#Luxurious big bungalow

[mrsmandalorian]

please please please

-- pedro pascal x singer! f!reader

a/n: hello loves! happy (belated by an hour but i promise it's worth it!) daddy's day to our daddy, pedrito! this is based on the song please please please by sabriana carpenter!! i was going to change the plot from the music video, but i rewatched it with pedro in mind and couldn't change it. these new pictures from the esquire shoot were some real inspriation for badboy! pedro for the music video. i highly suggest viewing the video before watching and imaging pedro in it for the whole pleasure of the story. i hope you all enjoy it! please please please (😘) leave a like or comment if you did! much love to all -maddie 🫶🏼

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summary: you and pedro are finally offical and it's time to hard launch your romance. what better way than to show off your fine ass man than a music video with you.

warnings: 18+ mdni, reader is able-bodied,established relationship, smut!!!, and fluff!, drinking, switch sex 🥵, p in v, fingering, oral ( f recieving), titty fuck, sexual teasing, pet names (mi amor, princesa, daddy, mommy, baby, baby girl, puppy, angel)

“That’s a wrap, Pedro! Nice work,” the director hollered from the camera to Pedro as he sat in a beach chair on a beautiful beach in Mexico. You watched as you stood with Coco, and he finished with whatever he had to work on. He approached you, embracing you sweetly and playfully talking to Coco. She tells you that she will catch up with you as soon as she walks off to clean up her station for the day. 

“You’re in a Corona commercial, P,” you beam up at Pedro as he meets your gaze. Your comment makes him grin wide as you do the same. His large hands grip your hips as he pulls in closer to his chest. Through the months, your connection has developed into a more substantial relationship than friends with benefits. 

“I am, princess,” he whispers down to you as he lets his lips gently press onto yours for a few seconds until he quickly pulls his body away. He gently squeezes your hip as he winks at you, “Let’s go get ready to hit the road,” he says as his thick fingers entangle among yours as he starts towards his trailer. 

You adored watching him interact with production staff as he is personable and appreciative to each one of them. The staff helps him prepare to leave, and his eyes keep finding yours throughout his conversations. Every glance sends butterflies through your whole body. 

Pedro had extended a special invitation for you to join him for the commercial shoot and spend two extra vacation days at a luxurious rental house he had arranged on the beach. The thought of the upcoming weekend, just the two of you, filled you with thrilling anticipation. It was a rare opportunity to get to know him better, away from the hustle and bustle of your jobs and others' presence. 

He finally finished up, changing his attire into his regular t-shirt and shorts and walking up with a warm smile. “Ready to go, princess?” he asks, giving you a hand to help you up from the couch in his trailer. You nod as you take his hand and follow him outside after saying short farewells. 

“What is the itinerary, honey?” you ask as he holds your door to the rental car. You settle inside the luxury car and glance at him with a questioning look. Watching him 

“I'm Going back to the bungalow to relax for a bit, and then I made a nice reservation for us for dinner,” he says with a broad smile and a wink as he closes the door. Once inside the car, you question him about the attire for dinner and where it is, but he stays silent and gives you no details besides “It’s a surprise, Princesa.” 

You roll your eyes at his refusal but start congratulating him on his shoot and hyping him up. His large hand does find its way over to your thigh as it plays the line of teasing. You watch it from the corner of your eye as you try to hide, biting your lip. 

Once at the rental home, he helps you inside with a big smirk. An extensive package on your shared bed from your stylist made you raise an eyebrow at Pedro, “What’s this all about, P?” 

The smirk on his face and hidden chuckles as he buried his face into your shoulder after he wrapped himself around from behind gave you a feeling that he was up to no good. His gentle grip on your hip gave you goosebumps as they slowly moved toward your chest, causing you to giggle. He unburies his head from your shoulder with a fake straight face, “As I said, it’s a surprise, and I asked your stylist to help me so you won’t have to stress. I am going to step out to go get dressed as well. Holler if you need any help,” he quickly professed as he pressed his lips to your head and gave your breast a gentle teasing squeeze. He runs out of the room with a loud, mischievous laugh. 

You shake your head as you stare down at the large package addressed to you. Once opened, you find a handwritten note from your sweet stylist saying they hope you have a great night without worrying about your outfit. They chose a beautiful outfit that fit your body wonderfully and made you feel confident. You are afraid it might be too much for whatever Pedro had been planning, but you felt better once he walked out in his dress pants and a nice top. 

“Holy shit, baby,” he exclaimed, exiting the bathroom while his eyes feasted on your whole body until they met yours, “you look ravishing.” As your cheeks heat up, you take in his appearance as well. You try to pinch yourself as you take him because you got so lucky with this man, and the same thoughts go through his head. Pedro walks closer to you and cups your face delicately as he leans in to give you a passionate kiss that takes your nerves away. 

Before you both get carried away with the kiss, you reach to give his bum a teasing squeeze that causes you both to smile through the kiss. He pulls away and gives you a dramatically surprised face before he busts out laughing, pecking your cheek. “Sorry, I couldn't resist. You look very handsome, honey. Now I’m interested in what you have planned for tonight,” you muttered as you tried to pry his plan out of him one last time. 

Pedro chuckles at your words as he fakes, zips his mouth shut, and throws it over his shoulder. This man could not be serious for two seconds sometimes. His actions and unseriousness always keep you smiling and laughing as you should be. 

Once you both finished getting ready, he took your hand, led you to the car, and opened your door. You couldn’t help but already fantasize about what would happen when the two of you would be back here a little later with a big smirk. The car ride to the restaurant was full of laughter and singing to the radio as you tried to calm your nerves. Pedro himself even seemed a bit nervous, which made you anxious. 

The restaurant was lovely, and you had heard great reviews of it. Pedro was very romantic as he helped you out of the car into the restaurant, where he pulled out his car. He was making a significant purpose to be a gentleman tonight and make you feel like royalty (as he should and usually does). It was your first time going to this lovely restaurant with Pedro by yourselves. You secretly snap a cute photo or two of him as he looks too good, not to which he does the same for you. You spend the whole dinner flirting and catching up with Pedro from work to learning new details about one another.

After dessert was served, you both relaxed a little bit more as the wine was soothing your nerves. He gently reached out his hand across the table for yours, which you happily gave him as you sweetly smiled at him. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” he flirts with you and gives you a toothy grin. The wine makes your face light up more than you thought. 

“Just a few,” you joked as his thumb ran over your soft hand, “but keep doing it.”  

“I have something I want to talk about,” he shared as you see him chew at his lip in nervousness. Your eyes met as you nervously sat up straighter and anxiously thought of everything he could say. He gives your hand a light squeeze and a smile. ‘“It’s okay, princess. Nothing to worry about; I can see the thoughts spiraling through your cute head.” 

“Okay,” you mutter as you anxiously sit there, gripping his hand in a beautiful restaurant. “You have about two seconds before the panic attack.” You joke with him as he chuckles under his breath. 

“Well, I have been thinking recently how pleasurable and exciting our time together is always,” he speaks and holds eye contact, “I know we are pretty serious for one another, but.” He pauses, making you hold your breath until he speaks again. “I was wanting to ask you to be my girlfriend officially. Private or however you want it, I want you to be mine officially.” 

The rush of emotions that overcome you at his confession makes your heart swell with love. “Of course, P!” you reply quickly and louder than you thought. The grip on his hand squeezes tight from excitement. 

You started the relationship as a proximity friendship that blossomed into more than friends. Your feelings for one another are always out in the open, but making it official with each other felt more than extraordinary. 

The rest of your night was spent on a romantic walk down the beach, where Pedro had shot his commercial earlier in the day. You were touched because you had mentioned how you wondered how it looked when the sun was setting whenever you were there earlier. Pedro seemed a little more comfortable with a title to your relationship as he held your hand or kissed you more often than usual. You both were pleased as well. The night (and the rest of the weekend)  was complete with superb passionate and freaky sex, along with sweet memories that you will remember forever. 

The last three months have been the best for you and Pedro. You were both more comfortable with one another in every aspect of your relationship. Most of your friends were excited for you, while some were not.  You stood up to the negative ones for your relationship and tried to ignore what they said, but it was hard. Pedro always supported you and did the same for your relationship, but neither of you tried not to give the haters any attention unless they overstepped the line. 

After subtly posting and spending time in public with one another, both of your fanbases understood that you guys had finally made things official. Everyone, for the most part, loved the idea of you guys together. With much communication of boundaries and going more public with your relationship, Pedro knew not to let any of your issues into the light or make each other look bad, even if something happens in their lives. 

You were working on your new album, which you should release soon. It was time to let out a single to get your fans excited about the album. You had written your new single about your newly established relationship with Pedro. It was called “Please, Please, Please,” and you planned to launch your ties in the music video.

“So, it’s like a criminal mafia love story where they locked eyes in prison?” Pedro asks you as you talked over the phone a few days before your music video shoot. And there was no better explanation of the music video than that description. 

It was finally the day of the shoot, and you were more than excited to shoot it because it was quite a spicy video. Early in your career, you did take some action classes while you started your music career to help more in music videos to seem more natural. Now is the time for them to pay off because your fantastic partner in the video was Pedro, one of the most incredible actors in the modern era. 

Pedro and you both got into your first outfits in the shoot, which happened to be in the prison scenes today. You dressed in a sexy tight-fitting outfit, and he wore a darker fit to make him seem more mysterious and bad, mafia energy. You both complimented each other as you got into your positions. The scene only took three shots, and it was only because Pedro would get too flirty or you once forgot your lyrics from staring at him too long and giggling. 

“I think you chose these outfits to distract me, baby girl,” he whispers against your lips after finding each other between changing breaks. His statement was very true because you did get them to design these outfits just for him. His large hands pulled into him as he kissed you gently so as not to mess up your makeup.  

Through the final shots with the car outside the prison and inside, Pedro devised an idea to make his character a protective mafia husband where his wife runs the show, but he still gets in trouble. Little submissive Pedro came out through the day, which you both loved. He was like a lost puppy to you anyway, so it didn’t even act when he would open your door for you to drive or beg for your attention. 

His acting impressed you more with every scene, as you both got caught up in the moment. The final scene you two-shot was an initial one you had thoroughly planned. 

It was set at night with Pedro sitting in only a white shirt and slim trousers as someone held down the brake lights that shadowed your face. You sing as you make your way to him. You sway your hips to tease him and handcuff him, pulling out the duct tape. Placing a piece of tape on his lips, you gave him a quick kiss, which made him let out a verbal moan, which caused you to work the teasing aspect of your acting.

 The scene was probably the most passionate of the evening and only had to be shot twice. You felt that was all because of Pedro’s motivation to take all those teasing, sexy outfits off you all day. The director hollered ‘scene’ and walked over to Pedro as everyone worked around you, closing up shop for the end of the shoot. You smirked as you sat in his lap, wrapping your legs around him. You made sure that no one was paying attention as you kissed from his lips up to his ear. “You did so well today, puppy,” you whispered into his ear as you moved your hips against him, which made him moan lowly. 

You smirk as you gently get off of him, not without running your fingers through his hair and down your chest, which makes him throw back his head in desperation. You teasingly walk behind him and untape and uncuff him. Pedro groans to you and meets your eyes with his dark eyes, begging you to meet him in the dressing room. 

Both of you completed the necessary actions to complete the day. You quickly went to your dressing room, removed your jewelry, and waited for Pedro to change your outfit. 

Less than five minutes later, the door opens quickly, and you are met with the brown curls of your lover. “Hello, baby,” he greeted you, quickly pulling you into your chest. He gives you a passionate kiss as his wandering hands work against your outfit and body. “You look so fucking sexy. I think I’ll worship you all night after today,” he practically begged you. 

The moment you are changed from light making out to getting on top of Pedro, you take control of it. You both lay on the nice-sized couch inside your dressing room as you run your hands under his shirt and rock your hips. As you rub yourself against him, you feel his hardening member. He lets out a groan as he holds onto your hips to support you, letting you take control, and he loves it. 

“Fuck, puppy. You were so fucking fine today,” you moan against his lips as you run your hands through his hair. “You deserve many rewards for being a good boy today,” you praise him as you grind against his hard-on. 

The passion and love that you both feel for each other come out whenever you start to get sexual. He gives you many praises and complaints even if you were in control because you smite him. “I believe you need a lot of praise too, miss,” he desperately lets out as his hands roam their way down to your ass which he gives a nice squeeze. 

“Oh really?” you ask as you raise your eyebrow and lick your lips at him. You give a little bit of your control as you let him flip you over. He runs his hands down your thighs and lifts your dress to go over your ass. 

“Were you not wearing underwear the whole day, baby?” He asks with a raised eyebrow as a stern, jealous voice emerges. You let out a giggle and bite your lip, challenging him. 

“And what if I was, puppy?” You teasingly ask as you spread your legs apart in front of his face and gently smack his hands as they try to touch you. You silently think of a plan that makes you grab your props from the little clutch you had earlier. You pull out the handcuffs with an evil laugh, cuffing Pedro’s hands together. “I dare you to try to eat me out with no hands. All that beautiful tongue has to do the work.” 

He took the challenge very, very seriously. His tongue worked vigorously against your slit as you let out sweet moans. You ran your fingers through his curls and spread your legs around his face, resting your legs on his broad shoulders. 

The feeling of his tongue was overwhelming you in pleasure as the sensitivity of your clit was tested by him. The scruff on his face was tickling you in the best way possible. He continues to feast on you like he had been thinking about all day. 

“Stop, puppy,” you whined as you almost could see white, but you weren't ready yet. He immediately pulls away from you as you say something. “ lay back on your back, honey,” you order with a proud smirk. You pull the rest of your outfit off as you sit naked in front of him. His eyes wouldn't move off your beautiful body, almost drooling and pre-cum leaking from his imagination running wild. 

He does as he’s told and lays on his back. “Good, puppy,” you say as you reach down to his pants. You make eye contact and ask for consent non-verbal as you motion to his pants. He groans and says, “God, yes, please.” 

You indulge and pull his pants off as his giant hardened cock hits against his stomach with a whimper. You run your hands up leg and to his upper thigh as he lets out another desperate moan and throws his head back. 

Teasingly, you spit into your hand and play with your breast as you let out a whimper from the pleasure you gave yourself. You hear him trying to calm his breath as he watches you proudly, but frustrated that it’s not him touching your beautiful body. Feeling tortured but so horny to watch you worship yourself. 

After lubing up your breast enough, you run your fingers around his thick cock and moisten it up as well. You work his cock a little to get him more desperate for you. He lets out all kinds of moans and whimpers for you as you do. You glide his cock in between your breast as you hold them together. 

“Fuck, mommy,” he lets out loudly from the contact of your soft breast. You can feel him try to thrust against your delicate skin which makes you smirk harder, but you don’t punish him. He has worked hard enough for this today. You work your tits against his shaft as he turns into putty against them with whimpers of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy,” you whisper and watch him become pleased.  “You can come on my tits, baby,” you allow him as it doesn’t take long for him to thrust along with your motion until he turns into a moaning mess and squirts himself all over your breast and some hitting your face. You let out a fun giggle as he checks on you which you learn up and kiss him. 

The kiss was very steamy as you were ready to feel his hands on your body again. Quickly finding the key to the cuffs, you unlocked your toy from his restraints. His hands hovered above your hips as he frantically locked eyes with you. “May I kiss and touch you, miss?” he asks and you gave him a wicked grin. 

“You’re going to have to beg a little more than that, baby” yous state with a firm voice. 

“Please, please, please, miss, may I have permission to touch and love on your beautiful body?” he pleads with hopeful eyes, to which you give him a big smirk and nod your head yes. 

“Yes you may,” His hands were on you so quick as he gripped your hips. His wandering hands worshipped you as they gently caressed your breast. You let out a sharp moan from the contact especially as his lips met your nipples. “I want you to fuck me, puppy,” you deserpately let out as your pussy was begging for more contact from him. 

He gives you a smirk and nods his head, gripping onto your hips. You position yourself on your knees for him to hit it from the back doggy style. Pedro was quickly ready again to perform to pleasure you. He lines himself up to your slick slit and gently inserts his large cock into you while you both let out a sound of pleasure. “So fucking fit, miss,” he lets out and runs his hands down your ass to where your back arches which cause goosebumps down your back. 

“You fill me up so nicely, puppy,” you compliment him as he starts to thrust into you. The rhythm of your hips grind against one another so swiftly and passionately. The sound of your pleasure sounds the whole room from your bodies to the sounds coming from your mouths. Pedro was loosing control of himself as his thick fingers found their way to stimaute your clit as his thrust became rougher. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum soon,” you barely let out between your moans. 

“Youre so fucking sexy,” he grunts out as he takes you in like this as he tries to give you a pleasurable release. He works his magic as you throw your head forward and let him have full control of your body as he continues to fuck you. 

Soon, you both are trying to catch your breath from the intensity of your releases. “That was incredible, baby girl,” he says as he quickly gets up to find something to clean each other off. You agree and shower together, not without giving him plenty of kisses and praises. Between the video shoot and the intensity of the aftermath, once you guys made it back to Pedro’s house that night. You both found yourself passed out earlier than normal and late to rise the next morning. 

The music video came out a few weeks after being edited, giving you and Pedro plenty of time to prepare for your relationship to go public. 

The internet nearly broke once it was released. You were very proud of your work but relieved to have your relationship out in the open. Pedro posted on his Instagram a post about the video with a few behind-the-scenes photos and the caption “ Hard Launch,” which had a two-way meaning. 

Sharing some behind-the-scenes photos from the shoot and relationship to promote the video and your relationship was bittersweet, including a few candid photos of Pedro from your trip to Mexico. You could freely share a good fan edit of Pedro like you had always wished. 

You knew Pedro wouldn’t intentionally embarras or hurt you, but you had to remind him just in case. 

thank you so much for reading! dividers and mood board by myself!

[roosterforme]

Okay but Jake and darlin’s honeymoon sex 😏 I just know that shit gets freaky

It really does, because they took the cake to bed as soon as they got there lol. (smut below)

You unbuttoned Jake's jeans while ran your finger through the icing on the side of the cake that said I'll love you forever, Darlin'. You and he were in the luxurious bedroom in your private honeymoon bungalow as soon as your butler left you alone, and you didn't want to waste any time.

When Jake opened his mouth, you let him taste some of the pink icing before kissing him. It was no surprise to you that he was already getting hard as you eased your hand inside his underwear. His kisses tasted so good, you kept going back for more as he carefully undressed you.

"The cake's good, Mrs. Seresin," he mumbled as you fed him some with your bare hand before he licked your fingers clean. You gasped and squeezed your thighs together at the feel of his tongue gliding along your palm as he sucked on your index and middle fingers.

"Jake," you gasped, yanking his shirt over his head. There was cake everywhere now, and you were so horny after the long flight where he napped with his big hand on your thigh. "Fuck me," you whined, and instantly you were bent over the bed with his cock shoved in your pussy.

He had one hand in the cake, and he fed it to you while he fucked you until you came. When he gestured for you to get on your knees for him, you parted your lips so he could cum in your mouth. Then he kissed you until you could barely breathe, telling you that he made the cake taste even better.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {6}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: For once things run smoother than planned as you introduce Charles and Lando to your mother. Warnings: 18+ only, light angst, fluff WC: 2.2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

The tiny village of Wickford had been your sanctuary since you first moved there at ten years old. Your mother had thought the sleepy little town would be good for you after the news of your parentage became public knowledge and the place you loved most was suddenly suffocating. She thought some time away from the karting world would be best.

Arriving back in the town that never seemed to change eased the ache in your chest that had been there since Max opened his mouth. It wasn’t gone completely and you weren’t sure it ever would. Of all the things he could have said, he knew that would hurt the most because you loved your mum above all else. She was your biggest supporter even if she couldn’t come to the races.

The Range Rover Lando had hired after landing in Southend should have been inconspicuous but when the majority of the town drove a Vauxhall it caught the attention of the teenagers lingering on High Street. You only hoped the windows were tinted enough to keep your arrival private for a little longer - but it was only a matter of time before word got out. It always did.

The drive had been quiet as you sat in the back seat with Charles, resting your head on his shoulder after the tears had run dry. The only time you spoke was to give directions to the small two bedroom bungalow on the quiet cul de sac that had remained your home at heart even after moving to Monaco. 

No amount of money offered could get your mother to move, you had tried. You had offered to buy her sprawling estates that had names instead of street numbers, you had offered her luxury apartments, you would have offered the world - but she was happy in the home she had worked hard to buy, and had worked harder to keep over your head when times were tough.  

“It’s cute,” Lando said with a smile as he pulled into the driveway. 

The agapanthus plants that lined the garden were budding with big heads of flowers and it was overgrowing onto the driveway, brushing the sides of the SUV. Trimming the plants was always your chore as a teenager during summer break and you hated it, complaining the entire time about how unfair life was. It didn’t seem so bad now.

The weathered front door opened before the car even came to a stop and you felt lighter the moment you saw your mum step out, a welcoming smile on her face. The engine had barely turned off and you were out of the car, expertly dodging the pavers that never sat level and into her open arms. 

Flour dusted her clothes, a damp tea towel hanging on her shoulder and the mouthwatering smell of fresh baking clung to her as you hugged her tight.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asked as she pulled back and held you at an arm's length to see your face. “You haven’t hugged me that hard since you moved out.”

Her eyes darted to Lando and Charles as they climbed out of the car and you could see the question in her eyes. “Not them,” you said as you shook your head. “I hope it’s alright if they stay with me? We can get a hotel if not.”

“Nonsense, we can make space,” she reassured you with a squeeze before you felt a hand on the small of your back. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Don’t let her fool you, she knows exactly who you are and probably all your stats too,” you said over your shoulder. 

“I’m allowed to keep an eye on your competition, honey.”

“I’m Charles, and it’s lovely to finally meet you,” he said as he offered his hand.

“Please, any friend of my daughter gets a hug. You too, Lando,” she laughed as she opened her arms for them. “You must be special, she never brings anyone to meet me,” she whispered loudly.

“Mum…”

“What? It’s true. The last person you brought here was Max. Oh, speaking of, he called wanting to know if you were here.” Before you could open your mouth she held a hand up. “I figured if you didn’t tell him where you were it was because you didn’t want him to know.”

“Thank you,” you sighed with relief, unconsciously leaning into Lando’s side. 

“You can tell me what’s going on over a nice cuppa tea and a muf- shit, my muffins.” She was quick to turn and dart back in the house, leaving Charles and Lando quietly laughing beside you. Since you weren’t going to be getting a hotel, Lando grabbed the suitcase from the back of the SUV before heading inside the modest home.

“So you didn’t get your cooking skills from her,” Charles teased as he inhaled the sweet scent of berry muffins filling the entrance hall. 

“Depends if she burned them or not,” you said, only half joking. 

“Woah, it’s little Spitz!” Lando stopped in front of the wall that was covered in portraits from being a baby through to winning F2. “Where’s the rest?”

“Jos is always at the races,” you murmured, “and he has a restraining order.”

Charles’ eyebrows lifted at the news and he understood even more why you disliked seeing him at each one supporting Max.

“Apparently trying to get the child support owed is classed as harassment,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “We really put the fun in dysfunctional family.”

Lando snorted but once he started laughing he couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry, it’s really not funny.”

You had seen him laugh enough in interviews to know it’s what he did when he felt awkward and didn’t know what to say. “Did you want to put our luggage in our room? It’s there, second door on the right.”

He gratefully took the escape you gave him and wheeled the suitcase down the hall as Charles continued his way along slowly, taking his time to see how you had aged over the years. “Oh my god, this has to be my favourite,” he said pointing to a particularly bad photo. “Why don’t you style your hair like this anymore?”

“Ha-ha, not all of our mothers can be hairdressers. You must be the only one on the grid that hasn’t had one bad hair style,” you huffed playfully before pointing to the photo of your first karting race. “This is mine.”

Charles stepped closer to see the wide smile you had with your helmet tucked under your arms and your two front teeth missing. You had kept the coins the tooth fairy left you in a savings jar so that you could pay for the fuel for the race. At one point you could remember considering pulling out another tooth that wasn’t wiggly just so you could afford a replacement part.  

“You’ve come a long way, amour,” Charles said proudly as he pulled you under his arm and kissed your temple.

“Charles,” your mum called as she stuck her head into the hall as held out a jar of jam. “Could you be a dear and open this for me, please?”

Slipping from your side he went to help your mum while you went to check in on Lando. He hadn’t made any progress at unpacking when you found him standing in front of your closet, his fingers tracing the pencil marks on the door jamb. 

“I can’t ever remember you being this short,” he said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek in the dip between his shoulder blades. “Your presence always seemed bigger, I was so intimidated by it.”

You chuckled a little at his admission. “I couldn’t let anyone see how petrified I really was. Mum called it my brave face. I guess she couldn’t really say bitch face at that age.”

Turning in your arms, Lando cupped your face and tipped it back to meet your eyes. “I like brave face better.” Rising on your toes, you closed the distance between your lips and kissed him softly. 

“Lunch is re-” Your mother came to a halt in the doorway but neither of you made an attempt to hide what she had obviously seen. “Sweetheart, can we have a word?”

You chewed your lip as you nodded and stepped out of the room to see Charles was in the hall behind her but he slipped into the bedroom to give you a sense of privacy while still being close enough to step in if needed. 

It was impossible to get a read on your mother’s face as she opened the linen closet in the hall, effectively blocking them from sight, and she started piling blankets into her arms. 

