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MINHO in Hongkong ð
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I love this man so much heâs so goofy and adorable
#osomatsu san#mr. osomatsu#karamatsu#karamatsu matsuno#look at him hyping himself up#yes king you are handsome#bastard stole my art#loved the third movie ð#I died when he did the salt meme and a moon walk ð
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Gil Favor in the intro to S2E4 Incident of the Shambling Man (1959-10-09)
#gil favor#Mr Favor ðð#rawhide#westerns#cowboys#handsome beautiful trailboss#cowboy#eric fleming#save a horse ride a cowboy
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ððžð¶ð¹ðµð®ðœð®ð ð
ð»ðªð¯ð®ðŒð¬ð¿ð·ðœðð¬ðµðŸð«ð°ð¯
ðð¢ð§ð€ðŠðð¬ ðððð ðð«ðððð¥ðð¬
ðžððððððððð
âððŠððð¥ðª + âððð ððð€ð¥
+18 ðð²ð·ðžð» ððð - ððž ð¢ð¹ð®ð¬ð²ð¯ð²ð¬ ðð»ðð®ð»
âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥ | ð¢ð¶ðŸðœ
âððð ððð€ð¥ | ððµðŸð¯ð¯
âïž ðð®ð®ðµð²ð·â ððŸð¬ðŽð | ð·ððððð¢!ðððð ð¡ ðð ðððððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
When you're getting hit on by a random guy at your local college bar âboyfriendâ Rafe comes in to save the day.
âïž ðð¹ð»ÃšðŒ ð¢ðŽð² | ðððð ð¡ ð¶ðµâððððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
Your sisterâs boyfriend is so hot⊠A family trip to Breckenridge leaves plenty of tension between you and Rafe
âïž ð£ð±ð²ð· ðð¬ð® | ðœð·ð»ðððð ð¡ ðð°ð¶! ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
NHL!Rafe gets caught smiling at the Ice Girl after scoring a goal on his way back to the bench; his winning night just turned into a lossânow he needs to make it right
âïž ð£ðð²ð·ðŽðµð ð£ð±ð²ð·ð°ðŒ | ðœð·ð»ðððð ð¡ ð¶ðµ!ðððððð âððð ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
Rafe is always very private about his job and business dealings. After being gone on a trip, he wants nothing more than to spend the night with you. The two of you go on a date, looking at Christmas lights and discussing the future.
âïž ð¢ð¹ð²ð· ð£ð±ð® ððžðœðœðµð® | ðµððð!ðððð ð¡ ðððððððð¢!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€t
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
The premise is you and Rafe had been flirting for a while, but between obligations, Greek life, and finals, you haven't been able to get together until tonight â¥ïž
âïž ðð»ðªðœ ðð±ð»ð²ðŒðœð¶ðªðŒ | ð³ðžð»ðµ!ðððð & ð³ðððð±ððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð | ðððð
Hooking up with your best friendâs dad only to flirt with Topper at the holiday party, what could go wrong? Rafe will let you know (<- part of the âmr cameronâ au but it will be written to be read alone)
âïž ðð ðð²ð»ðµ | ðððð ð¡ ð¿ðððð!ðððððð âððð ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð | ðððð
Ward and Rose arenât your fans, but Rafe puts them in their place.
âïž ð ððžð·ð®ðŒð®ð·ðŒð® ðð±ð»ð²ðŒðœð¶ðªðŒ | ð±ððð¢ððððð!ðððð ð¡ ð¿ðððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
I got the idea for this story after watching Sabrina Carpenterâs Christmas Special! â¥ïž The premise is a popstar!reader who wants the attention of her handsome bodyguard, who seemingly has one interest: keeping her safe.
âïž ððžðžð ðð²ð»ðµ | ð·ððððð¢!ðððð ð¡ ð¶ðµ!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
After a few drinks at a hockey party, Rafe gets teased about what a good girl you are, but Rafe knows the truth ð
âïž ð€ð·ðð²ð·ð | ððððððð³ðžð»ðµ!ðððð ð¡ ð²ðððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð | ðððð
Rafe catches you stressed and cramming for a test at the end of a long night babysitting his kids, and he wants to help you unwind
âïž ðŠð±ðªðœ ðœð±ð® ð**ðŽ ð²ðŒ ðð²ð·ðŽð¶ðªðŒ, ðð·ðððªð? | ðððð ð¡ ððððððð¶ðµ!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð¡ | ðððð
Rafe catches a buzzing in your nightstand and he can't help but take a peek
âïž ððµððªððŒ ðð²ð·ð® | ð³ððððœð·ð»!ðððð ð¡ ð°ððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
Journalist!Reader, Rafeâs ex, interviews him and the other captain ahead of Friday night's big game. Rafe can't help but see the spark between them, and he wants to let her know who she belongs to
âïž ððªðŸð°ð±ðœ | ðððð¶ðð!ðððð ð¡ ðŒðð¢ðððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð | ðððð
Youâre missing your boyfriend, Rafe, so you open one of your favorite videos of the two of you while you play with yourself, but you canât quite hear itâŠ
âïž ðð®ð®ð¹ ðð ððªðœ ðð· | ð²ðð ððð¢!ðððð ð¡ ð±ðððððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
After a messy breakup with a bartender at a rival bar, Cowboy!Rafe needs to find a new place to grab a beer. Turns out you were the sunshine he needed all along. This is also loosely based on my favorite TikTok edit LINK â¥ïž
âïž ðð·ð°ðªð°ð®ð¶ð®ð·ðœ | ðœð·ð»ðµððððé!ðððð ð¡ ðµððððé!ðððððð âððð ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð | ðððð
Celebrating your engagement with fiancé Rafe
âïž ðð®ð±ð²ð·ð ððªð»ðŒ | ðŒðððððð!ðððð ð¡ ðŸðððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð | ðððð
You know itâs wrong, youâd break Shoupeâs heart, but who can deny Rafe Cameron?
âïž ð£ðžðŸð°ð± ðð®ðŒðŒðžð·ðŒ | ð¿ðððððððð!ðððð ð¡ ð²ðððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
Professor!Rafe has been distant and now after cancelled plans you want to know what the hell is going on.
âïž ððžðµð²ððªðœð® | ðµððð!ðððð ð¡ ð¿ðððððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
Rafe Cameron is nothing but trouble in class. When you see heâs up for a date night auction for his frat house; you canât help but make a large anonymous donation, stealing him away for the night so you can have him all to yourself. Maybe heâll finally learn his lesson.
âïž ð¡ð²ð¿ðªðµðŒ | ð²ððððððð·ððððð¢!ðððð ð¡ ð°ðððððððððððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð | ðððð
Lovers to enemies to lovers⊠A rough week between you and Rafe gets rougher after he catches you talking to someone else.
âïž ð¢ðð®ð®ðœ ðð²ðŽð® ð¢ðŸð°ðªð» | ðµððð!ðððð ð¡ ð±ððððµððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ð | ðððð
Baking cookies with Rafe. You and Rafe have been best friends for a while, and your relationship has become more romantic, blurring the lines between
âïž ððªðŒðŸðªðµ | ðððð ð¡ ð¿ðððð!ðððððð âððð ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
Today you learned you were âcasual,â those words never left Rafeâs lips before until your back was turned; you also learned Ruthie can't fight worth a shit. Now, you and Rafe need to have a little talk.
âïž ðð²ð¯ðœ ððð¬ð±ðªð·ð°ð® | ðŸðµ!ðððð ð¡ ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
Youâve always had a crush on your neighbor rafe but were too shy to make a move. When his package is dropped off at your door by mistake, you decide to make your move and learn a little more about the hot man next door.
âïž ðð®ð®ðµð²ð·ð°ðŒ | ð²ðððððð!ðððð ð¡ ððððððâðð¶ðµ!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
*part of the âSorry, Topâ AU â writen to be read alone.
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
You are dating Topper but hook up with Rafe secretly. You and Rafe had agreed that you mean nothing to each other, using one another to get off only, but the more time he spends with you, the more his feelings have grown. You have no idea because heâs so adamant about the fact that heâs using you. So, how would you know? Topper let Rafe know that the two of you had finally had sex, and between that and seeing you together at the Island Club Christmas party, heâs about ready to crash out
âïž ððžð¬ðžð·ðŸðœ ðð»ð®ðªð¶ ðð²ð® | ðŸððððð¿ððð!ðððð ð¡ ð±ððððððððð!ðððððð âððŠððð¥ðª ððð€ð¥
*part of the âMilkshakeâ AU â writen to be read alone.
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð¡ | ðððð
You hooked up with your best friend Rafe a few months back. He admitted to being obsessed with you and was even willing to pay for you to be intimate because he was so desperate. Since then, you have been hooking up, and he promised he would leave Sofia, but he hasn't yet, and you're getting impatient. When you show up for Christmas dinner at the Camerons with your ex Kelce, you can't help but smile while Rafe squirms.
âïž ððµðð«ðžð | ðððð¶ðð!ðððð ð¡ ð±ðððððððð!ðððððð âððð ððð€ð¥
ðð âð ðð¡ððð¥ðð ðð/ðð | ðððð
TopGun!Rafe x Ballerina!Reader have been dating for years. Rafe is stationed across the country on the West Coast, and the reader has landed her dream role in the New York City Ballet, playing The Rose Queen in The Nutcracker on the East Coast. A running joke between the two is Rafe asking the reader if sheâs ready to get married yet⊠that joke is starting not to feel like such a joke anymore. The reader isn't ready to give up her dream.
ððžð·ðŸðŒ: ð¡ðªð¯ð® ððªð¶ð®ð»ðžð· ððð²ð·ðŽ ðð²ð«ð»ðªð»ð
made with @rafesthroatbaby ð©·
#rafe cameron#rafe#outer banks#obx#rafeyscurtainbangs kinkmas 2024 âïž#rafe x reader#rafe smut#rafe masterlist#rafe cameron masterlist#rafe fluff#hockey!rafe#nhl!rafe#perv!rafe#dilf!rafe#dad!rafe#frat bro rafe#bully!rafe#college rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe x fem!reader#rafe x reader smut#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron obx#obx rafe cameron#rafe cameron imagines#obx smut#obx fanfiction#obx x reader#rafe cameron x reader
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Life's A Beach - K.MG
ðWho: Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) x female reader ðWhat: Smut, some fluff I guess? Strangers to lovers. Lifeguard Mingyu!!! ðWordcount: 7.3k ðWarnings: Profanity. Quick joke about burying a body on the beach. Slight drowning, itâs not graphic and itâs very quick all in all. Passing mention of panic. Probably excessive use of âbabyâ. Semi-public sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, big dick Mingyu, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms(f), messy Mingyu, choking, a single solitary spank, mentions of bruising.Â
Summary: You donât like the beach, but you do like the handsome lifeguard who works there. As it turns out, he likes you too and is more than willing to risk his job to have you.
Minors do NOT interact, which means reblogging and/or commenting on this story. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.
-2024 Masterlist-
A/N- Happy birthday to my beanie @ourdawnishotterthanourday , I know I said this was to prepare for a Christmas gift but I lied hehe oops. Hope you like it, my love ð
Thank you @okiedokrie for the very last minute beta! ð
A few weeks ago, your best friend managed to succeed in convincing you to go to the beach after some very effective emotional manipulation in the form of puppy eyes and pouting at you. She had promised youâd enjoy yourself and admittedly, you did, but not because of the beach itself. Still, she used your enjoyment to convince you to return a few days later, and then another few more and soon enough the two of you seem to spend more time at the beach than your homes in your free time.
