#he looks so soft and welcoming when he has no makeup he looks gorgeous and i will keep saying it untill my words reach him someday!!!

[lcriedlastnight]

Can you write something with Oscar based on this post

https://www.tumblr.com/girlonabreak/744982039484366848/may-i-offer-you-something-water-food-my

i’ll try my best anon! thank you very much for your request, i hope you like it!

tw: fem!reader, swears, lmk if you want anything added.

w/c: 2.3k

oscar was a little nervous to have you over. the relationship was fairly fresh and this would be the first time you would be at his place. he’d spent the week prior cleaning every single nook and cranny he could find, then going on tiktok and finding out how to clean the ones he didn’t even know existed. not that you would be inspecting the space behind his fridge for it’s cleanliness.

three days before, when he’d gone shopping, he texted you asking if you liked this specific brand of chocolate and if you would like some for when you stayed over at the weekend.

oscar had gotten more blankets, pillows and even got you a new teddy bear, scared that you would forget the one you couldn’t sleep without. he was determined that you were having a good nights sleep with him. you had slept together before, but not properly. those had only been you falling asleep during a film after a date or oscar coming over to yours the day after the race weekend and feeling so jet lagged he fell asleep on your couch two minutes after you started carding your fingers through his hair.

you had always made him feel so welcome at yours so he was desperate to make you feel the same. even though this was a bit different than those times he was at yours.

oscar pottered around fixing things that didn’t really need fixing at all. he triple checked the fridge incase all the food inside had gone missing. then he checked his bank account to make sure he still had his money and he hadn’t been hacked, just incase you wanted to order in or even go to the shops.

a soft knock at his door shoves oscar out of his thoughts, he runs to the door to answer. you were on the other side, weekend bag in hand. you had little to no makeup on and your hair was thrown up not too messily. oscar then thought about if you would want to shower and how he only had manly products. how could he forget to buy you shower stuff?

“osc?” you ask as you stand in the doorway. oscar blinks once, twice, then is scrambling to take your bag off you.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry. i don’t know where i was there. you look gorgeous. come in.” he says as he spins around and stands to the side to let you walk inside first.

you slowly walk inside and the first thing you notice is the amount of candles he has lit. it give the living room the most homely feel.

“your place is lovely, osc. it’s so cozy.” you tell him turning around from looking at the kitchen to face him. oscar grins at your words.

“thank you, pretty. you want me to put your bag in the room?” oscar asks, feeling a lot less high strung now that you were actually here in front of him. that usually did help calm him down.

you nod. oscar tries his best not to leave you standing all by yourself in the living room for too long. he basically sprints to his room and back. a blink and you didn’t even know he was gone, type of situation.

you’re not standing in the living room when he comes back thought. you’re sitting on the couch. you look like you belong there. it sends a wave of affection to oscar’s heart.

“you want to watch a film?” you ask him from the couch. you already had the remote in your hands.

“‘course, what kind are you feeling?” oscar asks, heading to the cupboard in the hallway to get the massive blanket he’d bought at the shops a few days earlier.

“dunno.” is your reply. oscar can tell you have a film in mind but you may be a little embarrassed to ask to watch it. as he comes to sit down beside you, he throws the blanket over the top of you and it almost suffocates you. instead of commenting on it you just get comfy. oscar rakes his brain for previous conversations about films to find the one you could watch everyday and not get tired of. as he remembers he snatches the remote off of you to bring it up. you don’t say anything but you watch on skeptically.

“this one seem okay? i’ve never seen it before but i heard you like it.” oscar says, a cocky smirk on his face as he sees the look on yours after you realise the film. you grin.

“yeah i supposed we could stick this one on and give it a go.” you pretend like you couldn’t quote the dialogue in your sleep. oscar pressed play on the film and instantly feels the need to be touching you. you had chosen to sit in the corner of oscar’s L shaped couch, an incredibly you thing to do, oscar thought. but because of where you decided to sit oscar was unsure how to go about touching you. he gives up trying to think of ways to get you in his lap.

“come sit in my lap.”

you turn your head from the tv, the opening credits rolling in the screen. “okay.” you reply, shuffling to follow his request.

it ended up that oscar was laying in the corner of the couch and faced the tv. you were sitting to his side with your legs slung over his, shoulders brushing against each other with every breathe. oscar holds one of your hands underneath the massive blanket, the other traces his name on your ankle - just above your socks.

a quarter of the way through, you shuffled around to get comfortable again, your head ended up resting on his bicep as you had moved down a little more. oscar had to hold back the coo that threatened to escape him as he felt your check squash up against his skin. oscar throws his focus back on the tv, as hard as it is he wants to know the film you love so much.

at the end of the first act, oscar moves his attention back to you, he wonders if you’re hungry but are just too scared to ask. or if you were waiting on him to offer you something. were you tired and just wanted to move to bed right now? it wasn’t that late surely. what if you actually did want to go for that shower right now? would he have enough time to go buy some flowery shampoo and body wash so you wouldn’t end up smelling like him?

“can i get you anything to eat?” oscar asks, thumb rubbing over your ankle bone. he wonders if this is the ankle you broke when you were five, or if it was the other one.

“are you hungry?” you ask oscar, head turning to look up at him. the aussie almost melts at your expression. “i am if you are.” you say to him.

this confuses oscar but he decides that eating wouldn’t hurt. he doesn’t care if you don’t eat it all.

“you want to order in or just make something here?” he asks again. it makes him feel bad making you choose but he wants to make sure you’re completely comfortable with him tonight. the time when he can just know what you want and do it for you was right around the corner and he couldn’t wait for it.

“order in.” you say after a few moments of silence. “don’t want to move from here until bed.” you explain. although oscar didn’t think you needed to explain, he thought it was cute. he thought the same thing anyway, not having felt this content in months.

“fine by me. i’ll order it and it should be here soon.”

your film finishes and you and oscar finish the food. you talk a little at the end of the film, asking him about how lando and zak were doing and how strong the car was. don’t get oscar wrong, as much as he loved his job and the fact that you took so much interest in what he did, he just wanted a day where he could sit with you and hypothesise whether or not spider-man was too young to be spidering across the city. instead of telling you this he changed the topic, comfortably so you don’t notice.

“it’s getting late. are you getting tired, pretty?” he asks. he can see the way your shoulders are a little more slumped as you sit in front of him, the film behind you having ended and instead playing a trailer for some unrelated tv series. you nod to answer his question. “a little, yeah.”

“c’mon then. bedtime for us.” oscar says picking you up by your waist and flinging you over his shoulder. he carries you to the bathroom where he sits you on the counter. you are laughing all the way there. oscar’s already thinking about which ring would suit you more. he goes in the cabinet underneath the sink and grabs a pack of two toothbrushes. one pink, one blue. it’s so domestic, oscar nearly burst when he seen them in the shops and thought of giving the pink one to you.

“i know you brought a bag full of stuff and you probably have a toothbrush with you but i thought you could keep this one here and i could maybe clear out a drawer for you in my bedroom for you to keep things here so you don’t have to go back and forth for clothes.” oscar rambles as he puts toothpaste on both brushes and hands yours to you. it’s like oscar keeps forgetting that this is the first time you’re sleeping over, mind already thinking about the next time, and the next and the next.

oscar shoves his brush in his mouth to stop his mouth. you laugh at him. “i would like that. thank you osc.” you say before copying him and brushing your teeth. oscar watches like you were doing something really interesting, his eyes darting over your face. tonight he learns another new thing about you, you’re a really messy brusher. toothpaste slipping down your chin as you brush. he has to hold back the laugh that longs to escape him, not wanting to cover you in more toothpaste than you already have all over you.

oscar spits into the sink then quickly rinses his mouth with mouthwash, then spitting that out too. you follow his actions, hopping down from the counter to spit into the sink, standing in front of oscar. before you can rinse your mouth out with mouthwash though, oscar turns your face to his with a gentle hand.

“you got a little something..” you smile at his words. oscar belonged in a romcom for sure. the boy’s thumb coming out to brush away the leftover toothpaste on your chin. you smile at him in thanks but your smile falls as he wipes it on the shoulder of your t-shirt.

“oscar! why would you do that! what’s wrong with you!?” you squeal. oscar laughs hard, his head thrown back in joy. you’re not really mad, the smile on your face hard to miss. it’s hard to be angry at the boy in front of you who literally looks like the human version of the sun.

once you’ve finished in the bathroom - oscar yapping away as you take your makeup off and done your skincare at the sink - he pulls you to his bed.

“you want to change in here or do you want me to go to the bathroom?” oscar asks, throwing you the t-shirt he’s just washed (and maybe sprayed with his cologne before you came over). you catch it before hesitating with your answer. oscar answers for you.

“why don’t you get changed in the bathroom and i can get a big reveal, seeing you with my t-shirt on?” oscar asks, giddy at his own idea. you nod, if only just to please him, although you do like his idea, thinking it’s cute he wants that.

you’re quick to get changed, your hair taken out of the ponytail to hand down, it will probably get in your face tonight. you hurry out the bathroom to find oscar sitting on top of the bed in his own pyjamas. oscar’s eyes light up at the sight of you.

“jesus christ, pretty girl. you’re going to kill me.” he says standing up, arms outstretched like he would die if he didn’t touch you in the next ten seconds. you happily fall into his embrace. face against his chest. oscar’s nose in your hair.

“you smell like you and me.” oscar smiles as he pull away from the hug and pulls you into bed instead. you laugh at his discovery. “as long as i smell good.” you tell him.

after a quick okay fight over who was getting what side of the bed, you are both cuddled up to each other. it most definitely won’t stay like this all night because what oscar doesn’t know yet is you move a lot in your sleep. he’ll find that out in the morning, but for now he’s happy to have you right where he wants you. oscar is big spoon as his arms are wrapped around you, big hands under your top and on your warm, soft skin. leg over your hip, keeping you trapped under him, not that you would ever complain about that.

the teddy bear oscar had gotten you incase you forgot yours was laying at the bottom of the bed, while you clutch yours to your chest. one of your hands ghosting over oscar’s on your stomach.

the tv is on, playing some sitcom you’d asked for. oscar never usually sleeps with the tv on but for you? he would sleep on a bed of nails if it made you comfortable.

“g’night, pretty baby.” oscar mumbles into your hair, not bothering that it was in his face. you mumble something of the sort back, he knew you were basically asleep. ‘this is my future.’ oscar thought to himself before he fell asleep.

[strniohoeee]

could u do one where its readers birthday and matt has a bunch of surprises for her and like spoils her the whole day and its really fluffy and cute and then they go home after dinner and matt looks after her and they have like soft sex

Pure

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt showed Y/N just how much he loved her when he made her birthday extra special. Feeling overwhelmed by love, Y/N decides she’s ready for more in the relationship.🌺

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT, loss of virginity on both parts. Just some cute ass love making🥺

I also combined this with this request : “can you write a Matt smut where the reader and Matt are both virgins and they both have to figure out how to do it together (Matt and reader and dating in this) “

Song for the imagine: Can I Call You Rose?- The Sacred Souls

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Can I call you rose?

Cause you’re sweet like a flower in blue

Can I call you rose?

Cause your fragrance takes over the room

A sunflower field, a clear blue sky and Matt….this was all so beautiful. Running through the field as I let the wind brush through my hair. My fingers dancing along the flowers as Matt stood in front of me glancing back at me with a smile.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

My brows furrowed and I stirred in my sleep

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I jumped out of my bed and looked at the clock 8:00am….ughhh who’s at my door this early on a Saturday morning.

I opened my bedroom door and walked towards my living room.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“IM COMINGGGGG” I yelled a little annoyed at my slumber being interrupted

I opened the door with a sour face, messy hair and smeared mascara.

“Y/N Y/L/N” the guy asked

“Umm yes” I said squinting my eyes

“Perfect here’s a delivery for you frommmm actually it doesn’t say who” the guy said looking up from his screen

He bent over next to my door and handed me a large bouquet of red roses….my favorite flowers

“Woah…thanks” I said grabbing the bouquet and laughing

“You’re welcome, you gave a good day now bye” he said smiling and walking away

I kicked the door closed with my foot and put the bouquet down on the counter. Grabbing a vase for it and filling it with water.

I lifted them back up and looked at the tag, a smile growing on my face

“For my lovely girl, Happy Birthday<3! Can’t wait to see you later-Love Matt”

My heart melted at this….I was never given roses by any previous boyfriends, and to get a large bouquet of my favorite flowers with a note from Matt made me giddy inside.

I placed the flowers in the vase and decided to text Matt since I wasn’t sure if he was awake or not.

To Matt🌹

Good morning my love! I just received the flowers🥹 thank you sooo much I love you❤️

From Matt🌹

Good morning baby! You’re very welcome. Anything for my gorgeous lady, especially on her birthday:)

To Matt🌹

You’re the best🫶🏽 coming over today??

From Matt🌹

I have some things planned 😏

To Matt🌹

You creep😀 ……. Can’t wait to see you though😋

From Matt🌹

I’m going to get ready now! I’m taking you to breakfast I’ll be over in like 40 minutes ❤️

To Matt🌹

Okay my love! Drive safe and see you soon❣️

I showered, did some makeup, did my hair and got dressed all in 40 minutes, and at the 45 minute mark I heard a knock at my front door.

I opened the door for Matt and immediately smiled at him. Pulling him in by his arm and placing a kiss to his lips

“Happy birthday baby” he said hugging me

“Thank you my love” I said kissing his cheek and running to my room to grab a pair of shoes

I occasionally went home for my birthdays, but since making friends here I began to spend my birthdays with them.

But this year I decided to spend my birthday with Matt. Well it was more like his decision, but I didn’t mind at all.

“Okay baby, where do you want to go?” He asked me as I locked my front door

“Uhhh the diner by your house it’s my favorite” I said smiling at him

“To the diner it is” he said grabbing my hand

Matt had opened the passenger door for me as he always does and I hopped in. He headed towards the diner while we listened to music.

We sat for breakfast and talked the whole time.

“What do you have planned for today?” I asked him

“That’s for me to know and you to find out” he said winking

“Ohh come on Matt” I said rolling my eyes

“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you” he said taking a bite of his food

“Just tell me, and I’ll act surprised. I’m a great actress you know” I said winking at him

“I’m sure you are, but no” he said laughing

“Fineeeee” I said throwing my head back

We had finished breakfast and got back in the car. Driving for what felt like forever.

“Okay for first pit stop isss probably the best pit stop we’ll ever take” he said smiling at me

“I’m excited I can’t wait” I said clapping my hands together

Matt was driving for a good half and hour before he turned to me slightly

“I need you to close your eyes and open them when I tell you to” he said

“Okay” I said giggling

I had shut my eyes and I felt Matt park the car, he got out and came to my side helping me out of the car.

“Matt there’s no noise where are you taking me” I said laughing

“To my underground lair” he said

“Stop being annoying” I said sucking my teeth

“Just wait” he said pulling me further

Suddenly we stopped, and I felt him put me in front of him

“Okayyy now open” he said letting go of my hand

“Oh my god” I said looking around

He had taken me to a field of roses….the fact that he truly understood how much I loved these flowers made my heart warm.

“You like it?” He said

“Matt of course I do, it’s so beautiful” I said touching a rose and smiling

We walked through the field looking and smelling at the roses.

We stopped and Matt plucked two roses from the bush

“We keep these two and let them dry out and then put them in a frame with a date” he said giving me one rose

“I like that idea” I said looking down at the rose

He put the rose in his sweater pocket

“I have something to give you” he said looking at me

“More?” I asked laughing

“Of course more” he said rolling his eyes

He took a small box out from his pants and my eyes widened

“Matt” I said looking at him

“I wanted to give you this promise ring to show that I’m devoted to you forever and always. And one day this ring will become a wedding ring” he said opening the box

“Matt you didn’t” I said covering my mouth

“I did” he said taking the ring out and putting it on my left ring finger

I looked at the ring and felt tears come to my eyes. I immediately kissed him and pulled away

“I have never ever had anyone love me as much as you do, and I’m so grateful for you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” I said letting some tears fall

“Don’t cry my love, I love you so much” he said wiping a tear away and pecking my lips again

After a while of walking we headed back to the car and made our way to our next location.

My eyes kept falling on my ring, a gold band with a small diamond in it. A smile automatically creeping on my face

Matt took me shopping, he got me a new purse, a new pair of shoes, and a few outfits. Then we had lunch and we ended up on the pier walking and talking

“Having a good time” he asked me

“A very good time, I’m so thankful for you. This is the best birthday anyone could ask for” I said as we walked with our hands interlocked

“You’re welcome pretty girl” he said kissing my hand and smiling at me

We sat on the beach as we watched the people walk by and the kids splash in the water.

“I don’t know how those kids can get in the water it’s so cold” I said laughing

“I know….these kids are built different” he said laughing

“Tell me about it” I replied

“Where do you want to do dinner?” He asked

“No where, we can go back to my house, and we can make something together and watch a movie” I said smiling at him

“Are you sure?” He asked me

“I’m positive” I replied laying my head on his shoulder

Matt had taken me to a bookstore and then to a bakery to pick out my birthday cake.

We headed back home and it was an hour drive….its LA I’m not shocked.

We finally got back to my apartment. I gave my matt my keys to unlock the door since I wanted to bring my own bags in.

He opened the door and turned the lights on. I walked in after him and my jaw dropped

My apartment is covered in rose petals, more gifts on the counter, party streamers and balloons that said Happy 20th Birthday……

“Matt? When the fuck did you do this?” I asked putting my bags down

“I left your key back home so Nick and Chris could come back to decorate for me” he replied placing the cake in the fridge

“They did this?” I replied cocking an eyebrow

“Wellll I had to pay them 150 each” he replied laughing

“Mmm a good deal” I said laughing

“Very good deal” he said coming up behind me and hugging me

“Waitttt what if I said I wanted to eat at a restaurant” I said laughing

“Well either way you would’ve come home to this” he said

“Very true” I replied turning around and kissing him

“Let’s see what’s on the menu” he replied heading over to the fridge

“Ahhh pizza ingredients” he said taking the stuff out

“They know me so well” I said laughing

Matt washed his hands and began to preheat the oven, and make the pizza for us while he watched me open the gifts

He got me a gift basket of all my favorite skin care and beauty items, then he got me my favorite perfume and some gift cards.

“Matt thank you so much” I said opening the last gift

“You’re welcome baby” he said putting the pizza in the oven

After unwrapping the last gift my eyes widened and my jaw dropped

“Matthew Bernard” I said

“What baby?” He said laughing

I shook my head as I opened the Cartier box. He got me the necklace I had been dreaming of getting myself, but it was over $2,000 and I was saving up for it.

“Matt this is so expensive” I said looking up at him

“I worked for it okay, plus you never shut up about it, so I wanted to get it for you” he said smiling at me

“I have no words to express how thankful I am right now” I said taking the necklace out of the box

“Let me help you put it on” he said coming around the counter

I lifted my hair up as he helped put the necklace on for me.

I turned around on the stool to face him

“It looks gorgeous on you” he said smiling at me

“Thank you so much Matt I love you” I said pulling him in for a hug and a kiss

Matt and I had ate pizza and drank soda as we watched

Love and Basketball. My friend told me it was a cute romance movie, and it was a movie I’ve been wanting to watch so I figured today was the perfect time.

We had finished our dinner and cleaned up a bit before resuming the movie. Matt was leaning against the arm rest as I laid in between his legs with my back against his chest.

The movie was so cute at first. A friends to kinda lovers, but then it became an enemy to lovers. As they were both competing to be the best at basketball and one up another. However they were falling for each other at the same time without realizing it.

We were at the scene where it was post prom and they were outside by their windows talking to one another and realized they got into the same college.

Their feelings came out and they ended up making out on the grass, which then turned to them going to her room and you see a loss of innocence scene begin to play out.

I shifted my head a bit….this becoming a bit awkward since I was a virgin and this scene hit a bit close to home.

I’m no idiot to sex, but Matt and I never had sex. We were together for a year and a half and we just never went more than making out and getting handsy.

We finished the movie that had one more scene like that, and I could tell the energy in the room changed between us.

We shut the tv off and decided to do the dishes.

“I really liked that movie” Matt said

“Yeah me too it was super cute, and I enjoyed the ending” I said smiling at him

“Me too I was scared they weren’t going to work out, but I’m glad they did” he replied

“Same” I replied

The silence becoming painfully awkward

“So ummm you know that one scene” I asked

“What scene?” He asked laughing and turning the water off

“The one where she’s clearly losing her virginity” I asked getting shy

“Uhh yeah…” he replied furrowing his brows

“Well is it true? Like is that how it goes down?” I asked him

“Uhhh I wouldn’t know” he said drying his hands

“Wouldn’t know?” I asked cocking my head to the side

“Well yeah Y/N I’m a virgin” he said smiling awkwardly

“What? You’re a virgin?” I asked shocked

“Are you shocked?” He asked laughing

“I mean a little bit, you always seemed to know what we’re doing” I replied

“I said I never had sex I didn’t say I don’t know how to kiss or touch” he replied getting red in the face

“Oh….right” I said swallowing thickly

“I know you’re a virgin” he said

“Isn't it painfully obvious?” I asked laughing

“I wouldn’t say painfully, but yes it’s obvious” he replied laughing

“Heyy not nice” I said playfully pouting

“It’s okay we’re in the same boat here” he said laughing

“Awww virgin boy Matt” I said poking him

“You’re literally a virgin too” he said

“Exactly why we can make fun of each other” I said laughing

“Mmm I don’t think it works like that” he said coming around the counter

“Sureee sure” I said laughing

Matt and I had gone to my room slipping on our pajamas and laying in the bed. He was scrolling on TikTok while I was reading a book….

My mind couldn’t get off of the topic of sex. I mean I wanted to know what Matt thought and how he felt. I hadn’t realized I was shaking my leg till Matt grabbed my knee

“What’s wrong?” He asked laughing

“Huh? Nothings wrong” I said looking up from my book

“Something is wrong, you only shake your leg when you’re anxious” he replied

“I’m not anxious just thinking” I said shutting my book and placing it on the nightstand

“About??” He asked shutting his phone off and placing it on the other nightstand

“Just the movie” I said avoiding eye contact

“A 90s movie got you anxious?” He said laughing

“What? No” I said rolling my eyes

“It’s just I was thinking about sex and how we never really talk about it” I said looking at him

“I’m an open book what do you want to talk about” he asked me

“Well, have you ever thought of sex with me?” I asked shyly

“I have usually when I’m daydreaming in the shower or at night” he said giggling

“Matttt” I said laughing

“I’m sure you’ve thought of me” he said winking

Immediately my heart started racing and my cheeks flushed. I wasn’t sure how he was so confident right now because I was shitting bricks.

I’ve spent many nights over the course of our relationship fantasizing about Matt and what he’d be like in bed. Picturing his sweaty body panting over me as he moaned out my name….. or maybe now…. whimpering since he’s inexperienced

“I have” I said looking down

“And what have you thought about?” He asked

“I’m not telling you that” I said looking at him

“I’ll go first then. I just think about you laying underneath me, moaning and sweating. Your cheeks flushed, your eyes screwed shut and your hair a mess” he said with hooded eyes

“Matt….you can’t say stuff like that and expect me not to have a reaction” I said shaking my head

“I’m just being honest” he said

“What if….what if we have sex right now” I said fiddling with my hands

“Right now?” He asked shocked

“I mean might as well” I said shrugging my shoulders

“I’ve never done this so I can't promise I’ll be any good or that I’ll last long” he said scratching the back of his neck

“Well that’s all right, for right now it’s the experience” I said

“Okay…yeah….yeah” he said

“Well uhh you start it” I said sitting there

“Start it?” He said laughing

“I don’t know you make the first move” I said getting awkward

He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. His right hand caressing my cheek as we slowly began to make out. His lips moved down to my neck leaving sloppy kisses.

I grabbed his right hand and removed it from my face placing it on my boob. He firmly grabbed my breast, massaging and kneading as I moaned into the kiss

He got up and removed his shirt sitting on his heels, so I did the same. I sat on my heels in front of him and removed my shirt.

We were chest to chest and bare staring at one another. My hand caressed his jawline as it slowly ran down his neck and to his collarbone.

Leaning forward I placed a kiss on each side of his collarbone earning a sharp inhale from him. My hands run down his shoulders to his arms, and back up. Raking my nails up his arm and down his chest lightly. Goosebumps rising on his skin

I connected our lips in a heated kiss and slowly moved my lips down to his neck. Peppering kisses along the sensitive skin. Running my hands through his hair

“I love you Matt” I said looking into his eyes

“I love you too Y/N” he said looking at my face

He kissed down my neck and to my collarbone area trailing kisses from my shoulders to my collarbones. His lips meet near the valley of my breasts.

“You look so perfect like this, the necklace dazzling in the light while you’re bare in front of me….like a goddess” he whispered ghosting his fingers over the necklace

“God Matt you have such a way with words” I whispered back and my chest rose and fell rapidly

He kissed the soft tissue of my breasts before moving his lips down and licking my nipples.

“Oh my god” I gasped out

Licking, sucking and swerving his tongue as he looked up at me.

“How do you know how to do this?” I asked biting my bottom lip

“I’ve done my research” he replied with a smirk

He always words things so weirdly I thought to myself

He came back up snaking his right hand to the back of my head before crashing our lips together once more. Our tongues fighting for dominance as our teeth clashed together

Matt leaned me back on my pillows as he slid my pajama bottoms off.

“I’m new to this so I need you to tell me what you like” he said looking at me

I nodded my head and he slid his hand from my knee to my clothed pussy. Running his thumb over my soaked underwear.

“MATT” I gasped out as my thighs shut around his arm

“So you like that” he said smiling

“Yes” I whispered

Matt hooked his hands in my underwear and helped me slide out of them. My arousal basically soaked through them.

He brought his hand back down as he used his middle and ring finger to slide my arousal around from my clit to my entrance causing me to gasp

“Holy shit Matt” I moaned out looking down at him

“Have you ever fingered yourself before?” He asked

“I have, but your fingers are longer and thicker” I said licking my lips

“This might hurt” he said in a whisper and I nodded

He rubbed my clit with his thumb before inserting his middle finger into me. Gasping loudly at the new burning stretch

“Am I hurting you?” He asked looking at me

“No” I said as my brows furrowed and my eyes shut

Matt slowly pumped his finger in and out of me, if I wasn’t so turned on right now the sound of my arousal would have me embarrassed.

As his finger slid in and out I became more and more wet. Matt slid his ring finger in and I gripped the sheets harder.

“Oh my god” I moaned out

He rubbed my clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

“Matt matt matt please I need more” I moaned out looking at him

“Okay baby” he said rubbing my thigh with his left hand

He removed his fingers from me and I whimpered at the loss of contact. I propped myself up on my elbows.

Matt removed his pajama bottoms and his boxers, and my

Mouth dropped at the sight. After a year and a half I’m just now finding out that Matt is hung??

“Woah?” I said looking up at him

“What?” He said scared

“Matt your dick is huge” I said laughing and covering my mouth

“Alright enough” he said blushing and rolling his eyes

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” I said shaking my head

Matt put his fingers in his mouth to collect spit and spread it along his dick. My pussy clenching at the site of that.

“Do you always use spit?” I randomly blurted out

“Uhh no usually lotion, but spit gets the job done” he said looking at me

“Carry on then” I said winking at him

He slowly spread the spit on his cock, stroking his dick effortlessly while looking down at me.

“Like I said I might not last a long time, so in advance I’m sorry” he said looking down

“Matt it’s alright plus now that I know your fingers make me shudder I’m good” I said smiling at him

“Right” he said chuckling

Matt leaned forward in between my legs slowly hiking them up. He was a bit shaky but I began to place my hands on his back as he lined himself up with my entrance

“God I’m so nervous” he blurted out

“Matt just do it” I said laughing

“Sorry I’m sorry you make me nervous” he said looking at me

“I know when you’re all alone in your room you’re a little slut, so just do it” I said laughing

“Fine fine” he said laughing a bit

Slowly he slid into me, my nails gripping onto him as my eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck Matt” I winced out

“Too much” he asked looking at me

“It hurts but I’ll be okay just keep going” I said looking at him

Matt connected our lips as he pushed the rest of himself into me. Both gasping at the feeling as we locked eyes.