“Honey, I’m not one to tell you how to live your life but I saw the pictures of you and Charles together, and the little moment you had in the hall. So please tell me you’re not planning on breaking his heart? He looks absolutely besotted with you.”

You smiled at the thought and shook your head before looking at her with a nervousness you had never had when telling her the truth. “I’m not planning on breaking either of their hearts,” you said after swallowing the wave of nausea that rose with your trepidation. She had been the first person you told when you had your first kiss, she had been the one you called when you got your first period. There had never been secrets between the two of you and you didn’t want to start now. “I love them, mum.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you can’t string them both along-”

“No, mum, I love them both.” You stared at her as she blinked slowly once, then twice. On the third blink her eyes widened and she nearly dropped the blankets she held. “It also helps that they love each other too.”

You gave her a moment to process her thoughts but when you counted to ten and she still hadn’t said anything the sickening churning in your gut nearly sent you running for the bathroom. “Mum?” She looked at the blankets and silently placed them back on the shelf. “I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you, mum, I didn’t plan to but they make me unbelievably happy.”

“I’m not disappointed, just surprised,” your mum said softly as she closed the linen cupboard and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “I want you to be happy, honey, that’s all any parent wants for their child…I guess it saves me making up the rollout bed.”

You choked out a laugh, grateful that she could accept the news and crack a joke at the same time. “I can stop feeling sick now.”

“As long as you’re not pregnant. You are being careful, right?”

“Yes, thank you for your concern,” you muttered sarcastically. “I really don’t want to talk about this again.”

“You skipped the talk last time,” she reminded you and you remembered feeling the need to escape.

“For good reason too! You tried to tell me your ‘sexual experiences’ but as far as I am concerned you had sex once to make me and that’s it.” 

Her laugh filled the hallway and she clutched her chest. “Oh, darling, you have no idea.”

“I do not need to hear anything else.” You stuck your fingers in your ears as you retreated to your bedroom but her laugh still taunted you when you closed the door behind you. Leaning against the cold wood you met your boyfriends’ amused faces where they sat on the bed and pretended to shiver in disgust. “Gross.”

Lando was the first to rise and he placed his hand above your head as he leaned in with a grin. “That went well.”

“Surprisingly,” you admitted with a giggle of relief. “Though Max set the bar of expectation really low.”

Charles wrapped his arms around Lando’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder with a smile that you returned. “I missed this smile,” he commented quietly as he reached out to trace your lips. “When I see it, I know everything is right in the world.”

“Well, not everything,” Lando stated, earning a pinch to his nipple from Charles. “What? It’s true. We are going to face Max in nine days, that's a fact.”

You sighed at the best case scenario, because you could be called to Milton Keynes at any point before then too. “Then how about we make a deal and not mention it? Let me bury my head in the sand for as long as I can.”

“Deal,” Charles agreed before you both stared at Lando, waiting for his answer. 

“Fine, deal, but I want it noted that this was peer pressured.”

“So sassy,” you said as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him flush against your body. “Now seal it with a kiss.”

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What if Albert Wesker Survived?

Albert Wesker X Reader

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Synopsis: What if Albert Wesker Survived after being "killed" By Chris and Sheva?

"I'm sorry Y/N. He's gone."

Getting over his death was the hardest thing, you screamed in denial, you cried, you bargained his workers to find his body. A body thst couldn't be found in a pit of lava. The acceptance... Was the hardest thing you had to face. You missed everything about him.

You missed his voice, smell, touch. How he touched your waist, neck, caress you. Kiss you. The subtle, sweet and loving touches, all that was felt in your heart was emptiness.

Sometimes this whole ordeal felt like a dream— It had to be right? Wesker faced many ordeals, and he always came back to you. Like how he did a couple months after raccoon City, time and time again. He always found his way back to you.

Not this time though.

He had put you in one of his hideouts, hiding you away so Chris wouldn't find you... Not your typical underground safehouse, better yet it was somewhere in the countryside in your home country, it was a nice little bungalow. He gave you a second chance, to forget about everything.

But it wasn't the same without Albert, you knew that. Or anyone else for that matter. Whatever he left behind it was for you, all of it. His money, his life's work all of it... But at what cost?

He promised you that he'd be safe. For all man kind he said, for a better world he said. Albert Wesker was a mastermind. Your mastermind, despite all what he had done, you were his and he was yours. Maybe a part of yourself knew the past was going to catch up to him, it was a matter of time before that thing even happened.

Chris was an old friend of yours, your best friend you knew from your childhood. Old friends reunited. Your time at S.T.A.R.S came to an end where you fell in love with Wesker, blinded by love, following him into the darkness...

Seeing him kill the one you love before you were taken sway by his men shattered you to the core. But he did his job at the end of the day, despite how angry you were.

Why did it have to be this way?

The same old question ran through your head many times a day, why did it had to be like this?

Wesker made you a promise he had a big "plan." To help man kind, not knowing the consequences down the line... That's where it all lead to into this final moment. His death.

The first night in your new home was harsh too. After Wesker's employees dropped you off with your belongings, the loneliness, heartache and greith struck you.

You had to start all over again. A new name, new identity, a fresh start is what he would've wanted for you. As long as you got our alive, that's all that ever mattered to Wesker. And you did. You survived it all.

1 1/2 later...

Things were gradually getting better, slowly but surely. All of Wesker's money, fortune was in your possession. Yet you still worked, depaite the luxuries you have, lounging around won't chance the second chance that was given to you.

Working at the local coffee shop was nice, simple, especially being in the countryside, you see the same people everyday. Given the odd occasional people who come down, dubbing their city geteays to be here in the lovely little country side. Life seemed to be getting better.

Another day at work was done, taking off your coat and bag of your shoulders ascyou walked in. The whole afternoon was in your hands now, what to do with it...

A sound In the it the interrupted your thoughts. Going over to the kitchen, your eyes laid onto a familiar figure. One, you always knew... Standing there in shock, you couldn't believe your eyes.

"Wesker?"

"My love, my lovely Y/N." Wesker spoke with the voice thar always made your knees weak, it was still him. But different, he still had the visible burnt scars from the lava. From his face, to his arm and legs.

He was alive.

"You...- I mean you're-"

Wesker didn't say anything and he immediately pulled you into a hug, one hand behind your head. And the other was around your waist.

Tears forming in your eyes, becoming watery. Falling doen your cheeks, his gloved hand wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"I'm sorry." Wesker said. "I'm so sorry... I should've listened to you." He confessed. "Wr should've left like we said." He cupped you cheeks with his hands.

"You left me alone." Your tone was cold, sniffling slightly. Cupping his cheek as well, gently caressing his cheek.

"I know..." Wesker mumbled. "And I'm not going anywhere now, I promise." He reassured you. And that's all you ever needed.

Wesker pulled you into a tighter hug resting his head on your shoulder. "I'll always come back to you, regardless. Forever and for always."

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Pretty like a crime

Chapter 3

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Word count: 4.3k

A/n: This is the second post to my new series so please be nice! I'm going to try to make this into a series so please show this story a bit of love and reblog!

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood

Part 1/ Part 2

The gun was hidden well. Okay maybe not in the best place but nobody would find it. A lot may say that taking a gun to your guardians house is being mentally ill but it's a promise you were not going to break.

You were living the week and a half with Tom and Sarah has been a whole different experience than living with your dad. The Kazansky house was marvelous. It was one of those posh houses at the end of a rich street, near the ocean. It was three storeys tall with a very tall attic and consists of around 6 maybe even 7 bedrooms. The thing that caught your eye from the second you entered was the great staircase. It was like one from Hollywood movies. The one with gold lined railings and spiraled edges. This life was a luxury compared to the way you were raised. You and your dad lived in a one storey bungalow with three bedrooms and a porch so you could easily say that this was a quite opposite way of life.

Adjusting to living here was hard though, especially with the new surroundings. Your new bedroom was, well, not fit for a young girl. It was one of those green flower designed rooms that was meant to be a guest room but you'll be taking it from now on forward. Sarah has told you that soon after new years she'll take you shopping and picking out new furniture and designs. She was so nice to you and tried to lighten your mood in any way possible from this miserable turn of events.

You were now sitting on the great bed in your room. This was even a new experience for you. At your dad's house you had a single bed with a soft back headboard that was made slightly into a closet bed. And even your dad's bed wasn't this big. Sitting in silence, you were staring into space, a way of escaping reality that was the biggest mess upon you. You say there with your knees rolled into your chest, slightly rocking back and forth. You weren't even thinking about anything, your mind was blank but still contemplating life.

"Y/n, honey, dinner is ready!" Sarah called you down from the bottom of the staircase. You slowly got up and sighed. You enjoyed dinners with your new guardians but you just wanted to be alone.

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"So, did you start reading the book I brought you?" Tom, asks not in a pushing or angry way but as a conversation starter in the silence that was only broken by cutlery clatter. "I finished it," you answer, swirling your fork over your plate, not having quite the appetite. "600 pages already?!" Tom says rather shocked that the book he gave you the previous night, which took him weeks to read was already completed by the young girl at the other side of the table.

"You must really enjoy reading," Sarah smiled, trying to learn something new about you so your conversation wouldn't be bland and clueless. She wanted to know about you, other than what she knew from your dad before he died. She wanted to know the true you. "My mother taught me," you say and silence falls again. Your mother was a topic that was nearly never allowed to be mentioned at the table when you were with your father. A part of him blamed her for being irresponsible and not thinking about her family and became a druggie like the ones she fought against.

"I'm sorry, I know that the topic is not allowed at the table," you murmur the apology and Tom and Sarah both give you a very confused look. "Honey, you know you're able to talk to us about anything," Sarah says, calmly setting her glass of water down as she looks at you. "I know it's probably hard to trust us but now we're family and we care for you."

You didn't look up from your plate. It was filled with food that if someone offered it to you weeks back it would be already gone but now you stare at the meal that was barely touched. You take a sip of your water and swirl the water around slightly to see the light water waves forming in the glass. "Honey, me and Tom wanted to talk to you about something," Sarah broke the awful silence again and you slightly raise your gaze from your plate and look up at her. "Me and Tom annually host a new year's eve party with a bunch of friends but we thought of stopping."

"Please, don't stop it because of me," you say as your eyes tear up. You didn't even know why you wanted to cry over this but you could slightly sense why. The two of them have done so much to fulfil the gap of the guardian role in your life for the last week and now they are willing to cancel their annual plan for you. Your dad has mentioned Tom and Sarah's parties, apparently they are flooded with people from all around and one of the biggest year events.

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"Y/n-" "Please don't cancel it because of me," you repeat again as tears start spilling from your eyes due to the stress. You didn't know how to handle emotions anymore and this was one of the examples of what happens. "Oh, Y/n." Sarah sighed and quickly got up from her chair and ran over to kneel in front of you. You wipe your tear filled eyes with the sleeve of your sweater as she lifts your chin up. She wraps her arms around you as Tom has made his way to the two of you and rubbed your back, up and down. "You're safe now, nobody will hurt you."

"Good morning Cob," Jake has made you a quite unique nickname for you ever since the two of you have started working together. You believed it was for the tease, as a joke to annoy you in the morning of his entering as if him coming in wasn't annoying enough sometimes. As always he flashes that smile, that could go on for miles and leans over your shoulder as you answer his welcoming. "Mornin' Bagman," you say, spinning a 180° on the black, spiny work chair. He smirks but shakes his head in a slight disagreement.

"Oh trust me, it's not bagman right now because marvelously, how should I quote it, I left my cozy, secure apartment earlier than usual into this cold, cruel world and took my amazing truck to get you the coffee you love," he says handing you over a ice latte with cold foam and vanilla. "Have I told you, I love you," you say jokingly but something inside of him didn't want it to be a joke, he wanted you to feel the same strong emotions he feels for you, something he's never felt before but he decides to hide it and get back to work business.

"So, we're just driving today?" Jake asked as you looked over the work papers you were handed. Most work for now was driving and listening to the radio for any problems, distress or accidents but it was quite a full schedule anyway. "Yeah, there's no proper assignment just to look out," you say, scanning your eye over the papers again.

You've been working with Jake for around three weeks now and the two of you work quite well together. You can match each other's intensity and character without breaking a sweat and have the same dedications in work so like they say a match made in heaven.

"Come on Cob, let's get this show on the road," the blonde smirks and you just smile out of his enthusiasm. This may be a long day but definitely not boring.

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"Y/n, change to channel 7," Jake says, not demandingly but quite in a question way, requesting you to change the comms channel to see if there is any action going on. You just simply nod and turn the knob until the seventh channel turns on. And yet again silence. "I swear the communicator has never been this quiet," Jake sighs as the two of you have just been driving endlessly for the past two hours without any call or acquiree. "Yeah," you say, quite not taking in anything that Jake has been saying as you are way more interested in the case you were reading about on your phone.

Your in-tell has been telling you'd about details of a drug operation that may happen and you got the files sent to you a couple of seconds before. "What ya reading," Jake inquires as he makes a right turn into a carpark. "Just some files," you say quickly looking over the files for useful information. You see right now every case has been quite quiet. Nothing too big and exciting, somehow everything around the place just stayed calm. No big schemes or murders. No big plans, just a bunch of possibilities but no for sure facts. You sigh as the files don't get you far and put your phone down.

Jake slowly parks the car and sets it into parking mode, he turns to you and says, "How's Kai?" Jake says as a conversation starter. Him and Kai haven't seen each other since the time at the park three weeks back but Kai has been asking about Alfie ever since. The kid loves the dog and you've been telling Jake that Kai has been constantly asking about Alfie and ever since then Jake asks about Kai. "He's okay, quite happy since his Granddad bought him some toys yesterday so he's been kept entertained," you smile, thinking of the night back when Kai was introducing his new teddies to the older ones so 'They could meet each other and welcome the newbies into the family.' "Good, it's great that the kiddo is happy," Jake smiled at you. You never knew that this would affect you in such a way but it did. Jake asked about your son with barely any knowledge of him and already feeling like it was his responsibility to check up on him every once in a while.

"Yeah, it is," you murmur under your breath as the two of you are called my Mav through the radio to respond. 'Hangman, Cobra, call in,' Mav's voice echoes from the radio across the whole car. Jake picks up the communicator and answers the call in. "Hangman here, what you need sir," Jake responds, reversing out of the parking space while looking over his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't crash into a car behind him and finally drives forward. 'There has been a murder in downtown beside the old factories. We think it may have to do with your guys last case. Could you two go over there?' Mav requests more than asking. This may be involved in the undercover case you were on, where you first encountered Jake. You look at him as he passes the communicator to you and you answer Maverick, "Me and Hangman are on it."

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You two get out of the car to see that the area is blocked off by police tap, officers and police cars. The media has already arrived but has been pushed back by the officers as they are getting threatened about filming crime evidence and are looking like they're about to leave the opportunity of the front cover alone.

You and Hangman hold out your agent badges to the cop that is in charge to not let people through the tap and point you guys towards an officer that could inform you about the murder situation. If this really had anything to do with the undercover job you had, this had to be big. The guy was one of the biggest ghost guns and drug dealers in existence and was so good at it nobody had the guts or well enough evidence to get him locked up for good.

"This is my partner Agent Y/l/n and I'm Agent Seresin. Our team officer has informed you of us coming to investigate," Jake says, shaking hands with the officer in command of the scene as you look around the surroundings. It was a perfect place to sell drugs. A closed off alleyway, no cameras in sight, big bins to hide evidence or cash and there were no good lights so getting away was quite easier than in pure light.

"Ahh yes, I was called about the two of you joining us. I'm guessing you two want to see the body," the office says leading the two of you to the body. You had no clue how this had anything to do with the mighty drug dealer but it's worth a shot to see. You finally reach the body and it's a man in his 30's, lying on his stomach looking like he was pushed off the roof. Cruel death, to fall from a 5 storey building and then collide with the ground destroying every part of your insides.

"So he died from the fall?" Jake asked but you were already looking around at the body and have a different theory. "It looks like he was chained and choked to death, there's also a lot of little stab wounds around his legs so the fall may have just been a disguise." You answer before the leading officer even could open his mouth. You were good at these things, Iceman has told you all about how to determine a murder. Growing up with him, you were taught a hundred different things from other agents which gave you a severe advantage. You knew more about your job than some division commanders and that was in a society filled by men.

"We didn't notice that on the pictures. The death will be determined by an autopsy," the officer just answered in shock and Jake just smirked at you. You were something different, your beauty, kindness and ability is something he's never experienced and somehow he wants it. He wants you. "Can we flip the body to see the front," you asks slipping on latex gloves, and already squatting down beside the body looking up at the officer. "I guess so, the pictures have been already taken so you guys have time till the autopsy group arrives," answered the officer as you hold your arm upwards, handing Jake a pair of gloves, which he slips on those muscular arms that slightly flex from under the shirt he's wearing and he joins you by lowering himself down.

"On three," Jake says and you nod. "One… Two…. Three!" The two of you flip the corpse onto it's back and it's not a pretty scene or action. From the great fall heights every organ or bone has been crushed so while pushing him over it felt like moving some liquid inside a skin container. And the body's front is completely demolished. Face squashed against the pavement, leaving his face flat like a pancake, his limbs demolished in every different way and his stomach from underneath the shirt that he wears , covered in blood, has a great stab wound.

But that's not what your looking for. Your looking for a tattoo that should be placed somewhere upon his body. A sign that he belongs to the drug organization. You stare a bit at the squashed face and quickly come to recognize it. This was the guy who helped A* leave the building as quickly as he entered at your undercover mission.

"Cobra, I got it," Jake says slightly lifting up the victims shirt, to reveal the tattooed sign upon the man's lower stomach. You quickly rotate to Jake's position and take out your phone to take a picture. You send it to Maverick to show that he was right it was involved in the drug case and you get up and slip the latex gloves off.

"You know what this means, huh," Jake says as you sigh as the two of you start leaving the scene. "Jake, this means one of us will have to go fully undercover, no wires or anything, for weeks maybe even months or years," you say already feeling tears come to your eyes even though no proper decision has been made yet. The thought of having to leave Kai for so long crushed you. You'd miss everything, every little significant moment gone and you just couldn't do that. It would crushed you if you did.

Jake saw the tears come to your eyes and sighs. He doesn't want to see you cry. He has developed some kind of feelings for you and seeing tears come upon your face awoken some protective feeling in him. "Come'ere Y/N," he says pulling you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. The smell of his cologne tingled your senses. You breathe in the smell, that to you somehow became soothing, something you'd fall asleep to. Something for Jake has awoken in you at this very moment but you don't know what. "You're safe Cobra and so is Kai. And even if you end up undercover, I'm not letting you go alone. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," those words leave his lips calmly but passionately, like if he made a deal with God that nothing will happen to you while he's by your side and the thing that has awoken something more in you is the way he gently kissed the top of your head. Why was he like this to you?

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"I'm home!" You call out through your apartment waiting for an answer from Tamara or Kai. "Mommy!" Kai squeals in happiness running to the door, where you have already extended your arms downwards and lift Kai up into a hug. His little chubby arms wrap around your neck and he rests his head on your shoulder. You re-hoist him up on your hip and smile at Tamara whose got up from the couch.

"Was he good?" You asks putting Kai back down but he still holds onto your leg, hugging it. "He was an angel, like always." She says smiling as she gathers her things from the counter and you take out your purse to hand her over money for minding your son. You pull out the notes and hand her a lot more then usual.

"I can't take this," she replies, as she looks at the extra notes. "You can, you've done so much. Now go, enjoy your day!" She asks you again if you're sure about paying her extra and you don't change your answers and for the laugh shoo her out the door. Once you close the door you look to your little boy who has already ran over to his toys.

"Come mommy!" He squeals in excitement that his mom can play with him since you arrived home earlier than usual. Jake told you he'll finish the paperwork himself and that you should head home to Kai. That again made you feel a strong feeling inside. "Mommy!" Kai called out again desperately, as you snapped out of your thoughts. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" You say plopping down beside him on the gray carpet and look at the new teddies Kai received from Tom. The were the ones he mentioned to his grandad a while back and Iceman remembered every single one of them and bought them for your little boy.

"Mommy I made names," Kai says to you pointing to his new plushies. Kai is one of the things that rock your world. Without him, you'd be nothing but yet he was so innocent for his age. To him the world was a fantasy of some sort of dream and you want to protect him from all the evils and nightmares. "Wow bubs, can I know their names?" You ask him, crossing your legs making a little gap for Kai to sit in. The young boy goes to sit on your lap in the gap you made for him. Kai, introduces you to every of his new teddies, tells you about their dreams in their little land and the meaning behind their names. He holds up a golden dog teddy and happily says, "I named him Alfie, like from the park!"

He really is the little boy who rocks your world and that he's decided to name his teddy after Jake's dog did mean something to you. It was a cute gesture and Kai was in the middle of his story how that his new plush Alfie is a prince of pup land and that him and Tamara have been told the secret of why he came to San Diego. Of course Kai led you into this puppy secret and you couldn't help but smile. Your thoughts break again as Kai asks you a question, "Mommy are you happy to be home?" Pure, pure innocence is what the kid is made from and you loved it. "Bubs, there's no place I'd rather be."

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Your dad was amazing at books that had a murder mystery. He read so many and was so well informed about all cases and difficulties in crimes. It was his job so obviously he was trying his best to be a expert. He set you up fake crime case files so you could test yourself and push your own limits. He allowed you to solve one mystery file a month. And it was quite ironic since he made enough files to last you till your eighteen.

You found a quite place in the huge house, a place for yourself. It was an empty study room that was quite and looked like a place of peace. All the file and clues were spread around you on the floor in a circle. Each clue aligned in order of appearance and each sign in the right direction. The case was a weird one, something you've never came across before. It was about a gun that was used in a crime on your victim, 'Kristy'. Apparently through the bullet scan and origin they found out that the bullet was shot from a gun that was used in previous murders but only was brought back to action every 10 years.

It didn't add up, there was seven murders committed in the same way but nobody could manage to do this for seventy years. You didn't get it, how could someone pass down a legacy of killings, a legacy of shootings and murder. Now that was out of hand, something no normal person would try to do.

"Whatcha up to, kiddo?" You turn around to find Iceman leaning against the tall, wooden, carved frame of the door. He take a few short strides and sits down beside you in the carpeted floor. "Where did you get this?" Tom inquired in shock, these kind of files are used to train commanding agents and a little eleven year old girl was on a path to solve it. "My dad made some files for me," you say shifting around more paper as if seeing the page from a different angle would solve the answer.

"Would you mind if I helped you?" He asked smiling, running one of his hands through your light, long brown locks. "Are you sure you don't need to be anywhere else or maybe want to spend time resting?" "Y/n, there's no place I rather be.'

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"What do you want for dinner bubs?" You asks the little boy as he is deeply embraced in the midnight garden playing on the TV. Like always the two of you have a routine; a quick bath, he watches one episode and you make food and the two of you eat dinner whole watching the other, after that a quick brush of teeth and straight to bed with the teddy family that you swear take up more space in the bed than the poor boy. "Mac and cheese with toastie!" He calls out excitedly as you pull out the ingredients to quickly make some Mac and cheese.

You grab some bread and cut it into equal slices, delicately to not make any holes or gaps in it; spreading some garlic onto each slice of cut bread with some new fresh butter, as you insert the pan into the oven. You mix the pot that contains the Mac and cheese and look back over to Kai but this time you can't fully see the little head full of brown locks of hair. You walk back over to the couch to see the little boy fast asleep against the arm of the sofa. You don't have the heart to wake him up, no one would; he just looked to peaceful and cute in his sleep.

You quickly and quietly shuffle back to the stove, turning everything off to not risk a fire and walk back to Kai to lift him delicately of the couch. He lightly stirred in his sleep but doesn't wake. You slip into his little bedroom and place Kai in his big boy bed that is currently covered in blankets and pillows, obviously with teddies everywhere. You lay Kai down, covering him with his weighted blanket and duvet, kissing him on the forehead. You run your hand through the curly brown locks and get up to head toward the door. You quietly and slowly close the door getting one last glance at the little boy and shut the door.

As you were about to slowly head towards the small apartment kitchen, your phone violently vibrates in the back pocket of your pants. You slip the phone out of the embroidery back jean pocket and unlock the device with the four numbered code to find Jake's message shining up at you in misery.

Jake: Sorry about texting so late but mav just spoke to me, he's deciding the undercover agent tomorrow morning at the role call…

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Last Summer / Kim Doyoung 

Genre: smut, angst 

word count: 16k

f! college student reader, aged up! Doyoung, slight badboy!Jaehyun and fwb!Jaemin

warnings: dilf!, age gap, old money fic!, cheating, affair, public!, unprotected, daddy!, alcohol!, blackmail!, gaslighting?, multiple smut scenes, let me know if I miss anything. 

A five week business vacation with a bunch of elite families, filled with gossip, rumors and people doing anything to climb the social ladder. But through all the chaos the last thing you suspected was a whirlwind romance with your friends father. 

appearances: college friends : Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, Sungchan, Jaehyun 

aged up! Johnny and Kun. 

A/N: hello! its author SIN here! I haven't wrote a monster fic since FREAKS but im here for old money Doyoung after so many requested a full fic of Country Club. Sorry i've been so IA i hope you enjoy this one !