Now, the reason for your interest in attending the sand and seas despite liking neither of those things is pretty simple. The eye candy. One particular hunk of a man with a sweet smile, in particular.
You have no idea what his name is, youâve never spoken to him nor been in close proximity but that doesnât deter you from setting up in that same spot under the parasol for a few hours every few days at roughly the same time just to watch Mr Hunky Lifeguard do his rounds strolling topless up and down the sand and helping where he can.Â
Itâs sweet, the way heâll help anyone who asks, even with matters youâre very certain are not a part of his job description. Judging impromptu sandcastle contests between kids. Blowing up beach balls. Helping older folk set up their beach chairs and parasols.Â
You canât help but wonder if heâd help you apply sunscreen. His warm hands slipping over your thighs, working up and up and-
âHey!â The voice of your best friend breaks you from your fantasies as she skips over happily, hands cupped and before sheâs even close enough, you already know whatâs in her hands. âCheck this out!â She drops onto her knees at your side to proudly show youâŠa little crab. So not another shell to add to the pile gathering on the sand to your right as you assumed.Â
âA crab,âÂ
âYes,âÂ
âI thought you were looking for shells to decorate your castle with?â You both look over at the half-finished and admittedly, rather grand, sandcastle a little to the side, safely out of the way from any passerby.Â
âEvery castle needs a King, donât you think heâll look crabulous on his throne?â You look back at your best friend to find her grinning at you, proud of her joke.Â
âGo find shells.â You deadpan, she just giggles and gets up to return to the rockpool where she had found the crab to return it to its home.
Thoroughly distracted from your fantasies of the hot lifeguard, you have honestly forgotten about it and also happened to have lost track of him. Last you saw him, he was up on the deck of the watch tower, peering over the beach through binoculars yet now, heâs nowhere to be seen.
With a disappointed sigh, you decide to just relax, leaning back against the bags youâve piled up to create an impromptu backrest and go back to reading your book.Â
Itâs not even ten minutes later when a figure blocks your light and casts a shadow over your pages. You immediately assume itâs your friend from the way the figure lingers and lift your head with every intention of accepting whatever funky patterned rock or shell sheâs found this time, yet itâs not her who you spot, but Mr Hunky Lifeguard himself.Â
âHi,â he greets, hands on his hips and smiling at you in that bright friendly way youâve noticed him smiling at everyone else.Â
You take the moment with him so close to quickly rake your hidden gaze over his exposed, sunkissed, toned torso and arms. Praise be to whoever invented dark sunglasses. âHello.â
âFamily day out?â He questions, motioning to the pile of plastic beach toys by the sandcastle on your right, causing you to look over and only then realise how it must look; that youâre here with your child, not your grown ass adult of a best friend.Â
âNot exactly,â You huff a laugh and lean aside a little to peer around him. âMy best friend.â You declare upon spotting said person and pointing to her. To your surprise, sheâs squatting with another lifeguard, this one wearing the same red shorts though heâs got a white sleeveless t-shirt on, and rummaging through the sand with your friend.Â
âOh,â The man in front of you lets out a surprised little laugh when he looks over too. âIâve never seen Vernon interact like that with a stranger. Unless they know each other?âÂ
âNot that Iâm aware of,â You shrug and look back up at the tall man in time to see his body angle back around to give you his full attention. You briefly wonder who exactly is looking over this section of the beach when both lifeguards are currently distracted on the sand.Â
âHuh, okay. Iâm Mingyu,â He takes a step closer to lean over and offers his hand to you. Your gaze catches on the chain around his neck and the way it swings as he leans over. You want to reach out and grab it, yank him down and defile the beach together.Â
But that would get you arrested and you really donât want that. So you lean up onto your knees to accept his hand to shake and tell him your name in return.Â
âMm, pretty,â He hums, looking at you over the top of his dark sunglasses with a lopsided little smile. It feels flirty as fuck, but you donât want to make assumptions that this beautiful man is interested in you.Â
âOh, thank you.â You smile a little and take your hand back yet remain on your knees, feet tucked comfortably under you as he straightens up. You canât help but think about the fact that if he was a few feet closer, youâd be face height with his dick and within reaching distance.Â
âYou must really like the beach.âÂ
âHuh?â You blink away the fantasy of slobbering all over Mingyuâs cock and seeing how pretty he looks when he cums down your throat, or maybe on your face, thatâd be nice too.Â
âI said you must really like the beach, Iâve seen you here almost every day for almost a month now.âÂ
âYou noticed me?â You mutter in shock.Â
âUhm-â Mingyu rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, his confident stance melting away as his shoulders curve in and make him appear smaller. Embarrassed. Cute. âI-Itâs my job. To notice things. People. You know. To ma-make sure people are safe.âÂ
âI see.â You hum and tilt your head a little without even noticing, amused and endeared by him.Â
As if he isnât already attractive enough just by existing, talking to him and realising heâs got this cute shy side definitely draws you in further.
âY-yep!â He laughs awkwardly and straightens to his full height again while putting his hands on his hips again. âWell, I should get back to it. Nice to meet you!â And then he rushes off before you can even respond, leaving you watching him scuttle off and almost trip over a stray sandal in the sand making you snicker.Â
Mingyu flails to right himself and then immediately looks over at you to see if you noticed. Realising that you had definitely seen him almost faceplant the sand, he gives an awkward embarrassed little wave before turning and rushing off, quickly putting his face in his palms as he goes.
And just like that, the beach gets that much more interesting.
Itâs a handful of days before you return to the beach, you had been busy with work, unfortunately, so you simply hadnât had the time or energy to take the trip.
âIâm gonna dig a giant fucking hole today.â Your best friend declares as you both put down your items in your usual spot and start to set up.Â
âTo bury me? Work killed me, babe.â You retort dramatically.
âPlease donât bury bodies on the beach.â The voice makes you jump over and to your surprise, a dripping wet Mingyu is standing a little behind you. âHi,âÂ
âHi,â You reply dumbly, doing your utmost to not oogle his shimmering chest, or the flex of his bicep as he lifts a hand to run his fingers through his wet hair to stop the salty water dripping over his face. Youâre once again very glad for tinted sunglasses.Â
âYouâre wet,â Your best friend comments, making you both look at her where sheâs standing and looking between you both over the top of her sunglasses, where youâre very certain sheâs lowered them down her nose just to give you both this very pointed look.Â
âI was teaching a kid to swim, of course Iâm wet.â Mingyu chuckles, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of the sea behind him.
âWasnât talking to you.â Your best friend gives you a final look before pushing her sunglasses back up into place. âIâll leave you to set up, I have places to be.â With that, she turns and walks off in the direction of the snack carts and shacks further down the beach leaving you and Mingyu alone.Â
You appreciate that, the alone time with the attractive man, but what you donât appreciate is having to set up on your own. âShe couldâve at least opened the parasol first.â You mutter to yourself, looking at the giant umbrella in disdain.Â
âI can help!â Mingyu offers, bounding forward before you can even answer, to pick up the umbrella from the sand, biceps flexing as he moves. âWhere do you want it?âÂ
âRight here,â You reply without thought. He hums in understanding, even if he doesnât truly understand because you were definitely thinking about where you want him to rail you when you answered, not where you want the parasol set up.Â
Still, Mingyu sets the parasol up and it is in the right place so you find no reason to correct yourself and instead thank him and get to work setting up the mat.Â
To your pleased surprise, Mingyu sticks around to help you finish setting up everything, making friendly conversation as he goes and smiling brighter every time he makes you laugh.Â
You wish he would keep you company for longer but his walkie-talkie crackles to life and announces that heâs needed so he leaves you with a smile and waves at you when he looks over his shoulder after jogging a little away.Â
It makes you feel all warm inside, how he seems to be genuinely interested in being near you, you just hope it doesnât take another three weeks before he decides to make a move if he plans to. Youâre not confident enough yourself to make that move, youâd be utterly mortified if youâve read this all wrong and heâs just being a genuinely nice guy who goes above and beyond for his job.Â
So you just settle down with a new book and hold that hope next to that sun shining in your chest.
âThis is perhaps the dumbest idea weâve had and gone through with.â Your best friend comments as the two of you stand ankle-deep in the sea with the rented surfboards ready for your lesson with one of the two men who run the surf supply shack.
âYou signed us up,â You point out, both of you watching the man in question as he removes his t-shirt on the shore to toss at his co-worker who rolls his eyes.Â
You know the co-worker personally but more because he somehow knows your best friend. His name is Joshua and he, according to your bestie, had purposely set up this lesson with his co-worker, Seungcheol, because Joshua owes her for something or other. Honestly, you long ago stopped trying to keep track of the shenanigans of your bestie. Wisely too.
âSorry about that, Shua had to tell me something.â Seungcheol apologises as he walks over to join you two, sans surfboard of his own, confusing you but you donât point it out.
âSounds ominous.â You declare.
âNo,â He chuckles and motions to your best friend who points at herself with wide eyes, sunglasses propped on Joshuaâs head so they donât get lost to sea, while yours are with your belongings. âShua said you have really bad balance so I should probably hold onto you.âÂ
âTerrible balance.â Your best friend agrees seriously without missing a beat, even if you know sheâs lying at least a little.Â
It takes everything in you to not burst into laughter. Clearly, Joshua is very aware that your bestie has been thirsting over his co-worker since she first saw him. Admittedly, you have been too but most of your attention has been on The Hunky Lifeguard now officially known as Mingyu.
âOkay, so is it okay if I hold onto you to help?â Seungcheol checks, expression giving away that he truly has no idea that this is some kind of a set-up and is genuinely just concerned for his studentâs safety.
âFull consent to touch me however you want.â Your best friend agrees, making Seungcheol smile, entirely missing the depravity hiding in her words.Â
You have to look away to take a few breaths to calm yourself before you break, and happen to notice Mingyu up on the watchtower deck, looking through his binoculars. You canât be certain but it looks like heâs got them pointed in your direction. You donât want to be delusional so convince yourself that even if he is, heâs not focused on you specifically.Â
Spoiler, he definitely is.
âAlright,â Seungcheol claps his hands together, making you jump a little and turn back to him and catch his adorable gummy smile. âLetâs get this lesson started, shall we ladies?â
Honestly, the lesson with Seungcheol goes a lot better than expected, he takes it very seriously and pays careful attention to you both. You hadnât expected to get anywhere close to standing on the board in the water but with his careful guidance even with his hands hovering around your friend to aid her oh so terrible balance if need be, you get your feet under you.Â
After a few more tries, you manage to get almost entirely upright while Seungcheol and your friend cheer you on supportively.Â
And then you make a giant fucking mistake.Â
Before youâre even upright, you lift your head just enough to peer around naturally and notice Mingyu in all his topless, red short glory jogging along the beach looking like everything out of a Baywatch themed porno with his pecs bouncing with fucking every step. And as if thatâs not bad enough, the man clearly is packing something very special in his shorts because you notice that bouncing too.Â
Next thing you know, youâre toppling into the water so suddenly that you inhale in shock a second before you hit the seaâs surface, allowing salty water to pour into your open mouth and trickle into your lungs.Â
Itâs barely a second that youâre under the water before a strong arm is around your waist and heaving you up into the air while you sputter, panic starting to seize your body.Â
âMove!â You hear as youâre laid down on the sand by the strong arms, though the voice is coming from elsewhere.