“You can move” I said to him

He nodded his head and slowly rocked back and forth into me. His breathing already getting shaky as his hips moved faster

“Fuck Y/N” he moaned out as his mouth fell open

“Matt you feel so good” I moaned out pulling him as close as humanly possible

Matt was panting in my ear as his hips snapped into me causing my nails to rake up and down his back.

Matt’s lips moving down my chest as he peppered kissed across my breast as his hips snapped into me.

“Matt baby I’m so close already” I moaned out

I wasn’t sure if it was because I was craving sex for so long, or if it was because Matt’s dick curved perfectly or if it was because Matt fucked good….but all I know is I was about to cum so hard I just needed a little push

I brought my right hand up to Matt’s mouth

“Suck please” I said in a moan

Matt’s mouth opened his mouth and he sucked on my middle and ring finger, swirling his tongue around them while he held eye contact with me…..like a slut…

I pulled my fingers from his mouth and brought them down to my clit. Rubbing faster as he pounded into me.

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned out as I looked into Matt’s eyes

“I’m going to cum soon” Matt said in a moan as his jaw fell slack

“Me too” I said hitting my lip

I rubbed faster and soon enough I began to clench around Matt, my body shuttering. My thighs began to shake as I held eye contact with Matt

My orgasm crashed over me so powerfully. My mouth fell open as I rubbed faster while Matt pounded into me.

Coming down from my high as I breathe in and out heavily.

“Fuck Matt that felt so good” I moaned out as he slid out of me

He began to pump himself at a quick speed as his chest rose and fell rapidly.

“I’m going to cum” he said looking down at me

Suddenly his lower abdomen contracted and his jaw fell slack as he looked at me

“Oh my goddd” he moaned out as he painted my lower abdomen in his cum

Shutting his eyes and licking his lips as he came down from his high

Falling next to me and looking at me

“That was amazing” he said breathing heavily

“It was and I’m so grateful I did it with you” I said looking over at him

“I love you so much Y/N” he said leaning over and kissing me

“I love you too Matt” I said biting my bottom lip

“Lets go shower” he said sitting up

I got my bathtub running for a hot bubble bath, and Matt put the bed sheets to wash…

He joined me in the hot bubbles and we sat together talking about what just happened

“Can we do that again” I asked him

“Of course” he said kissing me

“I’m talking about now” I said smiling at him

“Now? We still have your birthday cake in the fridge” he said laughing

“The night is still young” I said

“You’re an animal” he said

“You created this….with that massive dick of yours” I said laughing

“Alright okay” he said covering his face and blushing

“I love teasing you” I said poking him

That night we had many many rounds, and no birthday cake….We washed the sheets for nothing….

The End

Whewww this one was long, andddd it was my last request AHHHH. I hope you enjoyed it🤭🤭. Love you guys tho🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[creepling]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ dating digger harkness headcanons

this is a very specific reader because i love the idea of this grimy hobo having a cute, smart girly partner that is the candy floss to his raccoon energy OKAYYY. also tcm shenanigans will be back shortly, i just had to give some love to a dc rogue like the old times<33

tags: feminine reader (wears dress, skirt, heels, mild makeup and has breasts and v) but gn pronouns. sugar daddy digger if you squint. reader is a jailbird. cuddling. pet name: birdie. smut under the cut - minors dni. polaroid nudes. (m) masturbation. thoughts of: oral (m receiving) and cowgirl.

If you were to ask Digger the first thing he noticed about you, his caveman mind would be objectifying. But your ass did look very flattering in your skirt and the smile you shot his way was the cherry on top. He likes them sweet and innocent, you like them rugged and dangerous. It was a match made in hell heaven.

After a few dates spent in dingy pubs and lover’s lanes, he was enamoured by you. He’s never had someone look at him the way you do. Eyes full of light, glistening at the sight of him. You always welcomed him with open arms, practically throwing yourself at him. He liked how easy you were to pick up, and the way you wrapped your limbs around him. How your soft skin blushes red against his scruffy neck. No matter the setting, you sat so close to him that you were more or less on his lap. He wraps his arms around you, or has a hand on your thigh, letting nearby acquaintances know you belong together. Digger thinks to himself, “I got so fucking lucky.”

His love languages are primarily gift-giving and physical touch. More times than you can count, Digger has fallen asleep on top of you. Either on the couch, while watching a movie or he found a way to snake between your legs while sleeping, he has a habit of using you like a pillow. You developed a kinship in moments like this where you play with his hair, massaging your fingers into the nape of his neck or twirling the strands that curtain his temples. You muse at his sleep-full hums, watching this rogue unwind under your touch, satisfied like a dog receiving pets. The gift-giving is when his rogue side is on high voltage. He wants to give you the world, shower you with jewels, let you wear the best of gear. “You want diamonds? Yeah, I’ll get you diamonds,” He’ll muse, mixing his pleasures with yours. When he robs a bank, the majority of his stolen dollars has been spent on you since you met him. Did your car get towed? He bought you a new one, along with the insurance. Need a new dress for the weekend? He’s got you sorted, along with heels and a bag to match. “Can’t have my bird in peasant clothes!” He protests, “Not with that cracken’ bod.” Queue the wink.

He loves showing you off, chuffed that he proved his doubters wrong that he could settle down and have a gorgeous significant other. “What they see in you, I don’t know . . .” They say, whether that be Deadshot, King Shark, heck even Amanda is amazed by it. He keeps candid polaroids of you in his pocket on the job, looking at them when he misses you. He squeezes the unicorn plushie you gifted him when he is stressed, anything to feel your presence when you’re half the world away. A shit-eating grin on his face when people tease him about his love for you, using it to embarrass him. “Awh, it’s puppy love,” Harley cooes, and Digger nods, all chuffed with himself.

Digger gave you the nickname “Birdie” because well . . . You’re a jailbird. He is in prison for heinous crimes, after all! Oh, is he touched-starved when you’re standing there, pretty face to the phone, separated by glass and talking in your voice that melts him like butter. His eyes are eating you up, desperate to have his hands on you. He’ll do all the suicide missions going to shred off the jail time, to get closer to the day his lips are kissing yours. Blackmailing Amanda to get you the best of the best, pay off college debt, holidays abroad, and spoil you when he cannot. “Oh, Birdie, when I get out of here I’m not letting you out of my sight, you’re stuck with me.” He groans, drunk on love. All you do is smile, sliding a pack of Polaroids under the screen when the guards aren’t looking. “Have these to tide you over in the meantime,” you tease. Digger rushes back to his cell, flipping through the photos. First were of you in dresses that were his favourites, the type of ones that are flowy and floral, framing you so delicately. They get more desirable as he flips them over, and his eyes lull in lust.

Digger loves the dirty photos you send him, it drives him fucking insane. It’s good to keep you fresh in his mind, but it borders on teasing just having you to look at. He didn’t have the brightest imagination, but this was good practice. Imagine how soft your thighs are under his callous hands, what your lips taste like with the lipgloss you have on. Your delicate hands trace his bulge, your touch replacing his heavy-handed grasp. Bucking into your hands as he sucks your breasts, teasing your nipples, muttering how perfect you are. His sweet little birdie, all belonging to him. Your eagerness proves your devotion. You take his infamous size so well, your spit coating his cock as your tongue swirls around his pulsing tip. As he wanks himself off, muffling his groans, he has the faintest memory of your cunt. How wet you always were for him, how eager you bounced on his cock. His eyes closed as he pumped his cock faster, edging to the echoes of past moans you chanted in his ear.

[joelmillerisapunk]

Beach Daddy III. I can do it with a broken heart

Rich daddy!Joel x F!reader

Series Masterlist • Masterlist

Wordcount: 12,532

Summary: After a day of emotional turmoil, you find solace in a chance encounter with Joel, who invites you to his secret deck.

Warnings: 18+, Joel and reader get closer, Todd does fuckboy things, reader really goes through it in this one, it's like a lil baby soap opera up in here for everyone.

Notes: Welcome, welcome, dear friends. Sorry this is so long. I never know where to end the chapters 😂 so I just add more. Your comments, asks, and reblogs are always so welcome! I appreciate everyone who's in this with me.

You walk out of Amorebelle with light pink clothing bags weighing down each arm, wearing a new outfit. You can't remember a time when you've gotten this many new clothes at once. You also find it hard to wrap your head around the fact that these clothes cost more than you make in an entire year.

The saleswomen Jane and McKenzie won't let you look at the price tags, but as they're ringing up your picks, you catch a glimpse of the total on the computer screen. You can't help but wonder how you'll ever be able to pay Joel back for this shopping trip. 

You also can't help but wonder how often he does this for women.

Jane, who's worked at the shop the longest, had recognized him when you walked in the door. You don't have time to contemplate this because you notice a maid you recognize from the yacht. She makes her way to you and starts relieving you of your bags. You make sure to keep the bag with your dress and shoes for the evening.

"Miss, I was told to take these to your room on the ship while you are at your appointment," the maid tells you.

"What appointment?" you ask her, confused.

"You have an appointment at the salon three stores up.”

"Did Joel set this up for me?" you ask, feeling even more surprised.

"Yes, ma'am," the maid says with a smile.

You're glad that the boutique you've been shopping in has a shower where you're able to rinse off before this appointment. They must be used to sandy beachgoers coming in right before a night out.

You make your way up the street and stop at the salon with floor-to-ceiling glass windows. From the outside, you can see the row of chairs, each in front of its own mirror.

You walk in, and the man at the front desk assures you that you do, in fact, have an appointment, full hair, and makeup, which is all prepaid.

The receptionist walks you back to your stylist, an attractive man whose hair color matches yours. "What do you have in mind today, sweetheart," your stylist asks you.

"I'm honestly not sure. Can I leave it up to you?" you ask.

"That's my favorite request," he says as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Your natural coloring is gorgeous, obviously, I am not going to touch that. So, I'm thinking a quick trim and a blowout."

He has your hair and makeup done within an hour, and you barely recognize yourself in the mirror. You're amazed that your hair is perfectly smooth, with not a single strand of frizz to be found. You gently run your fingers through your hair and can't believe how soft it is.

"What do you think?" the stylist asks you. He hands you a small mirror and turns you in the chair so you can get a better view of the back of your hair.

"Is this really my hair?" you ask, holding up the smaller mirror.

"Of course, sweetheart. You look amazing," he says with a smile.

"I didn't know I could love my hair this much.” You admit.

"So, go enjoy it!" he says with a huge smile.

"I will. I love it. Thank you so much," you say enthusiastically.

You walk out of the salon's front door in your midnight blue silk dress with shining hair, and you feel amazing. For the first time since the breakup, you feel like you can do a whole lot better than Todd.

"All I can say is wow," says Joel. He's been waiting for you outside of the salon.

"I hardly recognize myself," you say with a laugh.

"I wasn't commenting on the dress or your hair. I was impressed by your confidence. It looks good on you darlin," Joel says, looking you up and down unabashedly.

You feel your cheeks get hot. You don't understand how Joel always says exactly what you need to hear.

"But, I do have to admit I was right about that dress; it does look amazing on you," Joel says with a wink.

"I don't know how to thank you–" but Joel cuts you off before you can finish thanking him.

"Please, you don't need to finish what you were about to say. You deserved it. Simple as that."

"Okay," you say with a smile. "Well, then I just want you to know that today has been the best day I have had in a long time." You like that Joel isn't the kind of man who gives gifts because he likes the praise that follows.

"The restaurant is just a few blocks over. I can call for a ride," he says, pulling out his phone.

"Yeah, we could get a ride over," you say and grab his phone. "But, it's such a beautiful night; why don't we walk?" It is a beautiful night, but if you're being honest with yourself, you want to walk to soak up as much time alone with Joel as you can.

Joel smiles and offers you his arm. You notice his new suit jacket goes perfectly with your new dress. You bite your lip to keep yourself from asking if he picked it on purpose, but you secretly hope he had.

"This town is beautiful; I'm surprised that it isn't busier," you say, looking up at the bistro lights strung across the streets in a zig-zag pattern. The light is just barely fading, and the cool breeze catches the slit in your dress, making the end lightly flutter around your ankles as you walk.

"It is a well-kept secret," Joel says.

"For the rich and famous?" you ask.

"Well, kinda, but the locals who live here are what make this place so amazing. The restaurant we’re headed to has some of the best food I've ever eaten. But the chef is just a local man who perfected his art form. Never went to culinary school; just cooked because he loved it."

"How do you know all that about him?" you ask.

"My family has vacationed here for as long as I can remember. When I got tired of listening to my parents argue, I would go exploring the island. I’ve gotten to know a lot of the locals over the years," he explains.

You walk up to a building with a large illuminated sign reading The Coastal Hibiscus. The restaurant has a large deck area with a perfect view of the ocean. As you make your way up the front steps, you drop your hand from Joel's arm, not wanting Sarah to get the wrong idea.

You arrive at the restaurant last, finding the entire party already seated. As you enter, the conversation slows, and Todd's gaze locks onto you, a sense of satisfaction washing over you from the look on his face.

Only two seats remain, so you sit between Alison and Hudson. Joel takes a seat directly across from you, next to his daughter.

"I love that dress on you, by the way." Alison says with a little smile.

"Thanks," you reply as the waiter distributes menus.

"Where did you take off to? I haven't seen you since you went with Sarah's dad to find the dolphins," Alison asks.

"Oh, we never found them, so we just drove around for a long time looking for them," you lie, staring intently at the menu. You don't want to share the details of the intimate day you spent with Joel.

"That's too bad," Alison says, joining the group's conversation about where everyone plans to 'winter' that year.

You continue to look at your menu, overwhelmed by the number of choices. Finally, you look up to see Joel staring at you. You silently mouth 'What should I get?' across the table.

He smiles at you and mouths back 'The lobster.'

When the food arrives, you're grateful for his suggestion. His choice is amazing; the lobster is cooked so well that it feels like it melts in your mouth.

You sit peacefully sipping a glass of wine and listening to the group's conversation, stealing glances at Joel. The waiter brings around dessert menus, and you order a slice of cheesecake, one of your favorites.

A few minutes later, the waiter sets a piece of cheesecake in front of you, and placed delicately in the whipped cream is a stunning cushion cut diamond engagement ring. Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart stops. As you try to make sense of what's happening, you hear Todd whisper angrily to the waiter, "No, not her!"

No one seems to notice the mix-up, and a few seconds later, the engagement ring cheesecake is placed in front of Sarah instead. Her small squeak alerts the rest of the table to what's going on.

"Sarah, will you make me the luckiest man in the world? Will you marry me," Todd says, down on one knee next to Sarah.

"Of course, I will." Sarah immediately answers. She jumps up and hugs Todd, all the while letting out ear-piercing squeals.

You look across the table and see Joel's eyes locked on you. Did he see them place the ring in front of you and your reaction to it? 

The restaurant feels like it's closing in around you. You have to get out. You quietly slide your chair away from the table, leaving your ringless cheesecake untouched, and walk out into the open air. You start walking toward the ocean; the water has turned from a vibrant blue to an ominous black. The glassy surface reflects the light of the moon, which sits alone in the sea of darkness. 

You continue walking, your feet aching in the heels, but to your relief, you recognize the yacht docked in a nearby marina. The crew must have sailed over to this marina to drop off the rest of the group while Joel and you were in the shops. So you make your way towards it. However, even before you reach the docks, the tears have already started falling down your face. You wipe them away quickly, not wanting to stain your new dress. The sound of footsteps behind you has you hurrying to the yacht. Whoever is following you, you do not want to speak to them–not now.

Not even if it's Joel.

—

 "Todd, I'm so glad we finally get to spend some time together. It seems like I barely get to see you anymore. I'm so sorry I've been so busy," you said, smiling at your fantastic boyfriend. You really missed him, but with graduation so close, you had to put all of your efforts into studying.

"I'm glad you finally found some time for me," Todd said in a flat tone. You guessed you deserved that, but the comment still stung.

"Where do you want to go eat? I heard there’s a great new sushi place just a few blocks over," you said, trying to switch the mood to a more positive one.

"Yeah, that works," Todd muttered as he pulled out his phone to send a text.

You started walking over, but you couldn't help but feel like something was off, and you relaxed as Todd's fingers locked with yours.

"So, how’s work going?" you asked. Todd had graduated with his Bachelor's degree the year before and started working for his dad's financial firm after that.

"It's been great. You would not believe some of the people I help with their investments. Every single one of them was a millionaire before they were thirty. That is going to be me; just you wait."

"I know you will be, Todd," you said as the hostess showed you to your table. "If anyone can make it happen, you will."

"It wouldn't hurt to have a rich wife. Then, we'd become millionaires together," Todd said and smiled at you. He had always been so proud of the fact that you were working towards being a lawyer. You were so relieved that he recognized your time studying was for your future together.

The waiter walked over to your table and asked if you were ready to order. Todd ordered multiple plates of sushi, and then the waiter turned to you.

"I'll have an order of the California rolls and a water," you handed the menu back to the waiter and looked up to see Todd with a strange expression on his face.

"California rolls?" Todd asked as the waiter walked away.

"It's the best deal on the menu. I'm saving for my books. I don't know if I’ll be able to qualify for another loan," you said, slightly defensive. You knew Todd hated how cheap you were, but you had to be if you were going to be able to afford to put yourself through school. You knew he didn't understand; his dad paid for his education.

Todd pulled out his phone again and sent another text. You tried not to let it bother you; it was probably something for work.

You spent the rest of dinner talking about the different investments Todd was making on others' behalf and how one of his clients had just purchased their first private island.

"I'm going to run to the restroom before we head out," Todd said and got up, not realizing he had left his phone sitting face up on the table.

As soon as he walked away, his screen lit up with a text message. All you could see from where you sat was the contact name, 'Her.' Your heart sank.

The screen went black, and you took a deep breath. Todd walked back from the restroom, smiling at you.

"You ready to go?" he asked you as he made it to your table.

"Absolutely."

"Why don't we catch a movie?" Todd asked, grabbing your hand again as you walked out of the restaurant.

"Sure. What do you want to go see?”

—

You slam the door of your room and rest your back against it, catching your breath. You had to get away from whoever was following you out of the restaurant. You can't face anyone after witnessing Todd's engagement to someone else. You take a few minutes to catch your breath, and when a soft knock on the door vibrates your back, you ignore it. The person doesn't knock again.

Your dress clings to your sweaty body, and you want nothing more than to take it off. You slip off the midnight blue silk gown and drape it over the chair in front of the vanity. Noticing the pink garment bags already hung neatly in your closet, you secretly wish that you fit in this world, this world of money. But you know deep down that you don't.

You walk past all of the new clothes and throw back on your usual attire of shorts and a T-shirt; you can't get comfortable in the fancy clothes. You make your way over to your bed and throw yourself on the comforter. Burying your face in the pillow and let the tears come. You cry until your eyes burn. You sit up in bed and wonder where everything went wrong with Todd and you. You had truly been in love with him. You had planned a future together, and even though he never spoke directly of marrying you, you always assumed it would happen one day. So when the waiter placed his engagement ring in front of you perched on a pillow of whipped cream, it hurt even more.

Your roommate had been suspicious of Todd cheating on you for months before you read that text. You went on pretending your relationship was stable, even though deep down, you suspected him, too, especially after the incident at the sushi restaurant.

You didn't confront him about the text until weeks later. He denied everything at first, saying it was his father's receptionist. She was a bitter older woman who was not the kind of woman you wanted to cross. He put the receptionist in his phone as 'her' as a joke.

You knew he was lying, but you were okay to keep on pretending. That was until you caught him texting 'her' again, right in front of you. Then, you exploded, and you got into your worst fight. He finally came clean that it was a woman he met at your birthday party. 

He swore he wasn't cheating and that she was just a friend. You promised that you would work it out even if he was cheating on you, but he wasn't interested in that. He was no longer interested in you. He broke up with you the very next day.

With the memories replaying in your mind, you jump out of bed and run to the balcony. You breathe in quick gasps of the cold sea air. You just realized that you had invited Sarah to your birthday party. Todd had met her there, and they had been in contact ever since. Sarah told you that she'd been dating Todd for four months, but your birthday party was eight months ago. So Todd had been pursuing Sarah for eight months while he was still pretending to be faithful to you.

'It wouldn't hurt to have a rich wife; then we'd become millionaires together.' Todd's words ring through your memories. He hadn't been talking about you becoming a lawyer and the two of you becoming wealthy together. He had been talking about marrying Sarah, an heiress. This had been his plan all along. 

This night of realization has your head hammering, and you need to calm down. So you walk back into your room, slip on your shoes, and walk out your door. You’re going to go out to the bar on the deck and make yourself a drink. The lights on the deck are already out, but you quickly realize you’re not there alone.

"Oh, Todd!" Sarah moans.

"You are so damn sexy!"

Two shadowy figures are pressed together in the pool, waves rippling around them, and you quickly realize you have just interrupted Sarah and Todd's after-engagement celebration. You immediately freeze on the spot.

Their moans grow louder, and you try to retreat before either of them sees you. Unfortunately, you don't notice the lounge chair behind you in the dark and topple over it in your rush to get away. You land flat on your back, and all the air is knocked out of your lungs.

"What the hell? Who's there?" Todd's voice yells behind you.

You pray it’s too dark for them to see or recognize you. Then, you start crawling back towards the door, and as soon as you think you are out of sight, you stand up quickly and run. Once you get through the door, you keep running down the hall, the tears stinging your eyes. You are humiliated, heartbroken, and defeated.

You get to a set of stairs and immediately start climbing as many floors as you can. You have to get as far away from the pool as possible. It’s  bad enough knowing Todd is sleeping with Sarah, possibly for eight months, but to see it first hand is too much.

You end up in front of an elevator, and just as you stop to catch your breath, the doors slide open.

"Hey darlin? Are you okay?"

It's Joel. All you want to do is to run into his arms and feel his warmth surround you. But instead, you simply nod and turn to walk away. How could you possibly explain what you just witnessed? Sarah is still his daughter.

"I don't believe you. Somethin’ is wrong. I came to check on you earlier.”

—

Joel hands you a glass of red wine, and you follow him out onto his private deck. The elevator has led up to his room, and Joel, noticing your state, invites you up.

You lean over the railing and swirl the wine in the glass.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Joel asks with a note of concern in his voice.

"Nothing happened; I was just tired," you reply.

"You were so tired that you ran all the way back to the yacht?" Joel asks, clearly not believing you.

You don't say anything and take a small sip of your wine.

"And in the hallway just now? You seemed pretty upset," Joel says.

"I promise, I'm fine, but thank you," you say, trying to muster up a small smile.

Joel does not look convinced, but he lets the topic go. You both stand looking over the ocean for a long time in complete silence. The yacht has left the small island, and so the waves are bubbling lazily behind the propellers.

"When do we make port again?" you ask, finally breaking the silence.

"Tomorrow," Joel replies.

"I’m gonna miss you, Joel," you say quietly.

"What are you talking about, darlin?" Joel says as his eyebrows knit together in concern.

"I'm going to catch a flight back to New York tomorrow.”

Joel stares at you for a long time after saying that you’ll be leaving when you get to port the next day. Or at least you hope you will be. You don't even know where you will be, let alone if there is an airport or a ticket home you can afford.

"I would really hate to see you go, darlin," Joel says with a serious look on his face.

"I think it's for the best," you answer softly.

"The best for you?" he asks. You stay quiet for a long time. Are you deciding what is best for you and/or running from your problems?

"I don't know… " you answer truthfully.

You take another small sip of the wine Joel had poured you and watch the liquid as you swirl it around in your glass.

"You know wine always tastes better in the sauna," Joel says, watching you.

You turn to him, "That does sound nice, but I’m sure the staff who work the spa have already gone to bed."

"Well, good thing the sauna is in my bathroom," he says as the corners of his mouth ease into a smile.

"You have a sauna in your bathroom?" you ask, impressed.

"Of course, so what do you say?"

"I'm not really dressed for a sauna," you gesture down to your shorts and T-shirt.

"I have a robe that you can borrow unless you'd rather go without." Joel winks and starts walking away to grab the robe.

"So what else do you have up here all to yourself?" you ask, liking the distraction from the mess of a night you've been through.

—

You walk through a large sitting room, a bedroom with the biggest bed you've ever seen, and then finally to the bathroom. Joel calling the tub in his bathroom a soaking tub is an understatement; it's more like a small swimming pool sunken in the middle of the floor.

"You can get changed here." Joel leads you into an extravagant walk-in closet, complete with a large vanity table and chaise lounge. He hangs a white cotton robe on a hook next to the door, making it the only garment in the empty closet. You realize Joel's room must include his and her's closets, but Joel has no use for this one.

You undress down to nothing and slip the buttery soft robe over your skin. You could live in this robe. There are definitely some amazing perks to being rich. You walk out of the closet, and Joel is waiting for you in a matching cotton robe.

"See, it's a perfect fit," he says.

"I don't even want to know how much one of these robes costs," you say. 

Joel laughs a little at your comment. "The sauna is through this door here," Joel says and pushes the door next to him open, holding it for you to enter first.

You don't know what you've been expecting when Joel had said he had a sauna in his bathroom, but the sauna you walk into is more than you could have ever imagined.

Every inch of the room is covered in light wood. The benches look as though they conform perfectly to your body and are accented with white pillows. The steam is warm and envelops you as soon as you walk into the room. However, the most breathtaking part of the sauna is the floor-to-ceiling window. It makes it feel like the sauna is open to the ocean itself, and the dark water reflecting the dim light of the room is extremely romantic.

"How do you ever leave?" you ask after a few speechless seconds.

Joel laughs again and takes a seat in the center of the bench, staring out into the dark water. You sit next to him and realize you might be too close, so you try to scoot away subtly.

"I don't bite, darlin."

You laugh awkwardly but remain close enough to feel the heat of his body next to yours. You close your eyes and try to let go of the evening. You think about watching the dolphins swimming in the cove while Joel sits next to you on the jet ski.

"You look like you're feeling a little better," Joel whispers.

"I am. This is exactly what I needed." You pause for a few seconds and add, "You keep saving me today."

"You've saved me on this trip too. Can I tell you a secret?" he asks, leaning in closer to you.

"Of course," you answer, and your heart starts beating faster.

"The rest of Sarah's friends drive me insane."

"That's your secret?" you bump his shoulder with yours. "That’s a really weak secret. They drive me insane too."

"If that’s not a secret, then tell me a better one," he says.

"What kind of secret?"

"Tell me why you’re leaving tomorrow?" he asks and looks into your eyes.

You pause, considering if you should tell him the truth, but he is getting Todd as a son-in-law. So you choose a different path.

"I can't afford to stay," you say finally. Taking Joel's silence as confusion, you elaborate, "I'm completely broke. I've put all of my money into school. I work as a bartender and live off of my tips and ramen noodles."

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand why that means you need to leave tomorrow," Joel says somberly.

That’s a fair point; Sarah and her father have paid for absolutely everything.  It isn't costing you anything to stay on this once-in-a-lifetime vacation. You need to come up with a reason to leave before he sees through the holes in your story.

"I have to get back to New York, get ready to move to Cambridge, and find a job there before the semester starts. I only have a few weeks of living costs saved up." This is partly true; you do need to do all of those things, but going back early would actually complicate things for you. You can't move into your new apartment in Cambridge until two weeks before the semester starts. So going back early would just mean you'd sit in your old apartment with nothing to do. Plus, if you went back early, you would have a few more weeks of expenses to take care of, and you already quit your job.

"What if I could help you find a new position in Cambridge?" Joel asks.

"What do you mean?" you ask, surprised.

"I have some connections in Cambridge; if I helped you get a few interviews, would you be able to stay longer?"

You can't find any words to respond. You've been really worried about what you would do for work when you got to Cambridge. You don't know anyone there and planned on spending the two weeks before the semester handing in resumes at different restaurants.

"You would do that for me?" you ask.

"Absolutely. I’ll make some calls in the morning. You don't have to stay, but I would enjoy your company if you did. The Bahamas are beautiful this time of year. I don't want you to miss it."

"Okay, I'll stay," you say quietly. "Thank you, Joel."

You can't believe this man's kindness to you. If it's important to Joel that you stay on the trip, then you will figure out how to deal with Todd and Sarah for a little while longer.

"I'm glad to hear it," he says with a smile.

The sky starts to lighten in the early morning hours, so you stand and tell him, "I should head back down to my own room and get some rest."

"Probably a good idea," he says and follows you out of the sauna.

You go back into the massive closet and change back into your clothes, hanging the robe back on the hook. You walk back out into the main room, and Joel is waiting for you, still in his robe.