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It was that time of year again and you and your mom were being dragged to one of your father’s business vacations which entailed around five weeks of your summer at your family’s world renowned resort. Now anyone else would be joyous that they’d be spending a luxury vacation at the hot spot for celebrities in the Summer, but now entering your twenties, and spending almost every summer of your life at this place, you figured it had lost its wow factor.

“Why couldn't we go to the Maldives or Greece like normal families” you groaned, slipping into a cashmere sweater that matched with a pair of capri pants and tennis shoes. You watched your  mother frantically  order the resort employees to prepare the bungalow to her liking until her eyes rested on you.

“Darling I thought I told you to throw those tacky shoes out” she sighed, coming over and giving you a tight squeeze, “and…you can go to Greece on your next semester break okay ? right now we need to mingle with your father’s investors, big smile!”

You gave her your best fake grin before returning back to your room and exchanged your shoes for a more high quality taste. You had no idea why your mom was being so particular about your dress code  being it was only day one and the more important guests only ever arrived in the second week.

You folded your arms and returned back downstairs to the lounge area when a familiar face completely caught you off guard.

“Jaemin!” you squealed, running into the toned man’s arms as he lifted you into a tight hug and engulfed you with his Givenchy perfume. Jaemin, your friend or rather fling whom you actually met via one of your father’s parties, was the son of a very big tech company CEO and your father’s current favourite golf buddy.

Mr. Kim Doyoung, the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on.

Jaemin released you from the hug and you took the opportunity to smile at both Mr and Mrs Kim as they briefly greeted you before returning to the conversation with your parents. You watched as Mr Kim pushed his glasses up as he laughed at some joke your father supposedly told, his gummy smile broke his stoic character and for a second you almost forgot your surroundings.

“Quite the surprise hey” Jaemin snapped you out of your trance and you quickly nodded. “You guys never do summer vacation, what's the special occasion ?” you questioned the dark haired man.

Jaemin chuckled and shrugged. “Dad said there’s a huge investor visiting this time and he doesn't want your dad to fumble any business proposals.” You hummed and looked back at the parents and watched your dad enthusiastically show Mr Kim around.

“Hey Doyoung it's a win win hey” your dad boasted, “our wives are happy, our kids are happy and we get to have a rematch of that golf game you cheated me out of last month.”

“Cheated?” Mr Kim smirked, “are we still running with that ?”

You gulped at his cockiness. Yes this was wrong. Entirely wrong because this was your friends father for fuck’s sake, but you’d been crushing on him for years, way before you met Jaemin. You hated to admit it but Mr Kim was your first real crush.

It all started on the night of your 18th, when he came to the party on his own because he and his family were going to leave on a business trip the next morning. He only stayed about 20 minutes, most of it was spent talking to your father and then he came over, introduced himself and placed a gift in your hands before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“It's Viviene Westwood, your dad said you’re a big fan” His voice was so light and smooth. “My son starts at the same university as you next year, I hope the two of you can help each other out.”

And with that he said his goodbyes and you’d only see him at very special events after that. He did attend your 21st this year, but you and Jaemin had already established a friends with benefits situation and you decided that crushing on a man twice your age who now happens to be your fling’s father was not the path you were seeking.

“Do you think I’d have to sneak into your room every night ?” Jaemin pinched your side and you playfully pushed him before bringing your arms around his neck.

“Honestly our parents are going to be so blackout drunk every night im sure you could walk straight into my room and do whatever you want” you bit your lip and Jaemin smirked in return, enjoying the challenge.

The first two days were pretty much uneventful even with Jaemin railing you into your bed the very first night. Luckily for the two of you your dad managed to get the Kims’ the bungalow right next door and Jaemin made good use of the maintenance ladder and your balcony.

You were grateful you had Jaemin around until the morning you heard a voice you wished was in your head. The voice you thought you’d only hear when University resumed.

Lee Haechan.

“Jaemin hurry up, my arms are killing me here” You heard him say as you stepped out on the balcony to oversee the commotion. Your uni friend, well rather Jaemin’s, was standing outside their bungalow with luggage that definitely exceeded a five week stay which meant that it was likely computer equipment.

Great.

“What are you doing here ?” making sure your voice was definitely unwelcoming. “Wow y/n way to be hospitable to your good friend” he dropped his bags and clapped sarcastically. You watched the workers scramble for the luggage as Jaemin stepped outside to greet his very annoying friend.

“His parents kicked him out for the summer” Jaemin looked up apologetically.

“Can't say I wouldn't do the same” you scoffed while Haechan stuck out his tongue. “My boy and I are going to build a gaming pc, you know good old fashioned bonding” Haechan threw his arm around Jaemin while your poor friend knew you weren't in the slightest happy about this new arrangement.

“Great” you sighed, “hope you two lovebirds have a lovely vacation.”

“You can join us, you know, it's really fun.” Jaemin tried to look hopeful but he already knew you'd rather eat dirt than spend more than two hours with Haechan and build a damn pc on top of that.

You unenthusiastically waved them off and returned to your bedroom and threw yourself on your bed ready to dive into a solemn state until you heard a voice coming from downstairs.

His voice.

You tiptoed down the wooden stairs and you saw Mr Kim sitting at the corner bar with your father both adorning golf wear and engaging in conversation when your father quickly noticed your presence.

“Hey sweety, you're not hanging out with Jaemin today ?” he said while taking a sip of his scotch whiskey.

You groaned while approaching the two men, making sure your attention was on your father and not Mr Kim. “Haechan is here and they're going to spend the entire vacation building some stupid pc” you complained with a pout and your ears perked when you heard Mr Kim chuckle.

“Sorry about that, Haechan can be pretty persistent and I just wanted to help his parents get him out of their hair for a bit” Mr Kim smiled sweetly and you could tell he was genuine with his apology. “If you're bored why don't you come out for a round of golf, make sure your dad isn't cheating.”

“Uhm I don't want to impose…” you began to say and your dad quickly jumped to his feet and threw his arm around you. “My angel will be the best judge I can assure you!” he squeezed your shoulder, “go get ready sweetheart we will leave in 20.”

You stood under the caddy’s umbrella shielding yourself from the blistering summer heat as you watched Mr Kim and your father tee off on the fifth hole. Most of the banter was inside jokes they had going on and honestly you almost regretted joining their session until you saw how immaculate Mr Kim was at playing golf. His form, the way he stuck out his tongue slightly as he concentrated on his next shot and ofcourse how accentuated his muscles were through his golf gear as he swivelled his body every shot.

The heat wasn't that bad after all.

“Sir you have a call at the front desk” the caddy held the phone up for your dad to receive it.

You watched your father’s frown turn into a wide smile signalling it was either a big investor or one of his work buddies. “Hey Doyoung Johnny is here, i'm going to check him in before our wives make a big deal about his sudden appearance” your dad chuckled and hung up the call.

“Ah yes the wives biggest enemy, i'm surprised he actually showed up” Doyoung rested his hands on his golf club. “He didn't bring…her…did he ?”

Your eyes followed Mr Kim’s to your fathers and your dad quickly shook his head as he began handing his equipment to his caddy.

“Oh you know he wouldn't do that, gosh imagine what the investors might think.”

Now this story you were definitely clued up on thanks to Haechan practically interrogating Johnny Suh’s nephew, Sungchan. Mr Suh was a high end lawyer and had been working with your father’s circle of friends for years. He was a prominent figure, anyone and everyone fell in love with him and that's exactly how he got into trouble.  You're not sure of the timeline but according to Haechan Mr Suh had an affair with a young divorcee who’s case he’d been working on. Almost everyone expected his career to plummet after the news broke but it just made him more popular amongst young naive women who thought they too could bag the richest newly divorced big time lawyer.

Your mom couldn't stand him especially because she and the other wives were friends with his ex wife. But your dad never bothered since he’d always say that his ex wife was a gold digger and would have ‘ran him dry’ eventually. Surprisingly Haechan noted that Sungchan was also more than happy to know that his uncle was finally free from that woman.

There’s two sides to every story you guessed.

“Are you really leaving in the middle of the game ?” Mr Kim sighed, “this isn't just an excuse to get out of losing again is it ?”

Your father scoffed and waved his hand. “Oh please we are picking this up tomorrow, but for now why don't you get a little practice with my daughter ? she's got a wicked right swing!”

“Dad I don't think-”

“Let's do it.”

You turned to face Mr Kim who was now holding out his golf club to you as a stunning smile spread across his face. You swallowed hard as your father zoomed off in his golf cart and left you alone with just Mr Kim and the unattentive caddy.

“Mr Kim I'm not the best player so-”

“Hey my rivalry is with your father not you” Mr Kim waved his hand and grabbed a bottle of water. “I’ll go easy on you.”

You refused to be a stuttering mess so you tried your best to concentrate on the task at hand. It should be easy since there’s nothing the two of you could really talk about besides your father or Jaemin.

Oh you hoped he wouldn't bring up Jaemin.

You took your first swing and honestly like you expected it wasnt that grand. You turned to him apologetically while he let out a charming chuckle before joining you on your walk to the next hit.

“You're too tense” he commented and tapped your shoulder. “Since we're just practising, how about I coach you and next time you can win against your father.”  

You watched as he consulted the caddy on the perfect golf club and watched him stroll back over to you and replaced the club you clutched in your hands. The next movement almost had you weak at the knees as he slowly moved behind you and placed his slender fingers on your shoulders and squeezed lightly.

“Relax y/n” he calmly said in your ear. He may have been thinking this was just a friendly exchange but God your mind was thinking very different things. Vile almost absurd things. You nodded and did as he said, exhaling deeply while your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“It's all in the hips you know” he said before clearing his throat, “May I ?”

You nodded again and within seconds his hands were on your waist. It was all very PG but anything he did always felt erotic. You kept your concentration on your posture making sure he wouldn't pick up on your strange behaviour but every touch, every breath coming from behind you felt like electricity.

“Now be gentle, allow your body to lead you to the shot rather than the strength of your hit” He continued and stepped back to watch you take your next shot.

The next shot was better but again you were no Lydia Ko. Mr Kim however seemed to be a perfectionist because yet again you were given another club and his hands returned to your waist. This time it felt a little different. You felt his breath against his neck and his hands were a lot more firmer as he guided you to redo your shot. “Now I know you can do better than that” His voice was low and you felt a sensation develop between your legs. You had no idea how you let your impulses get the better of you but you allowed yourself to arch your back a bit until your ass pretty much grazed against his crotch. You know it was evident too because you heard him suck in a deep breath but you didn't dare turn around.

“Like this..?” you managed to say and heard him hum before slowly stepping away and allowed you to take the shot.

Surprisingly that one was the best you had all day and it even ignited excitement out of you as you jumped in celebration, completely forgetting what had happened a mere seconds ago. “Oh my God did you see that ?!” you squealed and turned to face Mr Kim who had been chewing on his bottom lip before it turned into a sweet smile.

“I knew you had it in you, you're a natural and a quick learner” He held his hand out for a high five but as your hands collided, his fingers entangled with yours and your eyes met his in probably the most intense unspoken exchange in your life. You had no idea what was going on in his head and you were unaware that his thoughts mirrored yours. He had no idea why he did what he did and his head swarmed with so many unresolved questions.

This was his friend's daughter. His son’s college friend.

The caddy called the two of you up to drive over to the next hole and you both silently jumped in the backseat, hoping the situation was just an awkward exchange and nothing more. The drive was bumpy and unusually long. Both you and Mr Kim opted for looking in the opposite direction until the caddy hit the brakes causing Mr Kim to quickly shield you from impact.

“God what the fuck?” Mr Kim cursed and you mentally hated that it gave you another reason to find him attractive. There was no hope at this point.

“S-sorry sir there was a rabbit crossing the path” the caddy looked up into the rear view mirror and you swore you saw fear in his eyes. Mr Kim sighed and muttered that it was okay and to keep moving but as the trip resumed you realised his arm was still draped across your lap.

You adjusted your seating which pushed your tennis skirt higher and now his hand was exposed to your thigh as you waited to see what his next move might be. Mr Kim cleared his throat and you almost gasped when you felt him squeeze your exposed thigh before the caddy finally came to stop.

“I need you to go to the front desk and get more water and please let them know that the rabbits are roaming free on the course at this hour, it's quite dangerous for everyone involved” you watched Mr Kim tap his resort card on the payment machine and watched the caddy leave  you and Mr Kim completely alone.

“What do you study again y/n ?” Mr Kim asked casually as if nothing suspicious had happened all day and set up his next shot. You wiped the beads of sweat forming on your head. “I…study accounting Mr Kim.”

His chuckle made your eyes narrow as he took an effortless shot and turned around to face you. “Call me Doyoung, you do call Kun by his first name don't you ?” his new demeanour confused you. Was he just being friendly all this time and you were mistaking it for something else ?

“Yeah well Kun has been my dad’s friend for ages so-”

“So am I a stranger then ?” he poked his tongue into his cheek, “I guess we have to work on our relationship then.”

Mr Kim, Doyoung gestured for you to set up your next shot. Seeing as you were unsure of his intentions you decided to test the waters again. What was the worst that could happen anyway ? Him peacefully rejecting you would actually solve a lot of your current problems.

“Can…you help me again ? I kinda forgot the posture thing” you battered your eyelashes at him and you watched as his jaw tightened for a brief second before he nodded and came over to his usual position. You wasted no time in pressing back into him but this time you turned your head slightly to see his reaction.

“W-what are you doing y/n?” his low voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“What do you mean, I'm just..playing golf” you replied innocently and you heard him chortle in amusement. You felt his fingers press into your hips as you practically settled in his crotch, a bit proud that you had him a little flustered.

“You’re…a very naughty girl” he hummed as he straightened himself and allowed his fingers to dance on the band of your skirt.

You sighed and hummed in agreement. “I know Mr Kim and it seems like you're not so innocent yourself.”

Doyoung raised his eyebrow at your snarky comment yet mentally cursed his inability to keep his arousal in check. He was in dangerous waters but his head was too clouded with how this was about to play out for him to think about any consequences right now.

“Are you saying that this….exchange has you a little excited as well?” he queried and you felt absolutely delirious with lust.

“You can find out for yourself if you want” you curved your back a bit standing like an open invitation for him to do as he pleased. You expected him by now to at least lecture you that the two of you were out in the open and this whole ordeal was just absurd but instead he carefully stood behind you as your hands tightened around the golf club and his fingers ghosted its way up your skirt.

Doyoung’s breath was deep and steady as he caressed the skin of your inner thighs before taking his index finger and grazed it over your soaked panties. You heard him groan at your wetness while you bit down on your lip at the contact. You thought it would stop there but you almost collapsed when he pushed your panties to the side and allowed his long cold digits to feel your arousal.

“Fucking hell” he cursed as his other hand held onto your hip to keep you steady.

“Mr Kim…please..more” your voice quivered, not sure what you were asking for exactly but whatever was happening couldn't end right now, not like this.

Doyoung was completely immersed in how wet you were for him. He loved how your folds felt between his fingers and you were like putty in his hands. You gasped when he inserted a finger into your core and he heard him groan once more this time in frustration.

“Youre so fucking tight, id ruin you sweetheart” his words were like venom in your ear as he continued to finger you at an agonising pace.

Euphoria quickly came to an end when you heard a golf cart and it was Doyoung’s caddy returning from his errands. Doyoung quickly wiped away his hands and the two of you stood innocently as the caddy jogged over.

“Sir, they are requesting the both of you back for brunch” the caddy spoke and immediately began collecting the golfing equipment and packed the cart. You looked up at Doyoung trying to search his face for what all of this meant and whether it might happen again but he returned back to his stoic self. His eyes never met yours and he was silent and to himself the entire way back up to the resort.

If you thought your crush on him before was dangerous, well you've just entered a new territory.

By the time you washed up and arrived at the restaurant your father had picked for lunch you noticed everyone was already settled in. Doyoung sat right next to his wife and chuckled along with your father, Mr Suh and your father’s long time friend Qian Kun. Doyoung glanced up for a millisecond but returned to the conversation as if nothing had ever happened on the golf course.

“Darling, what took you so long ? Doyoung said you guys arrived two hours ago” your mother embraced you before one of the waiter’s pulled out your chair next to Jaemin.

“I had to take a shower” you pressed your lips into a smile and looked over at Doyoung, “It was extremely humid down there.” You watched his fingers twitch around his wine glass but it wasn't enough of a reaction for anyone else to notice. Your eyes drifted to Mr Suh who flashed you a friendly smile that you forcefully returned back before leaning into Jaemin.

“Why the hell is he here ? I thought our mothers hated him” you questioned as Jaemin rubbed the small of your back.

“Apparently his ex wife had been cheating on him too, way before he started his affair” Jaemin popped a cheese cube into his mouth. “Yeah right that’s what he wants everyone to believe” Haechan chimed in and you weren't going to admit it but you definitely shared his sentiments.

You looked up and noticed that Sungchan, Mr Suh’s nephew had also joined the trip as well as Kun Qian’s son, Chenle. You weren't too familiar with Sungchan despite him being in the same university as you but you knew Chenle really well. The two of you practically grew up together.

“I thought you were going to Dubai for the summer” you took a sip of your white wine while the ash blonde boy shook his head and sighed.

“Yeah I thought so too” he scratched his head, “My mom convinced my dad to come to the resort this year for the big networking party, God are they not tired of doing business ?!”

“Who else is gonna pay for your trips to Dubai ?” Haechan mused and Chenle rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he retorted, “What are you even doing here anyway Lee Haechan? I thought your parents were going to London.”

“They went without him,” Jaemin snickered, earning a shove from Haechan.

“I would've done the same,” Sungchan added.

“That's what I said” you giggled and Sungchan gave you a thumbs up while Haechan erupted in a long groan.

“Face it, without me, you losers wouldn't have any fun” he pouted.

For a minute you too had completely forgotten about Doyoung, lost in the childish banter of your friends until the memory flashed back and you felt your stomach turn. There it was. The guilt was finally settling in as Jaemin squeezed your thigh under the table while he entertained whatever conversation they were now engaged in. How could Doyoung just sit there, as if nothing had ever happened. Was what he did just something to overlook?

You couldn't have been more wrong as Doyoung’s thoughts were completely scattered from the very moment he saw you in your tennis outfit. He was engaging in conversation but wasn't really retaining any information. He couldn't help himself but to steal glances at you from the other end of the dining table. Doyoung thought he was being subtle enough until he felt a tap on his shoulder from none other than Johnny Suh.

“Gonna take a smoke break, wanna join ?”

Doyoung stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the pool area as he twirled his red wine in his glass and exhaled deeply.

“Doyoung Doyoung Doyoung, you dog” Johnny blew a cloud of smoke into the sky as he erupted into laughter, “I didn't think you had it in you buddy.” “What are you talking about?” Doyoung muttered, leaning against the marble balustrade. Doyoung’s eyes shifted to the window making sure no one was paying attention especially since Johnny’s voice was the equivalent to a megaphone.

Johnny took a step closer with a smirk spread across his face,  “Doyoung, do you know who you're talking to ? I am the King of reading the room, especially when it comes to sneaky glances at your good friend’s hot daughter.” Doyoung’s jaw tightened again and he looked back into the restaurant before gulping down the last of his wine.

“I don't know what youre talking about,” he answered coldly.

Johnny narrowed his brows and cleared his throat, “Okay so she walks in, directs a very weird innuendo at you after you two played golf alone all day and you two have been eye-fucking each other for the past half hour.”

“Would you lower your damn voice ?!”

“So it's true ?”

Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and pulled Johnny aside. He had no choice but to come clean but luckily for him Johnny would never ever spill the beans on his adultery seeing as Doyoung had been hiding Johnny’s string of affairs for ages. Yes there were more than one and no his now ex wife and all his friends have no idea about them.

“She baited me” Doyoung wet his bottom lip, “came up to me like a fucking minx and I-”

“You fucked her on the golf course ?” Johnny asked amusingly.

“No,” Doyoung deadpanned, “I…used my fingers for a bit but the caddy interrupted.”

Doyoung hated the smug look that spread across Johnny’s face and honestly actually explaining the situation only made him feel more guilty. He was the older, more mature one; this was entirely his fault and not yours at all.

“That’s your son’s friend oh my God you're worse than me” Johnny grinned and Doyoung turned back to look at you in a hearty conversation with his son and your friends. Johnny was right. This was so much worse than whatever he has done, but he could end it right here right now.

“It’s not going to happen again, I made sure to get my point across to her very quickly” Doyoung chewed on lip.

“Oh please, you said your wife hasn't given you any in a long time and I still have the divorce papers you filed for last-”

“Throw them away” Doyoung cut Johnny off.

“What ?!” the taller man exclaimed.

“There’s no need, I'm not going through with it” Doyoung replied calmly despite his thoughts still scrambling about both his marriage and you. Johnny ashed his cigarette and shook his head as the two of them entered the restaurant.

“Whatever man, all I know is that just a small taste of that kind of adrenaline doesn't go away that easily.”

Doyoung slipped back in his seat and put on his best smile but Johnny’s words still stuck with him like a thorn in his side.

Would he be able to stop ?

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A few days had passed since the golf course incident and you were grateful that your dad had been entertaining his friends on his own as they attended seminars and did God knows what until late hours of the night. It was one of those nights where all the parents had gone out to one of the bars at the resort and you and your friends figured you’d also drink the night away.

“God Sungchan I swear if you don't finish your drink I will push you into this pool” Haechan threatened as the younger boy grimaced at the taste of his 8th drink of the night. Honestly having all of them around this year wasn't that bad because usually you'd either be babysitting your parents or drinking with the resort staff.

You sipped your cocktail and danced along to the music blaring from the poolside bar in your Miu Miu two piece wrapped in a mesh skirt. Jaemin threw his arm around you and you could tell by his slurred words and sloppy kisses that he was needy.

“Are you not fucking Haechan tonight ?” you rolled your eyes.

“Don't ever say that again” Jaemin groaned while his hands ghosted over your thighs and moved to grope your ass.

“Ew get a room” Chenle spat and you sighed. As much as you’d love to get railed right now you couldnt stand that this arrangement with Jaemin only worked when he was in the mood rather than it being mutual. You already knew he’d be in your room for the night and you won't see him the entirety of the next day unless you were out looking for him.

“Yeah totally not in the mood doll” you pried his hands off your figure and took a sip of your drink, “you should call it a night, don't want to be hungover when you have a pc to build.”

Jaemin never bothered to argue back. He knew how stubborn you could be and honestly he needed to get Haechan back to the bungalow before he ended up swearing at the bartenders. You waved off Jaemin, Haechan and Chenle who went along since his accommodation was on that end anyway while you took care of Sungchan.

“You all good there buddy?” you joined him on one the loungers as he gulped down his third glass of water.

“I'm alright, sorry i'm still getting used to the whole alcohol thing” he smiled sweetly.

You giggled and tutted in response, “don't force yourself if you don't want to, Haechan may think he is the boss around here but trust me he’s a pushover.”

Sungchan nodded shyly until you saw his eyes perk up. You followed his gaze and from all people in this entire goddamn resort in walks Johnny Suh and Kim Doyoung.

Just great.

“Hey Nephew” Johnny greeted, his face absolutely red indicating he was definitely more drunk than his dear nephew right now.

You looked up at Doyoung briefly who just stood awkwardly while Johnny babied his nephew, smothering him in hugs and compliments. Sungchan stood up and stabilised his uncle, praying he wasn't going to be stubborn about heading back to their bungalow.

“Come on Uncle Johnny, time for bed” Sungchan held him by his waist while Johnny pinched his cheeks and coddled the younger boy.

“Doyoung isn't my nephew just the cutest ? He's the cutest right ?” Johnny slurred as Sungchan bid his farewell to you and guided Johnny back to their bungalow.

You wasted no time in making sure there were no awkward silences and grabbed a new drink from the bar and began heading down a dimly lit path. You couldn't look at him. Especially since he had ignored your existence for most of the week.

“Where are you going ?” he questioned, as you heard his footsteps follow close behind.

“To the beach, leave me alone” you replied carelessly. Did he expect you to respect him as your father’s friend after the stunt he pulled ?

“You are not going to the beach in the middle of the night drunk and on your own” he lectured, still following you down the path until the two of you reached the white sandy area that met the moonlit shore.

He watched attentively as you turned around and removed the mesh skirt as you soaked in the moonlight and the salty sea breeze.

“You're not my father Mr Kim” you groaned, “I can do whatever I want.” “Do your parents know where you are right now ?” Doyoung questioned as he shook the sand that filled up his sandal.

You walked over to one of the beach recliners sighing that the umbrellas were all down and sat down your drink on the table. “My parents think I'm at the overnight spa, smart of me don't you think ?” you smirked as you struggled to open the umbrella that was twice your size.

Doyoung massaged his temples before walking over and helping you open the umbrella before taking a seat on the opposite recliner. He knew he was doing the right thing by taking care of you while you were acting recklessly, but a part of him wondered if being around you in that scantily clad bikini and the amount of alcohol running through his veins and yours, was a good idea.

“What are you drinking ?” Doyoung watched you take a sip of your cocktail as you laid back in the recliner and crossed your legs.

“Rum and Coke” you replied, handing him the drink.

You were amused by how much he drank, and watched as he set the glass aside and shook his leg anxiously while his entire body tensed up.

“For someone who told me that I'm too tense you're really one to talk” you commented and pointed to his fidgeting fingers and anxious leg. Doyoung quickly took notice of his actions and gathered himself. He turned his focus to the dark sea, while you studied him wondering what the hell was going through his head right now.