âI can handle this, Gyu,â This voice is right over you, the owner of the arms and you vaguely register it as Seungcheol, but youâre too busy coughing up seawater to open your eyes or give him or the other any attention.
âIâve got it, Cheol.â Mingyu assures.Â
Thereâs a heavy sigh and then those strong hands leave your body and you feel Seungcheol back away while other hands touch you gently, helping to remain on your side.Â
âThatâs it, youâre okay, Iâve got you.â Mingyuâs voice is soft and soothing where heâs hovering over you in concern, one hand rubbing over your arm and the other pushing your hair back.Â
Luckily, the whole ordeal only lasts a handful of minutes and then youâre okay, breath stuttered and throat a little sore but fine otherwise.Â
When you roll onto your back and open your eyes, you find Mingyu right there, leaning over you and backlit by the sun heâs purposely blocking from shining right in your eyes. Like your own personal guardian angel. Or something more poetic.Â
You can be given a break from being unable to wax poetry about this beautiful specimen of humanity before you, considering what youâre going through. And no, not the just inhaling seawater thing.Â
But the whole, heâs leaning over you topless with that damn silver chain dangling inches from your face, thing. Just a little closer and you could bite it.Â
You wonder if heâd find that weird. Probably. You still want to do it though.
âHey,â He gives you a tender kind of smile when you lift your eyes from his chain to meet his relieved, soft gaze. âYou okay?â You just nod, pretty sure youâd say something highly inappropriate if you open your mouth.
âI dunno, I think she might need you to watch over her, Mr Lifeguard.â Your best friend speaks up. You peer at her from the corner of your eyes and find her standing beside Seungcheol with a little smirk on her face as she looks between you and Mingyu. âMaybe you should take her up to the watchtower and keep a close eye on her, just in case.âÂ
âShe doesnât need that,â Seungcheol points out simply, definitely unaware that your friend is trying to set up a situation for you and the man youâve been thirsting over for weeks.
âNo, no, sheâs right.â Mingyu argues quickly as he shakes his head and turns to you to help you sit up and then get to your feet to stand with him. âI should definitely keep a close eye on her, she almost drowned, Cheol-âÂ
âSheâs fine,â Seungcheolâs mutter is neither heard nor considered as Mingyu continues to talk over him as if the man said nothing.Â
âSo Iâll take her to the watch tower for a while until sheâs feeling all better, sounds okay?â He looks at you. You just nod.
âMake her feel all better, Mr Lifeguard.â Your bestie encourages with a nod and thumbs up.Â
Mingyu returns it and youâre not certain he actually gets what your friend is insinuating but you donât really care. Whether he understands or not, youâre getting alone time with Mingyu and thatâs all that matters. Bless your bestie for always trying to get you laid.
As you walk up the stairs to the watchtower, Mingyu walks a few steps behind you, a hand on your lower back gently, the same place it has been since the two of you started to walk across the sand. Itâs still there when he opens the door and you two enter the building.Â
âHey,â Vernon, the lifeguard your bestie apparently befriended the other day, greets looking over from where heâs sitting at the control desk facing the large windows that oversee the beach. âOh,â He mutters, eyes widening a little as he looks between you and Mingyu, clearly taking in the sight of the tall manâs hand on your back. âYou know, I think Iâm going to go get some air for a bit.âÂ
âOkay,â Mingyu agrees, giving Vernon a grateful look as the shorter man vacates the building without even grabbing his walkie-talkie from the desk.Â
At Mingyuâs gentle nudge, you move further into the building allowing him to shut the door.
âIâll grab you a towel.â He declares, moving over to the cupboards while you decide to check out the view from the window.Â
From here you can see the entire section of the beach, especially when you pick up the binoculars Vernon left on the desk and peer through them. Itâs pretty interesting, being able to watch over everyone like that and see everything while they no doubt donât even consider the eyes on them from above.Â
âCan they see us?â You wonder, lowering the binoculars to look at Mingyu as he approaches with a towel in hand.Â
âI mean sure, if they try hard enough at other times of day but the sun is in the right position to just reflect on the glass at the moment. So right now, no, nobody can see us.â He informs, stopping perhaps a little closer than necessary. Paired with the information that nobody would even see if he fucked you right against the window, well heat flares in your stomach.
âHave you tested that?âÂ
âMm, a few times.âÂ
âHow?âÂ
Mingyu tilts his head a little at you and as you havenât accepted the towel, too focused on the conversation, he puts it down on the desk and gently takes the binoculars from your hands to also put down. âWhat do you mean, how? By looking up from outside.âÂ
âRight.â You hum and turn your head to look back out of the window.
âWhat were you expecting?â He chuckles lowly. You feel him move a little closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his bare chest. âHm?â You shrug. âTell me,âÂ
âJustâŠyou know.â You shrug again and although you can barely feel it through the wet material of the rash guard on your torso, the gentle press of his fingers on your back makes you shiver a little.Â
âYou should get out of this and dry off.â He suggests while running his hand up the length of your back and around your neck to the zipper in the middle of your throat.Â
âI might need some help getting it off.â You reply. âThings being wet makes things harder.âÂ
âOh, I know.â Youâre very certain that youâre both talking in double entendre now and look at him over your shoulder as you turn your back to him a little more to give him better access.
For a weighted moment, nothing happens, just heavy eye contact as if youâre both waiting for the other to take a step backwards and prove your suspicions of the rising tension between you to be false.Â
Yet you both stay in place.
You feel a slight tug against your neck, barely noticeable but it makes your body burn a little hotter as he slowly tugs down the zipper to your clavicle before stopping.
âFace me.â He mutters, adjusting his own stance to fully face you. You immediately comply and turn so youâre face to face, all without him removing his grip on the pull of your zipper.Â
Then heâs back to dragging the zip down, over your breasts where his knuckles brush a little making your breath catch before his hand moves on to finish the path to open the zip all the way to where it stops at your belly button.
Mingyu only then breaks eye contact to look down at the glimpse of skin he can see now with the zipper open. âThis is a one piece?â He checks, noticing how the material of the rashguard vanishes into your shorts. You hum in confirmation and then heâs lowering to his knees in front of you to tuck his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.Â
He glances up at you, checking that this is okay and when you nod, he gives you a little smile before turning his full attention back down to watch the shorts move down your thighs with the help of his hands.
âCan you-â He starts once youâve stepped out of the shorts and heâs tossed them aside, but when he looks up at you, youâre already working on pulling the front of your rash guard open, revealing your chest little by little, covered only by the little bikini you bought specifically to wear with the rashguard. âThat.â Mingyu swallows thickly, watching more skin get revealed until you start to struggle to get the wet material down your shoulders.Â
Without a word, Mingyu gets up onto his knees as tall as he can without getting up to reach out and grip the material to ease it over your shoulders and down your arms.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â He murmurs, hands bunching the wet material by your hips as he stops to take in all the exposed skin only a few feet from his face.
âSoâre you,â You reply shyly. He smiles up at you then leans forward to press a featherlight kiss to your stomach.Â
âThis okay?â He asked in between kisses on your skin, each growing more daring than the last.
âY-yeah,â You agree, feeling breathless already and nothing has happened yet. The tension is just so thick between you that it fills your lungs and takes up space usually reserved for oxygen.Â
For a moment, you worry that if youâre this breathless already with just a couple of kisses to your stomach, you will not survive actually being fucked by this beautiful man. But then his lips are suddenly on the crease of your thigh, right at the edge of the rash guard and moving inwards and you can no longer worry about the future state of your lungs.Â
Mingyu quickly tugs the rashguard off of you entirely and tosses it aside carelessly once youâve stepped out of it, leaving you in just the skimpy little bikini that leaves very little to the imagination. âFuck,â He breathes out, leaning back to take you in from head to toe then back again. âSo fucking beautiful, baby.âÂ
âMingyu,â Your voice is a soft little plea as you reach towards him, for what exactly, youâre not sure, you just want something and hope he gets the hint. He does and tilts forward to lean his cheek against your palm for a second, then plants a kiss there, tender despite the heavy moment.
âLean back, baby,â He encourages, leading you by your hips to turn and take a step back until the edge of the desk is digging into the meat of your ass.Â
You grip the desk edge on either side of you as he hitches one of your legs up onto his shoulder then leans as his free hand tugs aside the seat of your panties to allow him to get straight to work dragging his tongue up your pussy.Â
The noise Mingyu lets out overpowers your own, he sounds like heâs tasted the fucking nectar of the gods or something equally as divine. Hearing him so immediately into eating your pussy only makes you more aroused and attracted to him in general.Â
You have heard of men eating pussy like a man starved before but you had never experienced it until now. Mingyu truly gives it his all, holds you open and drags his tongue and lips over you with desperation and an intensity that has your legs shaking and a constant stream of moans spilling from your mouth almost in time with the grunts and needy moans vibrating through his lips against you.
âGyu,â You breathe out, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair and encouraging him to stay on your clit. He groans at the slight tug on his scalp and redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking at your clit hungrily.Â
Your eyes are closed, entirely absorbed in the toe-curling sensations this man is giving you in spades, but when his hand touches yours on his head, you open your eyes to peer at him curiously. Heâs looking at you, eyes so blown with arousal that youâre very certain you leak over his chin even more.Â
Mingyu doesnât stop suckling your clit between his lips in a steady pattern that has you so fucking close to a beautiful climax. It wonât be long until you fall over the edge into bliss.Â
He removes your hand from his head and directs it between your thighs to make you curl your fingers around the seat of your bikini bottoms to hold them aside and away from his face.Â
Then those same fingers that had just curled your own are prodding at your entrance. He hesitates though, staring up at you for permission until you rapidly nod and then heâs plunging two right into you, made easy from how fucking wet you are.
Just like that, an orgasm hits you so suddenly and powerfully that you donât manage to do anything, no warning, no sound from your mouth as it rushes through your body, making your eyes roll back and back arch.
Mingyu feels you clamp down around his fingers and groans deeply as his own eyes threaten to roll back despite not being close to orgasm himself. Just knowing youâre cumming because of him, because of his mouth, on his fingers, it drives him insane and makes his cock throb.
Diligently, Mingyu works you through the pleasure pulsing through you, slowing down when your hips start to twitch and then reluctantly detaching his mouth from your clit when you nudge his head with a slightly shaky hand.Â
Though he doesnât go far and instead pushes your thigh a little further open to give his head more space to get next to his hand between your thighs and noisily slurp up every single drop that spills from your pussy. He even goes as far as to lick up the line that dribbled down his hand to his wrist.