"Let me walk you down."

"That's really okay. You’ve done so much for me already," you say.

"How long will you stay?"

"I'm not sure. At least another week." You smile at Joel and walk out the door.

***

Joel shuts the door behind you as you walk down the hall. He's relieved that he convinced you to stay for at least another week, but he knows there's something else that's the real cause for you being so upset tonight.

He knows that you're not part of Sarah's usual friend group, but after talking to you tonight, he's confused about how you're even friends at all. You clearly have big goals and work hard to see them happen. Sarah doesn't have any goals other than becoming an 'influencer.'

The thought of you working at every spare moment to put yourself through school makes his stomach twist at how badly he's spoiled Sarah. You deserve so much better than to be just scraping by. He would do anything he could to help you find something better. Hell, he would have offered to pay for your tuition, too, if he thought you would accept it.

Joel pulls out his phone and sends an email to the connection he has at a law firm in Cambridge. He's done some business with them in the past and figures it would be a much better fit for you than making people drinks. With how much business he's given the firm, he knows he can at least get you an interview.

On his home screen, there's a notification of a phone call from his financial advisor, Alester, that he missed while he was in the sauna with you. Alester never calls at this hour, so he knows something is wrong. Joel calls him back immediately, waiting impatiently to hear his voice on the other end.

“Joel, I am so sorry for the early hour," Alester says.

“No need to apologize; what's going on?" He asks urgently.

“I am afraid it is not good news.”

“Just tell me, Alester," he says, doing his best not to get impatient with the man. He's worked for Joel for years, and Joel trusts him with his life. There's an infuriatingly long pause on Alester's end. He sighs before he finally responds. “Blaine is back, sir."

***

The sun is streaming through the glass doors of the balcony as you finally open your eyes. Your head is pounding from a lack of sleep and caffeine. You want to order coffee up to your room, but you need to shower too badly to wait. After running all the way to the yacht and then sitting in the sauna with Joel, you are salty with dried sweat. You probably should have showered last night, but, after reaching your room in the early morning hours, you collapsed on the bed and had fallen asleep in your clothes.

You walk into the bathroom, expecting to look like a mess from all the events of the night, your clothes are extremely wrinkled, but you are surprised to see your hair still looks flawless. "I wish I could afford to get a blowout more often," you say to your reflection, pulling on a few strands as you admire the style.

You put your hair up and step into the hot water of the shower, washing off the previous day. You stand under the steaming water until you are getting a little dizzy from the heat. As you stand there, you can't help but think about Joel. He's been so kind to you, and you can't help but wonder if there's a chance he wants more from your relationship than what one would typically expect between a man and a friend of his daughter's. You shake your head. You can't allow yourself to think that way. Joel lives in a world you know nothing about. Not only is he much older than you, he is also Sarah's dad. Besides, he can have any woman he wants. Why would he want you?

Returning your thoughts to reality, you finish rinsing your hair and turn off the water. You wrap a towel around yourself, and make your way back into the bedroom to cool down.

The screen of your phone is illuminated, so you pick it up and lounge back on the bed. You have several notifications from the group chat between you and your roommates, Aubrey and Lin. You know you need to let them know what's going on.

Aubrey: Hey? Are you still alive? We haven't heard from you in days.

Lin: Maybe she finally found herself a rebound, and that’s why she’s too busy for us. My guess is a sexy pool boy!

You: Sorry, you two. Signal has been spotty. A sexy pool boy, Lin? Is that your guess or your fantasy?

Lin: I think a sexy pool boy should be everyone’s fantasy. ‘Pool boy, refresh my drink, and while you are at it, come rub me down with some tanning lotion.’

Aubrey: Lin, you’re the reason I can’t let Gianni read our group messages!

Lin: Sorry, we aren’t as lucky as you to have an amazing boyfriend who kisses the ground we walk on. Some of us have to use our imaginations.

You: I miss you two so much! I wish you were here with me.

Aubrey: How is everything going? Is the boat as big as we are imagining?

You: Honestly, it is probably bigger than you’re imagining. It’s not so much a boat as it is a super yacht. The bathroom in my room is as big as our entire apartment, and I’m just in a guest room. I have my own private balcony! Oh, and yesterday, I got to see a pod of dolphins!

Lin: Dolphins? How cool! I wish I had a rich friend who took me on expensive vacations.

You: Yeah, it sounds good in theory, but in reality, that rich friend was the one sleeping with my boyfriend for months.

Aubrey: Sarah was the one Todd was cheating on you with?! Why didn’t you lead with that?

You: Oh, that’s not even the worst part. Todd is here on the yacht too. We had already left port when I found out, so I’ve been stuck here with him.

Lin: No way! What the hell did that scumbag have to say for himself when he saw you?

You: Well, he pretended not to know who I am, and I went along with it.

Aubrey: I’m so sorry!

Lin: Why didn’t you call him out?

You: I probably should have, but I didn’t want to make things awkward. Like I said before, I am literally stuck on a boat with these people. Plus, Sarah clearly doesn’t know. I didn’t want to hurt her.

Aubrey: That makes sense. Maybe she will dump him before things get too serious.

You: Oh, one more thing, they got engaged at dinner last night. I had a front row seat for the entire thing. And then their after party.

Aubrey: Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you? I don’t know exactly how I would find you, but you know I would figure it out.

You: Thanks Aubrey, but I’m okay.

Lin: Shit, this is really messed up. What do you mean by ‘you had a front row seat to their after party?’

You: I walked out to the pool deck and caught them having sex in the pool. Then I tripped over a deck chair trying to get out of there.

Lin: Did they catch you?

You: I still don’t know. I really hope not. I don’t know how I would show my face in front of either of them again if they did.

Aubrey: How did Todd even meet Sarah? It’s not like your social circles mix very well.

You: I was thinking about that a lot last night. I am pretty sure that they met at my birthday party.

Lin: So you're telling me when we were all celebrating you, Todd was off hitting on someone else?

You: Pretty much. I’m realizing a lot about who Todd really is. I think his whole plan was to find someone rich. I was thinking about it last night. I remember that towards the end of our relationship, he made lots of comments about how poor I am.

Aubrey: You’re not poor! You’re a college student just trying to make it through school.

Lin: Isn’t Sarah the one who dropped out sophomore year to become an influencer?

You: Yes, that is Sarah. She does actually have a big social media following. And as you both know, she comes from a lot of money.

Lin: Well, that’s pretty easy when you can buy whatever you want and post pictures of yourself on your dad’s billion dollar yacht.

Aubrey: So how long until you get back?

You: I think I’m staying another week. We’re sailing to the Bahamas. I was told that we will make port tonight.

Lin: Well, that sounds amazing. Do you know what you’re going to be doing?

You: I’m not sure yet. I’ll have to ask Joel what has been planned.

Lin: Oh, who is Joel?

You: Joel is just a friend.

Aubrey: I’m glad to hear at least you’re making friends. Then you have a way to escape from Sarah and Todd.

Lin: Me too. Any pool boys?

You: Haha Lin! Very funny. No, I have not made friends with any of the pool boys.

Lin: Well, maybe you should. There is no better way to get over someone than getting under someone.

Aubrey: I hate to say it, but I agree with Lin. Go get some! There have to be some island hotties at one of your stops.

You: I can’t believe you two. I have to go. Someone is knocking at my door. I miss you two so much!

Chuckling at the antics of your two best friends, you set your phone down on the bedside table, smiling to yourself. It's good to know that you have at least two friends you can count on for anything.

You wrap your towel tight around you and check the peephole in the door, relieved to see a maid at your door and not someone else since you're not even dressed yet. You open the door and are surprised to see she's holding a tray and a box in her arms.

"Good morning, Miss," the maid says with a friendly smile on her face.

Confused, you return her smile but look suspiciously at the items she's holding. "Good morning. I think there may have been a mix-up. I didn't call down for anything."

"Don't worry. There was no mix-up," she assures you, taking a step through the open door. "Where would you like me to set this?" she asks.

You open the door wider and let her in to set the tray down on the table. She sets the box gently on the bed and turns to exit, still smiling at you.

"Do you know who sent this?" you ask, tracking the woman with your eyes as she steps away from the bed. However, she does not answer your question. Instead, she continues to proceed to the door with a small knowing smile on her face that makes you wonder what she knows that you don't.

"Have a good day, Miss," she says, giving a small head nod as she flashes you one last grin.

"Thank you," you say and close the door behind her.

You make your way over to the tray first. Lifting the cover, you find a stack of pancakes and a side of bacon and eggs. There's also a small pot of coffee and a fluffy pastry. Your mouth is already watering at the sight of the food, and you inhale deeply, closing your eyes and imagining how good it will all taste, but you replace the cover.

The anticipation for what the box could contain is too great.

The box is tied close with a red ribbon, so you untie it and set it to the side. You remove the lid to the box and are surprised to find a white cotton robe. Immediately, a smile crosses your face, and a small giggle of glee escapes your lips. There's a small handwritten note resting on top.

Darlin,

Please meet me on our secret deck later this evening. Enjoy some time to yourself.

P.S. I wanted you to be comfortable.

Sincerely,

Joel.

You set the card down on the nightstand, right next to the little pink seashell, and you slip on the robe. It's even softer than the night before, if that's possible, and it smells like sandalwood - It smells like Joel.

The clock reads 4:30 pm before you finally get out of bed and dress for the day. You pick out a form-fitting sundress with a delicate blue shell pattern along the hemline. It's one of the pieces that Joel purchased for you at Amorebelle. You aren't used to wearing dresses, but you want to look nice when you see him.

You carefully do your makeup at the vanity table in your bathroom. As you step back and look in the mirror, you are impressed with your own appearance; you look like you belong – almost.

You make your way to Joel's secret deck. Your heart pounds against your ribcage as you get closer. You stop as you round the corner to the private location; all you can see is the back of Joel's head as he holds a phone to his ear. The muscles in his shoulders are tense, and you can tell by his low tone that the conversation is not a pleasant one.

"What do you mean he’s threatening to contact members of the family?" You hear Joel say. "He has demands now? What are his demands?"

There is a long pause after what Joel says, and you watch him running a hand through his hair; he seems to be on edge. He listens carefully to whoever he is talking to, and you consider turning around.

"We need to start protecting the family assets. I need you to review my father's will again and ensure it is airtight. He will not get a dime out of me."

You know you should turn around and give Joel privacy, but your curiosity gets the better of you when he starts talking about his family. You lean against the railing to wait, and it squeaks. It squeaks loudly.

Joel turns his head and gives you a small half-smile. He waves his hand, gesturing for you to come to join him. You hesitantly walk over, taking as much time as possible.

"I agree that's a good plan. Lock everything down, and let me know if we get any more calls from him. I'm counting on you, Alester. Don't let me down," Joel says. He hangs up the phone and sets it on the table next to the lounge chair he is sitting in. He sighs, turns to the laptop sitting next to him, and starts typing.

"Hey, I hope I am not interrupting anything," you say and slowly walk up to him.

"Darlin," Joel says as he closes the laptop and turns to face you. "You're not interrupting anything; I was just getting caught up on some work stuff."

"I just noticed you were on the phone, and I didn't want to interrupt a business call or something," you say, trying to explain why you were leaning against the railing and eavesdropping on his phone call.

"Oh, that wasn't business. I just needed to deal with some family issues," he says as he moves a white and blue striped towel and a bottle of tanning lotion off of the lounge chair next to him, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks, and a natural smile finally mirrors in his eyes.

"I am because of you. Thank you so much for sending me breakfast, and that robe was amazing. I honestly can't remember the last time I let myself lay around in bed all day. I really enjoyed it," you say and sit as gracefully as you can manage in the lounge chair next to Joel.

"Good to hear. You deserved a day to relax like that. You don't need to thank me for the robe; after seeing you in it last night, I knew it belonged to you. It looked like it was made for you, so it was only right that I send it down to you," he says.

His words make your heart beat fast again, and your face flushes. You know you are getting too close to your friend's very handsome and single father than is wise. But, when he says things like that, it is hard not to.

You think about telling him the truth about why you were so upset, but you don't want to ruin the fun you're having together by unloading about your ex-boyfriend, who is about to be his son-in-law.

"So, are you excited to walk your daughter down the aisle?" you ask, quickly trying to change the subject, so you don't blurt out your history with Todd.

"Honestly, I'm not sure if I will walk Sarah down the aisle or if she will want her mom to," Joel answers.

His response surprises you, and it must show on your face because Joel continues with his explanation.

"I was only with Marnie, Sarah's mother, for a short time. Marnie got married to someone else shortly after and had Sarah. She believed that Sarah was biologically her husband's and not mine. I didn't even know Sarah existed. She had Sarah take a DNA test when she was ten; she was linked to some of the Miller family members who had also taken the test. Only then did we find out that Sarah was mine."

"I had no idea, Joel. Sarah never said anything about any of this," you say. You feel so sorry for all of them.

"When Marnie's husband died, she told Sarah and me the truth. However, Sarah had grown up with another man as her father, and I never wanted to try and fill his place in her life. So I never really took on that fatherly role with her. Instead, I bought her everything she ever asked me for, and that was the basis of our relationship for a long time."

You sit there staring at the pain in Joel's face for a while. He never takes his eyes off of the ocean but continues to tell you about his past.

"Over the years, we've tried to build our relationship, and I take her on vacation with me every summer, but we still don't have the typical relationship you would expect. At times, Marnie and I have a hard time getting along; we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things. So I stayed back and let Marnie raise Sarah; in a lot of ways, I don't agree with how she raised her," Joel says with a sigh. "That's why you're all here. Sarah and I don't know how to talk to each other because we have nothing in common and barely any memories together. So dinner gets a little awkward without others to fill the silence," Joel says, seeming slightly embarrassed about admitting this.

"I had no idea. Sarah always made it sound like her life was so perfect."

"In all the ways Sarah measures her life, it has been," Joel says, but you aren't quite sure what he means by it.

A maid with a tray of tropical cocktails interrupts your conversation, and she sets the drinks on the table between Joel and you.

"Thank you, Molly, these look wonderful," Joel says.

"Of course, sir," Molly says with a small smile.

"How's your sister doing? I hope she's making a speedy recovery."

"She is, sir. She should be back on her feet again in no time."

"When we get back, you should make some time to go and see her. I'll tell Reggie to add some more PTO for you," Joel says.

"Thank you, sir, I really appreciate that," she says and turnsto leave.

As you observe the interaction between Joel and one of his staff members, you realize you've never seen him treat an employee poorly. However, Sarah snaps at them to get their attention, and you suspect she doesn't even know their names or anything about them. She doesn't even treat them like they're people. This explains why you never felt like you fit in with Sarah and her friends, but you feel comfortable and want to spend all your time with Joel. He doesn't look down on you for being poor, but Sarah does. The irony of it all is that the only one on the ship who knows exactly how poor you are, is Joel.

You stare at Joel, and when he finally meets your gaze, you can't help but smile at him. "Thank you for telling me all of this," you say.

"Thank you for listening," he responds simply.

"It seems like we're making a habit of telling each other all of our secrets," you say with a small giggle.

"I hope that continues."

"Me too," you answer.

"Sarah has another dinner planned on the upper deck. Can I walk you up?" Joel asks you.

"I'm actually feeling a little seasick, I don't think it would be wise for me to eat right now," you answer. You don't feel like spending another evening with Sarah and her new fiance.

"Do you need a doctor? We have a nurse on the yacht, but we'll be making port in just a few hours; I can call and have one meet us at the dock."

"No, I'm okay, really. I just need to go back and lie down."

"Okay, if you're sure. I'll walk you down to your room," Joel said, checking his watch.

"No, no. I'm fine, really."

"Okay," he says reluctantly, "but please use the intercom in your room if you need anything."

"I will, I promise," you say with a small wave and leave to slowly make your way back to your room.

You take your time moving through the ship. You don't want to run into anyone heading to Sarah's dinner, where the topic of conversation is sure to be all about her recent engagement.

You're relieved when you see that most of the hallways are completely empty, so you quickly start toward your room.

"Hey!"

You turn and see Reggie walking up behind you.

"Hey, Reggie. It's been a while," you say with a smile.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"I'm going back to my room. I wasn't really in the mood to spend dinner with everyone."

"Well, I was on my way to play some cards with some of the crew members. Why don't you come?"

Reggie must have seen the hesitation on your face. "Come on. It's actually fun to hang out with normal people every once in a while."

You laugh. You didn't realise that Reggie thought you were just as wealthy as the rest of Sarah's friends. "Reggie, I am a normal person. Let's go.”

—

Joel makes his way up to dinner alone, silently wishing you would be joining. You're one of the only ones in the group that he actually cares to have a conversation with. However, it might be for the best that you're not coming. Joel found himself always drawn to you, and if he wasn't careful, Sarah would catch on to his interest in her friend. He knows that would not go over well.

Joel's the last one to arrive, and he takes the only seat available next to Sarah's new fiance, Todd.

"I never got the chance to congratulate you on the engagement last night," Joel says as he shakes Todd's hand. "I rushed out because I had an urgent business matter I had to attend to."

Joel hoped that would adequately explain his quick departure the night before. He feels a little guilty that he didnt stay to celebrate and instead took off after you to make sure she was okay.

If he's being honest with himself, his evening spent with you, talking in the sauna, was much more enjoyable. He probably won't be winning any best dad of the year awards, though. He already smoothed things over with Sarah this morning. He showed up to her room with a pair of diamond earrings from Tiffany's. He'd bought them for her birthday, but they were perfect as a stand-in engagement present. Once he brought out the diamond, he didn't think she heard another word that he said. He’s happy to see that she’s wearing them tonight. She truly did look happy, and Joel prayed she would be in her marriage.

"Thank you so much, sir. I hope you approve of our engagement," Todd says.

Joel almost forgot that it was customary for a man to ask for his daughter's hand to get the father's approval of the marriage. "I think you two make a great couple. I'm looking forward to having you as part of the family, Todd," Joel says and then stands up. He taps his wine glass to get the group's attention. Everyone at the table quiets quickly and turns to him.

"I want to congratulate Sarah and Todd on their engagement. May they find happiness in each other and enjoy each other's company for many years to come." Sarah's friends all clap at this statement. Once the quiet returns he starts again. “As my engagement gift to the couple, I would like to throw you two an engagement party at my home here in the Bahamas."

This announcement receives a very excited response from all of Sarah's friends. Sarah's face is beaming at all of the attention she is getting. She smiles and stands up to make an announcement of her own. Joel notices she shakes her head gracefully from side to side, causing the earrings to catch the light. She is an expert at showing off wealth; no wonder she’s doing so well as an influencer.

“Thank you so much, Daddy! I'm so glad you approve, and an engagement party will be the perfect way to announce to the world that I'm about to be married. I am so excited about the upcoming wedding, and I would be honoured if all of you were part of our wedding party." Sarah is met with murmurs of agreement from the men and squeals of excitement from the women present. She sits down with a huge smile, clearly pleased with the group's reactions. “Daddy, can you hire some professional photographers for the engagement party? I need some really good pictures to post."

“Of course," Joel says.

“I wish we could have gotten some great shots of the actual engagement, but Todd didn't think about that part of it," Sarah says, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I told you it wasn't exactly planned. We had such an amazing day, and it just felt like the right time," Todd says defensively.

“I'm marrying a true romantic," Sarah says, resting her chin on Todd's shoulder.

“Is there anything else you two need?" Joel asks, trying his best to be supportive.

“I’ll need to pick one more bridesmaid so we have even numbers," Sarah says to Joel.

“Why not ask your old roomate?" Joel asks, confused as to why Sarah isn't planning on asking her most likable and attractive friend.

“Oh, I didn't notice that she wasn't here for my announcement. That sort of works out for the best, though. I’m going to ask someone different. She doesn't really fit into the vision I have for the wedding," Sarah says, sounding very much like a snob.

“And what exactly is your vision for the wedding?" Joel asks, annoyed with his daughter's uncouth response.

“I want everything to be glamorous," Sarah says as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I'll still invite her, but as part of the wedding party, you have to fit the aesthetic."

“That's true; it's not like she would be comfortable with the level of finery at the wedding anyway. It’s very obvious that she’s lower class. I think our guests would be able to sense that. If she can't afford to buy a new dress for her birthday party, it's not likely that she will be able to afford a bridesmaid's dress anyway," Todd says with a smug smile on his face.

Sarah giggles and then turns to talk to the woman next to her about possible venues for the wedding.

“Didn't you just meet her this week?" Joel asks Joel in a low voice.

“Yeah, Sarah told me they went to college together or something," Todd says and takes a bite off his plate.

“Then how would you know she couldn't afford a new dress for her birthday party?" Joel says with quiet suspicion.

Todd's eyes go wide in shock, and he nearly chokes on the food in his mouth. He takes a few moments to recover and then says, “I think Sarah told me that. She went to her birthday, and she had to borrow a dress because she couldn't afford a new one."

Although Joel doesn't doubt that Sarah would gossip about something as petty as not being able to afford a new dress, he finds it odd that Todd would remember something like that. Todd's reaction tells Joel that he is hiding something, and Joel's suspicion is only increased by his quick shift to join Sarah's conversation.

Do you and Todd know each other outside of Sarah?

Joel eats the rest of his meal in silence and makes an excuse about having work to do to get out of the rest of the evening's activities. Instead of heading back to his room, he goes to the captain to tell him about the change of plans. 

After Joel's conversation with the captain, he makes his way to his office, which is located a floor below the guest rooms. He thinks about going and checking on you but decides it is best to let you get some sleep.

Joel's office on the yacht is a carbon copy of his office at home. It has a large wooden desk in the center and a large dark leather armchair. The only difference is the view is spectacularly better on the yacht. A large windowed balcony sits behind the desk, so Joel can watch the ocean as he works.

Joel sinks into his leather chair and opens the laptop on his desk. A notification glows on the screen, informing him of the one hundred and twenty-seven emails waiting in his inbox. He pulls out his phone instead and finds his event planner's phone number in his contacts.

“Hello, this is Jessica of Jessica's events."

“Jessica, this is Joel Miller."

“Mr. Miller, it’s great to hear from you again. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

“I'm calling to see if you can organize a party for me. My daughter just got engaged, and I want to throw her an engagement party at my home in the Bahamas."

“Congratulations, Mr. Miller. I would love to help plan such a happy occasion. When can I pencil in your event?"

“Two days from now," he says, knowing the absurdity of the request.

“Did I hear you right? You want me to plan an entire event in two days?"

“If anyone can do it, it's you, Jessica. I’m willing to pay double."

“You have always known how to close a deal. I will have everything ready for you, Mr. Miller. Does your daughter have a theme in mind?”

Joel hates that he has to say it out loud, “She said the theme of her wedding is…glamor."

He hears a small giggle escape from Jessica on the other end of the phone, and she quickly tries to cover it with a cough.

“I know how it sounds," Joel says, embarrassed. “That’s why I am trusting you with this event. I know you will make it tasteful. After the engagement party, I’ll have Sarah talk with you about wedding plans."

“That sounds great, Mr. Miller. I will see you in two days."

“Thank you very much. Goodbye," Joel says and hangs up the phone. This wedding is going to be expensive, and Joel already expects to foot the bill for everything. Extravagant is one thing, but Sarah's taste is beyond even that.

Joel turns his attention back to his laptop screen and the blinking email notification, but he can't get you out of his head. Instead of working, he pulls up his social media pages and searches for your name. He quickly finds your social media pages. You're not very active; most of your pictures are candid shots of you and your friends, two women that looke kind and a lot more down-to-earth than his own daughter.

Joels slightly disappointed that you don't have more pictures for him to scroll through and very little about your life. He wants to know more about you, but it seems like you're very private with your online presence.

He sighs and closes the social media pages, finally returning to the emails he’s dreading sorting through. The newest email in his inbox makes his heart sink. It's from an unknown sender and contains a single sentence.

I know who I really am, and the whole world will, too, if you don't meet my demands.

—

"I am a normal person," you say again, smiling as you walk with Reggie. He raises an eyebrow skeptically at you.

"You don't believe me?" you ask.

"Right, because us normal people get invited to one of the largest private yachts in the world as guests all the time. You don't have to pretend you're not rich to fit in with the crew. They will like you because you are actually nice," Reggie says.

"I am the furthest thing from rich," you laugh.

"Oh, yeah? Prove it," Reggie says with a teasing smile on his face.

You quickly pull out your phone and find a picture of you and your two roommates in your apartment and show it to Reggie.

"What does this prove?" he asks.

"This is a picture of me and my two roommates, Lin and Aubrey; we are sitting in the living room of our one-bedroom apartment. I’m a bartender at a little dive bar, and I currently have two hundred and thirty dollars in my bank account," you say matter of factly.

Reggie's expression changes from one of teasing to one of shock.

"Are you serious?" he asks.

"I mean, I can pull up a bank statement if you really want," you say with a smile.

"Then how did you end up as one of Sarah's friends?"

"Sarah and I were roommates during our first few years at NYU. I think Sarah was placed in the regular dorm rooms to teach her what it was like to be a regular person or something," you say, only half joking. You still haven't figured that one out. Maybe her dad was trying to teach her a life lesson. "Anyway, she hated it and dropped out her sophomore year, but we remained friends and have been in and out of touch over the years. She randomly invited me on this vacation, and I accepted. I didn't expect the yacht to be quite this big, though."

Once you are done with your explanation, you are on the lowest floor of the yacht. You're surprised at how nice the staff area is. Perhaps you'd been expecting it to be like a scene from the lower decks of the movie 'Titanic,' but the lowest level of the ship looks like walking into a lobby of a four-star hotel.

You make your way into what must be the staff dining room. There’s a large group of people surrounding a circular table in the middle of a game of cards. Music is playing in the background, and snacks and beer litter the table. It looks like this is going to be the most comfortable you've been on your trip so far.

"Everyone be nice; we have a newcomer," Reggie says as he pulls out a chair for you.

The mood changes slightly as you sit down, and Reggie sits next to you. You realize you’re still wearing the sundress that Joel bought you, and you must look like you are made of money.

"Hey, I'm Max," says a man with black hair and olive skin.

"Hey, Max," you stick your hand out to shake his and you introduce yourself. 

"Nice to meet you. Tell us about yourself."

"There isn't much to tell. I'm a bartender at a little hole-in-the-wall in New York, and I'm trying to put myself through law school," you say nonchalantly.

"What bar?" a girl across the table asks.

"It's called McGregor's."

"No way! I've been there before," Max says. “You have the best nachos!"

You laugh. “Yeah, we do. I would eat an entire plate by myself if no one were watching."

You feel the entire table relax as they all realize that you aren't like the rest of the guests on the yacht.

"What are we playing?" you ask, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

"Strip Poker."

Your throat goes dry at the thought of undressing in front of a room full of strangers. You're afraid to swallow the piece of popcorn you just placed in your mouth. You look around, and everyone is still fully clothed, and your heart rate starts to slow. Max smiles, clearly finding enjoyment in your shock.

"Max, don't scare her off already," Reggie chuckles. “Do you want a beer?”

—

“You wouldn't believe what one of the 'Richies' asked me today,” Brenna says

"Oh, this is going to be good. Brenna always has the best stories," Reggie leans over and whispers to you. After a few beers and a hand or two of actual poker, everyone seems completely at ease with you.

"I was cleaning up a wine glass he'd dropped, and he started hitting on me. Obviously, he has no idea what the real world is like, so he starts asking questions as a way to talk to me."

"Oh no," Max says with a laugh.

"He asked me about living on the bottom deck of the yacht, and I tell him how it takes some getting used to because we are below the water down here. Then he asks me how we use our balconies if they're underwater."

You snort into your glass, glad you hadn't been taking a sip of the beer at the moment, or it would be flowing out of your nose. You set your beer down and ask, "Oh, please tell me you had a good comeback."

She smiles brightly, "I told him we could only use them at low tide. Then he nods and says, 'That makes sense.' I swear they are all clueless."

Brenna starts laughing, and the whole table joins in, but by the time you catch your breath, you have tears in the corners of your eyes. You have not laughed like this the entire time you've been on the ship.

"No offense; I know Sarah is your friend and all, but how do you stand spending time with them?" Max asks.

"Oh, trust me, it’s a challenge. I sneak off by myself whenever I get the chance. No one seems to really notice, especially after Sarah's engagement."

"Oh, man, her fiance is a real tool, isn't he?" Brenna adds.