“You know any normal married man would be back home laying next to his wife after a drunken night” you sighed and Doyoung’s eyes quickly darted to yours.

“I'm here to make sure you get home safely,” he said in a calm tone.

“Oh please” you scoffed, “you had no idea I was out here until you guys stumbled across us at the bar. Mr Kim it seems like you love to keep your distance from your wife regardless whether I'm here or not.”

Doyoung’s jaw tightened at your words. He knew you were not  taunting him because everything you mentioned was pretty much how it's been for the past few months in his marriage. Most of the time he met with your family on his own and your father had always commented on how divided the two of them had become after Jeno had turned 18.

“Its probably why youre so needy too, when was the last time youve even fucked anyone ?”

“Is this a joke to you ?” Doyoung retorted, “Do you not see how wrong this is ?”

You rolled your eyes, finishing the last of the drink, and sat  it back on the wooden side table.

“Honestly I dont,” you shrugged, “I did at first ofcourse, hell Ive been wanting to fuck you since my 18th birthday but now that I know youre miserable  in your marriage I dont see the harm in it.”

Doyoung pondered on your words and of course he was miserable but his reasoning for coming onto you wasn't because he needed a quick fix. God he saw beautiful women at so many investor parties but nobody had him riled up like you did. For him though it was your 21st birthday, when you wore that Elie Saab sequin dress and you carried yourself with such poise and class that he’d never taken notice of before. There was always a mystery surrounding you and with that neverending curiosity he disciplined himself into keeping his distance.

That was until a few days ago.

“You’ve been wanting me since then ?” Doyoung asked in that low voice that always hit the right spot.

You pushed yourself up from the recliner and stood up to hover over him. Doyoung’s eyes dragged over your body until his eyes locked with yours as you placed your thumb under his chin.

“Oh Mr Kim I fantasise about having you every…single..night” you mused and with that you pressed your lips against his and sighed into the passionate kiss. Doyoung quickly pulled you into his lap, his lips never leaving yours as you straddled him and immediately gripped onto his dark locks.

“I'm not going to be able to stop this time y/n” Doyoung groaned into your neck as you pushed your body further down into his lap, already feeling his hardened member against your clothed core.

“Don't stop…please dont stop” you moaned into his kisses as he grabbed your ass and buried his face into your chest, littering your collarbone and breasts with kisses. You both knew that taking your time would only raise concern so you were in agreement that it needed to be done as soon as possible.

You fiddled with his dress pants as he unbuttoned his shirt revealing the very toned body you were suspecting. God the sight of him alone like this could've made you orgasm. Doyoung quickly pushed down his pants and then suddenly pulled away.

“Fuck…Fuck!” he cursed.

“What is it ?” you looked around thinking one of the employees was lurking around.

“I don't have protection. '' Doyoung looked up at you and bit down on his lip.

“God i'm on the pill please just fuck me already” you whined and returned your lips to his desperate to regain the momentum you had earlier on.

“Are you sure this is okay sweetheart ?” He asked once again his voice filled with concern. God the age difference thing was really showing right now because everyone around your age was careless and dumb. Any guy in their 20s (and probably Johnny Suh) would be ecstatic to know they'd be able to do it raw.

You found his concern endearing.

“Do whatever you want Mr Kim, I just need you inside me” you whispered and Doyoung literally felt dizzy with ecstasy at your lewd words. He quickly responded by pushing aside your bikini bottom and rubbed circles on your clit before entering two digits into your core, preparing you for what's to come.

You were so lost in the magic he was putting in his fingers that you almost gasped at the difference when he inserted his member inside you. He was much bigger than you imagined and the biggest you ever had. He was right when he said he’d ruin you.

“Oh my fuck-” you moaned in his ear as Doyoung guided your hips to ride him. He wasnt sure if it was the impromptu fuck, the lack of sex he’s had recently or the girl on top of him right now but it was a fucking hell of a experience. You moved your hips roughly against his, expertly making circles with your hips as you built up your orgasm. Doyoung’s moans were like music to your ears as he groaned according to your movements as his nails dug into your thighs.

“Doyoung im-”

“Is my angel close hmmm” he hummed and the pet name just inched you closer to your high. Doyoung moved his hand to the front so his thumb had access to your clit, stimulating you until you were ready to give in. Doyoung watched in awe as you beautifully threw your head back and came so hard on his cock that he wished he could do it again almost immediately.

You rode out your high and to Doyoung’s surprise you removed yourself from his lap and settled between his legs. Your hand grabbed hold of his member as you looked up at him and pumped his member.

“You know, so you don't have to stress about coming inside me,” you brought your face down to meet his tip, “well coming inside me in a different way.”

Doyoung leaned back in his seat and grabbed a fistful of your hair as you went to work on his length. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with already fucking you and now with your tongue skillfully pleasing him. You hollowed your cheeks as your hand met your speed and the grip on your hair signalled that he was close.

“Fucking hell” was all Doyoung could say when he finally released in your mouth and with heavy eyes watched you swallow every bit of him.

“We should get back before they close up the bar” you said, straightening up your hair and outfit.

“Yeah we should” Doyoung agreed and buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back into his pants. God he wished he could at least help clean you up and lay in bed with you but unfortunately that could never be on the agenda. He honestly had no idea what to say or what to do. The two of you walked in silence until you reached the bungalows, making sure to stay in the shadows just in case anyone was awake at this hour.

“Well good night I guess” you folded your arms, slightly embarrassed that regardless of what you said you still felt a pang of guilt and jealousy that he still  wasn't yours for the night.

You were about to walk off when Doyoung grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him. He placed a kiss on your forehead and then a softer one on your lips.

“Meet me tomorrow at the squash court at 2:30,” he whispered as his thumb stroked your cheek, “Only if you want to though.”

You nodded and smiled up at him before finally parting ways and leaving both of you revisiting one of the most incredible nights of your life.

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The next morning you took your time to get ready, completely avoiding the voices of your hungover parents downstairs. You knew they'd pester you about where you were, what time you got home and most importantly who was the last person you were with last night.

That was the last thing you needed to be questioned about.

“Princess are you done pampering up, we're going to the gym” you heard Haechan’s grating voice call from outside your balcony. Of course you still had to pretend you wanted to hang out with them today but it just gave you a better alibi to showing up at the squash court. You quickly slipped into a cute Ralph Lauren polo shirt and bike short set and doused yourself with your Chanel no.5 before heading out to meet your friends.

“God I can smell you a mile away” Chenle dramatically coughed as the five of you strolled down to the fitness centre.

You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, “It's called perfume, you should try it sometime” you teased and the boy stuck out his tongue in return.

“Hey did you get home okay last night ?” Sungchan tapped your shoulder looking down at you sheepishly, “I needed to get Uncle Johnny home before he decided to extend his drinking hours.” You waved your hand and hooked arms with the taller boy, giving his bicep a tight squeeze as you stepped into the air conditioned wellness centre.

“It’s all good I went straight home anyway” you lied.

You and your friends were already welcomed with green juice, herbal tea and smoothie selections by the staff while you scouted the area for where you might bump into Doyoung. The centre was quite vacant, I guess not everybody could recover as fast as your family and friends as drinking to your limits never delayed the schedule of the next day. You walked through the essential oil aroma of all the various spa treatments until you finally reached the gym and caught your first glimpse of Doyoung laughing along with the rest of the parents.

God he looked extra hot today in just a pair of black track pants and a fitted white tee.

“Dude your uncle is jacked” Haechan gaped at Johnny Suh who was walking around in just a pair of training shorts, his sweaty toned body on display for everybody. God knows why. It's not like you didn't think he was hot, you would be stupid to think otherwise, but Mr Suh was never your type. He never had the sex appeal that Mr Kim had.

“Hey kids!” your dad waved as you all strolled over to join the gathering. You put on a friendly smile as your mom already pulled you into her side and gushed to the other mothers about how thankful she was to have a daughter or something along those lines. Your mother spoke but you avoided Mrs Kim’s eyes completely, while flashes of last night kept running through your mind.

“How about you gym buffs finish up and we’ll meet for lunch later” Mrs Qian spoke even though she knew her husband would rather join in on spa treatments than play any form of sport.

“Why are we doing sports on a vacation again ?” Kun Qian sighed as Johnny shoved a racket in his hands. “Come on now Kun, you gotta look good for Mrs over here” Johnny winked as Mrs Qian giggled shyly. Johnny Suh was truly a menace for any married woman.

“Well I'm guessing you're going to sweat it out with the boys” your mom fixed the headband on your head and sighed, “My dear daughter thrives on competitive sports, especially when it’s beating her own dad in them.”

“Not this time honey, I'm feeling lucky” your dad ended with his infamous catchphrase before he’d probably rage quit later on.

“Alright so I’ll be playing basketball with the fit young guys” Johnny threw his arms around both Jaemin and Chenle who both looked enthused by this idea. “Sure then I guess Kun, Doyoung, y/n and I will head to the squash courts” your father saluted Johnny as he began making his way to the back of the gym where a row of brightly lit squash courts lined up.

“Are we playing singles or doubles ?” Doyoung asked as he grabbed a baseball cap to push away the loose strands that fell over his forehead. He was pretty composed for someone who was literally fucking you raw on a beach a few good hours ago. You wondered what was going through his mind now that you showed up to his invitation.

“Doubles, my daughter and I verse you and Kun” your father called over an employee to bring over a few iced bottles of water. Your father suggested a round with each opponent and tally the score after.

Everyone agreed to the plan and you had your first round with Kun who was a pleasant opponent that always complimented your serves no matter how lazy they were eventually becoming. You liked Kun. He was such a good husband and father that you believed he truly set a standard for men everywhere. You always wondered how he even dealt with your father and his erratic friends but clearly it never bothered him.

“I'm going to talk your father into a quick foot spa before we get onto the next round” Kun said cheekily and you smiled sweetly as the two of you stepped into the hallway for the opponent swap.

“Did she go easy on you Kun ?” Your dad came over and high-fived you while Doyoung rolled his eyes. “Well you'd have to bet that she destroyed Kun after the beating I gave you” he said, the cockiness yet again in his voice drove your arousal.

“We both did just fine” Kun snapped back, “I'm just going to rest up a bit before the next round if you are planning on drinking tonight again.”

“Okay old man,” your dad conceded and followed Kun, “You guys coming with or going on with the game ?”

Doyoung waved his hand, “I know you two will never come back and I need to get my fitness in, go ahead.” He waited until the hallway was clear and followed you inside one of the courts in silence. There was tension in the air now that he was finally alone with you.

As soon as he was certain the two of you were alone Doyoung backed you up against the corner of court, a blind spot from both the entrance, hallway and the cameras above. He exhaled deeply as he grabbed onto your thigh, pushing your legs apart and settling his own leg in between for you to nestle on his toned thigh. His slender fingers ghosted up your body until his thumb brushed over your pouty lips, awaiting to meet his.

“I thought about you all night” he whispered before leaning in and peppered kisses along your jawline. He smelled exquisite, and  you had no idea that you were already unconsciously rubbing your heat up and down his thigh.

“Why’d you ask to meet here?” you whimpered into his touch, “we could get caught very easily.” Doyoung silenced you by pressing his lips against yours passionately, moaning into the kiss as he slipped his tongue inside and wrapped his hand around your neck ever so delicately.

“I thought I’d be able to control myself in a public setting and we could sneak out after, but I can't help myself” Doyoung pushed you harder onto his thigh and snaked his hand around you to grab onto your ass. He seemed way less in control than the first two times you two were in a situation like this. It was so out of his character to be the one to initiate such intimacy especially when his family were literally just a stroll down the hallway.

Doyoung had worked himself up to the point you thought he was going to recreate the golf incident  but something quickly brought him to his senses and he immediately stepped back and neatened himself while his eyes shifted to the entrance of the court.

“What’s going on ?” you frowned and looked into the empty hallway and back to the man who just had his tongue down your throat a few seconds ago.

“We cant do this, what the fuck this is just..its too much!” he was pacing the court and biting on his nail as if sanity had just hit him.

You groaned in frustration and gained some sort of composure before approaching the older man. “Are you serious right now ? you can't just do that and then tell me youre chickening out” you spoke in a low voice obviously frustrated that he was still so indecisive regardless of what had happened last night.

“Everytime I see you it's like I throw away my morals and then reality just…hits me” Doyoung frowned and his words really pissed you off, rightfully so.

“So what am I huh ? someone you can use until reality just hits you ?” you snapped back feeling your face heat up, “I have feelings too you know and I thought I made it very clear last night.”

Doyoung became stoic. You watched him grab a racket and ball from the floor as he got into position on the other end of the court.

“Let's Play” he said in a cold tone.

“Youre fucking unbelievable” you cursed and pushed open the clear door making your way back to your bungalow and as far away from Kim Doyoung as you possibly could. You hated that for him it was purely just physical and you had to deal with the emotional side to all of this. You had no idea how much you liked him until his attention drifted from you, until he was showing some affection to his wife or when he was just purely existing in the same space as you.

You hated it. You absolutely hated having feelings for Kim Doyoung.

You spent most of the day locked up in your room, catching up your best friend on the whole ordeal to which she just said ‘find someone new to fuck with and get over it’. It was easier said than done. Jeno was completely out of the question seeing as he was the son of the man you were trying to get over. Most of the employees were annoying frat boys and you weren't sure if any man would be able to satisfy you the way Mr Kim did.

“Honey get ready, we're having dinner at the Greek place tonight” your mother called from downstairs and you inwardly groaned. What was with these people and doing almost everything together. Sighing you got ready anyway because missing a dinner would not only have your parents nagging you about it you’d also be letting Doyoung know that the quarrel you had earlier was a lot more serious than you wanted him to think.

You needed him to know that you didn't care and you were going to be the one to move on. Pulling out your Versace black cocktail dress or the revenge couture collection as your friend calls it, you made your way  down to dinner making sure to keep your head up high and your attention off Mr Kim entirely.

You hoped.

“You guys finally made it” Johnny Suh’s voice boomed from the grand table that was set up on the fairy lit private deck at the back of the quaint restaurant. You began making your way over to your friends when you noticed an extra man had now joined the festivities and boy was he something.

He looked around your age, dressed in Prada with his hair slicked back which emphasised his sculpted face with the prettiest set of dimples you'd ever seen. His eyes immediately locked with yours as you took the seat across him and his lips curled into a friendly smile.

“Good evening everyone” you greeted and Sungchan quickly cleared his throat and gestured at the man seated next to him. “y/n this is my older brother Jaehyun, Jae this is y/n” he introduced the two of you and the man reached over the table to shake your hand.

“You're the infamous y/n then” he smiled, his voice was low and utterly charming.

“Infamous ?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “the beautiful heir to this luxurious resort, best believe you're talked about.”

You blushed at his words ignoring the irrelevant comment from Haechan and continued getting to know Johnny Suh’s other nephew, a true god sent distraction from Kim Doyoung. The two of you spoke for hours. You learnt that Jaehyun was an up and coming actor, and his family were in the textile industry. His hobbies were photography and collecting vinyls from his favourite artists all the way down to his great grandfather's favourites. You also learnt he frequented Milan for fashion shows, and it was his favourite city in the world. A place he already offered to give you a personal tour of.

“You know I heard that he goes to Milan just to fuck these old rich women” Haechan whispered as the two of you snuck around the back of the resort for a smoke.

“Why would he need to, he’s too rich to be a sugar baby” you rolled your eyes and drew in the freshly lit cigarette.

“Bro is just a milf hunter, it gives him bragging rights and those cougars love it” Haechan grabbed the cigarette from your fingers and brought it up to his own lips. You peaked around the corner and watched as Jaehyun conversed with the rest of the men, laughing along with their jokes. He looked so innocent compared to the perverse things you were now hearing about him.

“Probably runs in the family, streets already calling him Johnny Suh’s prodigy” Haechan ashed out the cigarette and used a tester cologne to mask the smell.

“God he is so hot though, you think he could retire milf hunting for just one night ?” you smirked as the two of you made your way back up to the restaurant. Haechan gave you a pat on the back as he followed your gaze back to Jaehyun.

“If he’s anything like his uncle he probably already fantasised you underneath him during dinner.”

All the scandalous chats with Haechan and the obvious flirting with Jaehyun completely grabbed your attention from Doyoung and you almost forgot about the argument earlier on. You took the opportunity to steal a glance but to your surprise his eyes were already on you and he barely bothered to look away. His stare was dark as he twirled his whiskey glass in his hand and ignored the conversations that were happening around him.

“Honey the girls and I are all packed and off to the overnight spa” His wife interrupted his stare and he gave her a sweet smile and never bothered to share his plans for the night. That's the kind of relationship they had. No questions, no suspicions, just a facade for the friends and family that everything was perfect.

The ladies said goodbye to their tipsy husbands and thanks to your white lie that you already spent time at the spa the previous night you got away scot free from the outing. Haechan, Chenle and Sungchan decided to hang out at the arcade with Jaemin following close behind, seeing as you hadn't paid him any attention thanks to the appearance of Jaehyun. Which meant it was just you, Jaehyun and your father’s friends still lingering around the restaurant and bar for the rest of the night.

“So y/n what do you guys do for fun around here ?” Jaehyun shot back the last of his drink and leaned back into his seat looking so goddamn inviting.

“Well,” you held up your glass, “we drink, we play sports nobody cares about and we complain about our embarrassing parents.” Jaehyun followed your eyes to your father doing his best impression of what looked like the moonwalk and chuckled.

“Hey he’s pretty good!” he mused while you shook your head and stood up.

“You wanna get out of here?”

You and Jaehyun strolled around the empty courtyards as all the restaurants started packing up for the night. The summer night finally began cooling down and Jaehyun’s body seemingly got closer as the two of you walked around aimlessly.

“Why don't we take a little pitstop?” Jaehyun smirked and pulled you behind one of the restaurants where both of you were out of sight to onlookers. You could tell he was an expert in these circumstances, he definitely was a man who always got what he wanted.

Consensually of course.

“I heard something about you” you bit down on your lip as he began giving you butterfly kisses along your jaw and down the nape of your neck. Jaehyun hummed as you felt him smirk against your skin. “Hmmm and what did you hear about me ?”

“That you’re a milf hunter” you giggled as he licked the weak spot he found just under your ear. Jaehyun pulled back and an amused smile spread across his face. “A milf hunter ?” he repeated your words as if it was the first time he was accused of such.

“I mean I generally meet older women,” he added, “but I don't actively search for….milfs.”

“So I'm not just a second choice for tonight then ?” you mused, pulling him back to your body by his half buttoned dress shirt. Jaehyun licked his lips as he stared down at you and his large hands massaged your thighs while you moaned in his touch.

“I came all this way after Sungchan sent me pictures of you guys hanging out, baby i'm here because of you” Jaehyun lifted your face to bring you into a deep sensual kiss that figuratively and literally had you weak at the knees. The kiss was amazing but it was still sub par in comparison to Mr Kim. Jaehyun was a lot like the guys you've met at country clubs and student events. They were all drop dead gorgeous but lacked the experience, the class you craved. The type that came natural to someone like Kim Doyoung.

God you were thinking about him while another man, your rebound was practically worshipping you right now.

“You wanna come back to my place ? my uncle won't say anything” Jaehyun asked in between breathy kisses while he tried to hike your dress up for better access.

You ran through the pros and cons of the indefinite possibility that Johnny Suh’s big mouth might spill your escapades to your father despite his nephew trusting him this much. The only pros you could think of were getting fucked by Jeong Jaehyun and possibly getting over Mr Kim.

Possibly.

While you were in a mini dilemma Doyoung’s mind was a mess. He obviously couldn't let go of how you had left him at the squash court earlier and secondly how you spent the majority of your night with Johnny Suh’s promiscuous nephew. He downed another round of brandy, wincing at the taste while his friends fooled around on the roulette tables.

With a free night away from his wife and the happy hallmark family agenda Doyoung assumed it was finally the night to let loose. But all he could think about was you and where you were right now. What were you doing ? Did you not want him anymore upon meeting Jaehyun ?

“Need a top up ?” Johnny tapped Doyoung’s shoulder and the dark haired man nodded and held out his glass. “Hey you good ? my man you’re free tonight be happy!” Johnny cheered but his smile turned into a frown when Doyoung just appeared more stressed than usual. “Hey is this about..” Johnny turned to look at your father, making sure he was at a good distance from the conversation, “y/n ?”

Doyoung nodded and Johnny sighed.

“It happened, we went too far and now all I can think about is my wife and my son,” Doyoung sighed, staring at the brown liquid in his glass. “I truly fucked up.”

“You know what's fucked up ? you and this trainwreck of a marriage” Johnny scoffed, irked at the fact that he had to have this conversation about his friend’s failed relationship once again. “She is not the reason your marriage is not working, honestly she has nothing to do with your marriage regardless.”

“I know I know” Doyoung responded and sipped his drink, “I just cant get her out of my mind.”

“My advice is spend actual time with her, not these little sneaky one hour sessions and see how you feel after” Johnny suggested and Doyoung was quite surprised that the advice Johnny had given wasn't a total waste of time.

“If you're genuinely interested in another woman, it will make signing those divorce papers much easier, that's all i'm saying” Johnny concluded and topped up his own glass with the remainder of brandy.

“What about her family, Jaemin God what would everyone say if-”

“We will get to that when it's serious enough” Johnny interrupted before Doyoung dug himself into more worries. “For now just figure out if you're finally ready to call it quits.”

Doyoung decided to take a walk to clear his mind and ponder on the advice Johnny had given him earlier. He knew very well that his marriage was pretty much doomed a few years back but he hated that he stuck around to the point where he felt guilty to be the first one to bring up a divorce. What was even worse was that during a conflict over dinner some time back Jeno had come up to him and told him he’d be okay if it happened and it was better than both of them pretending to be happy for other people.

It was that very conversation that prompted Doyoung to have the phone call with Johnny, ready to begin the divorce  process but his sudden interest in you made him retract it. He felt insane. Careless. He made himself believe that he was only interested because he was unhappy in his marriage.

But of course that was never the case. You were different.

Doyoung stepped down into the courtyard and just as he was about to retreat he caught a glimpse of your figure that was partially lit by the overhead light of the restaurant. You were up against a wall, pinned against it by Jaehyun as he ravished your neck with kisses and you grabbed onto him for dear life enjoying every second of it.

Doyoung felt his body heat up at the sight of you with another man. He had never experienced that amount of jealousy and just pure anger up until this moment. Did he have a reason to be ? no. Could he have walked away and allowed you to do whatever you wanted seeing as you weren't his ? yes.

Was he going to ? not likely.

“Sorry, uhm Jaehyun ?” Doyoung cleared his throat causing you and Jaehyun to quickly move out of the shadows and gain some composure. Doyoung’s presence made you roll your eyes as Jaehyun approached his uncle’s friend unaware of the tension between the two of you.

“Oh hey Mr Kim” Jaehyun grinned and Doyoung’s jaw tightened as he took in your lipstick stains all over Jaehyun’s swollen lips and neck.

“Your uncle…He is looking for you…probably needs help getting back home seeing as Sungchan is preoccupied at the moment” Doyoung reported as his eyes briefly met yours.

Jaehyun looked back at you and shrugged. “Hey my offer is still open” he winked and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before moving his lips to your ear, “if you still want me just knock on my bungalow.”

You watched him say his goodbyes to Doyoung before quickly disappearing into the resort in search of his uncle and began your own journey home before you were interjected.

“y/n..” he held onto your wrist as you looked up at him.

“What ? you want to take over from where Jaehyun left off hmm ?” you raised your eyebrow, “you want to use me for about twenty minutes and go back to your happily married life ?”

Doyoung chewed on his bottom lip and exhaled deeply. “Look,” he began, taking a step forward, “I apologise for making you feel that way but please understand that was never my intention. I would never hurt you or purposefully disregard your feelings y/n” he loosened his hold on your wrist and caressed your cheek.

“A Lot of it is overwhelming but I've never done this before and  you're not just some random hook up y/n, believe it or not I actually like you” Doyoung’s words made your cheeks heat up, not completely sure how to react to his confession.

“Now listen,” he continued, “I had time to think about it and If we're both on the same page that it's not just a physical attraction then I want to spend time getting to know you better.”

“But how would we-”

“I managed to get an extra room up at the hotel away from the bungalows and I'll schedule myself free time for ‘business meetings’ throughout the day for us to hang out” He answered by pulling out a hotel keycard as evidence.

“How did you get a room isn't it at all suspicious that you're not at your bungalow ?” you frowned, still trying to process everything he was suddenly offering you.

“Y/n, me sleeping in a different room let alone a different suite altogether than my wife is not all that surprising to anyone around me” he admitted as he stuffed the keycard back into his pocket.

“If your little white lies work as well as you say they do then this should be a breeze right ?”

Your head was muddled and you wondered if he was being genuine about getting to know you or just stringing you along until he had another guilt trip fiasco. You needed some type of leverage to not only save your feelings but to also prove that he was in this for real this time.

“If you change your mind and for whatever reason decide ‘this is too much’ during the rest of the vacation  i'm going to come clean to both your wife and Jeno” you folded your arms and stood your ground.

“Sure, you have every right to” Doyoung answered, quicker than you expected him to. “Even though I will be going through a divorce in the possible future, if there is truly something between us, I'll sign the papers as soon as the vacation is over.” His words gave you goosebumps. He was absolutely serious. He was ready to go all in ?