âGyu,â The call of his name makes him lift his head to look at you with wide eyes, looking so innocent despite his mouth and chin being soaked in your juices, all the way down to his throat. The sight and reminder of how hard he just made you cum has you unintentionally squeezing around the fingers still buried to the knuckles within you.Â
He groans, tilting forward and opening his mouth ready to make you see stars all over again but you quickly put your hand to his head, palm to his forehead to hold him back. âLemme eat your pussy, baby, prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen. Most delicious pussy ever. Could eat you forever. Let me. Please?â Heâs got a slight slur to his words as he speaks, voice pitched higher than normal as he begs in a tone verging on a whine.Â
âD-donât you want to fuck me?â You ask, words a slight pant still, too soon from the intense orgasm to have your breath back but you donât care. He can steal all the breath from your lungs so long as he makes you cum like that.Â
âFuck you?â He repeats dumbly. You nod and then itâs like a switch has been flipped. All of the innocent pussy-drunk expression and voice vanishes in an instant as his eyes turn heavy-lidded and his lips turn up into a smirk. âYeah? Want me to fuck you, sweetheart?â His fingers in you start to move, making you jolt a little in surprise and reach down to try and remove them. âNo no no, you gotta take my fingers first, baby. Need to show me you can take them before I give you my cock, okay? This is such a pretty pussy, I donât want to ruin it by giving you my cock before youâre ready.âÂ
You canât really say anything in response, both from his words and the way heâs skillfully moving those two fingers in you, slow but pressing in all the right ways to stretch you out and drag all ability to form anything but pathetic moans from your parted lips.Â
âThatâs it, good, just take it. You can take it for me, right, baby?â You nod quickly at his words. âCan you take another finger?â Another nod so he pulls his fingers out most of the way to work a third in beside them. âThatâs my girl, fuck.â He breathes out, watching the way your pussy opens around his fingers as he carefully feeds the digits into you.Â
It doesnât take much longer for Mingyu to pull his fingers out of you and get up to his feet. You barely have time to react before he has your hips in his hands and spins you to face the window. The sun is right in your face like this, lessened in power by the window yet still an annoyance so you lean over all the way down onto your elbows and rest your forehead on your forearms.
âOh,â Mingyu breathes out, watching you bend over the desk and stops his task of shoving down his swimming shorts to free his leaking cock. âFucking perfect.â He approves and gives you a quick spank to watch your asscheek wobble with the impact.Â
He hadnât expected the moan that tumbles from your lips and pauses for a moment as he considers spanking you until your ass is raw and there are imprints of his hands left on your skin like a claim.Â
But then his cock twitches desperately and he gets back to work shoving his shorts down enough and taking his thick, heavy cock into his hand to run his hand up and down the length, spreading precum over his heated skin while his free hand tugs your bikini bottoms aside.
A breathless curse spills from his lips when he aligns his cock with your dripping hole, he wants to bury himself to the hilt in your warmth right away but heâs very aware that frankly put, he has a giant cock, so he needs to take it slow to not hurt you.
As soon as the head pops into you, youâre moaning and trying to push back for more. Mingyu has to take a firm hold of your ass cheek and push you forward against the edge of the desk to stop you moving too fast. If you keep it up, he will fuck into you without hesitation and heâs already trembling with the effort of holding back.
Little does he know, you want him to fucking ruin you. You want him to fuck you so hard and deep that you canât take a step for the next few days without thinking of his cock splitting you open.
But you donât have the brain power to make your tongue move to form that specific string of syllables so youâre forced to just remain pinned to the desk as he feeds you inch by thick inch of his cock at an almost agonisingly slow pace.
But the time his hips are pressed up against your ass, heâs shaking with his eyes squeezed tightly closed and both hands gripping your hips so tightly you just know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers afterwards. Bruises youâll wear proudly.Â
âFuck, baby, this fucking pussy,â He groans as you pulsate around his throbbing length.Â
He needs a moment, needs more than one really, with how fucking close he is already to filling you with his cum but you press back against him as best as you can considering his grip. Itâs barely any movement but he gets the hint, you really donât want him to wait anymore and fuck, neither does he.
Mingyu slowly pulls his hips back, sliding half of his length out of you before sliding back in in the same slow, careful manner. Heâs testing the waters, the give of your pussy and his own resolve, really. And all three give so fucking easily that the next time he pulls out, it's all the way until only his tip is tucked up safely inside of you before he thrusts forward harshly making you cry out and scramble to brace a palm against the window above your head blindly.Â
âThatâs it, hold on, baby,â He encourages with a heavy exhale as he adjusts his footing and hold on you before he starts to fuck you like a man possessed.Â
Itâs hard and fast and so fucking deep that heâs hitting places within you that you didnât even fucking know exist before his cock found them. Or maybe theyâre special places his cock is carving out and no one will ever be able to access them again. No one will make your mind blank and eyes roll back so far that all you see is the mental image of Mingyuâs giant cock wrecking your pussy in the best of ways.
Youâre being loud, both of you, moaning and whining with every drag of his cock through your rapidly tightening walls. But neither of you cares, neither of you has the presence of mind to consider anything but the way it feels to fuck and be fucked like this.Â
At this point, youâre so close to another incredible orgasm that you wouldnât even care if the door opened, you probably wouldnât even notice and honestly, neither would Mingyu.Â
And when Mingyu tilts forward enough to wind a strong arm under your waist to press his palm against the flat of your chest to pull you up until your back is against his bare, sweat-dappled chest, you almost scream in pleasure at the new somehow deeper spot heâs grinding into.
Thereâs a little part of Mingyu thatâs still aware that youâre in public and his place of work even if heâs not consciously aware of it, and that part of him is the reason his hand flies up from your chest to your throat and squeezes in the exact fucking way to cut off your airflow.
Itâs the last nudge you need to hurtle into the single most mind-shattering, nirvana-inducing orgasm of your fucking life. At least so far because once youâre more coherent, youâll definitely think about how much you want him to fuck you again in all sorts of ways.
A choked, cut off moan spills from Mingyuâs mouth as you clamp down around his cock so tightly as your pussy absolutely gushes around him that it sends him over too. His hand on your hip quickly moves, sliding around over your lower stomach to wrap his arm around your waist and hold you tight as he ruts into you and fills you with his cum.Â
It feels fucking endless, the length of your orgasm and how much it takes out of you even though it truly doesnât last that long. Itâs just an all-encompassing feeling that feels like utter bliss, a neverending pulse of pleasure, pure fucking serenity.
âYou okay?â Mingyu manages to breathe out once his cock has stopped twitching as your throbbing walls milk him for every drop of cum in his body. His chest is heaving against your back, matching the deep rise and fall of your own chest, even if he had released the pressure on your throat as soon as his cock had started to empty in you.Â
You canât respond yet, youâre not quite back on planet Earth making Mingyu chuckle a little, fond of you already, and cocky at his own abilities to fuck you so dumb like this.Â
Carefully, he draws his hips back to slide out of you with a wince and hears the splatter of cum hitting the wooden boards. But thatâs a problem for after heâs looked after you.
Mingyu is so fucking gentle as he grabs the towel from the desk and uses it to clean between your thighs as best as he can without removing his arm from around you to keep you propped up.Â
Then he manoeuvres you onto the wooden chair on your right before getting to his knees to spread your legs wide once heâs between them with his knees pressed to the floorboards. For a few seconds, he just stares dumbly at the sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy and he almost leans in to clean you up with his mouth but youâre already so out of it that he figures he better not. Heâll save that for next time.Â
Fuck, he really fucking hopes thereâs a next time.
You come back to reality when Mingyu is doing his best to slide your shorts back up your legs.Â
âHey, beautiful,â He greets you when he notices you moving slightly and looks up to see you blinking down at him. âHow you feeling?âÂ
âLike I had the life fucked out of me.â You reply, giving him a sated, borderline dopey smile that makes him laugh. You reach out to him and he happily leans up to let you run your hands over his shoulders and to his neck so that you can tug him in and kiss him.Â
He sighs in contentment as your lips move together slowly like you have all the time in the world. Like thereâs nothing that either of you would rather be doing than this right here.Â
âShouldâve kissed you earlier,â He murmurs when you both naturally pull apart for air and he rests his forehead against yours. âSorry, got carried away.âÂ
âThereâs no need to apologise, seriously, that wasâŠâ You trail off and just giggle instead, fingers playing with his hair near his nape.Â
âIt was.â He agrees with a chuckle and leans back to look at you. âCould we maybe do that again?âÂ
âNow?â You baulk.
âNo, not now.â He giggles. âI really canât do that again now, I think Iâll pass out if I try to do anything like that now.â He assures, squeezing your thighs a little where his hands lay. âBut another day in the future, when weâve both recovered.âÂ
âThat sounds much more reasonable to me.âÂ
âReasonable, huh?â He teases and nips at your cheek playfully making you giggle. âAnd what about a date? Does that sound reasonable to you?âÂ
âNo.â Mingyuâs face drops so fast as he looks at you. He looks pretty heartbroken, honestly. âI didnât mean no as in no to the date!â You rush to assure, cupping his cheeks and brushing your thumbs soothingly over his skin.Â
He pouts and pushes into your hold. âThen what do you mean?âÂ
âJust that it doesnât sound reasonable but very nice and something I would definitely love to do.âÂ
âOh.â He turns into your palm to try and hide the cute happy little smile that lifts his mouth and exposes his teeth, but you feel it. He presses a kiss to your palm before facing you again, no longer hiding his smile. âGood, good, Iâm glad youâd love to. Iâd love to as well. Maybe after my shift ends we can get lunch? Well, weâd have to take Vernon too and I guess your friend but they can entertain each other at another table.âÂ
You giggle and nod in agreement. âSounds perfect to me.âÂ
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Mr Steal Your Girl » Lando Norris ft. Charles LeClerc
summary: the little sister of the leclercâs catches plenty of attention, but what happens when she particularly catches the attention of a man in papaya
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ynleclerc: another week of travelling round the world pretending to be the most popular member of the leclerc family â€ïž
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username1: youâll always be the best leclerc sibling imo ð¥°
username2: oh to be able to travel around with those three handsome faces
carlossainz55: lovely to see you y/n, same time next week?
ynleclerc: @/carlossainz55 you know charles wonât let me miss a race ð
username3: youâre the most popular leclerc to me!!
arthur_leclerc: are we just going to pretend I wasnât racing too? ð
ynleclerc: @/arthur_leclerc whatâs to say this is my only post about this weekend ð€
username4: you must be such a proud sister y/n!
landonorris: youâll be my favourite if you convince charles to let me win ð
username5: lando wtf
username6: is lando tryna impress a leclerc ð€¯
charles_leclerc: you always manage to find the most flattering photos of me ðâ€ïž
alexandrasaintmleux: donât tell charles but youâre secretly my number one ð€
ynleclerc/ @/alexandrasaintmleux secret is safe with me ð¥°ð¥º
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ynleclerc: a few snippets of yet another week with my fave trio âºïž
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username7: I just want to be part of the family too ð
oscarpiastri: you seem to have forgotten your favourite brotherâŠ
ynleclerc: @/oscarpiastri dedicated post to my fave brother coming up ð
username8: itâs not fair for one family to have so many good genes
landonorris: you guys are a bit cute ðž
ynleclerc: @/landonorris we try our best ð
username9: charles does not look like he wants to be part of these photos at all ðð
arthur_leclerc: number one spot belongs to me ð€
ynleclerc: @/arthur_leclerc whatever helps you sleep at night bro
username10: are we all just going to ignore lando in the comments again
username11: protective brother mode incomingâŠ
pierregasly: stop feeding all your brothersâ fans with these kinda photos y/n!!
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landonorris: thank you montreal for a lovely week, a wholesome week doing my favourite things ðžðïž
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username12: isnât that the same emoji he posted on y/nâs post yesterday
username13: move the glass lando!!
alex_albon: something you want to tell me norris ð€
georgerussell63: well the last photo is a bit of a surprise huh
username14: soft boyfriend lando is back ladies and gentleman
username15: petition for a face reveal asap
ynleclerc: thatâs a big smile youâve got there âºïž
landonorris: @/ynleclerc I just seem to be around someone who makes me pretty happy right now
username16: @/charles_leclerc @/arthur_leclerc come get your sister pls
username17: donât say itâŠdonât say itâŠI think lando and y/n are dating
charles_leclerc: why are so many people sending me this post, whatâs going on here sir?