"He's a social climber too, so they are actually a great fit," Charlotte says. Charlotte is one of the older staff members and hasn't said much throughout the night.

"Well, that makes sense about the fiance, but do you mean Sarah is one too?" Max asks.

They seem to have forgotten that you are there, or at least they forget that you know Sarah personally. However, you keep your mouth shut not because you want to know more, but because you are trying to act as if you don't care too much.

"I started working for Mr. Miller when Sarah and the horrible woman she has as a mother first came around. That same day, the staff was all told that Sarah was Mr. Miller's daughter and to make sure she had everything she needed. Marnie, Sarah's mother, spent the whole day ordering the staff around like she was the owner of the house," said Charlotte.

"From my experience with Marnie, that sounds about right," Max offers.

"Sarah was raised by another man by the name of Winston Radcliff. Some of the staff had been around when Mr. Miller first brought Marnie around. The rumor was that Marnie threw Mr. Miller aside for Radcliff right after she found out she was pregnant because Radcliff could offer her a better position in society."

You can't imagine someone who had the chance to be with Joel choosing another person over him. You can't help but ask, "What did Winston offer that Joel couldn't?"

"Radcliff was the next in line for an earldom. It turned out that the earldom came with a shabby little estate that cost Winston his fortune to keep standing. The marriage quickly turned sour, and when the earl died, Marnie was just as quick to get a paternity test for Sarah."

"In my opinion, Mr. Miller was better off not knowing the truth. Marnie always shows up asking for more money. Sarah has always wanted something, even though Mr. Miller buys her more than she could ever need." Charlotte says.

"Was Joel in love with Marnie?" you ask, not knowing if you really want the answer.

"No, I don't think he ever really loved her. Maybe he could have found a woman right for him if Marnie hadn't been around for the last fourteen years, scaring away every decent woman he has dated. She thinks that if she can keep him single long enough, he will fall back in love with her, but Mr. Miller will never forgive her for what she did."

You nod and turn to see Reggie staring at you with a strange, almost hurt look on his face. He turns away from you before you can ask him what's wrong.

"Well, I think I'm going to head to bed," Brenna says, and the others all stand up to follow.

"You should come play cards with us again," Max says.

"Absolutely! We are here every night, and you are welcome to join us," Brenna adds.

"Thank you. I will." You're happy to know they've welcomed you as one of them.

You say a quick goodnight to everyone and head back up the stairs to the upper decks. Reggie's room is on the lower deck, so you walk by yourself. It must be later than you thought because the lights in the pool area are already turned off.

You feel silly rushing across the dark deck, but it makes you sort of nervous being alone on such a big ship. You're careful to avoid the deck chairs this time, and you're relieved to make it to the doors leading into the guestroom corridor.

"Where the hell have you been?"

You stop dead in your tracks and don't want to turn around. You know that tone of voice from countless arguments. It's Todd, the last person on the entire ship that you want to be alone with. You slowly turn, knowing you're going to have to face him eventually.

He stumbles a step towards you, and you back up to avoid a collision if he falls.

"Are you drunk?"

"I believe I asked a question first," Todd stutters.

"I was playing a game of cards with some of the crew."

Todd laughs and rolls his eyes at you. He again stumbles a little closer, and you're trapped between him and your door. He leans forward and places an arm on either side of you, blocking your escape. You can smell the alcohol on his breath as he laughs. He's beyond drunk.

"Just like you. A yacht full of every thing you could want, and you spend your time with the help."

"Get off of me, Todd!"

"You know you still want me," Todd says, lowering his face closer to yours. You push against his chest, trying to get him off.

Todd is suddenly ripped backward, so forcefully you know it wasn't of his own doing. 

You see Joel standing behind Todd with a fist full of his shirt. “Get your ass to bed before I throw you off my ship."

[hanfourz]

― pretty boy | p.sh ୨ৎ

°˖➴ sungho always loved watching you do your makeup and what better time to ask him to do his than right before you had to leave for your family's annual xmas party?

second installment of the 'tis the season drabble series !!

pairing ・ sungho x gn!reader

genre ・ fluff, suggestive, established relationship

warnings ・ kissing, marking & mentions of hickeys, reader wears makeup (but so does sungho lol), lots of terms of endearment, pls lmk if i missed any!!

word count ・ 2.3k omo...

note ・ ohhh this has me so deep in the sungho feels TT everyone say thank u cherry - 🪼

wanted to include my birthday a little cuz why not hehe - 🍒

[ networks : @onedoornet ]

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“sungho baby, can you come here a sec?” you hear your boyfriend’s footsteps as he approaches your bedroom, him letting out a concerned ‘hm?’ as he reaches the doorway of the bathroom. you’re currently stood in front of the mirror, his oversized tee and face mask on, frantically searching for something.

“yes love, what’s wrong?” he asks, worry at the urgency in your tone pushing his voice a little higher than normal. 

“have you seen my makeup bag? i can’t find it and i swore i left it under the…” your voice trails off as you crouch down to look under the sink for the nth time. sungho visibly relaxes now that he knows your life isn’t in danger.

“god babe, you scared me,” he lets out a soft chuckle, “hang on, i think i saw it earlier.” 

you hear his hurried steps as he walks out your room and comes back. “there you go,” he murmurs as he hands over your makeup bag. 

“omg, you’re my hero! thank you, babe,” you say relieved and give him a small peck on his cheek. 

“you’re welcome, darling,” he chuckles softly as he watches you search through your makeup bag through the mirror. despite the mask on your face, he can still see the way your brows furrow and your tongue pokes at your cheek as you dig into the depths of your unorganized makeup bag. he makes a mental note to maybe get you a bigger one at some point. 

“you look gorgeous, by the way,” sungho whispers lowly as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“thank you baby, you look very handsome as well.” you smile slightly as you lift your gaze to his in the mirror. your heart rate stutters a bit at the way he gazes at you so lovingly.

“now let me go, i need to finish my makeup!” you laughed and try to push him away. he huffs a laugh and pulls away, going to finish getting ready himself. 

once he’s done he comes back, peeking in from the doorway to your room. he pauses in his tracks as he watches you stand in front of your mirror. you’re now in your outfit, doing the finishing touches to your makeup. you must have stopped to get your clothes on when he left—you always did say you needed to remember to dress first before you did your makeup, but you somehow always forgot. he watches you as you lean forward to apply your lip combo, soft smile resting on his lips. you pause in your movements, shifting your gaze to see sungho leaned up against your doorway in his suit. you smile at him as your heart skips a couple beats. he looks amazing as he pushes away from the wall to join you. 

“you almost done, love? you look gorgeous, did i say that already?” he questions in a teasing tone, now standing behind you. you chuckle and roll your eyes slightly, capping your lipstick and turning around to face him. 

“you’re so cheesy, you know that?” you smirk as you step towards him, brushing out the wrinkles of his suit jacket. he just smiles down at you, dopey lovesick smile plastered on his face. his hands find your waist as yours rest on his shoulders, gaze locked on yours. 

“you look very handsome, mr. park,” you almost whisper like you only want him to hear despite you two being the only people in the room. you push a strand of his hair behind his ears. suddenly, an idea pops into your head as your eyes trace over his features and sungho can tell, if the little smirk on your lips is anything to go by. 

“you should let me do your makeup, prince,” you say, tacking on the nickname you know always makes him fold. 

he sighs and shakes his head but you watch the way his ears turn red slightly. “baby, we don’t have time for that,” he tries to convince you unsuccessfully as you pout up at him. he can feel his resolve crumble as you bat your long, mascara-covered lashes at him. 

“pleaseeee? it’ll be quick, i promise, sungie.” you don’t let him get off that easy, making your voice sickeningly sweet. he sighs and concedes as you giggle happily and push him to sit on the toilet seat, since his height would be a bit of a disadvantage for you.

he chuckles at your enthusiasm as you go to rustle through your makeup bag. you pull out a couple products, slotting yourself to stand in between his long legs. you place most of the items on the edge of the sink, keeping the blush and a fluffy brush in between your fingers. sungho tilts his chin up as you gather some of the pink dusty product on the brush and tap it over his cheekbones. he keeps his eyes on you the entire time, endeared by the concentrated look on your face. you pull back after you’re satisfied, placing the blush down and grabbing a nude eyeshadow palette.

“stop staring at me and close your eyes,” you say in a teasingly stern tone as you gather a very light pink shimmer on the application brush. you try to sound unfazed but sungho knows you too well, he sees the way you won’t meet his eyes and the hesitancy in your movements. you’ll never know it but deep down he secretly loves to get you flustered, finding the way you try not to react cute. 

“why? can’t I look at my beautiful lover?” he asks, before suddenly pulling you onto his lap. you let out a yelp, hands flying to grip his shoulders. he holds your waist and tucks your hair behind your ear, gaze still locked on yours. you’re shocked by the intensity you see in his eyes. 

“you look so beautiful, almost want to keep you for myself,” he murmurs into your neck as he starts to leave kisses there, lips trailing to your jawline up to your cheeks and back down again.  

“sungho…” you whimper softly, already forgetting about the limited time you both have. “kiss me…please.”

 “of course, darling.” his lips gently press against yours as his hands roam your waist. the kiss was tender at first, soft exploration filled with love and gentleness. you melted into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. the way his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you even closer. no space left between the two of you as you all but mold into one another. all thoughts about the party you had to attend fade into the background as you become consumed by him.

the kiss deepens as sungho moans into your mouth, your world starting to become blurry. you sigh as your fingers weave through his neatly done hair, both of you too lost in one another to really care about not messing up each other’s outfits. 

the kiss was passionate yet soft, a mix of longing and yearning in your movements. you could feel your heart stutter when his lips trailed to your neck and he started sucking on the spot he knew was sensitive. you whined into him, letting out pleasured gasps as he continued to kiss at your neck and shoulder. he reveled in the way you responded to him, loving to see the effects of the pleasure he was giving you no matter how miniscule. 

finally, you pulled back, completely breathless with your saliva still connecting you, your foreheads resting against each other. sungho looked into your eyes, his expression a mix of contentment and disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

“wow,” he murmured, a smile breaking across his face.

“yeah,” you chuckled breathlessly, still feeling the warmth of his lips on yours. 

suddenly the loud, incessant buzzing of your phone broke your trance, your eyes widening comically as you remembered the family dinner you two were supposed to be at in approximately 30 minutes. it was a dinner your family had planned for months, a joint celebration of your birthday and christmas. your family was very serious about the holidays. 

you scrambled off of sungho’s lap, him standing and straightening out his clothes. he grumbled at the very slight bulge in his dress pants, half hard from your kissing. while he tried to calm himself, you grabbed your phone cursing as your sister’s caller ID flashed bright on your screen. you picked up, clearing your throat before saying hello. you wince as she immediately launches into scolding you for not being ready on time again. you can’t do anything but sigh and apologize because she refuses to let you get a word in. you make eye contact with sungho, who’s now fixing his hair in the mirror, and roll your eyes. he just chuckles and shakes his head, knowing how your younger sister was. once she was finally done, ending her spiel with telling you to ‘hurry your ass up before we give the dog your plate!’ you hang up. 

“she’s going to jump straight through my phone and grab me by the ear one of these days,” you sigh as you walk over to your dresser, fishing for the jewelry you wanted to wear. sungho fully laughs at that, the sound making you chuckle slightly. you hurriedly touch up your hair and makeup at your full length mirror as sungho fusses with his hair in the bathroom. 

he finishes before you once again and joins you just as you’re now fiddling with the earrings you want to wear. there’s a frustrated furrow to your brow and pout on your lips as you try to get the hook through the piercing. sungho thinks it’s adorable as he watches you struggle a bit, you so absorbed in what you’re doing you don’t even notice him approaching you. you startle as you feel his hands on your waist, head shooting up to look at him through the mirror. you lean into his touch finally done with the earrings as you turn to look at him. 

“i have something for you,” he says softly, pulling his hands away to reach into his pocket. your head tilts in confusion as he pulls out a long silver box with a bow wrapped round it. you look up at him questions in your gaze as he places the box in your hands.

“baby, what’s this? i thought we were doing presents at my parents’ house?” you inquire, bewilderment in your tone as you twist the box around watching the metallic sheen in the lighting of your bedroom. 

“we are but… i wanted this one to be special. a little birthday present” his voice drips with love you couldn’t put into words if you tried. “open it, doll.” he whispers, trying to play off his nerves. 

your heart beats wildly in your chest as you pull the top off the box, a gasp leaving your lips as you see the pretty necklace nestled in black velvet. he takes the lid from your grasp as your mouth hangs agape. the necklace is simple, a drop-shaped gemstone hanging from a dainty chain, but you can tell immediately that the gem is your birthstone. your eyes well up with tears as you remember the first gift you ever gave him was a bracelet of both of your gemstones that he refuses to take off. sungho smiles as you look up at him, cooing when he sees the glassiness in your eyes. he pulls the necklace out the box, placing it so it’s in the palm of his hand and holding it out towards you. 

“we match now, my love.” your brows furrow as he says that, gaze darting back to the necklace. it’s then you finally notice a silver plate hanging behind the gemstone with the letter S engraved into it, his gemstone a small dot next to the letter. 

“oh sungho, this is beautiful,” you say, pure adoration in your voice. you look up at him, sincerity in your gaze. “thank you, for everything. i love you so much.” the sincerity in your voice has his heart melting in his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest as the two of you embrace. 

“i love you more, darling,” he murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “can i put it on you?”

you nod with a smile as you pull away, turning around and pulling your hair out the way. you shiver as his lithe fingers graze your shoulders when he pulls the necklace round your throat, clasping it at the nape of your neck and letting his hands drop back to your shoulders. you watch with bated breath as he leans forwards and places featherlight kisses over your neck, his hands sliding down your shoulders as he does so. he trails his lips slowly over the curve of your shoulders, feeling the goosebumps that raise in his wake and the shiver you can’t control. he looks at you through the mirror, something catching his eye. he lifts his head slightly to see the very faded reddish purple splotches on your neck, evidence from his passion the night before. 

“i almost forgot about these, shame they’re barely noticeable anymore,” he says as you look in the mirror to watch him press his fingers lightly over the spots. 

“maybe you should make them noticeable again,” you whisper, his eyes flicking up to your face. he hums appreciatively, pressing his lips over the fading hickeys as you sigh and lean back into him. 

you two get lost in your own world again, too blinded by your complete adoration for the other to really care about anything else. the rest of the world fades into white noise when you’re with him and he’s with you. and the sound of your phone buzzing with notifications doesn’t even faze you as you let your pretty boy kiss you breathless.

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #31

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.4k+

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The October cold air hits Jungkook's cheeks like a slap to his face, nor does he need it judging by the beating heart that hammers harshly in his chest. He can't remember the last time he was this nervous, probably on their first date as he wanted everything to go perfect and smoothly. And it went, beyond his expectations actually. However, he's not sure about this time because he has no idea how today will end.

And he's just minutes from finding it.

With each step he takes inside the restaurant, he feels like he could throw up onto the luxurious polished floor. For now, he tries to swallow down the lump that sits uncomfortably in his throat as a waitress welcomes him. The words about his reservation leave his mouth automatically, he barely puts any mind in what he's saying other than mentioning his name and the fact he made a reservation for tonight. The waitress smiles at him, completely oblivious to his racing heart and mind as she guides him through the restaurant. She says something to him but he doesn't pay any attention to her, he can't because his eyes are focused elsewhere until they stop on her.

The waitress shows him his seat, informing them something about her coming back in a few minutes when they'll decide on their order. But Jungkook barely acknowledges her, slowly sitting down as if the seat should burn him while his eyes don't leave Kiko.

He can't believe his own eyes. Not just because she's gorgeous like she's always been, or that her hair is shorter than he has ever seen on her. But her sitting in front of him, on the other side of the circled square table after two months of trying to meet up with her is certainly something different. It seems like her visiting her family in Japan has benefited her. The other times he's seen her, like at Seokjin's wedding or the camping trip, there was something in her eyes that he knew was wrong. And he got that answer.

It was guilt all along.

However, she smiles brightly at the waitress and thanks her with a bow, her whole face beaming from the natural glow that she's holding. At first, for someone not knowing her so well, someone would've thought that she doesn't feel as nervous or guilty anymore. Jungkook knows better though. Thus, her eyes flickering to him from the opposite side of the table and the sudden change in them tells him otherwise. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, giving him a weak and somehow shaky smile in return.

She's nervous.

Just like Jungkook that feels like his hands are already so sweaty that he ends up wiping them against the black slacks he's wearing.

"You're early," Jungkook starts, voice surprisingly confident but soft at the same time.

He wanted to make sure he's earlier than Kiko, just to have enough time to prepare himself for something he's been thinking and preparing for months. And maybe chug a glass of wine before she arrives to ease up his nerves and the possible outcome of tonight's night, because he doesn't know what to expect. But nothing could prepare him for tonight.

Attentive as always, he picked out one of the best restaurants — the one they used to come for dinner dates because the food is delicious. Jungkook thought that maybe picking up a familiar place would bring at least some kind of comfort. Although, he's not sure about that because none of that is on his mind right now.

"Yes," Kiko chuckles, the soft sound coming out shakily as she's looking at Jungkook.

He can tell she spent more time on her makeup than usual, the eyeliner making her eyes bigger and if he leaned closer, he'd see the soft peach eyeshadow coating her lids. There's no point of denying that she's beautiful, whether she wears makeup or not.

"I was nervous, actually I still am," she admits, and Jungkook mentally agrees with her because yes, he feels the same and can relate to that. "You came early too."

"I'm nervous too," he admits, lips lifting up in a slight grin as she smiles at him, letting out a faint giggle. "But I think you can already tell."

Of course, she can. Jungkook is not the only one who knows her, she knows him too. They weren't dating just for fun.

"This reminds me of our first date," she says, briefly laughing at the memory that seems so long ago but still very clear to both of them.

Jungkook joins her, remembering that time he finally had the guts to ask her out only for him to be a nervous wreck. They were holding hands for ten seconds before their hands got too sweaty, their anxiety acting up. But it wasn't awkward or embarrassing at all, they laughed it off and it was quite cute. The whole evening ended up much better than Jungkook thought.

He treated her to a nice dinner and then they went to a park, walked around while they were surrounded by nature and the moon glistening in the sky. He even got to kiss her when he drove her home. Well, it wasn't their first kiss but it still counts because by the end of the night, they both agreed on going on another date. This time as a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

"I don't think I've ever been that nervous on a date." she laughs, shaking her head.

"We were more anxious than we should've been." Jungkook agrees, taking into account how their date ended after all. There was no reason to be that nervous.

"Sorry," Kiko suddenly blurts out, shoulders sulking as if she just remembered something. She glances up from her lap and stares at him with that guilty look.

Jungkook's brows pinch together, growing worried and mostly confused by the sudden apology.

"Why am I bringing up our first date? That's so stupid," she scolds herself, huffing out an angered breath. "You're dating Y/N."

At the mention of your name, Jungkook's eyes widen and he realizes that Kiko doesn't know. The only people who know are Jimin and Taehyung, they are not exactly the type to blurt our other people's business, especially if it's you and him. They're curious, too curious for their own good and invested in your lives (which intensified when they found out the two of you 'are dating') but they wouldn't go around and speak about your lives to random people.

"About that... we're not dating anymore," Jungkook clarifies, tasting a weird taste in his mouth at the lie. Fuck, he hates lying but now it's not the time to come clear.

He wouldn't go on dinner with his ex-girlfriend if he was dating someone else. He's not that kind of an asshole. If he had a girlfriend, he wouldn't care to win Kiko back or try to save whatever their relationship is right now. Even if he maybe needed some kind of closure, he wouldn't meet up with his ex-girlfriend while he has a girlfriend waiting for him.

"We broke up."

Kiko's eyebrows shoot up at the information before they twist in somewhere between pity and guilt. But she doesn't say 'I'm sorry' or anything close to it because she knows how stupid that would sound. As much as Jungkook is a gentleman, she's not such a bitch to steal someone else's guy.

Sure, she didn't know that the two of you 'broke up' but knowing what the real purpose of this meetup is, she probably knew there is something else behind this. Jungkook wouldn't just ask her out for dinner, something that almost seems more intimate and romantic than lunch (at such a nice restaurant) or anything else. Yet, she still seems surprised to hear it.

She did confess that she still loves him. Jungkook is the one who has to think about other things too, and deal with them. She's looking for answers too.

"Why?" Is the word that leaves her mouth, instead of apology because both of them know how stupid that would sound.

But she still would feel sorry if the reason behind your break up is her. She never meant to come between your relationship. Jungkook was the one who kept insisting and pushing Kiko to answer his questions on the camping trip.

"We agreed that we're better as best friends." Jungkook answers, saying the same thing he said to the guys back in the club.

It seems like the most reasonable reason to say, especially when you and Jungkook are still best friends and completely fine. They'd question it if you said something else.

Kiko is not stupid. She may not be the full reason for your breakup, but she surely knows Jungkook isn't over her yet when he wanted to meet up and find the answer to the question; What now?

Their conversation is interrupted by the waitress, politely asking them about their orders but they haven't  even checked the menu since they've sat down. Jungkook orders a steak, the first thing that comes to his mind and the only rational choice since he knows they have it on their regular menu. Kiko orders the same, knowing grins spreading on their lips. Jungkook orders wine, asking Kiko about her preference even though he knows she prefers white wine. Just like he predicted, the same answer rolls off her tongue before the waitress nods and leaves to get their order ready.

Kiko opens her mouth, ready to say something, ready to question the biggest question mark of tonight and Jungkook sees that, noticing her nervously rubbing her hands in her lap even from the opposite side.

"Let's eat first, okay? Then we can talk about... more serious stuff." Jungkook offers, not prepared to talk about that right now.

At least he wants to enjoy the food, he tries to tell himself. He just really wants to talk to her casually, acting as if nothing's wrong even if it's just for a moment.

"Yeah, sure." she smiles, trying to mask the way she sighs in relief but Jungkook notices, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

"You visited your family in Japan, right? How was it?"

He starts the conversation, feeling himself relax a little bit.

"Great, I needed that. It helped me a lot, I went there to think..." She starts nervously biting her bottom lip as Jungkook notices what she's aiming at, but he ignores it. "I was there for about... two months I think? I took a few weeks off and then worked from home. I'm incredibly lucky that my job allows me that, although my boss wasn't very happy about it. But I missed Korea. Japan is my home but I've built so much more here."

Jungkook nods in understatement. He feels the same way with Busan. This is one of the reasons why he fell in love with her. She's an easy person to talk to and they're both similar, understanding each other.

"How are your parents?" he asks with interest, remembering the lovely people that treated him so nicely when he went to Japan with Kiko.

Unfortunately, he didn't get to see them as often as Kiko got Jungkook's parents but it's only understandable, considering the distance. Busan is always closer than Japan. But it doesn't mean Kiko's parents aren't lovely either. If he ever thought about the future, he knew they would be amazing in-laws.

"Great," she smiles at the thought of her parents, almost wanting to say something but she closes her mouth and gives him a weak chuckle. "They're great. What," she hesitates, "What about your parents? How are they?"

She's careful about the topic of Jungkook's parents, knowing they've always loved her but who knows what they think about her right now.

"I went to visit them in August," Jungkook answers, mentally making a note to visit them as soon as possible.

Looking at it now, the nearest possible visit to his hometown will be on Christmas. Which is in two months, so it's not that far away but still, he'd be glad to visit them before that too. Unfortunately, this season is busy for him as he has scheduled weddings and photoshoots.

"They're doing great too. Mom's sad she doesn't get to see me more often but, yeah, that's nothing new." he breathes out a chuckle and Kiko joins, knowing how much Jungkook's mom loves her children.

She hesitates again, the question muffled and Jungkook has to lean slightly towards her to hear her better. "Did they, did they ask about me?"

Jungkook notices her face flushing with embarrassment and she avoids Jungkook's eyes for a moment, before she gets the courage to look at him again. He sucks in breath, tongue glazing over his dry bottom lip before he opens his mouth.

"Yeah, they did," he answers carefully, "They didn't know we broke up, so I had to tell them."

"They didn't know? Why?" she asks, growing bolder as curiosity is slowly replacing embarrassment.

He coughs, shifting on his spot. "I, uh, I didn't want them to know because I had a hard time admitting that it's over. I guess I was trying to persuade myself that it's not over yet. If I told them the truth at the very beginning, my mom would ask just too many questions and I didn't exactly feel like explaining to her why we broke up, since I didn't even know."

When it first happened, the first weeks after Kiko broke up with him all of a sudden, Jungkook's mom used to call him to check up on him. She's not calling him every day, knowing very well that he's got his own personal life now but when Jungkook failed to call her or even text her for two whole weeks, she grew worried and called him until he picked up. He remembers that his excuse was saying that he's sick, when his mom could tell something's wrong by listening to his weak and heartbroken voice.

"So... they don't know about..." she stops, biting onto her lip harshly.

The guilt and embarrassment is clear on her face, something that Jungkook notices right away. He's not the only one who's having a hard time talking about this, it's just a reminder of what she had done. And Jungkook knows what she's trying to ask, it's not that hard to guess.

"No," he answers, "You know they could never hate you, not even if I told them the truth. But I don't want them to know, I don't want them to look at you differently."

It's an incredibly huge and brave thing to do, but that only shows Jungkook's kindness because yet again, he thinks about others first before himself. Kiko broke up with him, she wasn't the one insisting on getting back together because from her point of view, she doesn't deserve him. But judging from what Jungkook heard from her or could see, she still loves him. If they both love each other, there's a chance they can get past this.

"Thank you," she whispers, her eyes suddenly growing big as she tries to blink away the tears that threaten to spill.

Jungkook almost reaches for her, wanting to comfort her but she chuckles at herself and shakes her head. "See? I don't deserve you. You're too good, Kookie."

He smiles at the nickname, "How about we enjoy that dinner, hm? No more serious talking until we're full." he offers, giving her another smile which almost makes her burst in tears as she slowly nods.

The waitress from before is already walking towards their table, a bottle of wine in her hands as they both allow themselves to relax a little bit.

They bring the food shortly after, reminding Jungkook one of the perks of eating in this restaurant – fast service. Him and Kiko chitchat through the food, the conversation surprisingly flowing naturally and comfortably as they sip on the white wine.

The rest of the dinner goes over Jungkook's expectations, shockingly there's not an ounce of nervousness inside him. Maybe a little uncertainty of what tonight can bring to him but there's one thing he's certain about. His wild mind and thoughts completely shut off as he and Kiko talked so freely, like nothing had changed between them. He had found himself being comfortable, even joked a few times and earned a couple of giggles from the woman on the opposite side of the table. The sound had brought him back to the time when everything was perfect for both of them, as a couple.

Once their dessert is already eaten, the empty plates being taken away from the waitress, they know it's the right time to get to the root of tonight's purpose. And just like that, there's uncertainty and maybe even discomfort lingering in the air as he sees Kiko shifting in her spot. He doesn't like that.

"I don't want to sugarcoat anything," he starts, putting down the glass of sparkling water he ordered since he drove here with a car and doesn't want to risk drinking more than he is allowed.  He has never done that and doesn't plan on doing.

He watches her giving him a brief nod of understatement, anxiously looking at her nude nails which Jungkook recognizes as another sign of her being nervous. He knows that if they weren't in a restaurant, she would pick on her nails too.

"You know why I asked you to meet up," he sighs, trying to speak carefully as she listens to him. "I wanted to see how this night would go, if anything is worth saving..." Their relationship.

"And I guess, I wanted to see how I feel about you even after... you told me," he says, flickering his eyes to meet hers as she looks like she's ten seconds from crying. "We didn't have that much time and space to talk."

She stays quiet, slowly nodding along his words not interrupting what he has to say. She knows he has to get it off his chest and it's only fair for her to listen to him.

"Do you love me, Kik?" he asks suddenly, surprising her as her eyes widen and she straightens up slightly.

"Yes," She doesn't miss a beat to answer. "I know I screwed up, I hurt you so much and I'll never forgive myself. And I thought you'd never want to see me again, I thought you'd hate me."

"I told you I could never hate you," he says quietly, "No matter how much you've hurt me."

"But you should," she says, her voice hardening as she frowns. "You should hate me. Just tell me one thing. You didn't break up with Y/N because of me, right?"

