on two when she had run out on them but even now she refused to hire a nanny even for just one day a week and fired the one they had hired for her behind her back. Tera tried to come by and help as promised but with Eunice and Ellena both having given birth again themselves she never actually made it by.
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When they were home Abs and Kan were the first to jump at every sound the children made and tried to take care of all their needs before Elucea could. Obviously they couldn't do everything before another needed attention but at least they were able to take some of the burden off of El who thought she had to do EVERYTHING for them. They wondered if she tried putting everything on herself to make up for the lack of care she got from Daolong and didn't think she could sustain this for too much longer.
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Life has gotten hectic but Elucea makes sure she takes pictures at every opportunity to fill up the walls with family photos. She'll have to schedule a family portrait some time soon before the babies age up to toddlers.
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Watcher's notes: I love watching these two with the babies!!! And the fact that they take care of the other's children without any issue (shown is Abs with Felynyrr and Kan is holding Furian after he had a blowout). I've had other households in previous saves where though I had the sims choose the adopt as dependent option (or whatever the option is on children that are not yours in the household) they would stop caring or playing with the child they had if their bio kids were crying or needed something 🤩😍🤩😍🤩😍 I just love them so much!!
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