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ynleclerc: the best week with you! ðð¥º
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username18: more pretty pink flowers omg
arthur_leclerc: idk where in the world you are but I expect you back at my house asap
ynleclerc: @/arthur_leclerc im not a child anymore fyi ð
username19: no one can convince me that this isnât lando
username20: all the signs point to a certain tanned brit ð€¯ð€¯ð€¯
charles_leclerc: is this how you tell your brother that youâre with a boy, I refuse to accept this until you let me tell whoever they are exactly what I expect of them
username21: @/charles_leclerc luckily for you youâll be seeing lando on thursday
oscarpiastri: I second what charles said, as your brother I expected better than this ð¡
ynleclerc: @/oscarpiastri donât you start as well
username22: if this is trueâŠthey might just be the cutest couple in the world
landonorris: ð¥ºð¥ºð¥ºð¥ºð¥º
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I Want You to Stay (02) | JJK
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk thatâs probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 11.9k
Series Masterlist
Status:Â Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Playlist ð¶: on the way home
A/N: Hiii really touched with all the love for this story! I donât know about you but this hits harder with all the boys away and weâre missing them so badly. But weâve got this! ð But thank you thank you for all the messages (sorry I canât get to each one!) and the interest and excitement. Hope you enjoy this one âºïž
And as always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight ð¥°
PS. If I canât tag you, pls fix your settings!
Despite hoping that he wouldnât, Jungkook, in fact, pushes you further away on his second day on the job.Â
To his defense, it was partly your fault. You smiled at him last night - perhaps due to your delicious dinner that you didnât even know was from him - and it disarmed him.Â
The words you uttered after just flew over his head and he just nodded, too out of it to confirm what youâd said. It probably had something to do about you not coming to his penthouse, because itâs Tuesday morning and youâre still not here. Heâd expected that like yesterday, you'd prepare his breakfast, and after all that transpired, debrief after yesterdayâs meetings and discuss the next steps. That was his routine with Lucas, and for all the things that you seemed to know and do right - from his room design, the doneness of his eggs, and his coffee - this was a miss.Â
âArenât you supposed to be assisting me from the start of the day?â Jungkook says over the phone, his tone sounding annoyed. âIâve been waiting for you since 6:30.â
Your heart drops at his words, the memory from last night of him agreeing to you sticking to the same schedule you had with Hoseok suddenly feeling like some made up scenario. You remember telling Jungkook that you go straight to the office the rest of the week; youâd only go to Hoseokâs house on Mondays to prepare his clothes and brief him because heâs able to manage from Tuesday onwards. Your new boss, for some reason, perhaps misheard your question. And now youâre the one in trouble.Â
âIâm sorry, Mr. Jeon,â you bring yourself to say, your voice in a panic because regardless of whoâs in the wrong, making him wait is not a good start to his day nor yours, and especially not to your already rocky relationship. âI can get a cab then head to you.â
âSo you want me to wait for you some more?â He chides, his dry laugh making you want to throw your phone just so you wonât hear his voice anymore. âJust stay wherever you are, but I want the meeting minutes from yesterday ready when I get there since youâre not here to go over them with me.â
Jungkook hangs up and your head thumping on your desk is immediate. Itâs barely the start of the day and you already want to go back home and probably never come back.Â
You left the office at 9 last night, knowing you were too exhausted to continue working on the annotated documents, and then got soaked in the rain on your way home. You planned on coming to work early - given that your boss didnât require you to go to his penthouse, a claim you stand by - so you can continue, but now he wants the meeting minutes in an hour, and that isnât usually due until three days later.Â
Neglecting the sandwich you planned on eating for breakfast, you work on your notes from the first meeting and then move on to the next. Every footstep you hear makes you anxious, and you breathe a sigh of relief every time you find out itâs not him. Every minute counts and youâre thankful for each one. Until, of course, you run out of it.Â
âSend them to me now and meet me in my office,â his voice echoes through the hallway that leads to his room.Â
Jungkook walks straight past you and doesnât even give you a look.
âYes, sir,â you squeak, quickly sending the email then scurrying to where he is.Â
You find him seated on his chair, his leg crossed over the other one as he goes through the notes on his iPad, his furrowed eyebrows making you sweat in worry. He doesnât seem pleased. But from what youâve witnessed so far, you doubt thereâs much that pleases him.
He encircles words and scribbles on the sides, mumbling âincomplete,â âwhat does this mean,â and âthis is not what I said.â
Jungkook sets the device on his desk and groans. He turns to you with a hard glare, and you clearly see just how displeased he is. Not that you have any defense - itâs your job to do what he asked in a manner thatâs up to his standards - but you already felt discouraged in the morning, and your meal skipping caused you to lose focus in the afternoon, resulting in your less than satisfactory documentation of the meeting.
âMs. Cho, do you know the value of these documents? And why I require them to be comprehensive and done on time?â
âUh, ye-yes, sir,â you drag out.
âWhy?â
Itâs too early for this, you think to yourself. Clearly you know why theyâre important; youâre just too tired to articulate the reasons to him. But you try, as the words form in your head. Youâre about to say them when he stands from his chair and walks towards his desk, leans on the edge and then intently looks at you, as if heâs judging even the way youâre breathing or standing. And youâd probably fail, given how your body seems to cower in his presence.Â
âBecause decisions are made through them,â he says, drowning out your thoughts with his stern voice. âI attend numerous meetings everyday. Decision points can be buried in the discussions unless theyâre documented properly. And even when they are, theyâre not actioned upon immediately unless I have access to them and unless theyâve been processed and verified. I donât leave those conference rooms and forget about what took place. They stay in my head, thatâs why I ask you to write them down, and thatâs why I require you to meet me first thing in the morning so that I can process them with you, and let those points guide me for the rest of the week.â
His glare continues, so does his voice getting louder. âMy job isnât just to sit around and listen to people. I make decisions. And itâs your job to make sure I have all the correct information to make them.â
âI⊠I understand, sir. And I⊠I apologize for the oversight,â you stutter, still unable to look at him. âBut about this morning, uh⊠you, uh last night, Iââ
âWas there an explicit statement from me about not having you come in the morning?â
âNo, sir.â
He lets the silence draw out, perhaps to let your own words sink in. He does have a point. You stand by your claim that youâd asked, and he nodded, but you should also know that such gestures arenât clear responses, and thatâs on you to make sure that youâre both on the same page.Â
âIâm sorry, sir,â you say with conviction. âI made an assumption when I should have clarified. And even then, itâs your first week as Vice President. I should be assisting you in all the ways I can.â
Jungkook watches your form, hands clasped together with your nails sinking into your skin. Your head is bowed down, unable or unwilling to look at him this whole time. He knows heâs at fault, too, but heâd never admit it; heâs not exactly the type to do that.Â
You stand there in submission and a part of him wants to apologize, but thatâs not the type of weakness he wants to show, not when he needs to establish authority and more importantly, distance.
âI require Lucas to still come every morning because thatâs the only time we can debrief about the previous dayâs activities,â he says, making his voice calmer now. âWe go through the minutes, clarify things, finalize them, and then disseminate so that people donât forget. Teams collaborate effectively when thereâs accountability and when timelines are adhered to. Itâs my job to make sure they comply. And that means itâs your job, too. I donât have to remind you of your roles now do I, Ms. Cho?â
âNo, sir,â you respond, finding the strength in you to finally look at him, his hardened stare still unnerving you.Â
He uncrosses his arms and walks back to his seat. âMy cousin and I work very differently from each other. Itâs on you to adjust.âÂ
âYes, Mr. Jeon,â you bow in acknowledgment. âIâll be at your apartment at 6:30 every morning and Iâll do better with my documentation and preparation of all the files.â
Jungkook just hums then proceeds to work on something on his desktop, which you take as your cue to leave. You bow again and excuse yourself, but his voice stops you as you open the door.
âPush back this morningâs meeting to 9:00,â he says. âAnd make sure you have something to eat. I canât have you be unfocused again like yesterday.â
You survive the rest of Tuesday. You eat snacks rather than proper meals, and you find that that helps you more with time and focus. The meetings for that day are less intense, but with you still figuring out exactly how Jungkook wants the documents prepared, you stay up after hours and work on them for the next day, with you constantly going over the recording to make sure that you documented everything correctly.Â
You arrive at his penthouse at 6:30 every morning during the week. You make his breakfast while he takes a shower, which is really whateverâs in his fridge or pantry. He doesnât seem to mind what you prepare for him, and youâre glad that he doesnât find any more severe reasons to dislike you. Thereâs still the occasional correction of your minutes, but you chalk it up to him just being too particular. There are terms he uses that youâre not familiar with; heâs an architect by training after all.
Perhaps itâs why heâs as specific and detail-oriented as he is, and more visual than anything. Hoseok is a perfectionist like him, but the older man has everything organized in his head and then executes them, whereas Jungkook needs them all laid out before him. Whether itâs about a policy, a process, and especially a design, he makes sure theyâre drawn out, and the way they all just make sense to him is immediate.Â
You suppose thatâs what heâs used to. Plans need representation beyond words; he doesnât seem to be the type to use much of them, in fact, unless heâs correcting you. But thatâs what youâve noticed. At some points during the meeting, heâd draw something on his iPad and send it to you; you both discuss it the next morning, with you finding the words for it for proper documentation.Â
But his mind doesnât seem to stop, as you catch him on the way to work sometimes doodling some design on this leather notebook that he carries with him everywhere. Whether itâs the Arts Center or something else, youâre not sure, but you know that any moment he pulls it out, heâd spend a good amount of time on it before getting out of the car.
He remains distant and disengaged as you expect him to be. Unlike Hoseok who asks you how your evening went or how the trip to his house was, Jungkook doesnât talk about anything that doesnât concern work. And so when he isnât talking about it, thereâs just silence - whether in the car, in the elevator, or the walk to his room. Thereâs none of the laughter or the questions about how youâre coping with all your tasks, and thereâs definitely nothing about his life that he shares. Not that you thought he would, but the difference with your old boss is striking, as you think of the times when Hoseok happily talked about the salsa studio he was at with A-yeong over the weekend or the movie they watched together the night before.
The comparisons remain in your head throughout the week. You try to focus on your responsibilities but you realize that you havenât properly moved on from the culture and environment that you used to enjoy when Hoseok was still leading the team, and that has affected your work in obvious ways, and especially your approach to it.Â
Thereâs anxiety with every task that Jungkook asks of you, even if theyâre things youâve done so many times in your three years as the VPâs assistant. You find yourself constantly clarifying his instructions, prompting him to question your ability to take them. You feel like heâll be displeased regardless of what your output is, yet you still end up spending too much time going over files that you forget to eat or clock out too late. You donât get proper sleep either, nervous about what the next day will bring. You second-guess yourself constantly, and all the confidence you built in all your time here doesnât seem to have as strong of a foundation as you thought.Â
So when you make another mistake the following Tuesday, whatever belief in yourself that you have left dissipates.Â
âMs. Cho, where is the folder?â Jungkook asks, his gaze hardening the longer you look at him without a word.Â
Youâre currently at a restaurant, given that your boss has a meeting with Mr. Hu, the owner of the company that produces quality materials that Jungkook wants for the Arts Center. This was scheduled just yesterday, which is also when heâd asked you to put together the rough draft plans and design that he worked on last weekend. The project is in its early stages but the plans are clear to Jungkook and he wants to secure this deal early on, especially with Mr. Hu leaving the country for a few weeks.Â
You finalized this last night and left it on your desk along with the portfolios that Yoongi and the support team have been taking from your shelf. Given the week youâve had - lack of sleep and frustration more than anything - you rushed to get ready and mistakenly took a portfolio and not the folder meant for this meeting.