It surprises how guilty she sounds, even his eyebrows shoot up a bit at the question as he nibbles on his bottom lip. Technically, you "broke up" because of her but realistically, you've never dated in the first place. Things got messy ever since he figured out that she didn't break up with him because she wanted space. The whole thing was supposed to be easy – he wanted to know if she still loves him and if she saw you with him, that would be his answer. But the whole thing blew up into something completely different and big, something that hurt him ten times worse than the actual breakup.

"I told you," he mutters, "We're better as best friends. There are no hard feelings."

"That's hard to believe," she chuckles, looking down at her lap shyly. "You both seemed happy together."

Jungkook almost chokes on his spit, wanting her to assure her that it wasn't like that. Yes, you both enjoyed time spent together but it wasn't like that. It's not what she's implying. He keeps his mouth sealed, not wanting to expose the real reason behind the two of you 'being happy together'. It's not the right time anyway. He'll tell her eventually, plus, he's not the one who cheated.

"I was happy with you too."

She widens her eyes, letting out a cough. "I know," she admits, "I never planned on telling you. I wanted to spare you the pain but you kept insisting..."

"So it's my fault?" he shoots, cursing at himself when he sees the shock on her face mixed with hurt and guilt.

"No, of course not," she shakes her head, looking like she's in pain. "It's all my fault, I know that."

"That's not what I meant," He's the one who shakes his head. "Look, I'm not gonna lie. This dinner made me realize that things aren't that bad between us, we can still talk and it feels like nothing changed. You're still the woman I fell in love with, I guess it's obvious I still love you. I wouldn't have gone through all of this if I didn't."

She can't help but smile at the mention of him still loving her. She doesn't deserve him, she knows but her heart is screaming at her for fighting for him.

"I love you too." she whispers as Jungkook's heart jumps at that. It hits differently when she says it so openly, instead of answering his question with a simple 'yes'.

"But I can't forget what you've done," His voice shivers, "But I can forgive slowly."

"What do you mean?" she asks cautiously, her breath catching in her throat as she sees him taking a breath, staring right back into her eyes.

"I want you back," he confesses, her mouth opening as her eyes water with tears. "And I believe we can get through this."

"I'll do anything you need me to." she says, wanting nothing else than to reach towards him. She holds herself, watching his doe eyes flickering between her eyes and the table.

"Time," he breathes out, "I need time."

The muted music carries itself around the closed club, much softer than it'll be playing in twenty minutes before a bunch of people with a purpose to get drunk and have fun will be allowed to come in. You can't help but feel a little uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach because you don't know what to expect.

"I don't like this."

Your best friend's voice resounds, not really helping with your inner battle with an uneasy feeling.

"I know," you roll your eyes, "You told me like hundreds of times by now." you mutter, raising a brow at him as he stares at you from the other side of the bar, sitting on one of the stools while watching you.

Realizing that he's not really helping, he sighs and slouches his shoulders. "No, I mean... Do you think this is really a good idea?"

"What other option do I have, Jungkook?" you ask, almost annoyingly even though you know he is only worried and cares about you.

It happened only recently that you've made your decision to work a part-time job in a club in Itaewon. If somebody told you you'll spend some of your weekends working behind a bar in a club, you'd most likely laugh in their face and tell them that's not going to happen. Well, it did. Inconveniently, your car started to show the consequences of its old age. Not only had it started taking tools on you financially, the engine stopped working and you'd spend a few minutes in front of the company's building trying to start it. Then you had to buy new brakes because the old ones have not worked properly and there are still a bunch of things that need to be replaced. The middle aged mechanic who's been in charge of your car in the car service you've entrusted your precious old car into has told you, it's probably best to look for a better car because this one will just cost you money.

"I could always lend you some money." he tries, ignoring the glare you're giving him.

You know Jungkook has some saved up money but you can't let him do that. What if his new car breaks down all of a sudden? What would he do then? Jungkook doesn't really think about possible consequences and scenarios that can happen. He's so determined to lend you his money that he doesn't think about himself, and you can't let that happen.

"It's just for a few months, anyway," you wave your hand at him, ignoring his attempt of changing your mind even though he knows you've decided.

You're standing behind a bar, aren't you? It's already done, but you could still back out.

The funniest thing is how you got into this job and the person who helped you to get this job is the least person you ever thought would help you. It's actually pretty random too.

It was one of those days when your car wouldn't work, so you just sat inside your car with a completely annoyed and pissed expression. All you wanted was to get home, get out of your work clothes and take a nice shower. The last person you expected to be knocking on your window is none other than Min Yoongi himself, grinning at you or maybe even laughing at your desperate expression.

"What do you want?" you grumble annoyingly once the car's window is rolled down.

He has the audacity to lean his arms against your rolled down window, almost sticking his head into your car as you want to sneer at the close proximity. 

"You in trouble, grumpy?" He even has the audacity to laugh, cackling at your sore expression.

Of course he knows about your trouble with your car. He has spent a good week grinning whenever he walked up to his car, seeing you struggling to start the engine while passing by yours. It's only now he stopped by.

"Why are you asking such a dumb question? Of course, I'm in trouble. My car is not working and you know that, so please spare me the--"

"Jesus, okay, calm down you maniac," he stops you, straightening himself and giving you some space to breathe. "Get that fat ass out of your car, I'm gonna help you start the engine."

"How are you gonna do that?" you speak, narrowing your eyes as he looks at you dumbfoundedly. 

"Using jumper cables, of course." he deadpans, and fuck, you hate the look he gives you. Like you're dumb, you hate when people do that. Or naturally looking down on you because you're a woman.

"I know what that is, thanks." you snap, opening the door so you can step out of your car.

"Really? Why haven't you used it then?" he raises a brow at you. 

"Because I don't have those cables?" you react by raising your voice. He's getting on your nerves again.

Still, everyone is already home. You and Yoongi had to stay behind and work overtime again. 

"Then you should've asked someone for help." he snaps, annoyed by your attitude. It's the same thing with you two. Both too stubborn and annoyed at each other to stand back and keep your mouth shut. 

"Someone? Who? You?" you laugh bitterly, knowing he had a fair share of fun while watching you struggle with your car. 

"I'm helping you, aren't I?" he shoots back, walking to the white Toyota that's parked just a few parking places from yours. 

You watch him unlock the car, sitting into it as he drives and parks it in front of your car. He walks out, pulling out the jumper cables out of the truck. It looks weird, seeing him in his shirt and blazer while holding those cables.

"Do you even know how to do this?" you ask, hugging yourself with your jacket as the end of September's breeze runs chills. Yoongi's pink cheeks are proof that you're not the only one getting cold. 

You watch him opening his car hood as he does the same to yours before he raises a brow at you. Well, he certainly knows what to do with those cables but you still had to ask. You've never seen him doing such a thing (of course you didn't, you don't actually spend time with him outside of work) and even in work, he's known as being lazy. Still gets the job done though, but you never tell him that.

"I'm not completely useless," he grumbles at you.

The irritated part of you wants to snap back, not giving him that satisfaction of you being quiet but that's exactly what you must do. He's the only help you've got right now. It's already late and dark outside for you to be sitting in a car in an almost empty parking lot.

"Now shut up and turn on your flashlight, I can't see shit in this darkness." he grumbles as usual, shooting you a glare as you fume at his words.

Patience, Y/N. He's the only one who can help you.

So, keeping your mouth shut, you pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight while he starts ordering you around. You're sure he's doing that to piss you off even more but you ignore it, changing the angle of the flashlight every five seconds with clenched teeth as he keeps nagging you. 

Your car started after that, but the same thing happened a few more times leaving you completely helpless and you can't believe it, but you complained to Yoongi during the lunch break. He seemed completely unimpressed with your issue, sipping on his iced Americano like you were talking about the weather instead of your actual problem.

And you were sure he didn't even listen to your single word, praying when you'll finally shut up until he opened his mouth and surprisingly, nothing bitter came out of it.

"My brother owns a club and he's looking for someone to work behind a bar."

You stare at him with an open mouth, ready to cuss him out for interrupting you in the middle of your sentence but you pause yourself. He has a brother? And he owns a club? Why does it feel like everyone owns something? Jungkook's friend Seokjin, owns a restaurant and Jungkook's brother owns a coffee shop. 

"Behind a bar?" It's funny how your voice is quiet and timid, assuring that you've heard your co-worker right. 

"Yeah, I mean... it's not exactly a dream job but he pays well. I could ask him, you know... if you're interested." he mumbles the last part, almost looking regretful that he even started in the first place. 

You're intrigued. You're not going to lie, you started looking for a part-time job but most of them weren't going well with your working schedule. You need something where you'll be able to work during weekends only. 

"I've never mixed a drink. I don't know how to do any of that stuff." you admit, hating that you sound stupid in front of him but it's true. Apart from the failed drinks you were trying to mix for your friends which unfortunately, ended up unsuccessfully. You remember Jimin's cringed expression and Taehyung looking like he's just seconds from throwing up very clearly. 

"He'll teach you everything you need to know. He needs a little help behind the bar," he shrugs, "And I'm sure he'll be able to adjust to your working schedule too."

You stare at your co-worker, recognizing the way he's avoiding eye contact as he keeps sipping on his Americano while staring at the busy streets of Seoul. Your lips curl into a grin, your hand draping over his shoulder as he tenses and gives you a glare, silently asking why the hell are you touching him. 

"Min Yoongi, are you helping me?" you ask, not able to hide the grin and amusement in your voice as he doesn't waste a second, scoffing at you.

"No," he disagrees, but what could you expect from him, right? "I'm just tired of listening to you complaining, I'm sure my ears are bleeding at this point." 

You clench your teeth, rolling your eyes at him. "I don't know, working at a club seems dangerous." 

"That's why there's security there." he deadpans, causing you to scowl.

"And I'm a woman. Working in a club where there are a bunch of drunk idiots all the time seems kinda dangerous." you point out, voice harsh but you try to control yourself since you're not alone in the breakroom. 

"Don't flatter yourself," he says, looking you up and down as you scoff. "My brother cares about the safety of his customers and employees. It's not that bad as it sounds." he decides to say, almost as if he has the need to have his brother's back even though you've never specifically said something about him or his working ethic.

You purse your lips for a moment, staring at the view with Yoongi by your side. He is an annoying co-worker and sometimes, you're sure he hates your guts and loves making your days at work miserable with his snarky remarks. But you're sure he wouldn't be offering you a job at his brother's club, someone who's close to him. And it's very rare to see him speaking to you about something so freely and casually, and that's how you know he's honest. 

"Okay, can you give me his number?"

And here you are. After coming here for a couple of days, trying to learn how to mix a proper drink (just the simple ones since the difficult drinks are Mark's responsibility). A guy who's close to your age with a nice and friendly smile.

You don't know what you expected when you were about to meet Yoongi's brother for the first time, but you definitely didn't expect someone so friendly and well-mannered. The opposite of his younger brother who happens to be your co-worker too. Deep down, you know he's not that bad of a type guy and it's just his personality that's shitty. Some part of you thought his brother would secretly hate you. That's what siblings do, right? Having each other's back by hating the same person.

Yejun is in his mid thirties, very polite and professional and there's only a little resemblance between him and his annoying younger brother. He's been nothing but polite and very flexible when it comes to your working schedule. So far, you won't be working every weekend and the pay is really good, Yoongi was right about that one.

Actually, he was right about most of the stuff. The place is secure and Yejun made sure to tell you that if someone is being persistent and rude, just tell one of the security guys and they'll have that person kicked out. That definitely settled your nerves.

"What if something happens to you?" Jungkook asks, the doe eyes staring at you with a sudden alarm at the thought of you being hurt by one of the drunken males.

He's not stupid, he knows what working in a bar involves and he definitely knows how drunk men often think about women way out of their league. Men can be real pigs. It doesn't matter that your working attire consists of light blue jeans and a simple tight white shirt with a tiny club's logo on the right side.

"There are security men in every corner, I'm safe here. Plus, I'll be behind a bar all the time with Mark," you say, pointing towards the mentioned man who's talking with one of the bouncers.

Jungkook follows your vision, frown settled on his face as he doesn't look to be too convinced.

"And the break room is just right next to the bar where one of the security guys will be standing all night."

It seems like you're trying to convince him, but the truth is you're trying to convince yourself too. You're nervous after all, not knowing what to expect.

"What if someone follows you outside?" he exclaims, trying to prove a point as you roll your eyes at him. Again.

"Jesus, Jeon," you groan, "You're not helping."

He looks guilty, shrugging before he mumbles; "I'm just trying to prove a point."

Yeah, well there was a reason why you haven't told him about this before it was hundred percent sure and you signed a contract.

"Our cars are parked behind the club, no one has access to that parking lot, just the staff."

He frowns, you see the wheels turning inside his head and how much he tries to keep his mouth shut. He wants to say something else but knows he's no help, especially when tonight is your first day and you're already nervous as it is.

"But how was the dinner?" you ask, trying to change the topic and well, you're curious how that ended.

Ever since Jungkook came into the club to check on you, he never uttered a single word about it and started to voice out his worry about your new part-time job instead. Maybe it was his way of distracting himself or distancing this conversation, although there is no reason to. He'd tell you eventually.

Even when you called him this morning, he sounded so freaking nervous and as much as he tried to hide it by trying to act and sound cool, you know him better than that. He's been preparing for that dinner for weeks, checking his phone in fear Kiko would cancel it. Even though you had usually hung out during weekends, since the two of you work during the week, you could easily see him trying to distract himself by thinking about her or the dinner.

"It was... good. Better than I thought it would be." he answers honestly, shifting on his spot.

Well, he definitely made sure to look good on that dinner. He came here straight from it, wearing button-up and black slacks, replacing his all black and loose outfits with much more elegant appearance. His hair is styled nicely, parted in the middle while he's hiding the undercut beneath it. It's a change from the constant man bun or a bucket hat he's been wearing often these days.

"What does that mean?" you ask, flickering your eyes to his while there's a little knowing feeling inside of you.

First of all, he doesn't look miserable. If the dinner went wrong, he wouldn't be sitting here so casually. And then as soon as he registers your question, a sheepish grin settles on his lips while there's a slight shimmer in his eyes and then you know.

"That I got what I wanted?" he asks unsurely, dodging answering your question directly as you raise a brow at him.

You're sure you look dumbfounded, the look you're giving him dares him to say it directly and he looks almost alarmed. Still, you're controlling yourself because you know how much this means to him. Although, there is a pinch of hope inside you hoping he'll tell you otherwise.

"Which is?" you murmur, already knowing what his answer is but how can you glare at him for listening to his heart? Especially when he smiles, genuinely smiling with happiness that you haven't seen in him for a while.

He sighs, raising his brow as if it's not obvious but then he takes a deep breath and beams; "Kiko."

Unfortunately, you can't quite share the happiness with him, even though he's your best friend and you support him. Is that wrong of you? You can't help it, you just can't support a relationship and a woman that cheated on him when he gave her everything. He was ready to ask her to move in for fucks sake. He had been so serious about their relationship, wanting to take another step and she crushed his heart just like that. And that's not even the worst part. She cheated. She freaking cheated on one of the best men walking on this planet.

And even the stiff smile you give him, murmuring 'congratulations' doesn't go unnoticed by him and his shoulder slouch a little, letting out a defeated sigh.

"Please, don't look at me like that." he pleads, hand rubbing his forehead with a tiny distress.

"Like what?" you ask innocently, feeling bad for having that kind of reaction. But you can't control it! It's not your fault you'd jump at her and slap her face for hurting your best friend. It's all on her.

"Like you're disappointed in me."

That one hurt. Your eyes flash with guilt and sadness before you let out a sigh, leaning yourself against the bar and closer to him.

"It's your life, Kook," you remind him, "Whatever makes you happy." you smile, but Jungkook's brows furrow in a slight frown when he recognizes your smile as forced.

"I don't want you to hate her, she regrets it, you know. And we're taking it slow." he tells you softly, pleadingly staring at you while you let out a snort.

"I don't hate her." Yes, you do. But you can't tell him that, that would break him.

"I don't want to be put into a position to choose between you two."

"You don't have to. I'm your best friend and she's your girlfriend," Fuck, even that word tastes bitter in your mouth. "You didn't have to choose in the first place. It's been her all along."

"But I still want my best friend. You're important to me, Y/N," he says, sounding serious and genuine. "I just... I don't want you to hate her because one day, you'll probably see her again and I don't want you guys to have some... I don't know, tension between you two." he tries to explain.

It makes sense. You feel bad for reacting the way you do but again, you can't control it. You can't fake your emotions and opinion about their relationship or Kiko, Jungkook knows very well what you think about this. You're not about to say you hate her and don't want him to be with her, because she'll ruin him. And if it's not going to be her, it's going to be the fact she cheated on him. You still control yourself as best as you can, thinking about Jungkook's feelings knowing what he's trying to say with his.

He doesn't want you to hate each other because like he said, eventually your paths will cross whether you like it or not. She's a part of Jungkook's life and you're too.

"Look, I'm not gonna pretend I like her because I know she hurt you. And maybe you're over it, or trying to be... but I'm not. But it's also not my relationship or any of my business. I just hope she won't hurt you again. I really wish you to be happy." you tell him honestly, seeing him giving you a soft and appreciative smile.

"You're the best," he says with a smile, "Thank you. It means a lot to me."

You smile back at him, this one a tiny bit more honest when you see the happiness dancing in his eyes. This is what he wanted after all, you both got what you wanted from your deal. And you should be happy...

Somehow, you still don't feel content because so much has happened. Things you both haven't expected like her hurting him for the second time, breaking his heart again and you have to remind yourself that this is what he wants. No matter how many times you find it wrong in so many ways (getting back to an ex who cheated), it's Jungkook's decision. You're just looking out for him, the same way he does for you right now. Sitting on the bar stool with sparkling water in front of him because he had driven here, making sure he's here to support you on your first day.

You just hope he'll be there for you on other days too. You just got him back, you're not quite ready for him to focus on Kiko all over again. Maybe it's a selfish or just natural reaction of a best friend that missed him.

And when Mark calls out to you, informing you the club is opening in five minutes, Jungkook is there to assure you that you'll do great and he's right there.

And maybe, just maybe, this time it'll be different. And just like Jungkook hoped to win Kiko back, you hope nothing will change and you won't lose him again.

[miss-conjayniality]

Submissive Dilf (Drabble)

genre: smut (+ fluff), short drabble!!!!!

pairing: sub!jaehyun & dom fem!reader

word count: 570

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!!!! submissive dilf!jaehyun, spoiled wife!reader, reader is a soft dom

A/N: r3p0sting…for the third time….cuz it doesn’t show up in the t4gs….fingers crossed that it works this time!!!!!🤞🏼

imagine submissive dilf!jaehyun. in everyday life, it appears that you “submit” to him by letting him handle all the “manly” stuff like finances, carrying heavy stuff for you, killing the bugs in the house, planning out gatherings and events, fixing/assembling stuff, etc………..so you’d think it’d be the same in the bedroom right?

HA!!!! 🤣 no……..what most people don’t see is that it’s actually you pulling all the strings. even in everyday life, he lives to serve you - his princess. his goddess. his lady. his beloved wife. he’s the one who submits to you by spoiling you and taking care of you……

whenever you tell jaehyun to do anything, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. he worships the ground you walk on. he loves you so much and will do anything to make you happy. he’s such an obedient daddy to you. after all, spoiled princesses always get what they want!

today was such a good day for you because you’ve been meaning to complete your pink retro monogrammed dior collection and the only thing left was the iconic 2000s saddle bag. you cutely pouted and asked him for his credit card to buy it. and with a content smile, he went “of course you can! anything for you princess.”

“AHHH OH MY GOSH! thank you so much daddy!” you excitedly respond, jumping in excitement and pecking a kiss on his cheek, “you’re so kind to me. you deserve a reward for being such a good daddy to me. i love everything you do for me. i mean it. get ready for tonight buttercup.”

jaehyun blushes when he hears those remarks. he’s a selfless giver. but hearing such praise is equal parts endearing, adorable, and sexy. he’s a whore for praise, and both of you know this.

fast forward to bedtime and jaehyun is welcomed at the sight of you looking ravishing. curled hair, light and natural makeup, nude stilettos that elongate your stunning legs, and a short pink silk nightgown with nothing on underneath.

you command him to take his clothes off completely and he complies. he does tease you a little with a slight smirk on his face by stripteasing slowly, but you don’t mind the sight as you stare him down like a voyeur. both of you briefly giggle at that experience, and then he lays down on the bed like the obedient angel he is, waiting for your next actions.

“aww daddy,” you coo slyly as you caress his naked body and whisper into his ear. “you’re so endearing. i mean it. earlier today when i asked to borrow your credit card to buy that pink dior bag, i loved the way you went ‘anything for you princess’ and pulled your credit card out of your wallet instantly. such an obedient daddy for his pretty princess.”

you kiss down jaehyun’s body and lick his luscious washboard abs. he hisses a little at the action, but still relishes in it nonetheless. the rest of the night comprises of sweet lovemaking - giving him amazing head, worshipping his godly body, riding him, placing a few hickies, playing around with his cock with a vibrator, and so much more.

you love to please jaehyun and hear those gorgeous moans and whines of that deep, sexy, velvety baritone voice of his. it’s pure music to your ears and you could climax untouched just at the sound of it……

[bootleg-parable]

Meet the Cast ; Part 1 (BootlegParable)

Welcome to the first character introductory post for The Bootleg Parable rewrite! Here you are going to meet the characters of Volume 1, Era 1.

These characters are interactable! Everyone is free to answer questions from the inbox.

Enjoy.

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We all know the face of main character Donatello Vante Angelo. Even before his time of meeting Teller, Donnie always had an exhausted, soft sort of appearance to him due to the tilt of his eyes and the dark circles that occupy the skin underneath them. Donnie is the first to get into conflict should the moment be presented to him, and he is about as stubborn a mule. He doesn't like taking direct orders from anyone, but he will if it means keeping his job. However, he's starting to care less and less about maintaining his occupation. Depression does that to a guy.

Marcellus Lovaanis has often been described as the uncle that shows up to family gatherings despite not having been invited. He's one of the tallest in the group, and he takes great pride in his beard and brows. His hair...not so much. A low ponytail is his go-to hairstyle. There is no telling how matted it is. Marc is very loud and exciteable. Once he gets started talking about something, it's like trying to stop a moving train to get him quiet again. He doesn't mean to be as talkative as he is. It's something that he can't help, even though he's trying his best. But everyone likes him that way. Otherwise he's all doom and gloom, in the most concerning of doses.

Nobody really calls him by his real name. He's gone by Ilak, Loch-Ness, and Remmy. Ilak has pretty privilege and everyone knows it. He's self-conscious about his appearance, but he's learning to love himself with everyone's encouragement. Ilak is incredibly sweet. He does his best to treat everything around him with kindness- his friends especially. There are times when existence gets him down, but he tries to distance himself from other people so he doesn't hurt anybody's feelings with his bad attitude. He hates his job. REALLY hates it. But he isn't going to let anybody else know that...well. He won't talk about it in the building, anyway.

Anwyllo Quiwelle has the meanest R.B.F. in the city, but he's nicer than he looks. He has a scar across his eye that splits his eyebrow into two halves and others across his knuckles and shoulders. He won't explain to anybody how he got them. Elliotte and Marcellus are the only two who were there to see how it happened. Anwyll is one of the chillest people that anybody will ever meet. He has an adoration for big dogs and tiny kittens, and he likes listening to other people tell stories about their days. He's a good listener until he zones out due to a loss of interest. (The scar is on the wrong side in the second image.)

Elliotte Chen is gorgeous and they know it. They express themself through their appearance so long as they aren't in uniform. But even when they are, they decorate their lapels and long hair with different pins and clips. They stand out, and that's just how they like it. But they'd never touch makeup a day in their life. It makes them feel icky. Elliotte is a massive dork with a fascination for ancient history, old fossils, jewels, etc. Anything that might appear in a museum. They prefer real history, but sometimes they take in interest in historical fiction. They put a lot of passion and character into everything that they do. 'Flamboyancy' should have been their middle name, everyone agrees.

Felix O'Malley is as tired as he looks. It's rare to catch him smiling, even if he's actively enjoying himself. His eyes are a fitting, dull green that lack their lively nature, but he- at least- puts effort into styling his hair neatly so that he doesn't look like a total trainwreck. Felix has enough confidence to make up for entire workplace. He will insult package recipients to their faces without a care in the world for consequence. He only hasn't been fired because the company finds it hilarious. He's nice deep down, he's just a little bad at showing it. But hey, if you talk Star Trek to him, you might get a little excitement from him.

Aella Bourbon is the only girl on the team and the loudest presence with the smoothest voice. She wears sleek clothing that compliments her features well, but not because she's big into fashion. She gets hot easily. Even 75 is too warm for her on certain days. She can't stand the feeling of hair on her neck, so she's been sporting a buzzcut for the last five years of her life. It's grown on her as a style. Aella is a real sucker for unique architecture. She's sick of bland buildings and weak decoration. That being said, she loves to spice up her desk-space as much as physically possible. She even decorates for specific holidays. She's big into tradition. For example, she won't watch a movie at home. She is going to see that movie in the cinema, and she's dragging everyone with her.

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Marcellus and Donatello are sworn enemies, and Anwyllo is usually the one to break up a fight between them. The team doesn't know what their deal is with each other, but tensions haven't been resolved in years. They'll probably never learn to get along.

If Marcellus is the team uncle, then Aella is the team mom. These two are like brother and sister, and they try their best to take care of everyone. Except for Donnie. Marc refuses to interact with that guy and leaves the responsibility to Aella.

Can you guess who here is in the place of Employee 432?

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The ABC's of Nick Vaughn - "L"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

A/N: This one is longer than usual because of context readers. Also, I have nothing against cheerleaders, jocks, homemakers etc. This one was based on personal experience.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: K - Kink

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

L - Location

Heading into Boston, you hold Nick’s hand as he drives, tracing patterns into his skin.  He looks over and smiles, bring your hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss. “Have I told you today that you look beautiful?” 

“Not in the last hour, no.” You giggle as you look out the window. You loved visiting Boston; Nick’s parents were great and welcoming. But this weekend was a little bit different.  It was Nick’s 20th high school reunion, and he was a little bit anxious to attend.  And he wouldn’t tell you why.  

After arriving at the Vaughn’s family home and having lunch, you went up to Nick’s old bedroom to get ready.  You set your hair into soft waves, romantic makeup on your face.  As you applied the red lipstick Nick loved so much, you saw the man in the mirror, looking a little down. “Honey, you ok?” 

He seemed to snap out of it.  “Yeah, sorry,” he shook his head. “I’m just a little lost in my thoughts.”  

“Is everything ok? You seem nervous.” You went to sit next to him, taking his hand.  

“Just not sure what to expect tonight.”  He sighed loudly. “I haven’t spoken to a lot of these people since we graduated.  I wasn’t exactly popular in high school.”  He hung his head. “I was a nerd.”  

“Everyone thinks that about themselves.”  

“No really.  Had braces, acne, bad haircut, the works.  I played in the marching band, and I had a crush on a girl.” He looked away. “Stephanie Winters. And I asked her to homecoming.  She said yes and then, when I went to pick her up, she had ditched me for Danny Adams, the running back.”  

“Oh, baby...” 

“I was humiliated and I never got to have a school dance.  I didn’t play at the football games anymore. That field just had bad memories.” He laid back on the bed.  “I don’t know if I can face those people.”  

You laid back next to him. “I think you should walk in with your head held high, don’t let anyone tear you down and show them how Professor Vaughn handles it.”  

“You’re amazing, you know that.”  

“I know,” you reply with a wink.  

“You look gorgeous.  Let’s show you off to my old classmates.” He stood up and offered his hand. You took it, your engagement ring blinking in the soft light of the room.  

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As you entered the gymnasium, you took in the decorations. Navy blue and gold, the school colors, but whoever put them up made them tacky AF. Streamers and balloons glitter everywhere, it looks more for a tween than an adult party. “Gosh, this is... a lot,” you whispered to Nick.  

He laughed under his breath.  “It looks like something...” he stopped. “Stephanie.” You turned to see a blonde with blue eyes walk towards you. You tightened your grip on Nick’s hand as she approached but then you really saw her.  Heavily made up, a tight dress but you could clearly see it was not made for someone her age but rather someone twenty years younger.  She was trying too hard.  “Nicky!” She squealed. You huffed as she went to hug him.  

Nick tried to dodge the hug, but she came on full force.  “Hi Stephanie.”  