You looked up into his almond eyes and nodded. “Deal.”

The next two weeks were probably some of the best moments of your life. Not only could you indulge in mind blowing sex with Doyoung but the two of you started to develop a genuine emotional relationship through your scandalous affair.

“What’s with this obsession with Greece y/n ?” Doyoung brushed the wet hair from your face as the two of you soaked your naked bodies in the spa bath of his hotel room.

“I love Greek mythology” you shrugged, “from the time my dad took me over there in elementary school, I had a school project on a Percy Jackson book” you giggled.

“I didn’t care much for the fantasies of Percy Jackson until I saw the real thing in Athens, it took my young breath away.”

Doyoung listened to your little story as he always did while watching the water droplets cascade down your shoulders and disappear into the soapy water. He finally felt relaxed for the first time in God knows how long.

You noticed you were babbling on and turned around to face him, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Are you daydreaming about screwing me while I was talking about a treasured memory ?” You raised your brow and Doyoung chuckled.

“Well I wasn’t thinking of it until you mentioned it just now”

You pulled him into a deep sensual kiss as you settled into his lap and sighed as he wrapped his delicate hands around your waist. Doyoung moved his lips down to your neck and nibbled on the sensitive skin, smirking when you moaned out his name. He loved hearing you praise him.

“Baby let’s move this to the bed” he whispered into your ear before pulling you out of the tub and quickly dried the two of you up before carrying you over to his bedroom.

“Someone wants to take his time tonight” you hummed and Doyoung gave your thigh a quick smack, ordering you to get on your stomach.

“That ass has been grinding up against me for the past hour and I can’t help but want to get a piece of it” his words made you wet in an instant as you slowly arched your back, giving him what he wanted.

Doyoung’s fingers danced across your spine and with his index finger he pressed into your core, sticking his tongue in his cheek as you already begged him for more. “Does my Angel want a little more?” He asked innocently as his second finger came in contact with your clit.

“Please more” was all you could say and Doyoung granted your wish, pushing two digits into your core and feeling your core clench around him. You loved when he took his time but you hated that you couldn’t last long when he did. You were already feeling an orgasm building way too early and quickly reached for his fingers and pulled away.

Doyoung chuckled darkly behind you and realised you weren’t going to hold on for long tonight and began lining up his member and pushing deep inside you. He sighed as you let out a gasp and gripped onto the bed sheets as he moved in and out of you in a brisk movement.

“That feels so good Mr Kim” you mewled, knowing it drives him insane in the best way possible when you refer to him formally in this type of setting.

Doyoung grabbed a fistful of your hair as he pounded into you. Your back arched in the best possible way for him to find your sweet spot. You were going delirious with ecstasy as his cold fingers moved to your throat and squeezed lightly. He was a professional in knowing what made you weak at this point.

“Come for me my Angel” Doyoung spoke between strokes and you could hear in the strain of his voice that he was close too.

Doyoung bit down on his lip as he watched you draw circles on your clit to help you finish. You were completely fucked out and he loved looking at you weak under his touch. Your pants became faster and Doyoung held on a little longer so you could cum all over him before pulling out of you and brought your mouth to his tip.

“Open up pretty” he swiped his thumb over your quivering lip and slipped his throbbing cock into your mouth until he finally came undone. Doyoung watched you swallow every bit of him until he was completely cleaned up and he stroked your head in satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

The next day you had plans with all the moms while Doyoung attended a few meetings with his friends. Everything was finally running smoothly until what you had feared most had already begun stirring.

Jaemin got a text from his mother to retrieve her ipad from his father’s suite, where she assumed it would be considering her husband only hired the suite for work related activities. Jaemin showed his identification to the hotel and headed up to the room until he realised that he didn't have keycard access. Mentally cursing himself he pulled out his phone in order to text his father until he heard a trolley park behind him.

“You need access to your dad’s room bro ?” the young bellboy smiled and held up the employee master key.

“Yeah thanks man” Jaemin nodded and watched the boy open the room for him and disappear down the hallway.

Jaemin stepped into the apartment and he immediately had an unsettling feeling fill his chest. From the unmade bed to the alcohol and chocolates spread across the coffee table, this looked a whole lot more than a ‘work suite’. Brushing it off knowing his parents have their issues anyway Jaemin began searching for the ipad. He slumped into the couch and looked in the crevices until he pulled out a very interesting piece of material.

“What the fuck ?” Jaemin murmured as he inspected the lingerie until the set started looking familiar to him. There was no way he thought. His heart began racing as he looked around the room once more and everything started to make sense. Your favourite chocolate, your favourite champagne left on the table. There was a new edition of Vogue magazine laying on the floor, the same one he saw you with at the pool the other morning.

Jaemin felt lightheaded. Who was he mad at more? Was it you ? the girl he was sleeping with just before the summer break or his father. The man that raised him and the man he respected. He was angry but reality hit when he realised he couldn't react.  He couldn't  cause a scene amongst the hundreds of socialites that could probably ruin his university reputation. This was how their lives worked. Everything needed to get buried before anyone outside their circle found out.

Jaemin sucked in a deep breath and left the room in silence. He needed to discuss this with the only person who could bury this messy affair.

His father.

While you were blissfully unaware of the shitstorm that was about to come, you happened to bump into Jaehyun and Mr Suh in one of the conference room lobbies. Both of them smiled down at you giving you an uneasy feeling that you couldn't explain.

“Looking for someone?” Johnny Suh smirked annoyingly.

“M-my father” you lied, “where is he ?”

“I think I saw him head over to the pool bar with Kun” Jaehyun draped his arm over your shoulder and escorted you very far from a confused Kim Doyoung who had just joined his friend Johnny Suh. The more you seemed to converse with Jaehyun the more awkward things had become. Since the night you made out with him you ofcourse cut it off after your deal with Doyoung, but you wondered why Jaehyun never bothered to question your sudden disinterest in him. He just moved on. You greeted him during dinners and said goodbyes when he left, that was about it.

“So where do you disappear to at odd hours during the day y/n ?” Jaeyhun brought you over to a table, pulling your chair close to him.

“You expect me to hang around Haechan and friends ? no thank you” you scoffed and Jaehyun stuck his tongue into his cheek and shook his head.

“You never answer my question sweetheart”

“Is it any of your business ?” you raised a brow and you hated the smug smile that spread across Jaehyun’s face. Him getting you heated probably got him off or something.

Jaehyun leaned in and you caught a whiff of his overpowering Tom Ford perfume. “I know you’re fucking Mr Kim so cut the innocent act” he smirked, enjoying seeing the fear that now filled your eyes. There was no point in denying since he probably found out from his loud mouth uncle who Doyoung admitted to letting in on your little secret.

“Like I said, that’s none of your business” you kept your cool, waving at a waiter to order something strong to keep your nerves down.

Jaehyun politely waited until your order was received and again leaned in close enough to make you tense up.

“Let me cut to the chase here y/n” Jaehyun began, “this little secret might be the juiciest story in the last few years and if it gets out your dad’s reputation, Mr Kim’s reputation…”

“Nothing is going to happen because no one is going to find out” you cut him off. Jaehyun raised his brow as if you just challenged him.

“Help me out and I’ll keep your dirty little secret” he leaned back in his chair and smiled as the waiter brought over your drinks. You glanced over Jaehyun, trying to figure out what he could possibly want when he practically had it all.

“Remember I mentioned that the only reason I’m here is because of you” Jaehyun sipped his drink, “well turns out there’s a lot of perks in dating the heir of this resort.”

“Oh really like what ?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“There’s this film I want to star in and the director is obsessed with wanting to come to this resort during these ridiculous networking vacations” Jaehyun explained, “Now I don’t have the power and neither does my uncle have a say as to who gets an invite, only your dad.”

You frowned as you tried following what he was getting at.

“Why can’t I just tell my dad to invite the guy why do I have to be dating you ?”

Jaehyun sighed and placed an arm around your waist. “Wouldn’t it be just romantic ?” He smiled, “y/n and Jeong Jaehyun met at her fathers resort and now she’s accompanying him to the Cannes film festival officially as his girlfriend.”

“You’re delusional” you rolled your eyes.

“And you’re fucking your boy toy’s father let’s not play the morality scale here sweetheart” he smirked and honestly you wished you could punch him in the face.

“Remember, your fathers entire empire could come crashing down” he added and you felt a shudder go down your spine.

“..how can I be so sure you won’t say anything after the festival is over?” You asked in a small voice. This felt like a dead end situation.

Jaehyun pulled out an envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of you.

“My uncles a lawyer and I’ll make sure this little agreement between the two of us stays equal and authentic, no fine print.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. One minute you were in paradise with Doyoung and now you’re in a law and order episode with Jaehyun. But you couldn’t risk it. Not for Mr Kim and definitely not for your parents. Image was absolutely everything in this socialite world and one little mistake could ruin it all.

“What were the two of you planning to do after he divorced his wife anyway ? Get married ?” Jaehyun chuckled dryly beside you.

That was another question that always kept you up at night. Yes he was going to divorce his wife and be with you but the two of you could never go public. Your parents would be livid plus the press would have a field day. You could be dropped in university for your actions, the sin count was endless.

Maybe there was no happy ending after all.

You signed Jaehyuns agreement and decided to retire to your bungalow before contacting Doyoung about everything that had just happened. This may even be the last night you could spend with him.

While you were wrapped in your own thoughts Jaemin watched as his father got ready for the dinner party your father was hosting tonight. Everyone was invited but Jaemin already felt sick to his stomach that he’d have to be in the presence of both you and his father.

“Dad, are you almost ready ?” He knocked on the door as he watched his father scramble for a necktie.

“Yeah yeah almost done son” Doyoung chuckled as he finally picked one out, “gotta look good for the last big dinner here.”

Jaemin leaned against the door frame as he watched his father spruce himself up. He actually never noticed how much his mood had changed since they had arrived. He was dressing nicer, he was smiling more and honestly just felt like his old self again.

Jaemin couldn’t stand that he knew the reason for his fathers happiness.

“Okay let’s head out!” Doyoung draped his arm over his son's shoulder as he met his wife at the entrance and they made their way over to the grand dinner party.

All the investors were there and it seemed like they kicked off the drinking festivities quite early as the restaurant was brimming with lively chatter and clinking of glasses. You decided that despite your sombre mood you’d still dress for the occasion and stepped out in a lacy Versace midi dress that you had been saving for the end of the trip.

“Hey y/n that milf hunter has been lookin- wow you look great!” Haechan’s eyes widened as he took a second to look at you.

“Thanks Haechan, who knew you’d be the least hated person on my trip this year” you nudged him playfully.

“Character development” he winked before realising what he came over for, “oh I was saying that Jae-“

“Hello y/n '' Jaehyun approached you in a Prada custom, you figured at this point he was probably sponsored since that's the only brand he wore the entire trip.

“Hi Jaehyun” you forced a smile as he gestured for you to take his arm. Your stomach churned as you watched him flash that gorgeous smile to all your fathers elite guests, all the older women gushing and giggling when he acknowledged their existence.

“What’s going on with your brother and y/n?” Chenle asked Sungchan who just shrugged as he was just as confused as the rest of them. Jaemin was especially confused. Could he have been wrong about the woman his father had seen ?

Doyoung was a bit distracted by all the guests but he managed to catch a little glimpse of you when you were being introduced to a board member by your father.

You looked breathtaking and he couldn’t wait to tell you that. He wished he could just steal you away just for a minute and have you all to himself. He wanted to pepper your skin with soft kisses and tell you how beautiful you were. He wanted to show you off to everyone here that you were his.

But Doyoung’s smile faded when he saw Jaehyun slip beside you and his hand was placed on the small of your back as he joined the conversation. Jaehyun was behaving differently. He was attached to your side and now he had the distaste of watching Jaehyun press his lips against your cheek.

“Whatever he is doing I am not involved” Doyoung snapped out of trance to Johnny's voice beside him. The taller man offered him a whiskey as they watched the scene from a distance.

“I thought you said he’s not interested in her,” Doyoung said as he winced at the taste of his whiskey.

“You know how these kids are” Johnny shrugged, “one day they’re fighting next day they’re fucking like rabbits.”

Doyoung shook his head at Johnny's crude words as he continued to observe the strange interaction. That was until Jaehyun had locked eyes with him and he sent him a wink.

God he knew.

“You told your nephew ?” Doyoung pulled Johnny aside who was still pretty much oblivious to everything that was unfolding.

“Told him what ?”

“What do you mean! You know what” Doyoung shot back the rest of his whiskey in frustration. “Johnny, did you tell your indecent moronic nephew about y/n and I ?”

Johnny thought about it for a second and then raised his hands in defence. “He must have overheard me on the phone or maybe I….mentioned it while I was drunk.”

“You’re unbelievable” Doyoung spat and shoved the glass into Johnny's hands before making his way out onto the terrace for a breath of fresh air.

Meanwhile you finally found an excuse to get away from Jaehyun who decided that his next target for the night was some film star from the 80s that he wanted as a mentor. You walked out into the courtyard and blew out a sigh of relief that you were finally free from that place.

“Y/n….”

You looked back and noticed Doyoung was making his way down from another exit, probably sick of this party as well. You were so happy to see him finally, he’s the only person you wanted to see tonight. Doyoung moved down a path that was dimly lit and away from anyone at the party and waited until you were able to make your way over to him.

“Doyoung” you practically ran into his arms as the two of you  embraced tightly under the moonlit sky. You didn’t want to let him go. Especially after everything that had happened earlier on.

“y/n what is going on?” He asked with concern as he studied your face.

“That bastard ugh” you cursed, “Jaehyun knows about us and now he’s blackmailing me into dating him for some film feature.”

Doyoung felt a burning sensation in his throat. Having someone like Jaehyun in on the secret meant it was done, it was over for everyone involved.

“Should I talk to him, what he says something after ? I could-“

“No” you replied, pressing your hands to his chest. “He made me sign an agreement that he wouldn’t say anything, as long as I do a few PR couple things for him.”

“This is my fault I should’ve never told Johnny I should’ve -“

“It’s not your fault” you cut him off again, “this relationship we have is complicated and after speaking with Jaehyun I realised that it’s going to be difficult regardless if he knew or not.”

Doyoung licked his lips as he figured what you were getting at. He never thought about how hard it would be to even start seeing you in your day to day life once he was a divorced man. Your father and him might ruin a good business relationship and opportunities for you could be removed based on what the public opinion would be.

“So this ends here then” he said defeatedly as he watched you fight back a few tears.

“I wish it could be different” you replied and looked up into his comforting eyes. Doyoung leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet and soft, it reminded you of the one night you were able to sleep over and finally fall asleep in his arms.

It wasn’t long until the kiss became intense, and Doyoung had you up against the stone wall pressing his body against yours as he ravished you with kisses. There was absolutely no way the two of you could sneak off so you were okay to get whatever little time the two of you had left. Doyoung pushed up your dress in a hurry as you undid his pants and got into a position that would give him easy access in the short space of time. Groaning as he entered you, Doyoung pushed your hair to the side and left open mouth kisses along your neck and jawline as he pounded into you, a few feet from your father’s dinner party.

“Doyoung I can't hold on any longer” you panted as you chased your orgasm. Doyoung planted a soft kiss on your cheek before quickening his pace and his soft whispers made you weak at the knees.

“Baby i'm going to fill you up and don't you worry this won't be the last time, I promise” he grunted until he finally released inside of you and quickly grabbed hold of your waist to help your balance. That was probably one of the best orgasms of your life and you wondered if you’d ever feel something  like that ever again.

“Did you mean it ?” you asked in a soft voice as Doyoung helped you neaten up.

“That it won't be the last ?”

You nodded and he cupped your face with his large hands, smiling down at you.

“It's tough right now, but after things begin to settle we can try going on a little private vacation, just you and me” he promised with a kiss on your forehead, “look at it this way, being apart for a while will just build excitement to seeing each other again.”

You chuckled and nodded once more, softly embracing him before realising it was probably time to get back to the party. As you walked away you felt a lump develop in your throat because while his gesture was sweet, you honestly had no idea if you'd see him like this again. Doyoung shared your exact sentiments and only said what he said to give you a piece of mind.

He watched you walk off and decided to go in the opposite direction to use an alternate entrance when he noticed Jaemin had been sitting slumped on the terrace chair watching him make his way over.

“Son, what are you doing here?” Doyoung cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pocket to appear less nervous.

“Where were you dad ?” Jaemin deadpanned.

“I was..I was just-”

“How long have you been seeing y/n ?” Jaemin looked up at him and Doyoung’s chest felt heavy as his son looked at him with such disgust in his eyes.

“Jaemin what are you talking-”

“Look,” Jaemin cut his father off, “I went to your hotel room and figured it out, I didn't tell anyone and I don't plan to because I don't want to be embarrassed.”

Doyoung sighed and it felt like his entire world just crashed once more. From being a shitty husband the last thing on earth he ever wanted to be was a shitty father. He was selfish because he was unhappy in his marriage but not once did he consider how Jaemin would feel if, when he found out.

“I'm so sorry Jaemin, I really am and don't worry it started and ended on this trip” Doyoung tried to reassure the boy. “I made a huge fucking mistake because-”

“You wanted out of your marriage” Jaemin sighed and Doyoung nodded with guilt. Jaemin chuckled bitterly and looked off into the distance. “What’s more annoying is that Ive never seen you happier you know, I just assumed it was being away from the office.”

Doyoung listened intently as Jaemin shared his sentiments. “I cant believe the reason you had to suffer and stay in this awful marriage was probably because of me” Jaemin frowned and looked back at his dad, “Of course I hate that it was y/n but dad please live for yourself, I can't stand this person you have become in the last few years.”

Jaemin’s words surprised Doyoung but he hated that he didn't want him to think that you were the sole purpose for his new found joy. Being free was the root of his happiness and being with someone like you made him feel free.

“Look son, firstly us staying together was our choice and I apologise that you felt guilty for my change in character, that is not your fault and never will be” Doyoung reassured him and placed his hand on Jaemin’s shoulder, “y/n have ended what we have and shes with…Jaehyun now, don't worry about it okay?”

Doyoung would rather use Jaehyun’s blackmail to avert all attention all together and in turn that part of the deal seems more realistic and eventually everybody is happy. Almost everyone.

Jaemin felt a sense of calm that the affair was over and that you were moving on. He obviously hated Jaehyun but it was better to bury all of this and for it to never be revisited ever again.

“Okay cool” Jaemin finally said, “God I hate this resort.”

“That makes two of us.”

Back at the party you were practically on autopilot, doing the rounds of small talk with all of your father’s guests to distract your mind from Doyoung. This was what being a socialite was all about. Your lives were a mess just like anybody else but the media could only show the good side of it. The lavish parties, the power couples, the perfect children with the perfect grades.

That's all it ever was and will ever be.

The next day all bags packed you had your father’s closest circle had a grand breakfast then gathered in the lobby for the last goodbye.

“What a time huh?” Johnny Suh bellowed as he shook your father’s hand, “next time at the Maldives resort ?”

Were not fishing your drunk body out of the ocean Johnny” your father quipped as the two of them laughed in unison. You said your goodbyes to Chenle whose father was already rushing them into their car.

“Mr Qian is a true airport dad” Haechan shook his head.

“What is he late for ? He literally owns a private jet” Sungchan added.

You smiled as Jaehyun came over, you really played up the fake girlfriend thing because you had no idea what the psychopath was capable of next.

“Aw look at you, so sad to see me go” Jaehyun pouted as he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

“Hmm so sad” you gritted your teeth as you pulled him into a hug that involved a cheeky pinch to his side which only made him laugh. Jaehyun pressed his lips to your cheek and slipped his hand down to your lower back.

“Be a good girl now and I’ll be seeing you in New York next week” Jaeyhun smirked and made his way out with Sungchan and his uncle.

Jaemin shuffled awkwardly as it was now just your family, his and Lee Haechan. He watched as you and his father paid each other no mind as if nothing has or ever happened between the two of you. Doyoung tipped an employee that loaded their car and waited until his family had finished their goodbyes.

“Oh please do come to the next vacation, it was a pleasure having you” your mom hugged the Kims before Mrs Kim, her son and Haechan jumped into the vehicle.

“Yes Doyoung don't you dare go off and work in solitude like you always do” your father gave him a firm handshake.

“We shall see what the future holds,” Doyoung smiled before coming over to you. He almost felt like a stranger again with the way he stood his distance and held out his hand to you.

“I hope when you're not too busy we can play golf again” He smiled and you felt your heart flutter.

“I’ll let you know when my schedule is free Mr Kim.”

The End

[mcufan72]

Cold winter afternoons, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 13

Chapter 12

18+/ adult themes/ talking/ fluff/ angst/ smut

Warnings: smutty smut (you all know what that means), unprotected sex, soft!dom/sub vibes/ slight breeding kink/ mentions of blood (not graphic), talking about death and immortality, self-deprecation, angsty vibes, fluff

A/N: I've never been to Norway but I'm planning to go on a vacation there soon. I did a little research on Norwegian landscapes, including the times of sundowning there. I'm also a hobby astronomer (not to be confused with astrology!! I watch the stars and planets, but I don't read them!!)

As always, all places are fictionalized and exist only in my head. I hope you all love some stargazing with Loki…and it's a long chapter again… I just can't write short ones;)

One week later you two were on your flight to Oslo, Norway. For you, it felt a bit like coming home because you had lived here for several years and you were excited to show Loki all your favorite places. You stayed for a few days in the city and did some sightseeing and shopping before you travelled further to the destination where you two would stay and relax for nearly two weeks. On your way to the location, you drove to some fjords and marvelled over the impressive landscapes. You were offered fantastic views of the pristine nature of the environment with its views of rugged rocks and pretty impressive, roaring waterfalls. The roads followed the coastline, big lakes and nice villages along the way.

When you finally arrived at the destination, Mrs Andersson, a cute, nice old lady and owner of the house you had rented for your vacation, welcomed you and Loki warm-heartedly.

"God dag, Mrs y/l/n. Welcome to Norway. I hope you had a good journey. Ahh…and this must be your husband, god dag Mr. Y/l/n."

You looked at each other embarrassed and smiled. Mrs. Andersson felt a bit embarrassed, too.

"We're not married, Mrs. Andersson," you said and gave her a friendly smile.

"Not yet…" and Loki gave you a mischievous sideways glance.

"I'm Loki Laufeyson, god dag Mrs Andersson, hyggelig å mate deg (nice to meet you)," he greeted her in perfect Norwegian and gave an implied kiss to her hand.

Did he just say 'not yet'? You raised an eyebrow and looked at him astonished. He felt you glancing at him and you saw how a small smirk curved his lips. You hadn't expected this of him, not yet though it would be something you might like to be one day, Mrs Laufeyson …Loki's kone (wife).

"Ohhh…you're a perfect gentleman," Mrs. Andersson giggled. "Please forgive an old woman like me for this misunderstanding. You two seem so enamored that I thought your vacation here must be your honeymoon," and she smiled brightly at you and Loki.

After a short introduction to the bungalow, Mrs. Andersson handed you the house keys, said her goodbye, and left. The house you had booked for your vacation was gorgeous and luxurious. It was a wooden lakefront house, with a large winter garden which was a perfect place in bad weather, with private sea access, a private rocky beach, and a jetty. The lodge's interior was modern but wonderfully cozy. Picturesquely framed by rugged mountains the bay offered a fantastic panorama. All in all a small piece of paradise.

You took strolls through nature, and watched eagles surfing the high winds or the ever-shifting colours on the horizon. Enjoying the silence and loneliness while sitting in front of your house or the winter garden was your favourite thing to do and while sundowning, you two loved to sit on the jetty. Swimming naked in the sea, and maybe doing some naughty things there, was another highlight, especially for Loki. He felt free like never before and the temperature of water and air was perfect for him to be your Blueberry. He put a warming-spell on you then, so you could join him longer in the, for you too cold, water. You still used to freeze easily and you knew to appreciate Loki's magical skills. You still hoped you got to see The Northern Lights. It was nearly summer and too late in the year to see them but maybe with a bit of luck it might happen.

One evening after you had finished dinner, Loki refilled your glasses with wine to drink with you outside on the jetty. Like mostly every evening you two would sit there and look over the bay until the sun goes down and the stars are sparkling in the sky. You put the washed plates and cutlery back in the cupboard and drawer and turned around to Loki. He smiled at you with this sexy grin of his and his sky-blue eyes glanced lovingly at you. Why was he always so beautiful, in each of his appearances? And also you would never understand why he always was so super sweet with you.

You couldn't resist kissing his lips, neck and bare chest devotedly. His chest hair, which lurked out of his half-buttoned black shirt, tickled your nose and your hands firmly grabbed his butt which was perfectly hugged by his tight dark grey jeans. Loki chuckled. He knew how much you loved doing that especially when he was kind of 'defenceless' like now because he held his arms sideways, the glasses of wine in his hands. He always enjoyed your devoted, gentle kisses and tender touches.

"Are you coming up, my love?" He murmured into your ear. You placed your hands on his hips and gave him a little peck on his cheek.

"Just a moment, Lo. I just put a sweater on and look for my blanket to cuddle. You go ahead, I'll be right there, okay?" you answered and went to the bedroom.

You wore just a t-shirt and leggings and you knew you would begin to freeze as soon as you were sitting on the jetty. Loki hummed in yes and went barefoot to the jetty, sat down there at the edge of the ridge and waited for you.