âI⊠Iâm so sorry, sir, but I seem to have taken the wrong files,â you stutter, eyes on the ground as you clutch the portfolio for support. âThey⊠they were on my desk along with others and I left them in the office.â
Thereâs a long pause before Jungkook speaks, the irritation clear in his voice.
âDo you at least have a soft copy?â
âItâs on a USB, sir,â you reply, nervously raising your head. âI left it as well.â
You try your hardest not to look at him, even if it seems like he wants you to, just so you can see the burning way he does it. Because you feel him huffing, you can see how heâs clenching his fists as he controls what heâs feeling, which is definitely anger towards your stupid mistake.Â
Jungkook clears his throat before turning back to the man seated across from him, his voice apologetic as he explains that you werenât able to bring it.Â
âAh, what a shame,â Mr. Hu says, judgingly glancing at you. âI was really looking forward to seeing your plans, Jungkook. I couldâve advised my people to check on the materials you want this early.â
âIâm really sorry,â Jungkook says. âPerhaps I can email them over to you?â
âOh donât bother, Iâll be chasing the Italian sun for the next three weeks,â the older man chuckles. âIâll see you when I get back. By then, I hope you and your assistant have sorted things out and could give me actual information about what you want.â
âWe will, I assure you,â Jungkook says, before saying goodbye to him.
He walks past you and you follow, with no words said as you both wait for the car and enter.Â
You can hear him panting, and you know enough that's due to an extreme emotion he canât express. He wonât look at or say anything to you, and that feels more terrifying.Â
His phone rings, and not only does the person on the other line talk about what just happened, you happen to hear it, too.
âHey, I heard what happened with the big boss,â the man says. âDid you really go to the meeting unprepared?â
âIt wasnât me, but yeah, what a mess,â Jungkook huffs, his head leaning back on the chair, his eyes closed as he calms himself down. âWhat did he say? Is he angry?â
âNah. Youâre a Jeon; he canât be. He was just a bit annoyed because he was supposed to have a meeting with another client but he chose to see you.â
âFuck. What an embarrassment,â Jungkook groans.
âWell, he does have high praises for your father.â
âAnd this is his first time working with me. My dadâs gonna hear about it and give me shit for it.â
âJust another normal day at the office, right?â The man laughs. âSo, was it your assistant that screwed up?â
Jungkook hums his yes, knowing youâre two seats away from him, although heâs unsure if you can hear their conversation. For your sake, he hopes you canât.
âSee? This is why you shouldâve taken Lucas! That guy was always two steps ahead of you.â
âThatâs what I said, but when are my requests ever granted? Never. Another normal day at the office, huh?â
âIf sheâs pretty, maybe you can forgive them and just suffer through her incompetence,â the man laughs again. âI mean, sheâs got to have some redeeming quality somehow. If she doesnât, that just sucks for you.â
âYou really enjoy making fun of my misfortunes, huh?â Jungkook huffs.
âJust sometimes. Not used to you not having your way, thatâs all.â
âWell, nothing is going my way, that's for sure. But whatever, Iâll figure it out. Make sure Mr. Hu holds out for me, okay? I need you to help me this time.â
âHey, I may laugh at your misfortunes but I always have your back,â the man says. âGood luck, VP. Iâll see you soon.â
Jungkook drops the call and you feel him glance at you but you remain stiff on your seat, unwilling to move nor look anywhere else that isnât your lap. Youâre glad that he decides to close his eyes for the rest of the ride, though, so you take your chance to shift towards the window and watch the buildings fly by, willing your tears not to fall.
You hold out until you arrive at the building. That is, until Jungkook heads straight to his room and asks you to follow.Â
âOwn up to your mistake and look at me,â he says, his voice seeping with disdain.Â
You lift your head and meet his eyes, his gaze piercing right through you and youâre unable to move, to speak. But you try - a futile attempt, really - at appealing to the compassionate side of him, if it even exists.Â
âIâm so, so sorry Mr. Jeon,â you plead for forgiveness. âI didnât mean to forget the folder. Itâs been a tough week andââ
âA tough week?â he mocks, his voice getting louder now. âAs if youâre the only one whoâs had one? I come here and find myself doing your job. I spent the weekend drafting the designs because I need that deal early only for you to screw it up! My fatherâs been on to me about this project and I need everything done right but I canât seem to because my assistant, whoâs supposed to be assisting me, canât even get the most basic things done. All you had to do was bring the folder. You didnât even have a contingency plan of having a soft copy. Were you not trained for this role?âÂ
You visibly shake but Jungkook doesnât let up.
âAnswer me.â
âI⊠I was, Mr. Jeon,â you tremble. âI know Iâm not the smartest but I work hard and Iââ
âYou work hard?â
âYes, sir.â
âIn what?â
âIn preparing your files and organizing everything for you andâŠâ you try.Â
A month ago, youâd be saying these things and more with so much conviction. But all it took was one Jeon Jungkook to break you down and make you doubt every single skill youâve developed and been praised for the past few years.
âAnd I can criticize each of those tasks in just this one week youâve been my assistant.â
âI⊠I just needed guidance, sir, because itâs a newââ
âI need guidance. I need assisting,â he sneers. âMy father wanted me to keep you because you apparently know how things are supposed to be done but youâre asking for guidance from me?â
Thereâs silence on your end and youâve never felt as small as you do right now. The way Mrs. Byun abused her power over you and humiliated you during your first years here continues to be unmatched, but being treated this way by a man whose family you respect somehow hurts you more.Â
You want to give up now. Youâll lose everything if you decide to just quit but itâs not like thereâs much left of you to go by anyway, given the week that youâve had. But if thereâs anything your mother taught you is that the lowest you can go is when you donât fight for yourself, so you gather what little dignity you have left and look him in the eyes.Â
âYou do things very differently from Mr. Jung like you said, and I admire your thoroughness,â you start, trying your hardest to calm the tone of your voice. âYouâre adjusting to your new role with a new team and a new assistant that you didnât choose but somehow you have to trust and thatâs unnerving if youâre used to being in control of everything. With all due respect, however, perhaps if you let the people around you adjust as well, we would all find a way to work together effectively and respectfully. A little bit of compassion wouldnât hurt, and it goes a long way.â
At his silence, you continue, digging your nails deeper into your skin to help you remain stable.
âI apologize for all the mistakes this past week. I know it has been unpleasant for you as well. Iâll do better, that I can promise. But if the way I work is not something that is up to your standard, then thereâs only one thing to do. Me quitting would put you in a worse light; you can fire me if you think it is best,â you bravely state. âI can deal with the consequences.â
Jungkook continues to just look at you, unable to say anything this time. Perhaps he isnât used to someone speaking to him like this. Maybe heâs finding the right words to hit you back and break you even more. The tiniest part of you wants to think youâve softened him up a bit; hopefully heâll be less angry at you the next time.
âIs there anything you need me to work on, Mr. Jeon?â
âNo,â he answers. âJust hold off all calls for me for the next hour. I donât want to be disturbed.â
âUnderstood, Mr. Jeon.âÂ
You bow and head out the door.Â
Jungkook watches you leave, and the farther you become, the more he wishes youâd stay.
Heâs unsure why. Perhaps itâs the way you spoke to him, similar to the way you did the first time you met over a week ago - with conviction and grace despite you putting him in his place. Maybe itâs him, trying to find the words to apologize without seeming weak, or to encourage you without being comfortable. The tiniest part of him just wants you around; he doesnât know what it is about you but he finds himself feeling intense emotions because of you - frustration, fear, and an overwhelming feeling of sadness and regret.Â
He returns to his seat and glances through the window, the angle of his chair allowing him to see you outside, although heâs unsure if youâre able to see him. Either way, itâs not like youâve ever looked his way anyway, so he feels a little safe doing this now.Â
Youâre seated and turned away from the desk, with your fingers pressing over both your ears, as if youâre blocking out the sounds of the room; perhaps youâre blocking out his voice thatâs probably still echoing in your head. Heâd seen you do this last week, too, after you failed to show up at his penthouse in the morning. He thinks itâs your way of dealing with stress, a quiet one, in contrast to boxing like what he prefers to do. Itâs the only time heâd ever allow himself to express anything, after all, other than getting mad at you apparently.Â
You finally turn around, but itâs not long after when Do-hyun arrives and takes your place, leaving him to wonder where youâre off to. He focuses on his work like he meant to do, opting to read and send emails while he calms himself down. His eyes always turn to your desk, though, and when he sees that heâs halfway done but youâre still not back, he decides to head out.
âMr. Jeon,â Do-hyun stands up and greets him. âIs there anything I can help you with?â
âWhereâs Ms. Cho?â
âShe had to go to the washroom so she asked me to cover for her first,â she responds. âBut, uh⊠Sheâs been gone for half an hour. I⊠Iâm not sure what sheâs up to but I canâ.â
Itâs at that moment when you return, and the way that both Do-hyun and Jungkook look at you that you know they can tell. You canât exactly cry for 20 minutes and then expect to ease the swelling of your eyes for the next 10. But you act like nothingâs amiss, so you dismiss the younger woman and turn to Jungkook.
âWas there something that you needed from me, Mr. Jeon?â You ask nonchalantly.
âJust, uhâŠâ he stutters now, taken aback by the casual way you speak to him despite your glassy eyes. âIâm meeting the CEO and President tomorrow to discuss the Arts Center. Put the initial plans in presentation format and send it to me first thing in the morning.â
âYes, sir,â you respond, returning to your seat and not sparing him another glance.Â
You work on the presentation in between the other things you need to finish. You draft memos and letters for Jungkookâs approval, and itâs half past 4 when you enter his room to have them signed.Â
âIâm heading out at 5 for dinner,â he says as he signs the documents. âIâve added points on the shared file for the presentation. Make sure to include those.â
âI will, sir.â
Thereâs a brief moment where you and Jungkook just look at each other, words swimming in your own heads that neither of you wants to say out loud.
You wish heâd offer an apology.
He wishes youâd say that youâre okay.
You want to tell him that the Arts Center already sounds amazing; you hope it turns out the way he imagines.
He wants to tell you that he wonât fire you, that despite how heâs been, he doesnât want you to go anywhere.