“Oh em gee! It has been so long. You look so...good,” she cooed as she looked him up and down, shamelessly checking him out.  Nick grew uncomfortable and took a step back, re-grasping your hand.  

“Thanks. Stephanie, I would like to introduce to you my fiancé, YN. Sweetheart, this is Stephanie Winter.”  

“Stephanie Adams,” she corrected. “Danny and I got married right after senior year. “ 

“Wow,” Nick replied.  You cleared your throat to stop laughing.  “Congratulations, I guess.”  

Stephanie looked you over and you could clearly see she was judging you. You didn’t shrink back, you stood proud next to Nick. “Well congratulations to you as well Nicky...”  

“Please, just Nick,” he interrupted. “Are you working on your dance career Stephanie? I remember that’s what you wanted to do in high school. “ 

“Oh, no,” she waved him off, “once I had the kids, I just stayed home with them.  Danny went to work at the real estate office.  What are you doing now?” 

“Oh, well I’m a professor at NYU and YN here just made partner at her law firm.” He looked over at you adoringly. “I’m so proud of her.  And with the wedding just a few weeks away, we are just living our best life.”  

“That’s great,” you can hear the tightness in her voice.  “Well, I have to get back, planning and decorating all of this has been so tough but it was really great to see you, Nick.”  She walked away and Nick let out a low whistle.  

“What is it baby?” 

“I fucking dodge a bullet with that one.”  You both let out loud laughs as you saw Stephanie walk over to a man who was balding slightly and had the beginnings of a beer gut.   

“Let me guess, Danny?” 

“Yep.” Nick shrugged. “I have no words.”  

Dotted around the room were photos of the class from their time at Cambridge High School.  You finally found one of Nick and you smiled.  He was as described, albeit a little more puppy fat on his frame.  However, he had a major glow-up in your honest opinion.  Nick was the hottest guy here.  As Nick returned with your glass of champagne, you curled into him.  “So, where would the most popular guy in the school take his date?” 

“Under the bleachers,” Nick replied. He looked at you and could see the look in your eyes. “Why?” 

“Because I want to erase all these bad memories from the football field,” you whispered in his ear.  

Nick swallowed and took your glass.  He set it down on the table and walked you out to the field.  He held your hand until you got to the field and then spun you around, pinning you to the chain link fence. He kissed you hard, hands in your hair until one drifted down to your thigh. He hiked your leg to his waist, allowing him to press his growing bulge right over your heat. “Nicky,” you moaned.  

“God, I love it when you say my name like that.  Only you baby, only you,” he said between rolls of his hips into you.  

You nipped his chin with kisses and down his neck.  “I thought we were supposed to be under the bleachers?” 

“Fuck that, I'll take you on the bleachers.” He swiftly took off his coat and laid it down before lowering you on top of it.  He spread your legs and found the scrap of fabric you called panties already wet from his kisses and touches. He pulled them down and pushed your skirt up more, exposing you to the cool air.  He quickly pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his length and running the tip through your folds. “Fucking soaked baby. Such a good girl for me.”  He slowly pushed in, both of you moaning in relief.  

Nick started to fuck you, hard, taking out his emotions of seeing old friends and bitch cheerleaders on you.  You went with it, holding onto the back of the bleachers as he pounded into you.  He wished he could have seen your breast bouncing with each thrust but that would have to be later. He started to feel the tell-tale signs that you were close.  “C’mon baby, fuck, squeezing me so hard.  God, I love this pussy.” He changed the angle of your body and he hit that spot inside perfectly.  

“Nicky, fuck, gonna cum. So good, feel so good.”  

“Let go my sweetheart.  Cum for me.”  

The release was euphoric, sending you into another world as Nick followed suit and released ropes of hot cum inside you.  He slowed and laid on top of you for a moment.  

“The football field is amazing. So green,” he commented, making both of you laugh.  Nick took out a handkerchief and cleaned you gently before pulling your panties back on.  He redid his pants and then draped his jacket over your shoulders.  You walked back to the school where Stephanie was outside, smoking a cigarette.  She watched you approach, wrapped in each other.  

“And what were you two...” she trailed off as she could see your red lipstick all over Nick’s face and neck.  Your hair was a little less soft and more freshly fucked.  

“Oh, Nicky was just showing me the football field.  You know, reminiscing about his band days, and telling me about all the dreams he had about the bleachers,” you commented in a sugary sweet tone that was way more of a warming to her. You wrapped your body closer to Nick as you could get while not being naked.   

Nick chuckled at your subtle show of possessiveness.  “I think we are going to take off.  It was nice seeing you, Stephanie.  Good luck with everything.”  

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Omg I need an Eddie Munson thingy where reader doesn’t really do makeup and Eddie does it for her like the eyeliner and waterliner etc and all the stuff you just posted about 🤯

Loving The Freak- Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairing: eddie munson x fem reader

Warning: cursing, making out, pet names, fluff?

Summary: Eddie does readers' makeup before his D&D campaign meeting and feelings are exposed.

Word Count: 2273 words.

MINORS DNI! This is an 18+ account. You'll be blocked! 

Please don't translate or copy my work! You do not have my permission to copy or translate my work. Not proofread, Feedback is always welcomed! Requests are open! Enjoy!.

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You watch as Eddie smears black powder around his eyelid before moving to his other eye. It became a ritual to watch Eddie get ready for his D&D campaign meeting, he didn't always wear makeup but when he did, you couldn't help but watch.

Tonight was like every other night, except you weren't already dressed like you normally were when you came to help Eds. Breaking you from your thoughts, you hear Eddie mutter a soft 'fuck' then a clatter as something falls. He recovers before glancing at you through the mirror. He smiles at the sight of you, his best friend laying on his bed, head in hands watching him get ready. Suddenly, a look you couldn't decipher crosses his features before he wipes around to face you. With an eyeshadow brush in hand, he points at you, a smile across his face. 

"I have a brilliant idea, babe. It was meant to be!" He moves from his stool to beside you on the best, you move to sit up and face him. 

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"What idea?" You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. He leans close to you, hand extended out to cup your cheek. His other hand propped up, holding the brush.

"Can I do your makeup, please?" His voice is soft, barely higher than a whisper. His brown eyes practically begged to be able to do this. Hesitant, you think about the worst outcome and decide it can't be that bad.

"Okay, just don't make it too crazy, Eds." He blushes at the nickname, resulting in butterflies erupting in your stomach before he turns to his desk and gathers the materials he needs. You have loved your best friend for years but you never dared to tell him, you never thought you were good enough and the fear of losing your friendship held you back, like a prison. A prison you had to accept.

What you didn't know was Eddie has been falling for you for the last two years. His thoughts are consumed with you and hanging out with you. You two are inseparable at every given chance. He was insecure and terrified his admission would make him run off. Being friends with the freak is different than loving the freak.

He turns back, arms full of palette, liners, lipsticks, blushes, you name it. A massive smile is plastered across his face as he sits back down beside you, placing everything on the bed in between you two. 

"Do I have full creative permission?" His face is genuine and joyful as he waits for your answer. With an equally joyful smile, you agree with a nod. Eddie does a little dance before grabbing his brush and an eyeshadow palette.

"Close your eyes, princess." The name brings heat to your face as you oblige, closing your eyes. "I'm starting now. You already look so gorgeous." He mumbles, a brush stroke goes across your eyelid in, first patting the skin then he begins blending out in circular motions.  He moves to your second eye, quickly finishing.

"Did you use one color?" You ask. Hearing Eddie scoff, you try to hide a smile. Cracking your eyes slightly, you try to see what he is doing. Immediately, you see Eddie's beautiful eyes gazing into yours. Startled, you jump slightly before giggling.

"Why are you just staring at me, Eds?" You giggle, gazing back at him, wide smiles cover both of your faces. 

"I was just admiring how beautiful you are. But, no it's not just one color. Close those babies again." He demands, after melting your heart. Closing your eyes, you feel his hand brush against your jaw, gently holding your face in his hand as he brushes on more eyeshadow, this time higher than the last. 

"This is the first time you've been this quiet, Eds." You both laugh at your joke, when you feel the bristles of a mascara wand against your lashes. A wave of goosebumps covers your skin as you feel his breath fan against your face. He smells like weed, tobacco, and musk. You breathe in his intoxicating scent as he speaks.

"Open your eyes and look up, baby. I'm gonna get your bottom lashes. Okay?" He asks, looking into your eyes as you open them. Brows pulled together, he sticks his tongue out over his top lip as he focuses on coating your bottom lashes. As he finishes, he lingers inches away with his hand still cupping your face. Taking your time, you let yourself take him all in, never seeing him this up close before. His eyes are solid brown, almost black as they glide over your face, lingering over your lips. 

Heat burns in your chest as you look at his lips, thinking of him kissing you. Nervously, you wet your lips before looking back up at him. Before either of you know it, you are both leaning in. His soft lips meet yours. His other hand cups your thigh as his other moves from your jaw to ghosting over your neck. 

As your lips move deeper in sync, your hands find their way to his chest, slithering up to his face. Pulling him in, you feel his tongue slide across your bottom lip, begging for access. As the kiss gets more heated, you are hit with a realization. You are making out with your best friend. And he kissed you back.

Eddie feels you stiffen and stop kissing back, so he pulls away. He holds you, titling your chin up at him, analyzing your features.

"Did I do something? I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He asks as he puts you at arms reach, looking over you. 

"I-i just am shocked. I don't know why I did that. I don't want to ruin our friendship. I know you don't feel that way but…but I love you, Eddie. I'm sorry." You ramble as he shushes you, finger to your lips.

"I leaned in, baby. I made my move, you just happened to do it too. I have loved you for so long, Y/N. I think about you every day I wake up and every night I go to sleep. You're the first person I want to talk to when I create an awesome ass campaign. You are the person I go to. The person I trust. I love you so much." He opens his heart to you, voice cracking as tears threaten to spill. A small chuckles vibrate through you as you lean your forehead against his, rubbing your nose with his. 

"Oh my god. I love you so much! Why have you never told me you felt this way?" You close your eyes as his hands that were resting on your thighs start to move up your legs. 

"I was always so scared of losing you, princess. Why didn't you tell me? I could've been kissing you this whole time." His voice is low but playful as his hands find your hips, holding them. You laugh as you let go and pull him into his lap. Straddling him, you brush a lock of his hair behind his ears before resting your head against his again, wanting to be close to his lips. 

"I was afraid that you didn't feel that way about me. I didn't think I was good enough to be with someone like you. I just always thought you deserve someone like Chrissy Cunningham. Everyone knew you had a crush on her." You blink away the tears that burned your eyes as he shakes his head.

"Only because I let them think that. How could I let everyone know I was in love with my best friend without you finding out? And you are so good enough. You have stuck by me through everything this town has put me through, put you through just for being my friend. I know Jason fucks with you because you hang out with me. I haven't spoken to you about it but he's been nicer to you because I had to threaten him with Harrington's bat." He laughs, you doing the same with him. The idea of Jason cowering from Eddie was crazy to think about. 

"I have and will love you.-"

"I love you too Eddie." You interrupted him. With a mock- angry expression, he scoffs.

"Don't interrupt me when I come to declare my love, milady." More laughter erupts from you two as he dramatically twists the two of you so that he is laying on top of you. 

"Tell me you'll be mine, Y/N. Be the freak's girl." Brushing his nose against yours, his lips hover over yours. Looking into his memorizing eyes, you nod.

"No. Say it. Please. Say it, sweetheart." Anxiety takes a hold of him as he waits.

"I am yours, Eddie Munson. Only yours, for as long as you want me. Hopefully, forever." You whisper against his lips that transforms to a smile against your own. 

"Damn fucking right." Finally, he presses his lips against yours to which you kiss back immediately. His hands quickly find their way under your shirts, they hesitate, waiting for your approval. Rolling your hips upwards at him, a small moan leaves your lips urging him to go further. His cold rings glide across your skin to your bra, cupping your breast as you let his tongue slip past your lips, dancing with your tongue. 

You become a moaning mess as you tug on the hem of his Hellfire shirt. Breaking away, he yanks off his shirt. Taking this moment to admire his body, you let your hand roam over his bare torso. Tattoos litter his skin. Before you get the chance to look further, his lips are on your neck.  Moving quickly, you pull off your own shirt as his hands wrap around your torso, pulling you back to him, lips locking against each other. 

His tongue beats yours for dominance as he holds your wrists above your head with one hand and begins to undo your jeans as you start to grind on his thigh, moaning softly. 

Once he finally undoes the button and zipper, he pulls down your jeans, then you get up and help him take his off leaving you both in your underwear. He throws you down onto his bed, you giggle as he jumps onto you to attack your neck with love bites. 

Just as his hand reaches the band of your underwear, a loud knock vibrates through the trailer causing the two of you to stop, despite the vocal protesting from both of you. 

"EDDIE! ARE YOU HOME?"

"EDDIE! I WANTED TO GO OVER THE CAMPAIGN!"

"EDDIE" Dustin, Mike, and Lucas's voices could be heard yelling from outside the trailer, making Eddie pull away. You knew how much those kids meant to Eddie so you never minded having them around. You loved how they admire Eddie when he would help them with campaign strategies and game lore. They looked up to him and you loved it. You could tell that Eddie loved them back, if not more.

He sends you an apologetic look, which you shrugged off with a smile.

"I'm coming. Give me a second." He yells back, pulling on his pants.

"Are we okay, baby?" He leans over you, arms on either side, whispering. He looks worried, face twisted with anxiety. You rub your thumb against his cheek and lean in, connecting your lips in a peck. 

"Of course. We are together, right?" You laugh, he immediately shakes his head.

"Yes. Of course. Fuck yeah, we are together." He says joyfully, kissing you back. 

"Hurry up, Eddie." Dustin bangs on the Locked door again making Eddie pull away once again, handing you his shirt after you pull up your pants. As he moves towards the door, you finger-brush your hair down from its frazzled state when you hear Eddie's door open and the kids walk in.

"Oh my god. What were y'all doing in here? Doing the nasty!" Dustin's face looks disgusted as his eyes dart between you and Eddie, who both pretend to be clueless. 

"What are you talking about, kid?" You chime in. Eddie nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I don't think you know, man," Eddie adds. The younger boy burst into a fit of laughter, followed by the two other young kids. You and Eddie enhance a confused glance before looking back at the trio.

"I'm talking about you-" He points to you. " -wearing his tee shirt-" then he points to Eddie, "- and you have a hickey on your shirtless chest! Y'all were fucking!" Dustin emphasizes the final words, dramatically.

"You know what, maybe we were." You mumble, jokingly causing the three to all yell.

"Ew." They all say in sync before pulling out all their D&D gear onto Eddie's coffee table, Dustin pulling him over. He sends you a look over his shoulder as he watches you pull out your current read. Smiling at him, you blow him a kiss. He returned it with a wink before Dustin pulled his attention and your book pulled yours. Joy fills you as you realize that Eddie, your best friend, loves you back and is finally yours. Reassuring yourself it was real, your thoughts kept drifting back to the rocker’s lips and what almost happened, knowing once you were alone again, it would continue. 

You noticed his eyes keep darting to yours whenever he could spare a glance, and you knew he was thinking about you also.

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Tell me you don’t love me | 18+

☆ Pairing: Idol!Doyoung x Actress!Female reader Mentions of Taeyong, Jaehyun and Johnny.

☆ Genre: A little angst, a lot of smut, cringy fluff at the end.

☆ Word count: 7.6 K (Sorry not sorry)

☆ Warnings: Dom!Doyoung, oral sex (f and m receiving), guided masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, soft sex, hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, a bit of alcohol consumption, cursing. Just filth, tbh.

☆ Prompt: You had a beautiful relationship with Doyoung until your company forced you to break up with him, so you did even if that meant having to lie and breaking his heart into a million pieces.

☆ A/n: OH-MY-GOD! I'm so excited because this is my very first time writing something on Tumblr, but foremost because I would've never imagined it was gonna be mainly smut!. Also, I guess I just got carried away a little bit too much(?). Please, have in mind that English is not my first language so there might be some grammar/spelling mistakes, but I'm pretty sure you'll still get the whole idea, okay? Since this blog is brand new, feel free to leave feedback, requests, suggestions for upcoming posts, questions, like, reblog, etc. Everything is welcomed (except hate, of course).

You felt a little bit nervous while doing your makeup, but taking a look at yourself after finishing the last touch ups, you were satisfied with what you saw in the mirror, feeling beautiful and confident with that gorgeous burgundy silk dress that hugged your curves just perfect, making you feel sexy but also elegant and sophisticated, first of all, because it was a fancy ass birthday party at your beloved friend Taeyong new house and second and most importantly, because your ex boyfriend Doyoung, was going to be there, it was his best friend birthday, after all.

It was a couple of months ago since you saw him for the last time, one day before you broke up with him. At first, you thought you could deal with the pressure of dating an idol as popular as him, and everything was fine the first eight months until your boss demanded to immediately talk with you at his office. Dispatch happened to be following you and your boyfriend for three months already, taking pictures of you both at your late night dates, him leaving your apartment in the early mornings, and already having lots of proofs that you were definitely dating, they were threatening your company to unveil your relationship to the world since it was easier to threaten and scare a small company than SM Ent.

You couldn't let that happen, at least not now that NCT 127 was having a highly expected comeback and their North American Tour was just around the corner.

Having a dating scandal at that moment would ruin not just your rising acting career, but his career, and one way or another, it'd definitely end up affecting all his members, your acting colleagues, and the staff of your upcoming drama too.

He has always cared way too much about his fans, his idol image and being very careful about never doing anything wrong that could make them feel disappointed, having such a big fandom was a heavy weight on his shoulders and a huge responsibility, but your chemistry was amazing and you both loved each other so much, that for the first time in his life he put himself and his feelings first, so after some casual dates he asked you to be his girlfriend.

But now, you couldn't be that selfish at dragging innocents into your mess, so you "agreed" with your boss that the company would bribe Dispatch for them not spilling the tea and if somehow any rumors came to light, they would flatly deny them all, even threatening about taking legal actions for spreading malicious rumors, but in return of saving both of your asses, they wanted you to break up with Doyoung right away and focus only on your job, no more dating for you.

It was a cold night when you realized that you could not delay the inevitable anymore, you had to break up with him even if that meant that your heart would shatter into a million pieces.

Doyoung was everything you've ever wanted, you just couldn't ask God/the universe for more. Always so lovingly taking care of you and willing to fulfilling all your emotional, physical, and sexual needs. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world for having such a wonderful man like him by your side. You loved him so much that you could feel a million butterflies in your stomach by just simply thinking about him and his adorable gummy smile but, for his own good and all of that love you felt, you knew you had to go separate ways.

You even managed to convince yourself that it was the best for everyone.

Anxiety started building up in your chest while taking your phone into your shaking hands to call him.

"Hey babe, how are you? I've been missing your lips so much all day long." He answered and as soon as you heard his sweet voice, you felt a lump forming in your throat, you could tell he was smiling on the other side of the phone, unaware of what was going to happen next.

Looking up, feeling like already losing the battle of not letting your tears fall, you took a moment to collect yourself before speaking.

"Hi Doyoung, we need to talk. No, I mean, I just have to tell you something." You said in a cold tone, worrying him.

"Y/N, what happens? Are you ok?". He was now panicking, thinking that perhaps you were hurt or something worse.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that..." you gulped hard, "I want to break up". Tears slowly fell down your cheeks. There was no way going back at this point anymore.

"What?" He almost choked on his spit. "Is this a joke, honey? Because, let me tell you is not fun at all."

You wanted to tell him that it was a bad joke and apologize for scaring the shit out of him, but you knew that you couldn't.

"No, Doyoung, I'm being serious, I'm breaking up with you". This was being way harder than you thought.

"Wait, but why?!" You didn't reply. "Did I do something wrong? Y/N, you know you can tell me anything and if something is bothering you, just tell me and we can work on it, together." He sounded desperate.

"No, there's nothing to work on and you didn't do anything wrong, I just can't do this anymore." It was taking everything on you not to cry out loud.

"But why?! Just tell me a fucking reason. What happened, what changed?" He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"My feelings! My feelings have changed, Doyoung. I thought I was in love with you... but I'm not. I'm so sorry that it took me too long to realize that."

Doyoung felt his heart skipping a beat, it was getting harder and harder for him to keep breathing. "No, no, no! This can't be true! Listen, are you at your apartment, right? I'm coming, we need to talk about this in person."

It hurt you beyond words can describe the way he was trying so hard to understand and get a proper response from you, but all you could do was push him away.

"No Doyoung, don't come over! I don't want to talk or see you anymore. I just have said all that I had to. Please, leave me alone and forget about me!" You said almost yelling at him and hanging up.

Then you proceeded to block him on your phone and all your social media, leaving a desolated Doyoung, feeling like his soul left his body, crying alone quietly, his back against his bedroom door overthinking, asking himself Why did you leave him so suddenly? Wasn't he enough for you? Was it because you were already seeing someone else?

A million questions without answers ran through his head.

The following weeks were hell for Doyoung, it was like the time had frozen and he was living in another dimension. Of course, he had to keep doing his job and keeping up with his busy comeback schedule but he felt like a zombie. He couldn't sleep or eat well, and having to keep smiling and taking cute selfies for his fans as if everything was perfect, was truly killing him inside.

Doyoung had zero interest in attending any party, two months had passed since you broke up with him out of the blue and he already felt like the life and all the energy had been drained of his body, but it was Taeyong's birthday and he couldn't let his friend down on this, besides, he had insisted him a lot about going as it was the perfect excuse to finally have some fun and get distracted from his recently miserable life, even just for one night.

He was chatting listlessly with Taeyong and some other friends in the living room, taking a sip of his drink when he saw you at the entrance.

You were walking into the house, smiling happily at Jaehyun and holding his arm. At that moment he felt as if he had been poured a bucket of ice water.

"Why the fuck did you come to the party with Jaehyun?" he thought. His hands were tingling and it was hard to breathe but he wasn't sure if it was because of the jealousy of seeing you so happy with Jaehyun or because you looked absolutely stunning, like the most beautiful and perfect woman in the world.

Jaehyun and you looked over where Taeyong was standing, greeting him from afar, walking towards him to congratulate and give him his birthday gifts.

As you were approaching the birthday boy next to Doyoung, he panicked and wanted to run away, but all he could do was turn to look at his friend in despair.

"Okay, this is unbelievable. Didn't you say that I could get distracted and have fun tonight? So, why the fuck did you invite her?! Do you even remember how she just dumped me, giving zero fucks about my feelings? I thought you were my friend and you were on my side." he mumbled trying to look calm as possible.

"I'm always on your side, Doyoung. You'll see, I swear." Taeyong said with a chuckle and patting his shoulder, leaving his friend confused as he walked to meet you halfway, hugging you warmly.

"Happy birthday, handsome boy! I bought you a little something, hope you like it." You said with a bright smile, "Also, your new house is huge and beautiful, you have such a good taste. I love it! Show me that painting over there..." and walked with him across the room with an intent to avoid having awkwardly greet Doyoung.

The night was going by without a hitch, everyone seemed to be having a good time, except for Doyoung who was drinking alone, being consumed by jealousy, looking at you with anger from the corner of the kitchen. Never thought he would be able to feel anything like this, but seeing you talking, smiling, and having a good time in the company of other guys rather than him, was making him lose his mind. Besides, he couldn't understand why his friends kept being so nice and friendly with you despite them knowing how bad you hurt his feelings not so long ago, feeling hurt again and betrayed by them. Everything seemed surreal to him.

A week had passed since you broke up with Doyoung when one morning you happened to meet Jaehyun in a cafe. At first, he had every intention of coming to you to tell you a not-so-nice thing or two for breaking his friend's heart, but as soon as he saw you, he realized from your eyes swollen from crying too much that something else was going on and that you weren't having a quite good time either.

A few minutes after you're talking to Jaehyun, trying to avoid his questions, Taeyong came in and saw you biting your lip, hands shaking and trying hard not to cry in front of his friend.

When you heard the door opening, you turned around and looked him in the eyes. At that moment, even without you telling him a single word, he knew that you were suffering a lot and needed their support too.

As much as you wanted to keep the secret of what really happened, you had no choice but to tell them everything, how you felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world, how much you still loved Doyoung and how much it weighed on you to have hurt such a wonderful man like him, but not before making them swear that they would not say anything, to which they reluctantly agreed.

It might have looked like you were having fun just like everyone else, but in reality, you found it harder than you thought being in the same place as Doyoung with every passing second. You felt the urge to go to him, to talk, to ask him how he was doing, although you could easily tell just by looking at him that he was as devastated as you, only you were much better at hiding your emotions than he was, you were a good actress after all.

The music was loud and the laughter in the background was bothering him too much as if making fun of him, reminding him of how miserable his existence was. Just when he thought his night couldn't get any worse and even considering going home, he saw you dancing with Jaehyun a little bit too sexy for his liking and him being a little handsy with you that he couldn't take it anymore, feeling his blood boiling with rage.

Tired of sitting around faking a cool demeanor, you made it to the dance floor with Jaehyun as your last attempt to get Doyoung's attention or at least have some fun.

Jaehyun had always been a really great dancer, so you lost yourselves into the music, swaying your hips back and forth, his hands placed on your waist. It was all fun and games, having a great time with your friend and for the first time in what seemed like ages, you felt like all your worries faded away for at least a brief moment.

Carelessly leaving his glass of wine on the kitchen counter, Doyoung walked over where you and your friend were dancing.

"Hey!" you heard Doyoung's voice, then felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him.

"Care to explain why the fuck are you dancing like that with Jaehyun?" He asked you in an angry tone.

Surprised, you raised your eyes to him and the way he was looking at you, his jaw clenched, eyes dark and serious, sent chills down your spine.

"I have absolutely nothing to explain to you, Doyoung. I'm a free woman, and I can dance with whoever I want." You replied to him, trying to collect yourself and sound confident.

"Hyung, calm down. It's not what you are thinking." Jaehyun tried to explain but Doyoung cut him off.

"Shut up, traitor! This is between Y/N and me." and pushed him back.

"Let's go, we have a pending conversation." He said reaching your hand.

"No, I'm having fun with my friends." you protested.

"You still owe me an explanation." Doyoung pulled you from Jaehyun and dragged you straight towards the staircase.

"Doyoung!" You yelled at him.

He said nothing as he led you down the hall, his hand tight around yours and his steps almost too quick for you to keep up with, pulling you into a free bedroom and slamming the door behind you.

Smiling, Taeyong watched in awe the whole scene, proud that his friend finally grew some balls to fight for his girl. The plan had worked out perfectly.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" You told him once he locked you both in the bedroom, taking your hand away from his, harshly.

"I'm the one who should be asking you that! Why out of all the men in the world, you have to come to the party at Jaehyun's arm? And why were you dancing with him like that, just in front of me?" He was really pissed off.

"That's none of your business and I don't have to give you any explanation. Let me remind you that we are over."

"Is Jaehyun the reason that you broke up with me? Are you fucking him?"

"What?! Oh my God, Doyoung, are you drunk?." You were shocked, how could he think that? Jaehyun was your friend and even as a brother to him.

"Answer me! I looked the way he was touching you! Is he fucking you better than I did, by any chance?" He had already lost his mind at that point.

"No! He's not the reason and of course I'm not having sex with him, either. Stop saying bullshit!"

"So, why did you suddenly dump me as if I was a toy that you just got bored of?"

"I already told you. I thought I loved you but then," you paused for a brief moment, looking at your feet. "I realized I'm not."

"I don't believe you." He snapped back with a light chuckle and you gulped.

"Actually, I don't care if you believe me or not."

"Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don't love me." He demanded you, a cocky grin on his face.

Looking away from him, you kept silent. You couldn't do that, not now that he was just a few inches away from your face looking at you with such an intense gaze. Doyoung took a step closer and his hands found the hem of your dress, sliding them down the silky material along your thighs, up to your hips and waist. You tried your hardest not to show any reaction, but feeling your breath quickening inevitably, you only closed your eyes shut at the sensation of his warm hands setting your skin on fire.

"If you don't love me, why are you trembling at the slightest touch of my hands on your body?" He said seductively taking your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes.

Suddenly, he smirked while remembering an advice Johnny gave him when you two made official your relationship to your closest friends.

"Man, now that you're finally in a relationship, I'm gonna give you a life-changing advice because as your hyung, I care a lot about your happiness, so listen carefully. A well fucked woman never cheats or leaves you."