His gaze wandered over the bay. He looked at the horizon. The daylight was fading and the moon had already risen and stood pale just above the mountains surrounding the bay. Loki took a sip of his wine and thought about the last days. With you, every day felt good and was full of fun and laughter, fine foods and devoted sex. You two often made excursions in the surrounding area but you also loved to stay at the secluded and private lodge. It was the first time that he had found a place where he could walk around or sit here on the jetty in his natural form whenever he wanted, whenever it felt right for him.

No, you had found this place because you knew that this place here was what you both needed and you, his wonderful queen, continued helping him to accept this 'blueberry' side of him. He also knew how much you loved both of his appearances and he appreciated it. He loved it when you called him 'my blueberry'. It always made him smile because he felt all of your adoration and love when you called him by this nickname. Without you, he would be nothing anymore. You were his destiny, his now, and his tomorrow. You were his most important reason to live. And together you two were already writing new stories.

But today something was different. During dinner, you had been very quiet and he wondered why. He had the feeling, something was bothering you. But he also knew you would tell him what it was. Maybe tonight you would ask him the questions he was awaiting from you you would finally ask.

You needed to talk to him. You shouldn't wait any longer. And this place here, where you both felt utterly safe and comfortable, seemed perfect for this highly needed conversation. Since the night you two had bonded yourselves to each other, you had this indescribable feeling inside of you. It felt like… you could feel what he feels. His happiness, joy, anxieties, sadness… his heartbeat? No, that was impossible. Did he feel the same things?

You had been absolutely sure about what you wanted and you were aware of what you were getting into. But now you had so many questions and the longer you thought about it the more sure you were that you should've asked him beforehand, before you two fixed the bond. You had the feeling that you had made a mistake, a big mistake. You grabbed the warm fluffy blanket and walked outside towards the jetty where Loki was waiting for you.

"Hello handsome."

"Hello, my love. Come here and sit down, I want to hold you in my arms. Your god needs you close to him…I need to feel you!"

You sat down next to him, your legs dangling over the edge like his and he wrapped his arm tightly around your shoulder. He passed you your glass of wine and you took a sip of the red liquid.

"Is everything alright, Snowflake? You've been so quiet today."

"It's nothing, Lo. I'm fine," you answered hesitantly.

"Sure?"

"Hmm Hmm."

"You lie to the god of lies, Snowflake?" He scolded you playfully and a smile curved his lips.

"You have to be careful, my Lady, otherwise I have to punish you," he cooed into your ear.

You laughed lightly and turned your head, your eyes meeting his. As much as you loved his punishment, it had to wait.

"Can we talk, Lo? I…I have some questions."

"Sure, you can ask me everything anytime, my love."

"Okay…I don't know where to start…" you said and bit nervously into your lower lip, your slightly trembling fingers fidgeting with the glass of wine.

"Just ask me, darling, don't be nervous."

"In the night we bonded, Lo I… I had such a strange, indescribable feeling inside of me. I don't know how to explain it… some things feel different since then."

"Does it feel bad for you?" Loki was unsettled and he traced a thumb tenderly over your cheek.

"No…no just … different. Did you feel the same? Do you still feel it like I do?"

Loki smiled. You just have given him the confirmation that you had felt it too in exactly the same moment he did. You were The One. His goddess.

"Yes, Snowflake. I did and I still do! And you've no idea how happy you make me right now. I wasn't sure if you had felt it too. I didn't know it, I could only suppose it."

"So we… we really created the lifelong bond you had told me about?" You asked him with a shaking voice.

"Yes, we did." Loki nodded seemingly relieved, still smiling. For the first time in his life, he had trusted himself and his heart, encouraged by how you treated and loved him and he had made the completely right decision.

"Lifelong… so…as long as I live?"

"As long as we live, Snowflake."

"Wait… you're a thousand years old, right?" You were confused and suddenly you felt dizzy.

"Right!… a little bit older but, yes."

"And you can get … five thousand years old, right?"

"Yeeess, give or take five thousand years, yes…" and he still smiled at you.

"Okay, so I was right when I said, it lasts as long as I live. Look, you know that my life is so much shorter than yours, it's not more than a blink of an eye in comparison with your lifespan. On average I might get eighty-five years old, if things go very well for me… hundred years…perhaps. So when I'm gone you will be free again and you can bond yourself with someone new, right? And I'm absolutely fine with it. You will still have nearly four thousand years to live ahead of you then and I don't want you to be alone when I'm not there anymore and… this thought would really calm me down to know that you can bond yourself to someone else then. I just need your confirmation and your promise that you will do that. And I know, I should've thought about that age-thing earlier, I feel so sorry that I didn't."

Your heart felt a bit lighter, now that you talked with him about it. But his answer was a punch in the gut.

"No, Snowflake. I can't."

"What? You must, Lo. I insist you do that!"

"I can't. Jotuns are like swans, do you remember?"

"You can't be serious, Lo." You were shocked. Did you get him right?

"I'm absolutely serious, darling. I can make this bond only once in my life. Maybe I could find another woman but it would never be the same. And I could never love another woman as much as I love you. You are the love of my life, Snowflake, you're my each and everything. Nothing can change that."

"But what…what did I do to you…?" The dizziness increased and you felt like he had punched the air out of your lungs.

"You did nothing wrong, my love. Everything is perfect," and he gave you his softest smile.

"No, no Loki it's not. What I did was cruel. I banished you to a life of loneliness, to live alone without genuine love when I'll be dead. It's my fault you'll be alone… for an eternity… the rest of your life is an eternity … oh my goodness. I shouldn't have let that happen."

You were desperate and shocked, disgusted by your selfish behaviour. Tears welled up in your eyes and an upcoming panic let you jump to your feet. Loki stood up too, took the glass of wine out of your hand first and put it on the wooden jetty before he held you by your shoulders. It didn't go as expected.

"Snowflake, do you really think, I could live just one single day without you? Do you really think that anyone could ever replace you? That will never happen. I knew from the first time when I saw you in the park that all I want is you. I didn't actually realize it yet back then but…deep inside of my heart I knew it."

"Loki, you cannot …oh shit… I don't want you to be alone when I'm dead…" your sobbing became desperate.

"Who says that I'll be alone then?" He asked you quietly and his hands slid down your arms to yours.

"What? I think I don't understand…"

"The day you die, my love is also the day of my death." He tilted his head a bit and he looked so softly at you that your heart clenched painfully.

"No! No no no no… Loki no…why? Why didn't you stop me? Oh my goodness, why? Why did you let me do this to you?"

"I think, now I don't understand you. What did you say to me by the fireplace back then? …' who loves risk loss' and it's my wish to take this risk. And I'm willing to make sacrifices for our love."

"How can you be so calm and smile so lovingly at me? You should have stopped me. It was me who wanted the Jotun to fuck me…and I encouraged you. I wasn't completely aware of the consequences… the consequences it has for you, Lo. I should've listened more carefully to you and you should've stopped me…"

"Snowflake, I knew exactly what I wanted and what I did. And you did listen carefully, I indignantly asked you if you want to stay with me forever and we talked about how it's a lifelong bond. And I want just you and only you. You always want me to believe that your love for me is unwavering, genuine and endless. And so is my love for you, Snowflake. Do you remember the answer you gave me?"

"Yes, of course, I said I will never leave you, that I want you and that I'll never go, that I'd follow you anywhere …and I was serious and I truly meant what I said. But I've been so horny too and I think my brain wasn't working properly that night. I didn't fully realize the scope of my action…and at the same time, I wanted you so much. My desire for you was like a train I couldn't stop…"

"I know, Snowflake and it was my wish, my decision to bond myself to you. You're not responsible for that. Please don't blame yourself. We belong together and I just want to be together with you and I want to love and protect you."

"Loki you're crazy, you're completely crazy …oh my goodness I think I'm about to freak out… I can't live with this… this guilt. One day you…you will hate me for that."

You withdrew your hands from his and ran back into the house. Helplessly you stood at the kitchen table. You were close to throwing up and tears ran down your cheeks. What have you done? Of course, he was right somehow, for you nothing had changed, except you felt him deeper and your love for him was so much more intense. But for him, everything had changed. You shouldn't have been so selfish. He paid a high price for your desire to get fucked by a Jotun. And there was no way back now.

He will sacrifice his life for you, the love of his life. Without a question, without any condition. And you? You had done nothing for him in return. You had just taken everything from him. You slammed your flattened palms multiple times harshly onto the tabletop until they hurt and you cried until your tears dropped down your cheeks. He would die for you and you just didn't want to admit it. But it was irreversible and now you had to live with that.

But wouldn't you die for him, too? Had you asked him for permission to do so? You knew your answer to this question and Loki had the same right as you to think the same way. You tried to calm down a bit and took the bottle of wine with you and returned to Loki, who sat with outstretched legs on the jetty again, one leg crossed over the other, his glass of wine in his hand. He didn't go after you because he knew you needed a moment alone. Nonetheless, he was afraid you could regret your relationship with him and it might be your wish to end it and leave him. The fear, he would never get rid of.

"I'm sorry for running away, Lo. It was just too much…I was overwhelmed." You said with a tear-choked voice, your palms were still aching.

Loki looked at you and offered his hand to you to take it and to sit down again next to him.

"Don't worry, my love. I get that. It's a lot to process. The bonding has its effects."

He turned towards you, took your hands in his and his thumbs caressed the back of your hands and he kissed your palms. His kisses soothed the pain immediately. He saw that your palms were dark red and he knew how it happened because he had heard your desperate crying and the slamming sounds.

"Please don't ever hurt yourself like this again, my love. I can't have you doing that, okay? It hurts me too. And I tell you again, I made this decision by myself and never before I had made a decision which felt so damn right. I love you, I live with you, and I die with you, no matter if your life is short or as long as mine. I think you'll have to live with that, Snowflake," and he smiled and he gently kissed your lips which were wet and salty from your tears.

You looked at him with teary eyes. He looked so happy and content. It seemed you truly made him happy…and you felt it, physically.

"I can feel you, Lo. I feel what you feel. Your happiness and your…"

"Yes?…tell me what you feel." He smiled knowingly at you and your confusion grew.

"I can feel… I know it's impossible but…I feel your…"

"Do you feel my heartbeat?"

"How do you know that?"

"Because I can feel your heartbeat too. That's it, my love. Our bond. We're destined for each other. One body, one soul, one heartbeat…"

"Lo…I'm sorry for what I did to you. I was so selfish. I did nothing for you in return. But what we have now feels so good and I love you so much… I'm so confused. Lo, please help me…"

"There's no reason to feel guilty. You've done so much for me, more than you think. You trusted me right from the beginning when you addressed me in the park when I sat on the bench next to yours. You accepted me, my crimes, my flaws…my true identity. You tried to find my heart and looked behind my mask. You did so much for me and you always give me your incredible love and tenderness. I can't wish for more. Enjoy this wonderful feeling you have inside of you. Enjoy me, be happy, and let us enjoy life and this unique feeling together. You wanted to write new stories with me, do you remember?"

"Yes, I do, of course I do but…"

"There is no 'but' …Snowflake this is just the beginning, my wonderful princess, my… goddess."

He made a short pause before he continued talking and you wondered why he had pronounced 'goddess' differently than usual.

"You can imagine that it has its advantages to be a god, can't you?"

"Yes, sure!" You wondered what his point was.

"I also have some privileges as a god. If I've made the bond with the love of my life, I'm allowed to make her an offer."

"What do you mean, baby?"

"I'm allowed to… ," How would you react? Would you freak out again? Would you run away again? He would understand it.

"Yes,... come on, Lo, straight to the point…tell me…what is it?"

"I'm allowed to make you my goddess and it gives you the chance to get a longer life, a longer life together with me."

You felt nauseous again. You grabbed your glass of wine and emptied the glass all at once in mere large gulps.

"Of course…of course, you're allowed to make me…such an offer…You… you're a god, " a weird laugh escaped your mouth.

"I'm serious, darling!"

"I'd never doubt that…but…how? It makes me feel scared."

"Don't be scared, my love. I would never scare you and I would never hurt you. You can feel me, right?"

"Yes, I do…one body, one soul, one heartbeat…"

"… and one blood!"

"Whatttt?" You needed more wine, definitely.

"One blood, Snowflake. When my blood runs through your veins, just a bit of it, it will prolong your life and you will live as long as I do… assuming nothing else happens to us," he explained calmly.

"Of course." Another weird laugh escaped your mouth.

"And how would this work, Lo? Just the human geneticists asking."

"We would celebrate a small sacred ritual in Jotunheim and with a cut in our wrists to exchange our blood and with some additional magic, my sweet beloved mortal girl would become kind of 'immortal' as I am. But regardless of this, I'm always just your god, devoted to you, my goddess, forever and your lifelong servant… and if you want for the next four thousand years."

"It's always wonderful magic. Magical like you, Lo. I cannot believe what you're telling me here right now… but it's the truth, right? I'm not fully drunk…I'm not dreaming this, do I?"

"You're not drunk and you're not dreaming! And I'd never lie to you, Snowflake."

"Holy shit…I have to think about it, Lo. I'm …I'm so confused now. It would be a big step…"

"It would change your whole life and it's not an easy decision to make, I know that. So please take all the time you need even if you need years to find out if you want to do it or not. My offer has no expiration date. I'll be patient, my love. I'll stay with you no matter what your decision will be."

"I don't deserve all of this. This incredible offer, your selfless sacrifice… I don't deserve you, Lo."

"You deserve the universe, my love. I told you that I would do anything for you."

"And you truly meant it. You mean literally anything."

"I did and I do Snowflake and I won't say it again…I decided to do it because I love you more than my life. And it's my purpose to make my precious Queen happy."

"I love you so much, Lo and I am utterly happy with you and so grateful to have you by my side. It's just not imaginable for me that you are willing to die …with me, for me. That you renounce your long life for me."

"I won't allow you to make your decision dependent on mine, my love. The best life I can have I'll have with you and without you it's not worth living it. And if it helps imagine me as a normal Midgardian man who has the same lifespan as you."

"You're far away from being a normal man," you laughed lightly.

"There's your beautiful smile again," and he kissed you tenderly with utmost passion and he pulled you onto his lap.

He kissed you deeply and passionately and you felt his cock getting hard and you humped slowly against his bulge. You broke the kiss to get some air into your lungs.

"I love you so much, Lo." You cupped his face with your hands and gave him a long kiss on his forehead.

"I would die for you too. Without you, my life would be nothing either. If you wouldn't have come back from the mission, I mean, alive, I would've followed you, Lo."

"I know, my love. And it would be your choice to do that so please let me do the same for you. Sooner or later we all have to go to Valhalla and I promised to never leave you alone so let us go together then," and he hugged you tightly.

"Yeah, I think I get it now, Lo. Do you think I have got a place there, too? In Valhalla?"

"Of course you have and in general it doesn't matter where we go as long as we're together."

He nuzzled his nose between your breasts and inhaled your scent deeply while you kissed the crown of his head.

"Norns, Snowflake, I love you so much."

He felt your body trembling and he unfolded the fluffy blanket and wrapped it around you.

"Better"? He asked you tenderly and looked up at you.

"Yes, my King," and you let your fingertips trail all over his beautiful soft face and you twisted some strains of his curls around your fingers. Still sitting on his lap, his arms curled around your waist, you poured some wine into your glass and took a sip and you let him take a sip of your wine, too.

"Do you feel better again, just a little bit?"he asked, concerned.

"Somehow, yes… but your kiss drenched my panties, Sir," and you kissed his lips.

Loki laughed silently.

"I'd lie if I say that I'm not aroused, too. You'll always be able to get me rock-hard and horny."

He always got you, with his charm and the deadly mixture of tenderness, sexiness and rankness. Now you laughed silently and nudged your nose with his.

"All the things I want to do to you, baby…" and you latched your lips onto his and licked over his lower lip until he allowed your tongue to slide into his mouth.

Loki conjured a further soft blanket underneath him and leaned backwards to lay on his back with you on top of him. After your smooch session, you rolled off of him and laid on your back shoulder to shoulder with him. He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours and you both looked at each other. He covered your body neatly with the blanket to keep you warm.

"Join me under the blanket, Lo, it's more cozy then," and he did.

"Do you regret our relationship and the bonding with me, my Lady?"

Inhaling the evening's fresh air you looked deeply into his eyes.

"No, baby. I'm blessed to have you and I would do it again and again. Nothing and nobody can tear us apart. You're mine, Lo, the love of my life, my blueberry. I just wasn't prepared for your offer and what you're willing to do for me."

"And you're mine, forever! Whatever that means."

You stared at each other until you both looked up at the now starry sky. It has gotten dark already. Tonight the sky was completely cloudless for the first time since you've been here and you took the chance to show the stars of Midgard's northern hemisphere to Loki. With your index finger, you pointed to the Western direction where Venus was sparkling, the brightest light in tonight's sky. You explained to him the star constellation of the Great Bear, and the Small Bear and how to find the North Star, which is the celestial north pole of Midgard. Loki listened attentively, fascinated by your detailed descriptions.

"Look over there…" and you pointed in the northeastern direction.

"Can you see the blinking bright star over there?" you asked him. Loki hummed yes.

"It's Deneb in the star constellation called….Swan." You two turned your heads to each other and chuckled.

"Really? Swan? That's absolutely awesome, my love."

You explained the whole star constellation, which looks like an elongated cross, embedded in the perfectly visible milky way, to Loki. You had barely finished when you gasped audibly.

"Loki! Look!...the Northern Lights!" and you sat up immediately.

"That's amazing, Snowflake… they look beautiful. I've never seen something beautiful like this before."

All of a sudden they were there, the dancing flames of the Northern Lights, filling the night sky with their green colours. It reminded you of the aura and the flash of green that surrounded Loki whenever he was using his magic. And to experience this spectacle in the sky together with him was magical and you got aware again that your lover was an alien prince, a king from another world, a god of the Midgardian Northern myths.

"Do you want to go back to Jotunheim one day and live there?"

"Why do you ask, my love?" Loki asked you quietly.

"You're the King of Jotunheim so I thought it's a thing you want to do. To go there, ascend your throne and reign your people."

"Sounds tempting. And you as my Queen … Y/n , Queen of Jotunheim. Would you like that, Snowflake?"

"I quite don't know. But if it's your wish… you go, I go."

"I don't want a throne and someone else is doing a good job there. I don't need my own Kingdom. I just need you."

"Will you take me to the stars one day, Lo?"

"Yes, one day I'll do that and we can go anywhere we want to go. My home is wherever you are because you are my home, Snowflake."

You two laid down again and you put your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. You sighed contentedly. Your fingers drew lazy circles on his chest and you began to unbutton his shirt completely. Your hand traced up and down over his naked torso and you placed several soft kisses on his bare skin. Propped on your elbow you unzipped his jeans and you shoved your hand slowly into his trousers and you fondled his half-hard cock and massaged his balls gently. While passionately kissing you, Loki moaned into your mouth.

"It feels good, keep going," he mumbled between kisses.

One hand on your ass, Loki raised his other hand and grasped your neck to hold you close to him. His growing arousal fueled yours and you felt your nipples hardening and you wanted him to play with them.

"Make my pants disappear, baby… and yours too," you asked him. "I need you."

"That's my naughty girl, hmm?" and he did as you wished. "Take what you need, my Queen. But the hoodie stays on!" He commanded.

You straddled him and rubbed your wet pussy back and forth over his hard cock which leaned proudly against his stomach now. He wrapped the blanket over your shoulders, shoved his hands under the hoodie and t-shirt, cupped and massaged your breasts and rolled your erect nipples, sometimes hard sometimes tender, between his fingers.

"Oh god…Lo…don't stop doing that… Good, it's so good," you moaned and continued rubbing yourself slowly over his throbbing cock, stimulating your clit and bringing yourself close to the edge of orgasm.

"I'll fuck you right to the stars, baby," and you leaned down, your one hand grabbing his pecs your other hand his nape, to kiss him messy and passionately.

"And one day… oh god… I want you to breed me…" these words just slipped out of your mouth but they drove Loki almost crazy.

"I need to be inside of you, pet."

"Then enter me, Sir" and you raised your torso, lifted your hips so he could line up his needy cock with your soaking wet entrance and sheathed himself inside your pulsating walls, inch by godly inch.

"You want that…fuck… bear my child? …I'd love to… see your womb filled with my… offspring…" Loki moaned breathlessly, holding your hips firmly.

You began to ride him and the blanket slipped from your shoulders down to your waist. His filthy words turned you on immensely and after a few more of his thrusts, you climaxed without warning. You arched your back, your fingers digging into his veiny forearms, searching for grip and support. His grip on your waist tightened. He was writhing and groaning underneath you, barely able to hold back his urgent need to cum. He lifted his hips against your pelvis to push his aching length deeper into your yearning cunt. You continued humping him until he came hard and painted your throbbing walls with a heavy load of his seed. Loudly moaning and sighing, Loki circled his thumb fast around and over your sensitive clit because he knew you needed to orgasm one more time and when you climaxed again, screaming his name, you let yourself fall forward against your lover.

"Yes, my Queen that's it, milk me, squeeze the last drop out of me. My good girl," and he wrapped the blanket around your spent body and held you tightly in his arms, one hand cradling your head.

He caressed your scalp and you both enjoyed the warm feeling of the aftermath of your orgasms. When you both came down back to earth you both chuckled and you lifted your head to look at him.

"Enjoyed the trip to the stars, baby?" and you winked at him.

"Oh yes, my Lady, it was a first-class trip." He answered with a hoarse voice and kissed your temple.

"I should let you do it this way more often."

You giggled at his statement.

"Do you really want to have children with me? And by the way, it was kinky and I liked it," he mumbled darkly into your ear.

"Yes, not now but …one day. Just in case you want to have children with me too."

"Yes, not now but…one day definitely." He answered you

"You will be the best father our children could ever have…and no, no arguments accepted, Sir!"

"Yesss, my Lady," and you both laughed and hugged each other tightly.

"But before that, I… would like you to marry me."

"You really think about marriage?" you questioned him softly.

"Yeah, and I love the imagination of being your husband. One day I would love to be your husband."

"Is our bond and my possible immortality depending on it?" You rested your head on his chest again, your fingers caressing his chest hair.

"No, it's absolutely not. I'd just like to be your husband."

"Mrs Laufeyson, Loki's kone… sounds tempting. It would be wonderful to be your wife," and you hugged him firmly and pressed a soft kiss to his sternum.

"We don't need to rush anything, my love. We've all the time in the world."

"Love you, baby."

"Love you more, Snowflake. Let's go inside and take a bath."

"Mmmhhhmm, exactly what I need now, Lo."

You two loosened your hug and stood up. Loki wrapped the blanket around your waist and carried you bridal-style to the bathroom and prepared a relaxing bubble bath for you two.

Loki didn't know that you had another small surprise for him. You had only a few more days here but you wouldn't fly directly back home to New York. You two would stay in London for two days before you'd fly home again. And you didn't know that something would happen that would affect your life again.

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Intimidation Tactics Oneshot: The Bet

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader x Dave York

Rating: E (smut, 18+ only)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: multiple orgasms, like a LOT of that, oral sex (f receiving, fingering (f receiving), blow jobs (m receiving), lots of teasing, dumb machismo, references to MMF, banter

Summary: Unbeknownst to you, Marcus and Dave have a bet going...

A/N: idk whose fault this is but it happened in the Dave York discord and I blame @pedropascalsx, my love, my life, my worst enabler. I love this ridiculous community SO FUCKING MUCH. Thanks as always to @leslie-lyman, who I am functionally incapable of writing a fic without.

“What’s this?” Dave frowns down at the pamphlet Marcus hands him in the kitchen.

“For the honeymoon,” Marcus explains, as if that answers everything.

“Sandals, Saint Lucia,” Dave reads. “Fucking Sandals? Really, tiger?”

“It’s all-inclusive,” Marcus says, sounding defensive.

“I’m not going to Sandals,” Dave scoffs. “That’s such a cliche. Besides, I’m sure the three of us will cause quite the scandal with all the little newlyweds, fresh from their big church weddings on their first trip out of the country.”

“Read the damn brochure,” Marcus insists, elbowing Dave in the ribs. “It has private villas. We can enjoy the beach undisturbed.”

“Jesus,” Dave remarks, seeing the price tag on the ‘All-Inclusive Luxury Private Bungalow’ option. “This is obscene.”

“It’s inclusive,” Marcus says again, pouting. “C’mon, think about it–a week in paradise, chef-prepared meals, in our own private villa.” He winds his arms around Dave’s hips playfully. “Our girl, wearing the skimpiest bikini I can find.”

“For that price, she better be fucking naked,” Dave growls. 

“Oh shut up,” Marcus groans. “Think about it,” he croons, pointing at the luxurious daybed on the brochure, “laying her down on the sheets, watching her fucking writhing on the bed while I make her cum over, and over, and over again with my tongue, with your cock buried in my ass.”

Dave snorts. “You’re really trying to sell this, tiger.”

“Yeah? It’s been fucking ages since I’ve been on a real vacation.”

“You really think you could make her cum that many times while I fuck you? The only thing you can do when I’m inside you is whine my name,” Dave says smugly, tossing the pamphlet on the counter.

“I’ve made her cum like, six times in one night,” Marcus protests. “I don’t think you have any room to question–”

“Ha!” Dave barks out a laugh. “When was that?”