But the moment passes and then itâs gone. You bow once more and then head out the door.Â
He leaves at exactly 5, merely nodding at you as he leaves.Â
Jungkook sees you again that evening, four hours later as he drives home after having dinner with Seokjin and Taehyung, the brothers heâd grown up with. The office is on the way, and itâs near the bus stop where he spots you, trying to catch a cab that someone always gets to before you do.Â
The rain has started to pour, and his anxiety builds; he was never fond of it, given the memory it holds. But itâs you in your thin coat that suspends that for a while. Youâre clearly shivering, unable to get a ride, and getting wet from the downpour. You cross the street, seemingly just submitting to the weather, and you disappear amongst the crowd of people just trying to get home.Â
He checks his phone as he gets a message and sees the email you sent 20 minutes ago - the presentation heâd asked you to submit in the morning. This is you, making up for today, he guesses. Heâs why youâre braving the rain. If heâs being honest, heâs why youâre suffering at all, and he canât help the way his heart stings at the thought.Â
The convenience store is bright and dry unlike the streets outside, and thatâs why thereâs a substantial amount of people seeking shelter from the downpour that came out of nowhere.Â
You welcome the rain. It served as a distraction when you were growing up and your motherâs ex-partner would yell nonstop. Youâd hide in your room and cover your ears like your mother taught you to do. When she was able, sheâd stay with you and cover your ears with her own hands and tell you that itâs gonna be okay, that even if you canât stop the scary sounds, you can drown them out enough that theyâll stop bothering you.Â
You didnât think youâd ever do so again but youâve done that twice in one week, and all it took was one Jeon Jungkook to lecture you about what your job entails. He didnât yell, but his voice was still piercing, firm and low as if he reserves that intensity for instances of pure frustration.Â
That kind of thing takes a lot out of someone. Itâs different when a boss is out to abuse their power and take advantage of you. Mrs. Byun made you do her work so she could spend her lunches out and then take credit for outputs without acknowledging you. She sucked up to the directors to overcompensate for not knowing how to answer their questions. And then she had the guts to embarrass you and call you out in front of the team for not being able to do your primary tasks, which was only because you were doing hers. It took a while but her incompetence caught up to her and her departure felt like freedom. But the experience with her was constricting, suffocating, humiliating. It was dehumanizing, too, as you went home to an empty apartment every night, feeling less and less of yourself.
But the way Jungkook treats you hits differently. Youâve survived the worst and ended up in a good spot under Hoseokâs leadership where you built your confidence. During those years, you felt capable, like you were trusted; you felt that your hard work earned you respect.Â
Now, you feel all that crumbling. You feel exposed, bare; as if youâre realizing youâre not that good after all. How youâve been isnât like you. Youâre meticulous, analytical; youâve sat in so many meetings as an observer and know how things work, how the directors think, and the kinds of outputs expected from you. But recently, you find yourself just lost, questioning everything all the time, and so incapable.
You let yourself feel the burden weigh you down as you eat a small cup of noodles and call it dinner. You walk down the aisles and pick out your favorite snacks, first eating the roasted almonds as you head out the door.Â
The rain has let up, with but a drizzle left this late evening. You catch the bus and munch on pepero and chocopie this time. Youâre in your neighborhood by the time you tear open the frosted mini donuts. Youâve been mindlessly eating the whole time, but once you get off your stop, you start walking towards the community center. The public library is closed but something about sitting outside the door gives you comfort, just like it used to when you were growing up.
Your mom couldnât really afford daycare. Sheâd spend her lunch break picking you up from school then dropping you off at a library where her friend worked; that nice woman always looked after you until your mom came back to pick you up. Some days when she wanted to take you away from the mess that was her partner, sheâd take you there, too.Â
You read mostly picture books and colored on your coloring book and played with your paper dolls. Even as you grew up, you didn't really read; you just liked that the library was quiet, comfortable, that it made you feel safe.Â
Your phone beeps and you see a photo that your mother has just sent of her dry living room floor.Â
[From: Mom] it isnât leaking anymore!Â
You smile, imagining her sigh of relief and the way sheâs probably humming about the house. You decide to call her; another bit of comfort would definitely help.
âHi, darling,â she answers after the first ring. âMin-woo went to the hardware store when he arrived in the afternoon so he could fix the roof. What a relief.â
âThatâs great, mom,â you reply, wishing you were back home with her. âYou can have a good sleep tonight, then.â
âI will. What about you?â
âI hope so.â
âHave you had dinner?â
âHmm, yeah,â you hum.Â
âAnd where are you now?â
âOutside the library,â you say.Â
Thereâs silence that comes after, a way in which you both say things without words sometimes. Your mom is good at that, and even if you canât see her, you know thereâs love in her eyes. And even if she canât see you, she knows thereâs sadness in yours.Â
âSo, work has been tough lately, am I right?â
Even without any confirmation, she already knows. She probably knew when you said that everything was fine after she asked how things were going during your visit over the weekend. She probably picked up the faintness of your smile and the way you fell asleep on her lap while you both watched TV and she combed your hair like she always did.Â
âThe new boss is quite hard on me,â you admit. âHe expects too much, asks me to do too much⊠Iâm trying but I keep making mistakes. Iâm missing things I normally donât. Iâm not like this, mom. I⊠Iâm better than this.â
âOh, darling,â she sighs, wishing sheâd hugged you a little tighter before you left. âIâm so sorry youâre going through this. Maybe youâre still adjusting. Thatâs valid, you know? Itâs only been a week.â
âYeah, but he acts like heâs the only one who needs to adjust and that I just magically know how to do things his way,â you groan. âIt⊠it just makes me feel like Iâm not good enough. That I⊠that I shouldnât be here.â
â___, you didnât suffer through your first few years there just so you would continue to doubt yourself,â she responds. âYou deserve your role, regardless of what he thinks. You work hard and that means everything.â
âNot to him apparently. Even if I work hard, if itâs not up to his standards, it doesnât mean anything. I canât even do anything about it because heâs the CEOâs son.âÂ
âYou can quit, you know?â She says after a beat of silence. âYou donât have to stay if itâs too much, and especially if itâs unfair. Just because you know you can handle it, doesnât mean you should.â
The thought settles in your head. You did just tell Jungkook that youâd rather he fire you, which honestly terrifies you because much as heâs insufferable, you do need this job. Helping your mom over the weekend reminded you of that. From the health insurance to the salary, you donât have to worry too much because you can finally repay her for all her hard work in raising you, in protecting you, in surviving for you.Â
âI know,â you sigh. âMaybe I just let the tough first days get to me.â
âWhatever it is, you shouldnât suffer. And you definitely shouldnât suffer alone,â she advises. âIâm glad you came over during the weekend even if for unpleasant reasons. I got to hug you even if I didnât know you needed it.â
âI always need it, mom,â you admit. âI donât have to say it. Itâs the only one I get anyway.â
âWell, itâs because itâs the only one you accept,â she points out.Â
âTrue,â you laugh. âBut I⊠Iâll do better. Iâll get my head straight tonight and treat tomorrow like my first day and you know, show him Iâm capable.â
âThatâs good. And you can come over again this weekend if you want. The storm should be gone by then. The girls want to go to the park. I know theyâd love to hang out with you. If you donât have plans of course.â
âYou know I only ever have actual weekend plans when Jimin and Soomin visit me. But yes, I can take the trip on Saturday. If Jungkook wants me to do any work⊠screw him.â
Your mother laughs, only because she knows you donât mean it. You know it, too. Regardless of how you think of your boss or your job, you know the value of your work, and youâre not one to sacrifice it for any reason.Â
âAre you feeling better, darling?â
âYeah,â you smile. âThe rainâs stopped somehow. I needed to be here. And I⊠I needed to hear your voice.â
âGood. You know you can call whenever. I donât have to summon you with photos of a roof or grilled makchang or something every time.â
âI know. And I will. Iâll see you soon.â
You drop the call and start walking back home. Talking with your mom is the strength you need to get through such a tough day. It doesnât change your situation; maybe Jungkook will still be upset with you in the morning but youâll handle it, just like you handled all the difficult times before.Â
Your mother taught you something else - it was grace. Youâd fight back if you need to, but you can always do it with gentleness; sometimes that works wonders, especially if you canât afford to respond with rage.Â
Youâre quite nervous walking to Jungkookâs penthouse the next morning.Â
Before he left last night, you were sporting glassy and swollen eyes, after all; it wouldnât have taken much for him to know what you were up to by being away from your desk for half an hour. But youâd been too upset to think of what he would think about it, so you acted like it was nothing when you returned to your seat, took note of his instructions, and watched him walk out. No other words were spoken and quite frankly, you donât know what either of you could have said after what transpired. Itâs a new day, though, and like you told your mother, youâll just focus on your work and try to get that old version of yourself back, the one youâd felt slipped away this past week.
You enter the front door - as heâd told you to just go in so you donât disrupt his workout - and immediately hear the loud sounds of leather hitting leather. He seems to be aggressively punching the sandbag, with more evidence of it coming in the form of his deep and successive breaths that you can hear as you walk towards the kitchen. You stop on your tracks, though, as a pair of red laced underwear lays crumpled on the floor.
That definitely wasnât there yesterday morning so it mustâve been from last night. Youâre not one to judge; he did have a frustrating day that you caused and releasing all that stress in this way is understandable. You just wish he had the courtesy to clean up, knowing that his assistant would be coming but then again, you also donât know if thatâs too much to ask of him.
You donât realize that youâve been staring at the underwear until you hear him, his deep breaths in tandem with his steps. You walk towards the counter and set him a glass of water before he notices whatâs got your attention, but he still does, as he stops at the spot where you were and lets out a grunt.Â
From your periphery, you see him pick up the piece of lingerie then throw it in the trash. You turn to him and bow in greeting, and Jungkook merely nods, the slightest of head tilts to acknowledge your presence, seemingly avoiding your eyes, even as you ask what he prefers to eat this morning. Youâd like to think that in the recesses of his bitter heart, thereâs remorse over yesterday at least, if not over the past few days. But youâll take it; his silence is better than anything at this moment.Â
You follow him towards his bedroom, stopping briefly as you look around and make sure youâre not intruding. Youâre unsure if the woman is still here, but he picks up on that.
âSheâs gone,â he says, walking to his bathroom. âI never make them stay.â
Itâs a part of his life that youâve only heard of. The gossip that Do-hyun hears from the washrooms in the office may be true, considering his weeknight bang and the left-behind underwear on the kitchen floor. He still had some energy based on his morning workout though, and you donât know why the thought of him fucking someone and then boxing in the morning is making you feel hot all over.Â
You snap yourself out of it, knowing itâs inappropriate and definitely not what you should be worrying about. Heâs a stressed, obviously attractive, and rich bachelor; youâre not surprised heâd have women at his beck-and-call and be nonchalant about it.
You walk inside his closet and choose the shoes and accessories heâll wear today before heading back to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. He walks in 30 minutes later, and you approach him to fix his collar and his tie like you always do, now getting used to his natural scent with hints of jasmine and bergamot. Your eyes focus on the silk necktie, hoping youâre able to control your nervous breathing being this close to him.Â
He may still be annoyed at you and you may be invading his space, and the realization makes you step away quickly, taking his plate from the counter and placing it on the dining table. You open your iPad and go through the presentation he asked you to do, surprised that heâs already added a few things.
âIs the presentation final, Mr. Jeon?â You ask. âI see youâve already looked through it.â
âSort of,â he responds. âI woke up at 5 and reviewed it before my workout. Letâs go over them now.â
He looks through his iPad as he eats, going over each slide with you as if heâs practicing. The more he speaks, the more you envision the Arts Center and how he wants it done. The way he puts together the ideas into a coherent design is impressive. You almost see it as he does, and much as you thoroughly dislike him right now, for the sake of all the good things that this center will do for people, you really want him to succeed.Â
You remind him of a few more things before he finishes his meal, and itâs not long after when youâre in the car, the silence thickening the tension between the two of you once more. This continues until you reach the office, and you breathe a sigh of relief at the distance between the both of you now.Â
While you do feel better, the anxiety remains. You donât want to mess up. And as you enter his room to give him papers to sign and you see him going through his presentation while the leather notebook he was drawing on earlier lays open on the desk, you find yourself also just not wanting to disappoint him. He clearly works hard and despite his treatment of you, you want things to work out for him.Â
Itâs an hour later when youâre both walking towards the elevator to head to the conference room on the CEOâs floor. Itâs just Jungkook with his father and cousin today where heâll present the initial plans for their comments and their verbal endorsement of the draft budget.Â
Itâs a massive project thatâs working within strict timelines and Jungkook is adamant on getting this ready by mid-next year. You can tell how much he wants to deliver this well - the board of directors would be his next audience and a boost of confidence would be much needed.Â
You make him a cup of coffee the way he likes and sit next to him. The distance allows you to keep your eyes away from him; with the pressure heâs under, you donât exactly want to be close to where you can easily trigger him.Â
CEO Jeon and Hoseok arrive, greeting you with their bright smiles, a reprieve from the stoic looks and tight-lipped and furrowed brows you get from Jungkook everyday.