At first, he thought Johnny was kidding, being the horny asshole he usually is, but now his words were making a lot of sense to him.

“Doyoung, please stop.“ You said almost like a whine feeling unable to take his gaze on you anymore, but your words were cut off as Doyoung leaned over you, his lips slowly getting closer to yours.

"I guess I'm gonna have to remind you who you belong to." He whispered in your ear and before you could figure out what was going on, he was pushing you against the door, pinning you with his own body, his lips pressing into yours hungrily, trapping you.

At first, you wanted to pull away from him, pushing his chest with your hands but you missed him so much, so it only took you a few seconds before giving up, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back with all your love.

You missed his plumped soft lips, his taste, the warmth of his mouth, the way he ran his tongue over your lip before he nipped it, the feeling of his tongue against yours fighting for dominance.

The kiss was messy and needy, all tongues and teeth. Meanwhile, his hand was working its way down your still covered cunt, his fingers tracing circles around your clit, making you moan softly on his mouth, then pushing your panties to the side, he slid one finger through your slit.

"Fuck, you're already wet just by kissing you. So fucking wet and only for me, baby." Doyoung's expression went from surprised to amused in a matter of a second as the corner of his lips lifted in a proud smirk.

"Yes, only for you." You said biting your lip.

Trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulders and making the straps slide through them, his hands reached behind your back to unzip your dress letting it pool down your ankles, leaving you just in heels and a lace thong in front of him.

His eyes went straight to your breasts and he made a noise deep in his throat, almost a growl, his mouth watering at the sight of them. He took your left nipple with his mouth as if he was starving, nibbling and sucking at your flesh while his hands were roaming all your body, making you moan.

You slid your hands down his body to his belt buckle until you were able to cup your hand on the bulge in his pants, earning a moan from his lips, you quickly undid his belt and zipper as you desperately began massaging his cock.

Letting up a sigh, he pulled out from your breast, dropping to his knees, he removed you one shoe and then the other, his fingertips trailing down your skin playing with the waistband of your thong for a while and then pulled the lacy garment down your legs torturously slow, helping you to step out of it. His eyes were glued to your center as soon as it was revealed to him.

He brushed his lips all over the sensitive skin of your abdomen, kissing every curve.

"Doyoung." You whined.

“What do you want?”

“I want you.” You felt pathetic begging and being so needy for him.

“Oh, really? With the way you were dancing minutes ago, I guess you would rather be with Jaehyun.” He snapped, licking his lips.

"I don't want him. I want you and only you, Doyoung. I'm sorry." You bit your lip and rubbed your thighs together to get some friction.

"Open." He told you when his face was level at your hips.

He propped one of your legs up on his shoulder and your head fell against the door as you stared down at Doyoung attaching his pretty lips to your cunt.

He had you melting into the door, whimpering and harshly grabbing the hair at the back of his head. The harder his tongue worked into your clit, the more you arched your hips towards him, desperate and begging for more. But it's Kim Doyoung the one we're talking about, he really wanted to tease you and drive you crazy, so of course, he wasn't going to give you what you wanted right away. He abruptly stopped and stood up when he sensed that you were about to come on his mouth.

A frustrated whimper leaving your lips. "No! What the -?" You could hardly talk, breathe or even think at all.

"Come here." He took your wrist leading you across the room to an armchair in front of a huge mirror, sitting on it, he just patted his lap and unbuttoned his dress shirt, your eyes tracing over every inch of his abdomen.

"Sit down and spread your legs for me." He commanded while his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down, your back leaning against his chest with your legs spread and locked by his.

“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and do what I say." Doyoung whispered seductively in your ear, nibbling a little on it, one hand making its way down your body.

You nodded eagerly. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He looked awfully pleased with your answer, and you couldn’t believe how hot it was the whole situation. He’d always been cocky about the effect he knew he had on your body, and that was turning you on both so much.

"Good girl. First, I need you to get your fingers nice and wet. Use your pretty mouth.”

You slipped your fingers into your mouth, making sure to keep eye contact.

“I want you to slowly slide your fingers down to your stomach.”

You did as you were told, letting out a sigh and feeling skin on fire.

“Tell me again, who do you want?” Doyoung asked once more, teasing you.

“You, Doyoung.”

“Slide your fingers to your cunt and show me how much you want me. Let me see how you touch yourself.” He challenged with a cocky smile.

You had never done such a thing, but you obeyed him right away crazed with lust and desire, otherwise, you weren't sure if you would be capable of letting him see you touching yourself. You began with slow circles on your clit, biting your lower lip to suppress your little moans.

The contact of your fingers in your heat felt so good, but the way Doyoung was looking at you through the mirror, was the main reason you were turning insane.

"Please touch me, Doyoung. I need you." You were desperate, needy. You wanted him to bring you to your climax, not yourself.

“Stop,” he told you listening to your pleas.

A silent moan slipped your lips at the feeling of his slender fingers entering your now dripping cunt so easily, stretching your walls while his other hand cupped your breasts massaging them.

He moved his lips to your neck, switching between running his tongue over your warm skin to kissing and biting. His fingers curled up inside of you, hitting your g-spot making you gasp hard, leaning your head back and closing your eyes shut.

"I told you to look at yourself in the mirror." He told you with a deep angry voice through his gritted teeth while staring straight into your eyes through the mirror.

His hand left your breasts to grip hard at your jaw to make sure you stare at yourself and what he was doing to you, knowing you were enjoying it because he could feel you clenching around his fingers and getting even wetter than before.

He always loved watching your pretty face all screwed with pleasure while he fucked you, but now watching himself pleasing you just hit different to him. Getting to see the entire picture like in a porn film and knowing that you were also watching him getting off while pleasing you, made things 10 times more kinky but intimate at the same time.

He kept thrusting his fingers inside your pussy at a fast pace, his thumb rubbing your clit mercilessly.

The view was extremely hot and dirty, but addictive. It didn't take you much to begin feeling your orgasm building up again, his skilled fingers working wonders on you.

“Why are you so quiet, baby? Let yourself go, moan for me." He told you biting your neck, his hand let go of your jaw to keep cupping your breast, pinching your nipple, and that was all you needed.

You squirted all over his hand, your body convulsing in pleasure, screaming and gasping, curses, moans and the lewd sounds of his fingers still thrusting inside you through your orgasm filling the room.

"God, you have no idea of how fucking hot you are." He praised you while pulling his fingers out of your soaked cunt and up to your mouth.

"Taste yourself, babe." And you did it, letting your head rest against Doyoung’s shoulder you sucked them clean.

Then, you turned around to look at him and before you could tell, his lips were on yours again, kissing you hard.

"I really need to properly fuck you or I will go insane." Doyoung said making you both stand up from the armchair.

“Please, Doyoung, use me however you want.” You plead to him.

You would have done whatever he asked right now, no questions, willing to let him fuck you as hard and deep as he wanted to, so he pulled you into the bed letting you in all fours and got rid of his clothes.

Excited to be able to feel him inside of you again, you rested your head on the mattress and lifted your ass up to give him a good view of your swollen, glistening cunt.

You heard him cursing at the sight and pumping his length a little before grabbing your hips to line him up to you. He rubbed his tip at your entrance, lubing it.

"Don't tease, please." You whined.

"I'm not teasing you, I swear, baby. I've been wanting this since the very first moment I saw you at the front door". He admitted.

As he finally sank into you, you both let out sighs of pleasure. You thought you were already used to his size, but given the months you were deprived of feeling his cock, you felt him stretching you out like it was the first time, also, he was far from the term "small".

Doyoung set a fast and deep pace inside of you and it had you moaning every time he bottomed out, oversensitive. The way his cock filled you was perfect as always, hitting all the right places.

You grabbed a pillow in a desperate attempt to muffle your moans but before you could even realize it, Doyoung tore it away from your mouth.

“I don’t think so, honey.” He told you reaching around you, relentless with his thrusts and grabbing both of your hands. He pulled both of your arms behind you until he had your wrists linked behind your back, clasped underneath his palm.

"I want you louder, let them all downstairs know I'm fucking your pussy so good like no other could ever do.” He demanded you, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

It was almost too much, the sound of your juices and his ballsack slapping against your ass were fueling your pleasure that had been built up so much to this point, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you reached a second orgasm.

Feeling you close, already clenching around his dick, he fastened the pace of his thrust even more.

"So tight. You always take me so well, baby." He said between moans, feeling he was about to lose his mind out of pleasure.

Taking a handful of your hair, he pulled your back up to his chest, so you were both kneeling upright. One hand kept grabbing hard at your hip while the other was now around your neck, choking you as he fucked into you insanely hard. You wanted to tell him that you were about to come again, but you couldn't even think, let alone talk. You were an absolute moaning mess.

You leaned your head back in pleasure. The noises he had you making, were louder and dirtier than anything that had ever come out of your mouth.

He was right, indeed. No man in the world could ever fuck you like he was doing and you were absolutely loving every fucking second of it.

The hand that was gripping your hips before, was now rubbing circles on your clit.

“Be a good girl and come for me again." He whispered near your ear, squeezing your neck a little more and that was all it took you to come around him, making him moan loudly as well as he kept fucking you faster and deeper, helping you to increase your high, testing all your limits.

It was the most amazing and mind blowing but also the most terrifying orgasm you had ever had in your entire life.

You cried out in pleasure, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your whole body trembled, core pulsing hard around him with each intense wave of bliss. You swore you were about to die right then and there, or at least to pass out. So you did.

The one thing you were sure about, was that he got what he wanted. You had been as loud as Doyoung wanted as you could feel your throat raw once you regained consciousness.

Doyoung was close to his own release too, but knowing you were way too oversensitive now to keep taking him, he slowly slipped his cock out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling, turning you around and placing you down into the bed, letting you rest on your back, but you still wanted to do something else for him.

You got up a bit, so you were resting on your elbows, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

His hooded eyes looked down at you with lust, looking at how you were so screwed but eager to take till the last drop of his cum in your mouth.

His hand jerked his cock harshly, grunting with every stroke until he spilled his cum all over your mouth and breasts. You still dared to pull him closer and lazily suck this cock clean, until you had him begging you to stop.

Letting up a satisfied sigh, Doyoung moved closer to you, cupping your face in his hands, kissing you passionately, still having a taste of himself in the kiss.

"Are you ok? I'm sorry if I was too rough, I guess I just got carried away a little." He asked breaking the kiss, now hovering over you. His usual soft gaze got back again but he looked as exhausted just as you felt.

You nodded at him, smiling. “I love when you fuck me rough, when you just take from me what you want. Is so fucking hot.” and kissed him again.

This was a whole new side of Doyoung that you didn't know before this night.

He always was a good boy, cute, funny, charming, a bit sassy, responsible and hard working. A true gentleman, to say the least.

I mean, is not like you two hadn't fucked a little hard before, but it was definitely nothing compared to this, and you were already willing him to fuck you like an animal again.

"Okay, I'm gonna keep it in mind." He said with a small chuckle, getting off the bed. "Waint a minute, I’ll be right back." and he disappeared in what you supposed was a bathroom. When he came back, he had a wet washcloth and a glass of water that he placed on the nightstand before gently beginning to clean you up, like the prince he is, making you blush.

After he had finished, he discarded the washcloth and settled back on the bed, laying on his side to face you.

“I'm sorry for being an asshole to you tonight. I don't know what happened to me when I saw you with Jae.” He admitted.

"No, don't be sorry. I'm the only one who has to apologize, I..." He cut you off with a soft peck on your lips.

"Shhh, don't say a word. I really don't want to ruin this perfect moment with you. We can talk later, now let's sleep." He told you with his eyes closed and his forehead pressed into yours. He was afraid that you might end up arguing again.

You just nodded at him, letting him get you both into the covers, cuddling. Then, you let yourself fall into slumber with your face on his chest inhaling his sweet scent, while he was caressing your back and kissing the top of your head.

The next morning you woke up with him spooning you and letting soft kisses on the side of your neck and shoulder.

"Good morning, beautiful," said when he noticed you were already awake. His deep morning voice that you loved, making you shiver.

"Good morning, handsome," you replied happily, turning around your head to see him and you found him looking at you with a wide smile and a spark in his eyes.

You couldn't help yourself but kiss him.

He kissed you back, slowly biting your lower lip and sucking at your tongue making you moan. This time the kiss was still heated but gentle and not hurried at all. You both had always enjoyed way too much just kissing each other.

God, you were in love so fucking much and didn't want this moment to ever end.

You felt his fingers sneaking between your legs, and he groaned satisfied noticing your wet folds.

"I can't believe you are already soaking, baby." He said moaning into the kiss, spreading your wetness with his fingers all over your slit.

"It's all your fault." You said boosting his ego.

He kept playing with your folds and clit, still kissing you, determined to drive you crazy once again, but you had other plans in mind.

"I want to ride you, love." Feeling in your ass his cock growing hard, you told him making him stop his magic between your legs.

He sat up, his back resting against the headboard. He licked his fingers before reaching for your hips. Once you were comfortably straddling him, you spit on your hand and slid it down to wrap around his dick that was pressed between your bodies, squeezing it a little.

He swallowed hard at your touch, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face. Your hands began to slowly massage his dick, your thumb swiped over the head, causing him to shudder and fasten his breath.

His head tipped back in bliss, feeling like he was about to combust, Doyoung lifted your hips, so you sat up further on your knees, holding yourself above him. After brushing his tip against your entrance a few times, you finally lowered down on top of him.

As you sank down over his dick, you both sighed as he filled you inch by inch. You stayed still for a while, still a bit sore from the last night, but you kept him deep inside.

You slid your arms around Doyoung’s shoulders, holding him close to you. You cupped his face, looking him in the eyes, your thumbs caressing his cheeks lovingly making him smile before your lips found his, again.

He moved his lips from yours to your jaw, then to your neck, sucking a little on the crook, and finally down to your chest, spreading wet kisses all over your breasts, massaging them softly.

Closing your eyes, you arched your back upwards wanting to feel more of his mouth over you. Doyoung slid his hands from your back and hip, to grip into the softness of your ass, helping you to slowly move your hips, up and down in circular movement.

You kept bouncing and rolling your hips, clenching every time you pulled out a bit, really wanting to make him feel at least a fraction of the immense amount of pleasure he had given to you last night and it seemed that you were doing a great job, given the way he looked and the sounds escaping from his lips. His moans were the most beautiful sounds ever alongside his singing.

The slow, soft morning sex with you was his favorite way ever to start a day.

His head tilted back in pure bliss, his black hair falling on his sweaty forehead, his cheeks slightly flushed, his beautiful lips parted open moaning your name softly and his eyes slightly open, just enough to keep looking at you.

You were grateful for the daylight, allowing you to see just how flawless he was, from head to toe.

"I love you, Doyoung," you told him feeling a tear roll down your cheek. It was being too much, so many emotions at the same time and you just couldn't hold them all anymore, feeling overwhelmed. "I love you so much." you said again.

Doyoung snapped out of his pleasure trance at hearing you say that and pulled you closer, wiping your tears away with kisses all over your face.

"I know, baby. I love you too, so fucking much." He assured, hugging you lovingly.

“Hold on,” Doyoung whispered. His hands gripped onto your hips again, lifting you up. You only had a moment of rest before he began thrusting his hips up.

“Fuck,” you practically shouted, your hands slamming up against the headboard behind his head. It took you a little to react and start to move again, meeting him in the middle.

As much as you wanted to keep up with the thrusting, your thighs were exhausted and Doyoung noticed it.

So he flipped you onto your back and he was hovering over you, propped up on his elbows as he continued fucking you.

He made you feel so wanted and loved. The feeling of his delicious cock inside of you was always heavenly, he fitted in the most perfect way, hitting all the right places every time as if your body was made just for him.

Doyoung moved both of your hands so he could lace his fingers with yours over your head. The look in his eyes was so intense, telling you so much without words.

He brought his face closer to yours, letting his open lips hover over yours breathing each other's breath keeping eye contact. He slightly brushed your lips, before capturing them in a passionate kiss as he kept pleasuring you with long, slow, deep thrusts, just the way you both liked.

“Fuck, you feel so good." Speaking on your lips between kisses as he moved his hand to hold your hip.

"You too, baby. Ah! You feel just perfect." You said moaning, making him smirk on your lips. "Faster Doyoung, please."

Quickening his thrusts as he lifted your right leg and let it rest over his shoulder, hitting you faster and deeper. He knew he was hitting your g-spot with every thrust with how you were reacting, your walls pulsing around him, squeezing tight his cock.

“Oh my god, yes! Right there. Fuck! Keep going.” You said moaning with eyes shut closed.

He couldn't believe that someone as beautiful and perfect as you loved him, feeling the luckiest guy.

"So pretty. Still can't believe you're mine, baby." He said caressing your cheek.

"Yes, Doyoung. I'm yours, all yours, forever." You replied him moving your hand to the back of his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair, and pulling his lips back to yours, letting your tongue glide along with his.

"I'm almost there. Where do you want me?" He said breaking the kiss.

"Inside, I wanna feel you cum inside me. I'm close too." You really craved the sensation of his dick twitching inside you and his cum filling you up.

It only took a few more thrusts for you both cum together and you could have sworn that you were in heaven. His body jerked slightly as he spilled inside of you with a deep, low groan, his head buried into your neck.

Later, Doyoung pulled out of you and rolled to the side, collapsing next to you, watching you in awe as your body still twitched with the aftershocks.

"Beautiful. I want to make you come like this every day, for the rest of my life." He said kissing your forehead softly, making you smile and feeling that your heart could explode with so much love and happiness.

After a long, quiet moment where you both just kept looking in the eyes at each other, you finally talked.

"Doie, I really want to apologize for being such a bitch to you."

"No, you don't have to. I only care about here and now." He tried to cut your apologies off again.

"No, please. Let me finish." You said sitting up facing him and taking his hands. "You didn't deserve what I did to you. I was forced to break up with you by my company and somehow I thought it was the best for us, but I just didn't know how to do it, so I figured talking to you on the phone was the best option as I hadn't to look at you, but you were making it harder than I expected... and I treated you so, so bad. I'm so sorry, Doie. Please, let me make it up to you, even if it takes me a lifetime, I know it's worth the try." Tears began to roll down your face, but you kept going.

"I really meant what I told you minutes ago. I love you Doyoung, I love you so fucking much that it hurts, and there are no words in any language that can explain what I truly feel for you."

Doyoung pulled you closer to hug you tight, feeling tears of joy begin to pool in his eyes.

"Forgive me for being such a coward, for taking the easy way out, and not fighting enough for our love, for taking decisions that concern both of us without consulting you and messing with everything." He had you practically sobbing in his arms, caressing your back, and spreading tender kisses all over your face.

"I have nothing to forgive you for, my love. You're right, you should have told me what was happening then, so we could find a solution together, but I don't blame you because I know you only wanted the best for us. Now, the only thing that matters to me is that you love me as much as I love you. More than ever, I'm sure that you are the love of my life and I will never let you go, okay?

He was so considerate that you didn't understand how could you deserve such an incredible man.

"I love you Doyoung, I love you and I will keep telling you till my last breath, I swear." You told him smiling at him, still with tears on your face but this time, they were of pure happiness.

"I love you more, my dear. Forever and ever." Said smiling you back, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

You were lying naked in bed for a while longer, cuddling, kissing each other lovingly as if the world was about to end.

"Hey baby, as much as I love being like this with you, I'm starving. We should go to the kitchen downstairs to grab something," You just nodded at him, placing a kiss on his temple. "but first, we should take a shower. We are a little sticky." He said scrunching his nose, faking disgust.

Doyoung helped you to stand up from the bed and took you to the bathroom lifting you on his arms on bridal style. He always loved being such a show off with you, and you couldn't help but laugh.

Being in the shower bathing each other, you felt that you weren't just getting rid of the dirt and sweat, but the water also washed away all your concerns, making you feel lighter than ever and excited for this fresh new start, with new illusions and hopes for the great future that awaited you, together.

[l-r-christian]

Can I request a fic where Elijah has to marry the daughter of the leader of the human Faction, much like Hayley having to marry Jackson, and Hayley is jealous seeing Elijah with the girl who is pretty much naive and innocent?

Arrange marriage + Elijah Mikaelson + An innocent naive young lady? Yes, I am getting so many ideas.

Warnings: Fluff, A bit smutty, Innocent!Reader, Protective!Elijah, Jealous!Hayley, misogynistic behavior

There was stillness in the air as the members of the Factions stared at the human, John Hale, that was leader of the human Faction. Hayley looked at Elijah who was staring at the man as John offered up his only daughter to marry Elijah or John will pull the human Faction out of the peace treaty.

"What?"

"Marry my daughter or the humans pull out." John said smirking, John was a man that wanted power and was willing to sell off his only daughter. Y/N Hale had just turned 20 and John had came from an old fashioned family so once his daughter hit 20 and talks of the peace treaty between Factions lined up. John saw it as a chance to get power and the Mikaelsons had it.

"You can't be serious! Elijah don't....."

"I'll have to meet her first." Elijah said cutting Hayley off as Marcel looked at Elijah knowing what the Original was thinking let John believe the power was in the human's reach. John stood straight still smirking sliding over his card.

"Come by the house this afternoon Mr. Mikaelson."

"The meeting has came to an end then." Elijah said as everyone left but Hayley and Marcel. Hayley looked crossed her arms looking at Elijah wondering why he was going along with the human.

"Why did you agree?"

"Because Hayley, we need the humans to play nice. Marrying John's daughter will give us an edge as he didn't realize he gave us." Elijah said looking at the hybrid a smirk playing on his lips as Marcel smiled placing his hands on the table.

"The vampires get access to the stakes and wolfsbane." Marcel says as Elijah fixed his cufflinks smirking.

"Yes so if I am stuck in some loveless marriage then fine at least the girl would be useful for something." Elijah says as Hayley saw just how much Elijah was always ten steps ahead and just because he'll be married didn't mean Elijah wouldn't see her behind the human's back.

Y/N stood dressed in a baby blue tea dress that was long sleeved laced up back and a maid had done up her hair, Y/N slipped on white heels and she was ready to meet her future husband.

"There you are princess! Now daddy needs you to bed a good girl okay? Mr. Mikaelson is gonna be here soon."

"Of course daddy." Y/N said softly as the doorbell rang, John quickly headed down stairs. Y/N followed pausing seeing Elijah stepping in as her face flushed seeing how handsome the vampire was.

"Mr. Mikaelson, welcome this is my daughter Y/N. Sorry the boys are working." John said as Elijah looked to Y/N smirking seeing her flush and heart skipping a beat. Elijah looked her over finding her adorable as he could practically smell the innocence on her.

"It is alright. I would like to get to know Y/N alone."

"Ye....yes go ahead."

Y/N walked with Elijah in the garden as John watched from the window seeing how his daughter and the vampire were smiling talking. Elijah was surprised to find that he kinda liked the young woman as he saw how innocent and naive she was making him have an urge to keep her safe.

"You are aware why I am here, yes?"

"Daddy says you are going to be my future husband. Don't worry I know what my place is as your wife." Y/N said smiling looking at the roses as Elijah frowned not liking how that sounded.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh you know. Don't speak unless spoken to, make sure to have dinner ready, house stays clean and.....to always serve your husband's needs." Y/N tells Elijah as the Original took note that John was old fashioned and Rebekah needed to be kept away from the man or else his future father-in-law would end up dead.

"There be no need for that."

"Okay..." Y/N sounded unsure but she was told to never questioned her husband then took Elijah's arm when he held it out to her and continued their walk. For a month Elijah was seeing Y/N as John was having his daughter's things packed up when Elijah said the young woman was going to be living with him.

"Today is the day Elijah." Hayley says and Elijah swore he heard a hint of jealousy in her tone when he turned seeing Hayley dressed in a gorgeous lavender dress that boarder on being white. Hayley looked at Elijah finding him devilishly handsome wishing it was her and now she knew how Elijah felt when she married Jackson.

"That it is."

"Well don't want to keep John waiting."

The bridal march started and Elijah looked to the end of the aisle and Elijah felt his breath stop as he swore he never seen such a beautiful woman before. Y/N dressed in a lovely strapless mermaid dress hair done in a low braided bun makeup done naturally. In all the words Elijah thought of he couldn't form the words with how gorgeous Y/N looked.

"You alright Elijah?"

"Just fine Niklaus." Elijah said as the wedding ceremony went on and Elijah became Y/N's husband. Elijah noted how shy Y/N got when he kissed her and he also noticed how mouth watering her scent was.

"Welcome to the family Elijah. Now princess be a good wife for Elijah now." John says as Elijah frowned still not liking the undertones of John's words.

"Of course daddy." Y/N tells her father when Klaus came to ask the bride for a dance leaving Elijah with John.

"Don't worry Elijah she is a virgin. Like a good wife should be."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, made the mistake with my wife so I made sure Y/N was going to be a virgin for her husband which now you." John said unaware that his words stirred something in Elijah.

The idea that his little wife was virgin, awoken a corruption kink Elijah thought he buried years ago as Elijah unconsciously licked his bottom lip watching Y/N with Rebekah. Hayley moved next to Elijah frowning a bit seeing the dark look she knew all to well.

"Elijah?"

"Yes Hayley?" Elijah answered being pulled from his thoughts and undressing his wife with his eyes. Hayley prided herself on knowing Elijah and she could tell that Elijah was falling for Y/N.

"You okay?"

"Yes." Elijah said walking to Y/N his hand falling to her waist gently taking her hand kissing it watching her flushed out of the corner of his eye.

"Go easy on her tonight, Elijah." Klaus teased smirking devilishly as Elijah chuckled helping his flushing wife in the car.

"I will."

Y/N felt nervous as she felt Elijah help her untie the boice of her dress while peppering her neck with kisses. Elijah heard her heart racing and he tilt her head back his hand slowly trailing down her thoat.

"We don't have to do anything."

"But my duty as wife is to please my husband." Y/N said softly pulling away from Elijah and he watched her take her dress off then layed on the bed in white lace. Elijah decided he was going to break his wife out of her father's ideologies.

"Alright then." Elijah said taking off his suit jacket and tie licking his lips as thought of ruining her made him growled. Y/N squealed when Elijah had pulled her to the edge and was between her legs.

"El....El....Elijah?"

"Don't worry, my dear." Elijah purred kissing her thigh just above her thigh high and began teasing the skin there pulling small whimpers from her. Y/N trembled feeling Elijah's mouth move higher kissing her lace covered mound making her snap her legs close.

"Now don't be shy, darling." Elijah said rubbing circles on her thighs spreading her thighs again.

"B...b...b..but." Y/N squeaked out as Elijah ripped her panties off and the sound she made Elijah growl against her as Y/N whimpered feeling heat pool in her lower abdomen as Elijah was making her feel things she hadn't before. Elijah groaned when Y/N cummed on his tongue and he continued to pull more sounds from her as she shook.

"Look at you, pretty baby." Elijah said seeing tears in her eyes and face flushed looking at him trembling feeling his hands moved taking off the white lace bra she had on. Y/N with shaking hands reaching up gripping his shirts he dipped his head to her neck placing soft kisses on skin.

"That's it little darling, go ahead and touch me." Elijah purred when he saw Y/N's small hands removed his shirt looking up at him with innocent eyes making Elijah try hard to not fuck her hard.

"We have all night my little darling."

Hayley walked into the compound a month after the wedding and a week earlier Elijah had returned from his honeymoon. Hayley noticed Elijah wasn't up yet which she found odd as the noble vampire was always up early.

"Elijah still in bed?"

"Yes, he and his wife had a long night." Klaus said smirking as Hayley huffed sitting down waiting for Elijah as Klaus knew why Hayley was upset.

Elijah woke groaning looking at his clock seeing it was 8am and rolled onto his side smiling seeing Y/N asleep on her abdomen. While at first Elijah was only planning on using Y/N, the vampire found hisself adoring his wife.

"Oh! Goodmorning....I'm sorry I should have gotten up more early to set out your clothes."

"It's fine my little darling." Elijah said moving closer kissing the bare skin of her back making her flushed. Since their wedding night, Y/N was confused by Elijah seemly placing her needs first and not forcing her to do things.

"But.....I'm.....your wife.....and I should."

"Shhhh, I already told you that you are perfect. My cute innocent little wife." Elijah said rolling Y/N over onto her back making her flush as her bare body was on display for him. Y/N was littered with love bites, her hips bruised, her lips still a little swollen as she looked up at him.