“You think you’re so good, huh?” Marcus growls, grabbing Dave’s belt loops and pulling him so that their hips are flush. “God’s gift to women, is that right?”

“God’s gift to anyone, apparently,” Dave smirks.

Marcus dissolves into quiet laughter, finally giving in to Dave’s ridiculous boasting. “Oh, sure–” he presses a gentle kiss to Dave’s lips. “You’re just–” kiss “–the absolute most, is that right?”

“I certainly leave you two satisfied,” Dave rumbles. 

“Maybe,” Marcus teases. “But I’ve still made her cum more times.”

“Maybe you have,” Dave admits, “but whatever you think your record is, I could beat it easily.”

Marcus laughs loudly. “Oh, okay. Fine. How about this–whoever doesn’t make her cum more times in one night buys one week in the ‘All-Inclusive Luxury Private Bungalow.’”

“Fine,” Dave hums. “Enjoy that little charge on your credit card.”

Marcus crows triumphantly, grabbing the pamphlet from the counter. “Yes! We’re going to fucking St. Lucia!”

Dave’s smug smile falls, realizing he’s been played. 

“Dammit,” he mumbles. 

– – – 

You gasp in surprise as Dave walks in the door holding a bouquet of roses. Marcus is the flowers guy, not Dave. Dave shows his affection through quiet acts of service. Marcus's affection is much more… loud. 

"Dave," you squeal, "what's the occasion?"

"Do I need an occasion to dote on my girl?" Dave asks, kissing you on the cheek.

That raises suspicion.

"What are you up to?" you ask, squinting at Dave.

"Nothing," Dave intones. You miss the way Marcus rolls his eyes.

Dave continues his unusual seduction of you all evening–little touches serving to work you up, doting on you, praising you, teasing you, until finally he has you in his lap, your legs spread wide and his hand inside your underwear, both of you still fully clothed while you writhe for him. Marcus watches the two of you intently but doesn’t join in, staring at the way Dave’s hand moves underneath your clothes.

“Show him,” Dave whispers in your ear. “Show him how good I can make you feel just like this.”

His fingers press down harder on your clit, grinding back and forth, and you gasp as you break for him, arching against Dave as he hums in satisfaction.

“Count it, pumpkin.” 

“O-One,” you stammer.

“How many do you think I can give her?” Dave asks Marcus teasingly. 

“Sounds like we’re going to find out,” Marcus says with a smirk. “But what are you going to do for me, hmm?”

“Oh, don’t worry tiger, she’ll be sucking your cock for at least two of them,” Dave remarks lightly, and you moan loudly. “Aww, you like that? You like cumming with a cock down your throat, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” you reply, laughing breathlessly.

“What do you like about it?” Dave asks softly, nipping your earlobe. 

“I-I can’t really breathe,” you answer, “and it makes it… better.”

“She’s so nasty, isn’t she,” Dave murmurs to Marcus. 

“She’s perfect,” Marcus replies with an affectionate smile. 

“Well, pumpkin, since you like it so much, why don’t you get on your knees."

You obey, kneeling down and looking up at Marcus through your eyelashes. 

"You look so pretty like that," Marcus whispers. "On your knees for me." His hands come to his belt buckle, undoing it and slowly sliding the zipper down. 

Dave kneels behind you, caging you between his thighs. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, pumpkin," he whispers into your ear, making you shiver. "Feed it to her," he says to Marcus. 

Marcus grips your chin in one hand and fists his cock in the other, sliding it slowly into your mouth. "Gonna take it all like a good girl?" he asks softly. 

You nod around him. 

"Of course she will," Dave rumbles. "Now come on, pumpkin, you're giving me two more before he cums down your throat, aren't you?"

Dave's fingers find your clit again, rubbing small circles into your clit as you choke on Marcus’s cock. 

"She's soaked," Dave teases. "She gets so wet with a cock down her throat. He's always so gentle, isn't he? He won't fuck your face until you cry like I do."

"Fuck," Marcus groans above you. "Shut up."

"Then fuck her," Dave grits out. "I want to feel how wet she gets when you use her like that."

"Can you take that, baby?" Marcus murmurs, softly stroking your cheek while you gag on him. 

When you nod, Marcus strokes the hair back from your forehead. "Good girl," he whispers. "Now be good and cum for him, okay?"

Marcus’s grip around your neck hardens, and he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth. Almost immediately, tears spring to the corners of your eyes and your pussy throbs. 

"Oh, that's it," Dave murmurs. "She's clenching all over my fingers. C'mon, pumpkin, cum for us. Show us how much you love being used."

You sob as Dave brings you over the edge again. Marcus doesn't let up, fucking your face over and over again as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Dave doesn't give you a moment to recover either, rubbing your clit faster and faster until you're arriving at a second peak, barely a few minutes after the first. Your body convulses, but Dave holds you steady from behind, and Marcus’s fingers dig into your neck to keep you impaled on his cock. 

“Cum for her, tiger, she’s worked so hard for it,” Dave croons into your ear. 

It only takes a few more thrusts, and then Marcus is spilling down your throat with a soft groan, and you hear Dave hum in appreciation behind you. Marcus pulls away and you swallow, breathing heavily, drunk on two orgasms and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. 

“Count,” Dave reminds you. 

“Three,” you whisper hoarsely. 

The next two are from Dave’s tongue, lapping at you while Marcus holds you still in his lap. You’re dazed; you have no idea what has gotten into Dave tonight, but you can’t say you mind it. The word ‘five’ has barely passed through your lips, and Dave is pulling you off Marcus’s lap and pushing you onto your belly on the couch before mounting up behind you. This position makes you crazy and he knows it; the way his entire weight presses down on you, taking what he wants while his cock stabs at that perfect place inside of you never fails to make you cum in record time. 

“Again,” Dave growls in your ear. “Give me another one, give me number six. You know it’ll feel so good, cumming around my cock.”

“Jesus, Dave I don’t think I can…” you grunt.

“Yes you can, baby, you’re so close already,” Dave husks. “I can feel how tight you are. Just let go for me,” he urges, his hips snapping down into you. He works his hand underneath you and rubs back and forth on your clit and you keen into the couch cushions. Everything pulls up tight again and you wail as you fall off the edge. 

“Count it,” Dave commands, his own voice rough with pleasure as he takes what he needs from you.

“Six!” you sob. “Six, six, six, fuck–”

Dave’s cock is punching down into you, hitting something deep and devastating, and all you can do is grip the couch cushions and take what he gives you. You’re overly sensitive and each punishing thrust he gives you makes you cry out into the room. Just as you feel Dave’s hips start to stutter, you’re taken off-guard by another crest, and you squeak as you bear down on his cock just as he lets go. 

“Shit,” Dave hisses. “Fuck, baby.”

“Seven,” you murmur, slurring the word tiredly as you slump on the couch.

“That’s my girl,” Dave says with a smirk, smacking your ass playfully as he pulls out of you and sits up. 

Marcus is on you in an instant, one hand gently wiping you clean with a few tissues while the other rubs up and down your back. “Shh, sweetheart,” he whispers to you. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine,” Dave scoffs. “She’s just cockdumb and drooling on our couch.” 

“Hush,” Marcus scolds him. “Don’t I always take care of you both?” 

You roll over and blink up at the two of them with a dazed smile. Dave is slouched back on the couch, still completely naked, watching Marcus tend to you with an affectionate look. 

“Dave,” you pout, making little ‘grabby hands’ but not otherwise moving.

"Oh, stop," Dave chuckles. "Come here, silly thing."

It's Marcus who picks you up from the couch and deposits you in Dave's lap, where you immediately curl into him with a little sigh. Marcus tucks in beside Dave, his hand still smoothing up and down your spine as he nuzzles the other man's neck playfully. 

Finally, you speak. 

"What the fuck got into you tonight?" you murmur, and Dave chuckles, patting you on the butt affectionately. 

"Just like seeing you like this,” he rumbles. 

You don’t see the smug smile that Dave shoots Marcus over the top of your head.

– – – – 

A week passes, and then another week, and the evening where Dave made you cum seven fucking times get buried in a chaotic sea of ballet lessons, softball games, and many more passionate nights, the three of you wrapped up in each other every night. 

You’ve never had sex this good, and you’re insatiable for the two of them, wanting Marcus’s sensual touches and Dave’s ruthless strokes every time the three of you have a moment to yourselves. You love everything about it: the way the two of them seem to trade off controlling your pleasure, and the way they effortlessly trade dominance back and forth between the two of them. One night, Dave could have Marcus at his mercy, pounding into him while you stroke his hair and murmur sweet praises into his ear, and the next, Marcus could reduce Dave to nothing but whimpers underneath him. The only thing sweeter than their ferocious love for each other is the all-encompassing love the two of them have for you. 

You’ve never felt more spoiled, and not just because the two of them seem to treat giving you pleasure as a sport, at times, but simply because having two people care about you is just overwhelming, after so much time on your own. They both care so deeply, even if they do it in different ways. Not only having Marcus and Dave around, but combined with having Molly and Alice every other week, you sometimes feel completely overcome with love. It’s chaotic in the best of ways, each day challenging and exhilarating in new and different ways. 

And then, one night, after taking the girls out to a very rowdy dinner and dropping them off at Carol’s, Marcus pulls you onto his lap on the couch, facing outward with your legs spread, and murmurs, “Let’s give Dave a little show, hmm?”

You giggle and nod, looking over at Dave, who’s watching the proceedings with obvious interest.  He raises one eyebrow expectantly. 

"Better make it a good one," he drawls.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Marcus shoots back, full of that ridiculous sense of bravado he sometimes gets when the two of them are locked in some silly power struggle.

“Marcus,” you whine, wanting his attention to be on you, the person in his lap. 

“Okay, okay,” he whispers. “Are we feeling needy tonight?”

You help him as he slowly removes your clothes; you glance at Dave as each new inch of skin is revealed. Dave’s eyes are dark as coals as he stares back; his face gives nothing away, but you can tell he’s hardly unaffected by the sight of you, completely naked, on Marcus’s fully clothed lap. 

Marcus’s fingers trail aimlessly down your chest, making you shiver, your nipples pebbling with goosebumps, before he arrives at his destination, gently dipping one finger into your cunt to gather your slick and then starting to rub gentle circles on your clit.

Marcus has an uncanny ability to move exactly how you need him to. While Dave’s fingers are brutal, working you until he pulls your pleasure from you and you have no choice but to follow, Marcus plays you with precision, coaxing your peaks out of you with a gentle ruthlessness.

He can work you up quickly, or he can use that weird sixth sense he has when it comes to your pleasure to edge you mercilessly until you’re begging. He doesn’t do the latter much–you know that Marcus likes to indulge, giving you and Dave everything he has to give–but on the occasion that he’s in the mood, he can reduce you to tears by pulling away at the last second over and over again. 

At first, you think that’s the show you’re giving Dave. After all, Dave takes an almost sadistic pleasure in withholding orgasms and controlling your pleasure. But when Marcus quickly works you up and then throws you over the edge without stopping–commanding you to “Count them” and mimicking Dave’s speech patterns so eerily well that you find it a little disconcerting–you know exactly what he’s going to do with you tonight.

Marcus works you up two more times just like that–with just his fingers, leaving you sprawling and naked on his lap while Dave stares. The third time, you can’t take it any more, you close your eyes and slump against Marcus’s chest.

“No, no–keep looking at him,” Marcus murmurs in your ear. “Keep your eyes on him, keep them open. Let him see you fall apart.”

You try. You really do. But the sensations Marcus is pulling from you are too overwhelming for you to focus on something like eye contact. You can’t concentrate on anything. Before you know it, your head is tipping back and your eyes are pinched shut as you take everything Marcus gives you.

They startle open when you feel fingers gripping your chin and forcing your head back down.

Dave has moved–no longer on the couch, he’s crouching in front of you, his eyes boring into yours. 

“Thank you,” Marcus murmurs. “She’s being a naughty thing tonight, not listening to me.”

You groan in frustration–you love to hate how the two of them gang up on you. 

“I don’t think she can cum again,” Dave murmurs, looking at you with an almost-clinical disinterest that you know is feigned. “Look at her. She’s too fucked out.”

“‘m not,” you argue. “Marcus–”

“I know,” Marcus croons in your ear. “I know you can cum again. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You want to fall apart in my lap again.”

“I need–” you whine. “I need–”

“How is he supposed to know what you need if you can’t use your words, Pumpkin?” Dave teases. 

“Oh, stop,” Marcus tuts at Dave. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you can tell me. What do you need?”

“Can I have your cock?”

“How can I refuse, when you ask so nicely?” Marcus smiles and reaches between the two of you, unbuckling his belt and shucking his pants and underwear down just enough that you can sink down on him. “Don’t move yet,” he instructs. “Just keep it warm–you aren’t done yet.”

“Marcus,” you whine softly as he stretches you open. It’s always a stretch, and you love it. Marcus keeps up the soft, precise circles on your clit, and he’s hardly even buried to the hilt yet before you can feel the next crest approaching. 

“Marcus,” you warn him. “Marcus, it’s gonna–” It’s gonna be too much, it’ll be overwhelming, it’ll–

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers. “Let it happen.”

You cry out as you clench around Marcus’s cock for the first time. Your head tips back, but Dave grips your chin harder and forces you back down to his eye level. 

“Count,” Marcus reminds you, a smile coloring his tone.

“F-Four,” you whimper. 

“Good,” Marcus praises you. “More.”

“Marcus,” you protest quietly, but he’s already rubbing your clit again. With his cock spearing you, it’s easier to build you up–it takes a matter of minutes, and you’re doing it again, convulsing in his lap, trying to shy away from the sensations he’s pulling from you. 

“Shh, good job,” Marcus murmurs. “You’re doing so well.” He finally starts to move, fucking up into you with slow, undulating thrusts. “Hey–you forgot to count it again.”

“Ugh! Five,” you groan, and Marcus chuckles. 

Marcus fucks you gently at first, then growing in speed in intensity, never taking his hand off of your clit as he does. He doesn’t stop when you whimper “Six,” fucking you harder and faster until he reaches his own end with a deep groan. 

You’re about to slump against him in relief, when you feel him pulling you off of him and laying you down on the couch. 

“Mmm?” you question wordlessly, but your nonverbal inquiry is answered when you feel Marcus’s tongue lap at your pussy, and you squeak in surprise. 

“One more,” Marcus murmurs, muffled by your clit as he eats you out. “Again for me.”

It takes time, because fuck, you’re fucking tired, but somehow you do, cumming on Marcus’s tongue with a wordless cry.

“Tiger,” Dave cautions softly. “She’s had enough.”

“Mm,” Marcus comments, before slowly thrusting one finger inside you and crooking it upwards, his mouth not leaving your clit. He finds that spongy spot inside you with no hesitation and starts rubbing back and forth, eliciting so much pressure and feeling that you–

“Oh, fuck–” you gasp, and you gush around Marcus’s fingers.

“HA!” Marcus pulls back triumphantly. “Eight!” 

You squint your eyes in your delirium. “Wha–?”

“You fucking cheated, you went after me, so of course you could just beat–”

“Oh, you’re just sore because–”

“Next time it should be a blind test. Your ability to see me go before you gave you a bias that–”

“‘Next time?’ I fucking won!”

“What the fuck!” you cry out, interrupting Dave and Marcus’s bickering. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Do you want to go to Saint Lucia?” Marcus asks nonsensically. 

Your eyes flick to Dave. “What the fuck is he talking about?”

"Pumpkin," Dave starts, but you interrupt. 

"Don't 'pumpkin' me," you snap. "Are you two betting on me?"

Dave's lips part, his mouth forming an 'O' as he apparently debates how to answer. 

"So–" Marcus says, looking chastened, "...yes?"

"What the fuck!" you shout again. "I am not a pawn in your stupid macho games!"

Dave presses his lips together for a few moments. "Did we mention Saint Lucia?"

You blink at him in disbelief. 

"It's all-inclusive," Marcus pipes up helpfully. 

"With a private luxury bungalow," Dave adds. 

"Mmhmm," you mutter, frowning at the two of them. "And are there couches in this luxury bungalow?"

Marcus pulls a brochure from underneath a stack of books on the coffee table and squints at it. "I think so?"

"Good," you say, picking yourself up off the couch and grabbing your underwear with a flourish and walking, hips swaying, to the bathroom. "Because you're both sleeping on one."

– – – –

Two months later…

"This is incredible," you say with a sigh, tipping your head back to feel the sun on your face.

"Mm," Marcus agrees beside you. He kicks his foot, causing ripples in the pristine, clear water. 

"Does that mean you forgive us?" Dave rumbles with a little smirk, not looking up from his book.

The three of you are crammed into an oversize lounge chair that was almost certainly meant for two. You're lying between Marcus’s spread legs, both of you with one foot intermingling in the water of your own private beach. Marcus is resting on Dave's shoulder, alternating between reading over his shoulder and dozing in the gentle sunshine. Dave is the only one fully seated on the lounge chair, book propped up on one knee and his free hand resting on Marcus’s leg but close enough to touch yours as well.

Marcus was right–this place really is paradise. 

"Mm, I dunno," you comment lightly. "I think turnabout is fair play."

"How do you imagine that will go?" Dave asks. "We're not exactly built for multiple–"

"I was thinking the opposite, actually," you say sweetly. "I'll mercilessly tease both of you, and whoever comes first has to bankroll the trip."

"And how do you plan on enforcing that, pumpkin?" Dave murmurs, amused. "What's to stop me from rolling over and taking what I want?"

You boop him playfully on the nose–a gesture he pretends to hate but you know he doesn't–"I'll just tie you up," you inform him in a sing-song voice. "And I'm sure Marcus would agree to help if you're feeling particularly resistant to the idea."

"Mmhmm," Marcus agrees. "I'd pay money to see that." "You'll get your wish," Dave says, "because there's no way you're winning that bet." His hand curls possessively around your leg. "Where do you want to go next, Pumpkin?"

[rizwanlal]

Certainly! Here's a list of some of the world's best places to visit:

1. **Paris, France**: Known as the City of Love, Paris is famous for iconic landmarks like the Eiffel Tower, Louvre Museum, and Notre-Dame Cathedral.

2. **Rome, Italy**: Home to ancient ruins like the Colosseum and the Roman Forum, as well as Vatican City and St. Peter's Basilica.

3. **Kyoto, Japan**: Rich in history and culture, Kyoto is filled with beautiful temples, traditional tea houses, and stunning gardens.

4. **New York City, USA**: The Big Apple offers a mix of culture, art, food, and entertainment, with attractions like Times Square, Central Park, and the Statue of Liberty.

5. **Machu Picchu, Peru**: This ancient Incan city nestled in the Andes Mountains offers breathtaking views and a glimpse into the region's rich history.

6. **Santorini, Greece**: Famous for its white-washed buildings with blue domes, stunning sunsets, and crystal-clear waters, Santorini is a picturesque island paradise.

7. **Great Barrier Reef, Australia**: One of the world's most spectacular natural wonders, the Great Barrier Reef is a haven for snorkelers and divers.

8. **Serengeti National Park, Tanzania**: Known for its vast plains and diverse wildlife, including the Big Five, the Serengeti offers unforgettable safari experiences.

9. **Marrakech, Morocco**: With its bustling medinas, vibrant souks, and stunning architecture, Marrakech is a feast for the senses.

10. **Iguazu Falls, Argentina/Brazil**: This awe-inspiring natural wonder consists of 275 individual waterfalls and spans the border between Argentina and Brazil.

11. **Dubai, UAE**: A modern marvel with skyscrapers, luxury shopping, and desert adventures, Dubai is a city of contrasts.

12. **Banff National Park, Canada**: Majestic mountain landscapes, turquoise lakes, and abundant wildlife make Banff a must-visit destination for nature lovers.

13. **Bora Bora, French Polynesia**: Famous for its overwater bungalows and pristine beaches, Bora Bora is the ultimate tropical getaway.

14. **Angkor Wat, Cambodia**: The largest religious monument in the world, Angkor Wat is a stunning example of Khmer architecture and a UNESCO World Heritage site.

15. **Rio de Janeiro, Brazil**: Known for its lively carnival, iconic beaches like Copacabana and Ipanema, and the towering Christ the Redeemer statue overlooking the city.

These are just a few of the countless amazing places to visit around the world, each offering its own unique charm and experiences.

[txemrn]

Kāhāhā

💚 Happy Birthday, PeonieRose! 💚

Synopsis: Ethan and Tatum finally take a vacation to Hawaii! But even though they try to escape all reminders of the hospital, they're in for a bit of a kāhāhā, er, a surprise.

Word count: ~2477

Warnings: fairly fluffy; language; an innuendo; Ethan's grumpiness

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @peonierose! You are such a ray of sunshine! I know I probably sound like a broken record, but seriously, that is the absolute best way to describe you. 🌞 Any chance I get to interact with you--even if it's just seeing one of your posts in passing, I can't help but feel your warmth and joy. I am so, so grateful that you are part of this community, and even more so, I am so grateful I get to call you friend. I hope you had the best 25th birthday ever! 😉 Sending you the warmest hugs, my OC sister! Love youuuuuu! 😘

A/N: This is an AU; some of the characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry; some of the characters belong to our birthday girl PR (who I am hoping will forgive me for attempting to write them 🤣). This work was not preread or beta'd; please excuse me errors.

~💚~

The peaceful morning sunrise blankets the island of Oahu with a warm pink glow. A gentle symphony of tranquil waves and the brush of palm fronds drift through the open balcony doors of the private beach-side bungalow. The soft fragrance of exotic florals infused with notes of the citrus sand pirouette across Ethan's face, the luxury of it all making him stir from his sleep.

Breathing in deeply, he contorts his bare body into an intense stretch, the tight burn sending pleasurable shocks through his nerves. With a heady growl in his chest, he lets out a yawn, relaxing back into his pillow. With his eyes fluttering close, he reaches over to the other side of the mattress, his fingertips searching for his wife.

He quickly sits up, noticing he was alone in bed. "Tate?" He calls out, a deep gravel in his throat. He looks around the room, but there is no evidence of her anywhere–that is until he hears soft mumbles coming from outside on the terrace. He climbs out of bed, cinching the sheet around his waist and saunters to the balcony.

Approaching the doorway, he sees that she's on the phone, a knee pulled up to her chest as she tosses her tangled tresses with her fingers. With a curious expression, he stealthily leans against the siding, crossing his arms as he intently watches his bride.

"... for about four minutes… uh-huh… right, and then it will play a little song… right… right…" Tatum gives a quiet, cordial laugh. Wearing her husband's waffle knit pajama top, she mindlessly fidgets with a loose thread at the hem as she continues to whisper. "I get it… thanks, again, Alan. Call me if he's still fussy after that bottle."

"We haven't even been gone for twenty-four hours–"

"Ethan!" Tatum startles, clenching her phone to her chest. She exhales a big breath, a faint blush tinting her cheeks.

"What are you doing?" He motions at the phone, his eyebrows furrowing. "We talked about this."

"I was… just… checking in," she feigns innocence.

"Tatum," Ethan sighs, slowly stalking to her chair, "we're supposed to be on vacation." He leans over her, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.

"We are on vacation–"

"And we trust Dad and the Aveiros with our son–"

"Yeah, but," she starts picking at her nails, "being on vacation doesn't mean we stop being parents, Ethan."

"I never said we stop," he leans up against the balustrade, folding his arms again. "Cord," a corner of his mouth curls as he stares out onto the beach. "Cord's my boy, my little bean sprout, he's… my everything. But, baby," he chuckles, blowing away a breath as he turns back to Tatum. "We need a break--especially you."

"I just miss him," Tatum twists her mouth, her eyes fixed on her husband’s crystal gaze. "It's weird. Our lives have changed so much since that little guy showed up."

"Almost eight months," Ethan smiles endearingly.

"But even before that," Tatum rubs her hands across the flat planes of her abdomen, "he was literally a part of me for nine months. I'm feeling a little…"

"Incomplete?"

Tatum shakes her head.  Standing up, she takes a step towards Ethan, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You complete me, Mr. Ramsey," she croons, "but I do feel like I'm missing something. I guess," she titters under her breath, "I have forgotten what it's like to just be me, to just do what I want without planning ahead, without worrying about diapers and pumping and naptimes.  I guess I'm having a hard time remembering life before Cord–ha!" she snorts, "B.C.! Get it?"

Ethan shakes his head before laughing to himself. "Well," his voice grows dark, "how about… I help you remember what it was like B.C.?"

"Yeah?" Tatum bites her bottom lip as her eyes train to Ethan's mouth. "And… how would you help me remember?"

Ethan wraps his arms around Tatum's waist, and without warning, he lifts her up, tossing her over his shoulder before giving her ass a firm swat.

"Ethan Jonah!" She squeals with glee before he jogs inside their bungalow.

—

Later that afternoon and feeling much more relaxed, the Ramseys decide to venture out and explore the island. Tatum slips on a smocked fuschia maxi dress with a pair of espadrilles and a floppy sun hat while Ethan dons a pair of khaki shorts with a sage green linen top, complete with his white Vans.

Casually walking hand-in-hand, they are drawn to the beautiful drumming of a group of Polynesian musicians outside an open market. They stop to admire the cultural beat, complete with awe-inducing twists and twirls of their mallets and several hula dancers with hypnotizing moves.  