"But....Eli..." Y/N was cut off by Elijah kissing her deeply slipping his tongue into her mouth swallowing whatever moans she made. Elijah pulled away seeing her flushed trembling as Elijah leaning down kissing her neck.

"Such a sweet good wife."

"Eli.....I...we." Y/N tried speaking but Elijah turned her mind to mush as his hands moved up her legs. Elijah's mouth moved to her breast as Y/N bit her fist trembling feeling overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Let's get you cleaned up little darling." Elijah said softly pulling away from Y/N giving her one last kiss. Elijah drew a bath and picked Y/N up having her in his lap as warm water relaxed Y/N as Elijah began washing her. Elijah didn't know how it happened but he was slowly falling for Y/N and was going to do whatever he could to keep her safe.

"Humm that feels nice my darling." Elijah purred relaxing as Y/N washed Elijah's hair as he rubbed her back. Y/N's heart fluttered at how relaxed Elijah looked and afterwards he helped her dress.

"Elijah, hey." Hayley says getting up seeing Elijah walk down with Y/N seeing him having a possessive hand on the human's waist.

"Hayley, came to drop off Hope?"

"Yeah. So busy tonight?" Hayley asked when Y/N went to get them tea and Elijah sat down knowing why Hayley was asking.

"Yes, I have dinner with John." Elijah said smiling softly and for a moment Hayley thought Elijah was looking at her but saw Y/N walking in with a tray holding tea. Hayley frowned seeing Elijah being soft with the human woman treating like a wife. Hayley knew Elijah was in love with Y/N or at least falling for her.

"My brother has always been a sucker for a pretty face. A woman that needs him." Klaus tells Hayley with a smirk seeing that she was watching Elijah with his wife.

"Really?"

"Why else would he have fell for you? But this one is different."

"Are you saying Elijah never loved me?" Hayley growled tearing her eyes from Elijah and Y/N, looking at Klaus.

"He was blinded by the fact you were carrying my child, a woman in need of help." Klaus said making Hayley angry as she glared at Klaus.

"Elijah loved me."

"No, he loved the idea of playing father. I know my brother better than you do Hayley. Sure Elijah loved you at some point but it broke when you chose Jackson over him."

"I did that to protect our daughter."

"True but ask yourself did you really Jackson or Elijah? Which one did you lie to?" Klaus questioned leaving as Hayley snapped her head hearing Y/N laugh at as joke Elijah told her. Hayley swallowed thinking over Klaus's words hating that he might be right as she watched Elijah kiss Y/N's hand as both enjoyed one another's company.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

New Year’s Eve Drabbles 2021

New Year’s Eve Drabbles 2021

What a hell of a year it’s been, huh? Here’s to hoping 2022 is a little kinder and things start going back to normal soon. Happy New Year, everyone.

Fandoms: The Santa Clause, MCU, DCEU, Once Upon a Time

Total Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: None

 Bernard the Elf

Word Count: 0.6k

The weeks following Christmas were always weird at the North Pole. Bernard especially had a hard time figuring out what to do with all of his free time. He wasn’t used to such a light workload. There were some things to do, sure, but they didn’t begin to compare to the mountain of work he had leading up to Christmas.

One of these smaller responsibilities, however, was arranging the Elves’ New Year’s Eve Party. You’d think that after the massive post-Christmas celebration the elves threw every year, they’d be all partied out by the time the New Year rolled around the next week, but you would be wrong. If there was anything the elves knew how to do, it was party.

“Bernard, are we a go for the mistletoe?” One of the elves on the decorating committee asked, a basket of mistletoe branches tucked under her arm.

He thought about if for a long moment and then nodded. “Yeah, go ahead. Sadie, how much eggnog do we have prepped?”

“I think it’s enough.” Sadie nodded.

Bernard nodded, checking the drinks off of his checklist. “Great. Party platters?”

“Assembled, sir.” One of the younger elves saluted. “We gathered the most gorgeous meat and cheese tray the pole has ever seen. There is also a veggie tray.”

“Perfect.” Bernard nodded, turning around when he felt a finger tap his shoulder only to come face to face with you. You’d done your makeup all sparkling and silver and you were wearing a classy outfit for the party. “(Y/N), you look…great.” He said, his voice all soft and sincere. You swore you saw some red creeping onto his cheeks.

“Oh, thanks.” You tucked a piece of hair behind a pointed ear. “Just wondering if you needed any help getting the place ready for the party.”

“I think we’re just about done, actually, but thank you.” Bernard said, looking at his clipboard before looking back up at you. “How has your uh, vacation been so far?”

“I’ve finally been able to get some sleep.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Have you?”

Bernard chuckled and shrugged. “A little. Well, a lot more than usual, that’s for sure.”

“Good.” You grinned and touched his arm gently. “I’m gonna go help some of the other elves get ready. See you in a bit.”

“Y-yeah, see ya.” He smiled, watching you go. As soon as you were out of earshot, he looked up to the elf holding up the mistletoe. “Do we, uh…have any more mistletoe lying around?”

***

A few hours later, the New Year’s Party was in full swing and Bernard could not find you anywhere, but he’d been looking for you all night. He blamed it on the low lighting and the loud music. And then, suddenly, the countdown started. He looked around frantically. Now was his chance, the first time in the two-hundred something years he’d been in love with you to finally take that next step and you were nowhere to be found.

Until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Bernard turned to find you there, glittering in the pink and purple lights, as sparkly as a fae.

“Hey, thank you for everything this year.” You said to him. You smiled.

“Yeah, of course. Thank you for, uh, all the hard work this year.” Bernard smiled, rocking onto the balls of his feet. “It was a great Christmas.”

The numbers of the countdown began to dwindle and you didn’t know what to say, staring into his eyes until midnight finally hit. You glanced up and your gaze softened as you realize there was a little bit of mistletoe dangling above the two of you.

“Mistletoe.”

“Huh, how’d that get there?” Bernard chuckled, looking down at you. His features grew more serious. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to.” You assured him, leaning in until finally, finally, your lips met his and you welcomed the new year in the sweetest way possible.

 Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 0.6k

Tony Stark, as everyone knew, was a bit eccentric. He had money and liked to flaunt it. This was especially evident when New Year’s Eve rolled around. This year, to celebrate yet another year, he was throwing a 1940s themed party. Why it was 40s themed and not 20s themed, you weren’t sure, but you had a feeling it had something to do with the fact that two soldiers from the second world war were members of your team currently.

You were surprised about it a bit, but Bucky had somehow been convinced to don his old uniform. And damn did he look good in it.

“Careful, you might drool if you keep staring at him like that.” Sam quipped, nudging you with his elbow and smirking.

“Oh shut up. Like you don’t do the same with that one.” Your eyes flicked over to Natasha, who was chatting with Wanda, the two of them laughing over glasses of champagne.

“Alright, alright.” Sam shook his head, chuckling. “You gonna do anything about it?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” You shrugged, twirling a piece of curled hair around your finger.

“You know, he’s the one who had Stark pick this theme.”

You raised an eyebrow and took a sip from your glass. “Oh really?”

“I think he wanted to see you all dressed up.” Sam smirked.

“Hmm…Might just have to test that hypothesis.” You winked and walked over towards where Bucky was leaning against the bar.

His face lit up as soon as you approached, his eyes scanning down your form as a grin spread across his handsome features. He’d gotten a haircut, you noticed. He’d also shaved. He looked really nice cleanshaven. Very handsome.

“Hey, doll! Happy New Year.” He straightened up and adjusted the brim of his hat. “You look great.”

“Thank you. You clean up nice, Sergeant Barnes.” You grinned, taking another sip from your drink.

He chuckled. “Thanks. Had to pull some strings to get this uniform here in one piece.”

“Vintage?”

“Yeah; borrowed it from the Smithsonian.”

“Wow. Authentic.” You chuckled. “I now understand everything that’s ever been said about ‘men in uniforms.’”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Well in that case…do you think I could talk you into a dance?”

“I think you might have some luck with that, yeah.” You smiled and set your now-empty glass on the bar just in time for Bucky to take your hand and lead you out to the dance floor. The two of you swayed to the music for a long time, Bucky teaching you a few things when the music picked up pace.

“I think I’ve still got it.” He smirked, spinning you out and then pulling you back to his chest.

You scrunched up your nose. “Yeah, I think so too.”

The two of you were so close, you could feel his warmth radiating off of him, your hand held carefully in his metal one. You were so close, you could just about…

And then the music faded out and the countdown started.

“You know, there’s a New Year’s Eve tradition…I don’t know if it’s still popular these days…” Bucky chuckled, suddenly a little flustered.

“If it’s the one I’m thinking of, it still is…” You nodded, smiling. “And, uh, there’s no one else I’d rather share it with than you.”

“3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The room erupted in shouts and cheers and you leaned in, kissing a one-hundred year old assassin when the clock struck midnight.

When the two of you pulled apart, he chuckled. “You know, that was my first kiss since 1945.”

“Was it worth the wait?”

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. “Without a doubt.”

“Well, Sarge…would you like another one?”

 Diana Prince

Word Count: 0.5k

You honestly hadn’t expected the Justice League to do much to celebrate the New Year. You weren’t sure why you’d thought that, especially when Bruce Wayne of all people was the head of the team. What you were surprised about, however, was the fact that he’d invited the team to one of his fancy schmancy Bruce Wayne parties.

So, you were currently dressed to the nines, your hair and makeup fancier than it had ever been. You walked into the party on your own, hesitant and unsure. Everything about the event felt too fancy for you to be there.

Nope. That was it. You were bailing.

“Not so fast.” You felt an arm wrap around your waist and turn you back towards the party, Diana’s warm voice in your ear. “You just got here. Leaving already?”

“I suppose not…”

“Let me get you a drink.” Diana said, smiling warmly. “You look lovely, by the way. That is a good color on you.”

“Says the literal goddess.”

“Demigoddess.” She corrected, walking over towards one of the servers to retrieve two flutes of bubbly champagne. She walked back elegantly and handed one to you, clinking her glass against yours gently. “Not your usual scene?”

“Not even close.” You laughed. “I spent last New Year’s at my apartment with my cat.”

“You should have brought him along. I’m sure Bruce wouldn’t have minded. He is rather fond of cats, after all.”

That quip almost caused you to choke on your champagne. “Yeah, he sure is, isn’t he?”

Diana smirked. She linked her arm with yours and started introducing you to other guests you weren’t familiar with. And despite all the strangers surrounding the two of you, Diana was positively glowing, a social butterfly in every sense of the word.

At the center of the stage in the middle of the room, there was a giant golden clock and every minute, it ticked closer and closer to midnight. Diana caught you watching it, your expression anxious.

“Somewhere to be at midnight, Cinderella?” Diana asked, amusement in her tone.

“What, no, I just…” You shook your head, shy. “It’s silly.”

“I assure you it’s not. What’s going on?” She was serious, but there was still compassion in her tone.

“I don’t know, I was just…hoping to get a kiss this New Year’s Eve. But I…”

“Nothing is impossible.” Diana’s arm wrapped around your waist and she pressed a kiss to your cheek. “If you still want that kiss, come find me at midnight, alright?”

You nodded, silent, your eyes widening. You were sure there was something in your champagne because there was no way this was reality. So, you did as she said, and found her when the countdown started.

“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind, love.” Diana said, her hand wandering up your arm to your shoulder. She pulled you closer to her. “I am so glad you came to join our team. And I’m so glad we’ve grown as close as we have.”

“Me too.” You smiled. And then, when the countdown hit zero, you spend your first moments of the new year kissing a goddess.

 Killian Jones

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As the New Year approached Storybrook, everyone gathered in Granny’s diner. Granny had cooked up a bunch of pies and was serving it by the slice. The dwarves had brought all the alcohol in town, and the Charmings were celebrating the new year over in their booth. Meanwhile, you were in your own booth in the back of the diner.

“Spending the New Year on your own, eh? Mind if I join you?”

“I’m not alone, I’m here.”

“Sitting alone in a booth.” Killian pointed out, sliding into the seat across from you. “I remember you, you know?”

“Oh do you?”

“The princess in the tower.” Killian nodded. “Everyone knew who you were.”

“And yet no one came to find me until the curse swept in.” You shrugged. “It may not have been great for everyone, but at least I got to have a life here, an art studio, something to do.”

“I’ll admit, this new world is…strange, but it hasn’t been all bad.”

“Oh yeah, Captain? How so?”

“Well, I got to meet you, for one.” He smirked that famous smirk of his.

“Cherry pie for both of you?” Granny asked, sliding one slice in front of you.

“Yes please. Thank you, ma’am.” Killian said, smiling up at her, in a better mood than you knew him to be, generally.

You picked up a little piece of pie on your fork and ate it. The cherry filling was ever so sweet, and as always, it was the best pie you’d ever had. She returned a few moments later with another slice for Killian and the Dwarves came over with glasses of champagne, giving one to each of you.

“Thank you, Leroy.”

“Don’t mention it, princess.” Leroy gave a knowing look before leaving you alone with the pirate captain once more.

“You have any New Year’s traditions from back then?”

“Drinking with my crew. Trying not to die at Pan’s sword.”

You chuckled. “Sounds pleasant.”

“More so than you would think.” Killian took a sip from the champagne flute and then grimaced, staring at the liquid. “What is this?”

“Champagne. Probably pretty different than the rum you’re used to.” You chuckled, taking another bite of pie.

“Very.”

“So what does a new year in this world bring?”

“Well, as someone who’s spent twenty-eight of them here, there usually some fireworks, the new year’s broadcast from New York, pie at Granny’s, some music, all the couples kiss at midnight…”

“Kissing at midnight?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged, taking another sip of champagne.

“Huh.” He nodded, picking up a fork and digging into his pie. “Noted.”

Later, when the new year got closer, everyone crowded around the TV. And when midnight hit, Snow turned to Charming, Emma turned to Neal, and Hook turned to…you?

You raised an eyebrow.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, love.” He reassured you, his voice quiet and earnest.

You stared at him for a long time, thinking, and just as he was about to turn away, you reached up and turned his face towards yours, leaning in for a long-awaited kiss.

 Pietro Maximoff

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It wasn’t a glamorous New Year’s Eve by any means. You and the rest of the Avengers were currently holed up in a safe house somewhere in Minnesota. There was a blizzard outside raging and most of you were pretty beat up. None of you were gravely injured or anything, but you had all taken a beating. Well, aside from Bruce, but it was pretty much impossible for him to get hurt.

Currently, you were in the kitchen, going through the cupboards to see what there was to eat that would feed all of you. Where Thor was involved, you weren’t sure there was enough food in the entire house for him. So, instead, you decided to whip up some mac and cheese to offer to whoever was hungry.

It didn’t take long, and in a few moments, you were sitting up on the counter, eating your bowl of mac and cheese before you invited the others in to have some. It didn’t take long for Pietro to catch a whiff of it and come running in, though.

“You’re cooking? It’s almost midnight.”

“Mac and cheese. Want some?” You asked.

He nodded and used his superspeed to scoop himself a bowl at record speed. He looked up at you, his eyes soft, and one of them noticeably bruised and swollen.

“Oh shit, when did that happen?”

“About an hour ago.” He shrugged, sheepish all of a sudden. “I got punched, but it did not bruise until we got here.”

“Come here.” You motioned him over.

“Draga, don’t waste your energy on me. What if you need it?” He said softly, but still walked over towards you anyways.

“It’s not a waste if it’s you.” You said softly, taking his face in your hands gently. His chin was bruised a bit, too. Energy began to glow from your palms, trickling up his face, past his shrinking chin bruise to the large black eye he was sporting. Then, slowly, the skin lost its purple hue, returning to his normal skin tone, the swelling deflating as well.

He grinned at you, his smile warm and as charming as always. “You never cease to amaze me, draga.”

“I do my best.” You shrugged, his chin still cupped in your hands. He had a bit of scruff. It had been a few days since he’d shaved, but he was still as handsome as ever.

“You’re staring.”

“Oh, am I?” You asked coyly. “Didn’t notice.”

Pietro took a step closer, positioning himself between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist, your bowls of mac and cheese long forgotten on the counter beside you.

“Another year together, draga.” Pietro all but whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

“There’s no one else I’d rather spend it beside.” You whispered back.

In the other room, you could hear the other Avengers ringing in the New Year, despite their exhaustion and various injuries, but all you cared about was the charming speedster standing right in front of you as he leaned in to seal the previous year with a tender kiss.

[lovexjoe]

Safe Guard Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

HE HAS A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND ?!

Unbelievable. Y/N knew how to hide her emotions, but her eyes told it all. She shot death glares at Jack. Her own best friend did this. He treated her as if she was just another side chick like every other bitch she had heard about through Urban. She watches as he wraps his arm around the brunette, his eyes looking up at her and she could see how sorry he was. But that shit was not gonna cut it.

“Where’s the birthday girl?” The brunette makes her way over to Y/N with a bottle of champagne and a welcoming smile.

“Hi! I’m Destiny, I’m glad to finally meet you. Happy birthday gorgeous.” She pulls Y/N into a hug without a second thought. Y/N internally screaming because she wanted to shove this bitch off of her, but she knew it wasn’t her fault at all. It was Jack fucking Harlow’s fault. She returns Destiny’s gesture and popped the bottle. They both took a sip and passed it around.

“Thank you so much for coming. I hope it wasn’t a hassle getting over here. I heard the flight was delayed.” Y/N tries to make small talk as she peeps Jack downing 3 shots in the kitchen with Urban chuckling. Urban told him he would get caught up one day and today is that day.

“No no it was worth all of it- oh my god what a beautiful necklace. That’s the same one I asked Jack to get me literally three days ago” Destiny gazes in awe.

Great. Now he gave me a gift that was SUPPOSE TO BE FOR HER.

“Surprise! It’s not for me. Jack wanted me to try it on to make sure it would fit right.” Y/N was quick with a response not wanting to keep the necklace at all. She removed it and placed it around Destiny’s neck. She smiles and runs over to Jack to give him a kiss.

“You are the best boyfriend ever!” Jack plays it off well. Too fucking well. That’s what liars do. Druski gets to DJing and everyone was back on the dance floor. Y/N sneaked her way upstairs to the guest room. Jack wanted the main group to stay the night and she was instantly regretting the decision. As soon as she closes the door, the tears trickle down her cheeks. How could he? He made her feel so special and just ruined it. She was over the party. Her makeup started to smudge as her mascara didn’t survive her tears. Y/N washes off her makeup and changed into some PJs. There was a soft knock on the door before the devil himself enters the room.

“Baby-“

“Baby? Boy shut the fuck up. I don’t even want to hear the lies that are gonna come out of your mouth.”She cuts him off letting him know that she’s not taking any lies or bullshit. Y/N puts her foot down even though she wanted to finish what they started earlier. That’s been clouding her mind all night since it happened.

“I fucked up and I’m sorry. Destiny told me she wasn’t going to come and I told her I wanted to break up. Things have been rocky between us for a while but she keeps coming back. That’s why she hopped on the first flight over here when I said I was done.” Jack aired everything out. He knew he was still wrong but he wanted his side to be heard at least. She had to know he genuinely did not mean for this to happen. Everything that went down in his bedroom was real and meant everything to him.

“Then why buy me a necklace that she wanted .” Y/N crossed her arms and Jack was mentally making a note on how beautiful she looks without all the glitz and glam.

“She always wants me to buy her shit. She didn’t deserve it and why would you even give it to her-“

“Cause you’re a liar!” She throws her hand up absolutely exhausted over the situation.

“Our initials are engraved on the back of the necklace! It was only meant for you!”

Fuck!

Y/N didnt even know what to say. If Destiny notices she's going to flip and make her look like a homewrecker. Why does this man have to make things so complicated? A smile forms on Jack's face as he admires her in deep thought. He knew there was nothing for her to even stress about cause it's his problem. Somehow she still manages to take the stress of the world on her shoulders. She peeps that he's smiling and grabs the nearest pillow to hit him with it.

"My love, violence is never the answer!" Jack starts to mess with her. He was trying to make light of the situation. She wanted to be upset more than anything, but she lets her guard down. She knew he was sorry and Urban had already informed her about Destiny. She was a sweet girl, but she had a plan to use Jack to get to fame and money. Y/N places the pillow down and walks over to Jack. She backs him up against the door and locks it to make sure no one disturbs them again.

“I want to finish what we started earlier. I’m not taking no for an answer” He liked this side of her. He was already turned on from the moment she turned the lock.

Fuck she’s beautiful.

She trusted him even after the fuckery that went down. He picked her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and their lips connected. It passionate with a tint of anger. His eager lips reach her neck causing her moans to escape.

God she’s so sexy

As he lays her down, his hands hooked around her bottoms and he tossed them to the side. He didn’t want to rush but he also didn’t want them to get interrupted once again. Fuck everyone else right now. Her pussy was exposed, his lips kiss along each side of her inner thigh and she starts to move her hips.

“Slow mama, I want you to enjoy this.” He holds her in place. Relishing at her hairless pussy besides the cute landing strip on top. His tongue brushes her clit, teasing slowly, then fully pulling and sucking it. His two fingers slip inside her as his tongue works her clit. Y/N eyes rolls back and she’s trying so hard not to be loud. This was different from the first time, it was more intense and her body didn’t know how to keep its composure.

“Cum for me baby.” He continues to finger her, picking up the pace as he kisses her. He wants to see her cum, watch her pretty faces and her eyes roll back. She trusted him entirely. No one else saw her in this light. That was enough to get him off.

“F-fuck Jack! I’m-Im cumming!” She cries out, gripping onto the sheets. His dick was hard and it was aching in his pants. Y/N slowly came down from the high and her vision clears up. There was a glow to her.

“How do you feel?” He plays with her hair, looking down at her freshly finger fucked.

“I want…..more” She slips her hand into his pants and felt how big he was. She’s watched porn before so she knew a little bit on how to maneuver. He assists her in taking his pants and boxers off. His dick sprung free hitting his belly button.

How the fuck is that suppose to fit inside me?

“Hey I’ll go slow…” his left hand brushes against her cheek as his right hand guides hers to stroke him. She goes slow moving her hand up and down. She looks up at him as his breath hitches, his blue eyes keeping contact with hers and it made her clit twitched. She places her lips to his tip, her tongue swirling the precum around and taking him inside her mouth. He was amazed, it was just the way he loved it. Gentle and massaged. His moans did something to her, it fueled her to keep going. Seeing his curls slightly wet with sweat as they stick to his forehead. His lips red from him biting his lip.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop” Y/N stops and lays down next to him. He gets on top of positioning them into missionary, giving her kisses to ease her mind. He brushes his tip against her clit. The room was silent, all that could be heard between them was their uneven breathing and moans. They both couldn’t believe this. This night is gonna change everything. He wasn’t gonna let her out of his sight. She’s his as he is hers. He was about to ruin the one thing no one else can have; her innocence. He positions himself and slowly slips inside her.

“Ahh!” She felt a pinch of pain, Jack kisses her neck and sucks her sweet spot to help. He stays still for a minute, but then continues after she nods her head go on. His thrusts were slow and gentle. She looks up at him, wrapping her hands around his neck and she couldn’t help but moan as he hits a certain spot.

“Jack….fuck right there” he groans as he watches himself thrust all the way out and right back in. Her pussy was drenching his cock with her wetness. He knew she was already close, he pulls her legs over his shoulders so he can penetrate her deeper.

“Cum princess” she covers her mouth to hide a moan, but Jack pins both of her hands down. His pace become deeper and harder. Her moans filled the room, with his balls slapping against her pussy. He felt her walls tighten up and released around him. He pulls out and cums on her stomach. She watches as he jerked his cock and released onto her. He grabs a towel to clean her up.

“How was it? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He tosses the towel in her hamper and pulls her in for a hug.

“No it was perfect. Thank you” she places a soft kiss on his cheek and snuggled her head in his chest. A few minutes go by, Jack tucks her into bed, he pulls his pants and snuck his way back to the room. That’s all Y/N could remember of the night as she doses off.

The next morning

Y/N made her way downstairs as it was officially her day. She was wearing a black romper that fitted her curves perfectly. Her hair was down in soft curls. The kitchen was smelling of Cinnabons and multiple plates of breakfast food. Druski, Urban and Jack were cooking it up for her.

Jack…

Her mind rushes back to last night and she smiles to herself. He looks so good in his apron. Is this what happens when you lose your virginity? All you can think about is sex? She wanted him right now. He could take her upstairs and fuck her however he like-

“Happy Birthday!!!!” They all cheered, instantly snapping her out of her thought. Jack peeps and shoots her a wink. Destiny makes her into the kitchen looking nervous and happy? How is that even possible?

“Happy birthday Y/N! I have some news to announce if that’s alright.” Destiny looks to the birthday girl for approval. Y/N nods letting her knows it’s okay as she was curious to what the fuck could be going on. She pulls out a stick from behind her back.

“I’m pregnant!” She beams and Jack’s face turned pale.

WHAT?!

[muilkyu]

Treasure Maknae Line as Youtubers

heyo!! trs as youtubers but maknae line plsss~~

no warnings, pure fluff

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🐰 Doyoung

"Are you filming me?"

A mischievous giggle comes from across the room before you get a reply, "Maybe."

You turn around just as he tries to shuffle to hide the camera, "You're not very good at being sneaky."

"You look so pretty right now I just wanted to show all your subscribers."

"Not when I only have on half of my makeup and my hair is up right now," you debate pointing at all the unfinished parts of your face.

"It's fine me and all of YouTube agree that make-up or not you are the most gorgeous person in the world."

"I'm pretty sure that's just you."

"Me who is your favorite person in the whole world."

You turn back towards your vanity to not let him see the cheesy smile you have on your face. "You're my favorite person in the whole world too."

The fans LOVED this video

Doyoung’s channel is more of a lifestyle type page

Your vlogs are the most popular videos on the channel

🐏 Haruto

"What did you title the new video?"

"I still haven't decided yet. It's between 'Study and Cafe Dates' and 'Study with Us', I feel like our fans will like the second one better," you remark.

He hums in agreement, "They love anything that has to do with you."

"That is not true, people watch for you." If you had seen the comment section you would agree too.

"Our fans love you too,” he says softly, you know now he is being more serious.

“It’s okay that they like you more. Have you looked in a mirror before?” You say so jokingly so you can avoid the ‘we are equals talk’.

He gets up to squish your face in his hands, “You are the most beautiful person on the planet.” Then he plants a very soft light kiss on the center of your forehead that has your entire face heating up. As much as it’s cheesy you really are a fool for that boy.

The fans love you both equally

However, the amount of overwhelming fangirls that Ruto has is a bit alarming

Oh, and you title the video ‘Study With Us’(it sounder cuter)

🐺 Jeongwoo

“Hi, guys welcome back to the channel, today we are going to be playing some Mortal Kombat,” you exclaim in your very professional youtuber-like voice. “Here with me today I have my lovely boyfriend!”

As on cue your boyfriend plops down into frame giving a small wave towards the camera, “Hi, guys ready for me to kick some butt.”

You gasp, hitting him in the arm, “That is not true, you don’t even know how to play!”

“Doesn’t mean I still can’t beat you,” he refutes, rubbing the spot on his arm. Turning back towards the camera he (poorly) covers his mouth to mouth towards the camera, “I am totally going to win.”

“Anyways guys, we are going to be playing on our switch today. Best 3 out of 3. No rules expect no button smashing,” you say in a more serious voice, “Now, may the best player win!”

You totally end up winning and Jeongwoo accuses you of cheating

o you decide to let your fans decide on the true winner in a youtube poll

(you still win)

🐮 Junghwan

“Are you sure we can record in here?”

Junghwan nods, “Yeah, I used to all the time last year.”

Now the nerves are starting to kick in, “I’m starting to regret this.”

He rubs a comforting hand down your back with a small pat, “Just as I said when you met my parents they are going to love you.”

“Or we will be trending on Twitter with #break-up-with-him.” The thought alone sends a slow shiver down your back. This prompts a laugh from him.

“I highly doubt we would trend on twitter,” he’s still laughing which eventually also makes me laugh along. “They will love you as much as I love you.”

“Okay, we’ll film the video, but if this goes badly you have to take down the video.”

He nods, “I promise, but I doubt they will hate the person I like.” You smile softly at him and then take a deep breath. You can do this.

You do end up trending with the tag #most-adorable-couple-ever

The video gets a lot of positive feedback

It stays asJunghwan’s channel but the occasional pop up from you

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