Tatum playfully sways her hips to the music, Ethan smiling and nodding to the beat–that is until two of the dancers place a lei around his neck before pulling him reluctantly out of the crowd to dance with them.  He tries to maintain a stoic-look of displeasure, but as he looks back to his hysterical wife, he finally busts out laughing and starts to move his body clumsily along with the hula dancers.

When the dance comes to an end with a roaring applause, Ethan and Tatum stumble into each other, holding their aching bellies as they continue to laugh uncontrollably. It had been so long since they had been free of responsibilities, free of schedules and expectations, free to just be themselves as a couple.

Tatum hugs onto Ethan’s arm, their hands interlocking as they enter the open market. They stop at the different vendors, tasting new and exotic foods, watching local artisans design furniture, clothes and jewelry. One tent catches Ethan's eye with master carvers intricately cutting, sanding and sewing traditional Hawaiian weapons.

"These are really neat," Ethan cautiously holds up a knife, testing the sharpness of the blade. "What do you think? Cord's first knife," he jokes.

"Eh," Tatum swallows thickly, running her finger over an instrument with real shark teeth. "Maybe he should master his pincer grasp first. Or, I don't know, learn to walk?" They snicker between one another when suddenly, a colorful tent with art canvases catches Tatum's eye. "Rams, I'm going to look over there."

Already in a conversation with one of the craftsmen, Ethan nods while giving a wave to his wife.

Tatum moseys over to the tent, instantly taken aback by the artwork lined up along the walls and wooden easels. Brilliant splashes of color, expertly mixed and brushed, tell colorful secrets about the island.

"Aloha!"

Tatum looks deeper into the tent, noticing a young, beautiful blonde with gorgeous waves sitting at an art easel as she captures another story with her brush strokes. Tatum ducks into the canopy, noticing sculptures and stunning pieces of glass art everywhere.

"Aloha," Tatum smiles at the woman before turning back to look at all the beauty. "Did–did you create all of this?"

The young woman giggles, bowing her head coyly. "Yes, I did."

"It's exquisite work," Tatum continues to observe the various crafted pieces. "They're…" she stares off at a canvas with a kaleidoscope of colors forming waves crashing along the shoreline. "They're dreamy. "

"Well, thank you… Are you an art enthusiast?" The artist chuckles as she adds a new swipe of paint to her canvas.

"Oh," Tatum chuckles, "not really an enthusiast. I mean, I appreciate beauty when I see it." Tatum slows down, focusing on a stunning oceanic scene with iridescent jellyfish. She leans in, noticing the strokes and gradients of color.

"Hrmm," the blonde chuckles, putting down her paint brush. "Anyone that sees beauty in the world… is an artist." 

Placing a hand on the back of her chair while steadying herself with a grip on her easel, she cautiously stands, balancing herself onto her feet. Noticing the struggle out of the corner of her eye, Tatum looks over–and gasps into a smile. 

"Well, aren't you full of surprises!" Tatum titters, watching the young blonde place her hand on her heavily pregnant belly. "When are you due?"

"Oh gosh," she giggles, out of breath, "not for another seven weeks." Tatum's face drops, staring at her abdomen. "I know, I'm huge."

"What? No! I–I'm sorry," Tatum puts a hand over her face, "I didn't mean to make a face."

The blonde laughs harder, massaging her tummy. "Don't be. That's the reaction I normally get from people, and I don't blame them. I'm almost as wide as I am tall!" she jokes with a titter, "but I also don't get the chance to tell people there are two in there instead of one–"

"Twins?" Tatum’s eyes widen, her lips curling into a smile, "my goodness! Well, congratulations to you! And by the way," she becomes serious, "you look phenomenal."

She blushes, "thank you."

Tatum holds out her hand. "I'm Tatum."

The kind artist eagerly takes Tatum's hand. "Luna. Luna Auclair."

"Well, Luna Auclair," Tatum beams brightly, "is this your entire collection at the moment?"

"Not all of it," she twirls around, looking at her work. "I still have some pieces in storage, plus I have an art exhibit with some of my students tomorrow."

"You teach art, too?"

"Yes," Luna beams, "down at the university–"

"Tate?" Ethan calls from outside.

"I'm so sorry," Tatum holds up her hand apologetically to the interruption.  "In here, Rams!" Tatum shouts walking towards the entryway of the canopy.

Ethan struts inside the tent, his eyes instantly intrigued by the swirls of color and intricate placement of designs. "Wow," he whistles with his teeth. He takes off his sunglasses as he begins to focus on a few canvases.

"Aren't they extraordinary?" Tatum bumps up next to him, her attention swept away in the paintings. Ethan hums in approval as he steps in front of the same beach design she had checked out minutes ago. "Do you like it?"

Ethan's eyes stay focused on the art nodding his head. "I do. I really do."

Tatum looks back, but realizes Luna has stepped away. She turns to Ethan, linking his arm with hers. "How about," her voice is soft, "this piece in the study? Or maybe the guest room?"

"No."

Tatum's eyebrows crinkle. "No?"

"No," Ethan tilts his head to his wife, "the playroom." The corner of Tatum's mouth curls as her husband continues. "This… this is Cord." He grins as Tatum nods, brushing her pout against his lips.

"I'm sorry I had to leave you like that," Luna waddles back in, "my fiancé called to let me know he's coming by."

"Oh wonderful," Tatum claps her hands together in joy. "Oh, Rams, this is Luna. She painted all of these pieces... And even designed these sculptures."

"Aloha," she coyly greets as Ethan holds his hand for her to shake. 

"Aloha, Luna," he grins kindly. "Very nice work–"

"Nice?" Tatum playfully swats his arm, rolling her eyes at the younger blonde. "Don't believe him," she giggles. As she wraps her arm around his waist, he pulls her in by the shoulders.

"They are phenomenal," Ethan clarifies, "is it possible to have something shipped to the mainland?"

Luna nods. "You two vacationing?"

"Yes," Tatum answers. "We're from the East Coast."

"Oh wow," Luna's eyes widen, "a good ways from home–"

"Thank goodness," Ethan jokes under his breath. "I don't want to even look at something remotely related to work."

"Ethan is an administrator of sorts, a leader of our organization and," she glances at him innocently, "his patience gets tested. A lot. Plus, we haven't gone anywhere in…" Tatum looks curiously at Ethan.

He squints, looking up towards the sky as if calculating something in his head. "Eesh, well over a year. At least."

"No wonder you two got away," Luna shakes her head. "Your work sounds stressful."

Ethan looks at his wife, "That, and–" he smiles proudly, lacing his hand with hers, "we just had a baby."

"Awww!" Luna coos. "Boy or girl?"

"Boy."

Luna squeals. "Is he here?"

Tatum's face falls, Ethan squeezing her hand. "No, he's back home."

"Oh… I bet you miss him."

Tatum kindly smiles and nods. Ethan brushes his lips against her temple before answering. "We very much do… which is why… we are… looking at the art pieces."

"Right!" Luna chirps, snapping her fingers. "Is there something here that is speaking to you?"

Making their way around the showroom, Luna helps pick out a few canvases for Cord's playroom that also boast the essence of the Polynesian culture through the artwork. Returning to her clerical station in the tent, Luna begins carefully packing them up before pulling out paperwork.

"So, you said the East Coast," she starts filling out the document, "where specifically is this heading?"

"Boston."

"Oh my gosh, you're kidding me!" She giggles. "My fiancé–"

"Lunes?" A handsome voice calls out from behind the tent. "I gotcha a rainbow shaved ice."

Ethan feels a strange spike in his blood pressure, his expression falling with concern. "That voice," he mutters under his breath to Tatum. "I… I know that voice."

"Give me a second, B," Luna yells over her shoulder, tearing Ethan and Tatum away from their private conversation. "I'm with a customer." She turns her attention back to the transaction.  "Okay, now… where was I? Oh!"  She grabs a pen, "I just need your name–"

"Ethan Ramsey?"

Tatum and Ethan slowly look towards the voice, appearing behind the tarp before slowly turning to stare at one another.

Ethan gnashes his teeth in irritation, his jaw ticking.  There standing in front of him is an old thorn in his side from Edenbrook, Dr. Bryce Lahela. "We…" he growls softly, "are over five thousand miles away from home. How in the fuck–"

"Ethan, fix your face. Right now–"

"Oh my God!" Luna squeals, her bright eyes staring at Ethan. "You're the Dr. Ethan Ramsey?"

"You have got to be kidding me," Ethan groans. Tatum pinches his side in warning as Luna bounds towards him, shaking his hand emphatically again.

"I've heard so many amazing things about you, sir."

Ethan freezes. "You–you have?"  Tatum quirks an eyebrow, stifling a grin.

"Are you kidding me, Doc?" Bryce pipes up, slinking an arm around Luna.  "You and Tanaka helped shape my career, made me tougher. I took a lot of scary chances in residency, but… you always believed in me, had my back."

Silence falls over the tent. Bryce and Luna both stare happily at Ethan with wide, toothy smiles and stars in their eyes, making the old mentor feel even more awkward. He looks to Tatum, compassion written on her face as she casually nods towards the couple.

Ethan sighs. He extends his arm to shake Bryce's hand; but instead of leaving it at that, Ethan pulls Bryce into a hug, giving him a few pats on the back.

"It's good to see you again, Lahela."

~💚~

[joywaytravel]

💘Romantic Escapes: Top Travel Destinations for Couples💘

Love and adventure go hand in hand, and what better way to celebrate your connection than by exploring the world together? Whether you're planning a honeymoon, an anniversary trip, or a spontaneous getaway, here are some enchanting travel destinations for couples:

1. Santorini, Greece: Known for its stunning sunsets, whitewashed buildings, and crystal-clear waters, Santorini is a dream destination for lovers.

2. Venice, Italy: Glide through the picturesque canals on a gondola ride, savor authentic Italian cuisine, and get lost in the maze of romantic alleyways.

3. Bali, Indonesia: Embrace the island's serene beauty, lush landscapes, and luxurious resorts for an unforgettable escape.

4. Paris, France: The City of Love needs no introduction. Explore iconic landmarks, savor exquisite pastries, and take leisurely strolls along the Seine.

5. Kyoto, Japan: Discover tranquility in ancient temples, stunning cherry blossoms, and traditional tea ceremonies.

6. Maldives: Immerse yourself in overwater bungalows, clear turquoise waters, and some of the world's most stunning coral reefs.

7. Prague, Czech Republic: Wander hand in hand through historic streets, cross charming bridges, and enjoy a fairy tale romance.

8. Bora Bora, French Polynesia: Experience overwater bungalows, lush jungles, and coral reefs teeming with marine life.

9. New York City, USA: From Broadway shows to rooftop bars, the Big Apple offers an exciting blend of culture and entertainment.

10. Florence, Italy: Explore Renaissance art and architecture, indulge in Tuscan wine, and savor the romantic atmosphere.

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The Needs of Human Beings 

Humans are the most intelligent living beings in the Universe. The existence of human beings experienced from survival to ruling. 

The basic needs of human beings are food, water, clothes, and a good sleep. How far these are reaching to all is a great question for all of us. To sustain human life, these are really required. 

The needs of human beings are increasing day by day, other than basic needs. We observe many things in society and try to adapt to new changes that are happening in the right movement. Few of these may be required too, but few things are ever required AFTER. Still, we are in a race to acquire that. We encounter new changes, new challenges, many new things as part of life, but we do never think how far we need those, especially not required things. We struggle a lot to know or learn about a few things sometimes, but while reproducing, we may not be able to do as we learnt.

The time we spend on this planet earth is not so important because we never know about it, but we can say one thing that we made our next generation learn from us. Life is not just easy, a lot of pains, struggles, sadness, happiness, emotions, love, bonds, many more experienced and more to have. If someone asks what you want, none of us can tell what exactly we need. It's just because of the desire that we have or the dreams we have. None of us can fulfil all our own desires because of a lot of things that we observe and a lot of many we feel required. Then what exactly full fill human being requirements, does money full fill or time if she/he live for 1000 years or a big bungalow or a newly arrived car or a luxury house or some property.... Out of the above, we can say we need a peaceful life, can spend time with family members happily, get a fresh breath, and can get food at the right time, and have a good sleep every day. This is again back to the basic needs, meaning if we have a few things in our life it's enough, no big things need to be added. 

Observe this from others and say "when someone is smiling there may be a lie, but when someone is crying 😭 never be a lie" understand the situations where you struggled and make some changes for others not to struggle at some points that you encountered. No one knows when life stops. Before the end of time, we must show that we exist in the world by doing all the good things that we can. 

Without understanding others, none can do anything, so understand yourself, then understand others do best to the society. 

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Top 6 Luxury Resorts You Need to Experience in US

Introduction

When it comes to indulging in a luxurious vacation, the United States is home to some of the most exquisite resorts that offer unrivaled experiences. From breathtaking coastal retreats to magnificent mountain getaways, these luxury resorts combine opulence, world-class amenities, and impeccable service to create unforgettable memories. In this article, we will explore the top six luxury resorts in the US that you absolutely must experience.

The Ritz-Carlton, Kapalua - Maui, Hawaii

Nestled amidst the lush landscapes of Maui, The Ritz-Carlton, Kapalua offers a serene and luxurious escape. With its stunning ocean views, elegant accommodations, and exceptional dining options, this resort embodies the true spirit of Hawaiian hospitality. Guests can relax at the award-winning spa, tee off at the championship golf courses, or indulge in authentic Hawaiian cuisine. The Ritz-Carlton, Kapalua is a paradise for nature lovers and those seeking an idyllic tropical retreat.

The St. Regis Aspen Resort - Aspen, Colorado

Located in the heart of the majestic Rocky Mountains, The St. Regis Aspen Resort is synonymous with luxury and sophistication. With its world-class skiing, opulent accommodations, and exquisite dining experiences, this resort is a haven for winter sports enthusiasts and discerning travelers. After a day on the slopes, guests can unwind at the Remède Spa or savor gourmet cuisine at one of the resort's renowned restaurants. The St. Regis Aspen Resort offers a seamless blend of alpine charm and refined elegance.

 The Breakers - Palm Beach, Florida

As an iconic symbol of luxury in Palm Beach, The Breakers is a historic resort that exudes grandeur and timeless elegance. With its breathtaking oceanfront location, lavish rooms, and magnificent architecture, this resort captures the essence of old-world charm. Guests can bask in the sun by the pool, indulge in rejuvenating spa treatments, or play a round of golf on one of the resort's two championship courses. The Breakers is a true gem on Florida's Atlantic coast, offering a truly opulent and unforgettable experience.

The Lodge at Sea Island - Sea Island, Georgia

Nestled along the pristine coastline of Georgia's Golden Isles, The Lodge at Sea Island is a luxurious retreat that combines Southern hospitality with world-class amenities. This Forbes Five-Star resort boasts elegant accommodations, championship golf courses, and a renowned spa. Guests can enjoy horseback riding, tennis, or simply relax on the private beach. The Lodge at Sea Island is a tranquil haven where luxury and natural beauty intertwine.

 Amangiri - Canyon Point, Utah

For those seeking a unique and secluded luxury experience, Amangiri in Canyon Point, Utah, is the ultimate destination. Surrounded by mesmerizing desert landscapes, this exclusive resort offers minimalist yet stunning architecture, private plunge pools, and breathtaking views of the rugged Utah canyons. Guests can embark on guided hikes, enjoy spa treatments inspired by Native American traditions, or stargaze under the expansive desert sky. Amangiri is a sanctuary of luxury and serenity in the heart of the American Southwest.

 Four Seasons Resort Hualalai - Kailua-Kona, Hawaii

Situated on the picturesque Kona-Kohala coast of Hawaii's Big Island, Four Seasons Resort Hualalai captures the essence of Hawaiian luxury. With its oceanfront bungalows, exquisite dining options, and world-class amenities, this resort offers a perfect blend of relaxation and adventure. Guests can enjoy snorkeling in the resort's private lagoon, rejuvenate at the spa, or tee off at the Jack Nicklaus signature golf course. Four Seasons Resort Hualalai embodies the true spirit of aloha, providing an unforgettable luxury experience.

Conclusion

In conclusion, these top six luxury resorts in the US offer a glimpse into the world of unparalleled opulence and refinement. Whether you seek a tropical paradise, a mountain retreat, or a desert oasis, these resorts cater to every desire with their luxurious accommodations, stunning surroundings, and exceptional service. A stay at any of these resorts is a truly indulgent experience that will leave you with cherished memories and a longing to return. So, plan your next getaway and immerse yourself in the lavishness of these extraordinary destinations.

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Lonavala’s Top 5 Winter Villas for the Perfect Retreat

Introduction: 

Now that winter has here, there will be crisp air, foggy mornings, and a hint of festive sparkle everywhere you turn. Lonavala is calling your name if you’re prepared to give up the bustle and noise of the city for a more tranquil environment. After months of intense heat, all you can think about are rolling green hills, the comforting hum of nature, and all the fresh air you can breathe. It’s the ideal time to get together with loved ones, friends, or even your team for a much-needed getaway that is both rejuvenating and soothing.

Nothing compares to the enchantment of partying in a private house nestled in the hills, even though the downtown streets are illuminated for the holidays.

The Rentalgram has the ideal locations to add a unique touch to this winter getaway. A variety of luxury villas in Lonavala with pool are available for every type of group, including large family reunions, friend reunions, and team offsites. Homestays in Lonavala are prepared to provide the ideal atmosphere for a winter vacation full of laughter, positive energy, and memories that will last a lifetime.    Lonavala Budget-Friendly Bungalow You may be on a tight budget after crossing off a trip on your annual travel list and are searching for a reasonably priced winter getaway without sacrificing comfort. Pool Villa 36 has the solution. With views of the picturesque hills of Lonavala and a private open-to-sky pool, this comfortable five-bedroom home provides an affordable getaway.

For parties that wish to enjoy Lonavala’s peace and beauty without going over budget, it’s perfect. With roomy rooms, cozy furnishings, and the ideal balance of elegance and practicality, these bungalows in Lonavala were created with comfort and leisure in mind. This villa is the ideal place to relax; it provides the kind of getaway that allows you to rejuvenate while taking in the majesty of winter.

Luxurious Villas for Business Offsites in Lonavala Now, planners and team leads, it’s that time of year! There’s no greater reason for a revitalizing team retreat than now that winter has arrived and the job grind has been relentless. For the most inspiring offsite of the year, take your whole team away from the typical office bustle and land in the verdant hills of Lonavala, where cool breezes, foggy mornings, and opulent comfort set the tone. The Earth Song and Pool Villa Meadows Nest on The Rentalgram have everything you need to make your business getaway a memorable one if you want to combine work and play.    The Earth Song provides a cozy, opulent haven that is equal parts calm and fashionable for groups wishing to break away from the norm and enter a more motivating setting. The goal of this seven-bedroom luxury home in Lonavala, which is surrounded by the verdant rolling hills, is to provide a comfortable and productive space for groups who need to collaborate and be creative. A welcome change from the typical offsite environment, the villa’s earthy hues and elegant interior design provide a cozy, laid-back atmosphere.

A private entertainment parlor with carrom, foosball, table tennis, and a projector adds a playful touch to the retreat, while a spacious, open living area inside is ideal for brainstorming sessions or group gatherings. The private infinity pool calls after a long day of concentrated work; it’s the perfect place to relax with the team and take in Lonavala’s breathtaking scenery.

Here, meals are also unique. With a chef on staff, every meal — whether it’s a fusion feast or traditional Maharashtrian fare — feels like a celebration. The terrace is the place to be for evening gatherings, where sunset views add a touch of magic to every conversation, while the outdoor dining area provides a picturesque setting for sharing a meal and unwinding.   Pool Villa Meadows Nest is the best option for big gatherings or teams. With two private pools, huge outside patios, and plenty of welcoming common areas, this spacious 12-bedroom estate can host up to 40 guests. Meadows Nest is the ideal setting for an offsite that strikes a mix between work and play, whether it’s team-building exercises, informal conversations by the fire, or lounging by the pool. 

It is a wonderful refuge for teams wishing to revitalize together because of its spacious layout and breathtaking surroundings. With the combination of comfort, innovation, and nature, these private pool villa in Lonavala guarantee a corporate offsite that will leave your team feeling rejuvenated and ready to tackle the coming year. 

Our Top-Rated Pool Villa in Lonavala   This is a year-round favorite of ours, and you won’t want to miss it on Pool Villa 9, which is one of our most well-liked options for good reason! This magnificent home creates a memorable winter getaway by fusing the finest of Lonavala’s natural beauty with opulent comforts. The large interiors make it perfect for groups, and the private pool encourages you to unwind and rejuvenate.

Pool Villa 9 provides everything you need to make your winter special, whether you’re organizing a fun holiday celebration, a family vacation, or a weekend with friends. This home is well-known for its lovely location and welcoming charm, making it a must-see this season.

A luxurious villa in Lonavala with all the amenities   The greatest has been saved until last. With warmth, charm, and entertainment all under one roof, Marvell Villa is our gem in Lonavala and will make your holiday get-together genuinely unforgettable. This four-bedroom hideaway offers plenty of seclusion and the space you need for warm family times. Everyone may relax in the roomy living areas, private pool, and beautiful gazebo.

Whether you’re sharing stories by the pool, cooking together, or just taking in the tranquil atmosphere, the chic interior design and cozy layout make it simple to unwind and re-establish a connection. Marvell Villa is the ideal setting for establishing new family customs and savoring the happiness of spending time together.

Are you prepared to create a memorable winter season? Lonavala is more than simply a vacation with The Rentalgram’s carefully chosen villas; it’s a full-on experience that unites teams, families, and friends in settings created to make every moment special. There is something for everyone and every budget, from the comfortable charm of Pool Villa 36 to the business-friendly, eco-inspired hideaways of The Earth Song and Pool Villa Meadows Nest.

This winter, swap up the routine for something unique. Gather your people, pack your luggage, and let the Lonavala hills provide the ideal atmosphere for relaxation, camaraderie, and laughing. With all the positive energy and heartfelt memories you’ll take into the new year, let’s make this season one to remember.

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Moving to Gurgaon? A Neighborhood Guide for Newcomers

Deciding to move to the millennium city of the country is a difficult decision as it is, but it is also a crucial, long process. There are so many things to keep in mind while moving to another city, from the budget to the locality. Many often find the right property at a nice location, but fall flat at the budget; on the other hand, others find an affordable property, only for it to be located in a sketchy neighborhood, or not in an area that is under their preference. As moving anywhere, for example, to a new city is a painfully long and difficult journey, it is bound to be a tiring one also. So, to ease things up a bit for you, we have researched some properties, especially for the newcomers. Here is a Gurgaon Neighborhood Guide:

1. Sector 17

This locality forms a part of the old Gurgaon area and includes sectors 17A, 17B, and 17C. This area is easily accessible to renowned workplaces, restaurants, and nightlife, as it is only 12 minutes away from DLF Cyber City. It is close to IFFCO Chowk, and you will bungalows and independent houses mostly here.

2. Sector 108

Located in the part of the city that is widely known as “New Gurgaon”, all that is available here are freshly constructed apartments. This sector is close to Sector 93 and Sector 105 and is only 30 minutes away from DLF Cyber City. The monthly rental of these accommodations is Rs. 20,000/-.

3. Sector 56

10–15 minutes closeby to Huda City Centre Metro Station, sector 56 has majorly apartments. Many good hospitals, schools, and shopping complexes can be found near this locality. For example, Artemis Hospital is only 10 minutes drive away. One of the best schools, Scottish High International School is close. Ardee City Mall is also nearby. It has many outlets of luxurious brands and more.

4. DLF Phase 3

DLF Phase 3, popularly known as Sector 24, is closely connected to Metro services. The closest metro station is Dronacharya, which is only 6 minutes away from DLF Cyber City and Cyber Hub. They have their own churches, temples, and community centers. Neelkanth Hospital is located in DLF phase three. DLF Phase 3 consists largely of independent residences and bungalows.

5. Palam Vihar

Only about 20 minutes away from DLF Cyber City, Palam Vihar is located near sector 21 in Gurgaon. With a bit away from the city chaos and daily hustle, this locality offers independent floors and kothis. Ansal Plaza Mall is nearby. The rent in these localities ranges from Rs. 20,000 to Rs. 30,000 monthly.

6. DLF Phase 1

The DLF Phase 1 is an area that is smoothly connected to both the nearby cities, Delhi and Faridabad, and is located in the northeastern parts of Gurgaon and the southwestern parts of Delhi. Moving to Gurgaon Tips includes this area, as it is an entirely residential area, and is close to Golf Course Road. It is only about 9–10 minutes away from DLF Cyber City, while also being well connected to Sikanderpur Metro Station. This locality largely has huge apartments, roughhouses, and big bungalows.

7. Sushant Lok Phase 1

You will find a blend of apartments and kothis, this locality is well connected to IFFCO Chowk and renowned hospitals. It is also near to MG Road metro station. This one is hugely recommended and is one of the most preferable areas in Gurgaon. These localities offer premium accommodation with a monthly rent of Rs. 30,000 and above.

Alongside, these Best Areas to Live in Gurgaon, we also have luxurious accommodations options for you. Some of these are:

Aralias, Sector-42.

Emilia, Sector-42.

Magnolias, Sector-42.

Tatvam Villas, Sector-48.

Belaire, Sector-54.

Ridgewood Apartment, DLF Phase IV.

Hamilton Court, DLF Phase IV.

DLF Park Place, DLF Phase V.

The Princeton Towers, IRIS, DLF Trinity Tower (The Golf Course Road).