âHi, Ms. Cho,â CEO Jeon says. âA week has passed, huh? How has it been?â
âChallenging,â you say honestly, âbut still good. Iâm learning new things, Mr. Jeon.â
âThatâs good,â he smiles, glancing at his son whose eyes are focused on his laptop. The elder seems unconvinced by your half smile but he nods, turning back to you. âBy the way, I heard on the news that the typhoon hit your hometown pretty badly. Howâs your mother and her family? Mr. Ri mentioned that there was an incident over the weekend. Is everything okay?â
Youâre used to CEO Jeon asking things like this prior to meetings. He believes itâs a way to release certain feelings and not keep them hidden, and while you donât really want to talk about it right now, you appreciate the concern.Â
âShe, uh. A large tree fell over our house last Saturday,â you say, to the surprise of both CEO and President. âI had to travel in the morning to help my mom. A portion of the roof was damaged and she had to call a company to fix it. Min-woo and the girls were away and mom didnât want to deal with the workers since she was alone so I had to stay over the weekend.â
âThatâs unfortunate,â the elder Jeon laments. âHow is your house now? And your mom?â
âThe roof is sealed. But she slipped on some debris and had to be assisted; she was being stubborn about it. Sheâs okay, though.â
âAh, it mustâve been a tough few days. And for you, too,â Hoseok says. âI mean, given all the work and then having to be there for her. Iâm sorry, ___. But Iâm glad sheâs doing better. Tell her I send my regards, okay?â
âI will, thank you.â
Jungkook tries not to look affected as the older men ask you more details about what happened that he, of course, didnât know about. Thereâs that guilt over how he treated you yesterday, learning now what you had to do over the weekend. You donât seem the type to blame any oversight or mistake on something like that, but he would know that the tiredness and preoccupation could definitely affect things. Even more, heâd implied that you donât work hard and that youâre being a burden to him, which is far from the truth.Â
The conversation ends and heâs unable to look at you, as he stands from his seat to begin his presentation. Everything is set up, including a pointer and a marker and a glass of warm water on his side. He proceeds, presenting his design, the materials, the budget, and the timeline.Â
You take note of all his answers to the questions and the ideas he comes up with on the spot, with him repeating things and stating how he wants certain points written down. Youâre immersed in your own task, feeling like youâve found your rhythm because youâve done this so many times but the fear got ahead of you. This morning, itâs as if youâre in your element again, and thereâs relief that fills you this time. Â
The meeting is moved to a restaurant after the third hour. Thereâs an event that the CEO suggests that Jungkookâs team organize as a way to build linkages with the arts and culture networks, making sure that the younger Jeon becomes known in those fields as well.Â
You have to go by memory as you listen and eat your meal, but the distance from Jungkook remains. You merely nod at his words and avoid looking at him unless you need to. Itâs your way of getting over last night, you think. You still have his look of frustration etched in your mind and itâs still a bit fresh; youâd need at least another day before you can look at him normally again. You hope that other than Jungkook himself, no one notices.Â
But you suppose youâve underestimated Hoseokâs ability to pick up on your behavior; itâs one of his strengths as a leader, after all. Heâs always been good at reading people, a skill that Jungkook clearly didnât develop.Â
âHey.â
âMr. Jung,â you greet, a wave of nostalgia hitting you because his smile is one you used to see everyday, regardless of how stressed he was. âIs there something I can help you with?â
âNo, not really. Itâs just been over a week but Iâm still getting used to the bigger office and the new secretary but I just wanted to check in,â Hoseok says. âYou and Jungkook have been very busy, I rarely catch either of you.â
âWell, he wanted to get all the introductions out of the way so he can focus on the Arts Center,â you reply. âThereâs a lot happening with that one so heâs in meetings and calls all the time.â
âAh, of course. Itâs a good design and Iâm sure itâll boost the local arts scene. He got inspired during his travels in the Southeast Asia sites and has been talking about it for years. Itâs good he has the freedom to work on this now.â
You merely nod, not having much to say about your bossâ passion project thatâs just made him angry and frustrated. Quite frankly, you donât know how he is when he isnât working on such high-pressure matters, but you can already tell he isnât someone youâd want to be around in any other context.Â
âBut how about you? Are you getting enough rest? All these meetings and then traveling home on the weekend is tiring, ___. I hope youâre looking out for your health.â
âI am,â you try to assure him. âI can handle it.â
You smile before shifting your eyes to your desktop screen, not wanting to look at him any longer because a second more and youâd probably burst into tears. Experiencing Hoseokâs kindness for these few minutes has just reminded you of what you constantly miss - that feeling of safety and care, of someone looking out for you and not holding you back.Â
âIâm glad you are,â he smiles again, holding your gaze when you glance at him, and Hoseok hopes that in this short moment of calm, heâs able to give comfort that he just knows you need. âAnyway, I just wanted to drop by. Iâll see you around, yeah?â
âIâll see you, Hoseok.â And as if you knew why he came over in the first place, you add, âand thank you.â
Jungkook sighs in frustration as he watches your fading smile before returning to type away on your desktop. He was about to call you to ask for a project portfolio on the shelf but stopped once he saw you talking to his cousin. You seemed a tad bit lighter than usual; Jungkook could only assume itâs your natural state, even if all heâs seen of you is that of perpetual worry and stress.Â
He thinks to himself that a part of that is because of him. Maybe a big part, he admits. He wouldnât have known about your town in Daegu or that your mother resides there and that you had to go home over the weekend, hence, your oversight yesterday. Heâs at least decent enough to acknowledge that he shouldnât have been so harsh on you in the first place. Heâs just not used to things not going his way; he wonders now what the people under him suffered through to make sure of that.
Not wanting to disturb you, he decides to get the portfolio himself, so he exits his room and leans on your desk, his eyebrows scrunched as he reads through the spine labels of the folders. He doesnât notice you stand up and attempt to ask what he needs but he does find it, reaching over on the third shelf for it.Â
âI couldâve gotten that for you,â you huff.
Jungkook spots a small pout as you utter the words, disarming him a little.
âItâs⊠itâs fine,â he mumbles, willing his mind to go back to what he was thinking about before you said something, which is the other project he wants to look at.Â
But you pick up on his words. âSeongbuk, 2021,â you repeat.Â
You look up and know exactly where the portfolio for that project is. You drag your stool with your foot and walk up the steps, carefully pulling out the folder and underestimating just how heavy it is. But before it can slip out of your fingers, Jungkook gets a hold of it, his right hand gripping the spine while his left palm supports your back.Â
You stiffen when you realize just how close he is to you then step down the stool, somehow nervous to look at him.
âI, uh, sorry. You were about to fall.â
You stiffen again because he didnât just apologize, did he? Your eyes are glued to the ground and you donât see Jungkookâs surprised look.
Because he did just that. What felt more alarming than his apology was that it had been a reflex for him to have his hand behind you, his heart leaping a bit because you really were close to falling. An injured version of you isnât something he wants to deal with, and he convinces himself that itâs because it would look absolutely terrible for his assistant to get hurt on the job, and especially in his presence.Â
âIs that all you need, Mr. Jeon?â
âUh, yes,â he responds. âBe, uh, be careful.â
He takes both folders and heads back to his room, his face buried in the pages as you sneak a glance at him from the window.
âSo, howâs the second week as VP going?â Hoseok asks his cousin from across the table of their favorite Japanese restaurant during their Friday lunch. âWorse than the first?â
Jungkook, not keen on answering truthfully, merely shrugs.Â
âWell, I can bet you though that ___ is definitely having it worse than last week.â
âDid she say anything? About me specifically?â Jungkook asks, his curious eyes telling Hoseok that itâs more of concern than anger.Â
âOf course not. Sheâs there to protect you, Kook, not tell on you. Is there something to say? About you specifically?â
Jungkook knows how well his cousin can read people, especially him. Theyâd grown up together after all, and had gotten close because the older man always stayed next to him, knowing how shy little Jungkook used to be. So he narrates what happened - that heâd gotten angry, that he was being too strict, that he wasnât leaving you room for adjustment. Heâd of course excluded his own oversight and need to establish distance and authority, chalking it up to not having the familiarity and conveniences heâd been used to back in Singapore.Â
âI feel like working with father even closer now, itâs like Iâm under a microscope,â Jungkook continues. âI donât wanna mess up. I just donât wanna give him a reason to criticize or question me.â
âWell, if he learns about how itâs been with ___, heâll do exactly those things,â Hoseok responds. âHe cares about his people, you know? Iâm sure thatâs the one thing he wants you to do right.â
âCanât say Iâd know. Itâs not like heâs any more compassionate than I am. Weâre talking about a man who yells at the managers who canât get things done right.â
âThey were abusing their power, thatâs why,â Hoseok explains. âAnd Iâm not here to defend the man - Iâve been on the receiving end of his anger twice and saw how heâd push people to their near breaking point a few times but heâs not a terrible person. Iâve seen him be understanding and caring to his staff way more; you just havenât been around that much.â
âItâs not what I saw growing up.â
âWell, we remember what we want, and forget the parts that donât make sense to us.â
Jungkook stays silent as he munches on his steak.
âHe wants to get closer to you, you know?â Hoseok continues. âHe hopes that with you being around, he can mentor you, learn from you. All those years that you were home, you felt so far away from him, farther away than Jeong-sik who wasnât even here, and he doesnât know why.â
âHe canât expect to be a rich, ambitious businessman and be close to his son,â Jungkook huffs. âAll he ever cared about when I was growing up was work. Sure, he had rare good moments, but we all know it was to compensate for always being too busy. He pressured me to do well at school then missed awarding ceremonies. He scheduled some family time then left me and my brother in some cabin in the woods by ourselves. He wants to work with me here then disallows my requests. What does he want from me?â
âYour time, I suppose. Maybe your understanding, too.â
âDid he give those to me when I was younger? He had so many chances these past 30 years and he wants those now?â
âPeople are complicated, Kook. Sometimes they lose sight of whatâs important, of whatâs in front of them⊠doesnât mean theyâre bad people,â Hoseok says. âAnd it doesnât mean they donât deserve a second chance. I mean, donât we all want that? Donât we all grow out of our bad habits and just yearn for something good?â
âNot everyone does that.â
âMaybe not, but your father has. And he just wants another chance. And whether or not it was her fault, Iâm sure ___ wants that, too.â
âDid you really ask me to treat you to lunch only to advocate for the people I donât really care much about?â Jungkook laughs bitterly.Â
âNo,â Hoseok chuckles. âI really wanted to try it here. But also, uncle took me out to drinks before you arrived and was all honest with me, which was a little weird but I guess he thought he could get some perspective from you through me. And ___ was my assistant and I think highly of her. Itâs upsetting how things started for you both. I guess I just feel kind of caught in the middle between you and the people you actually care about. So yes, I deserve this free lunch.â
Jungkook doesnât correct his cousin, more for the fact that Hoseok really does get caught in the middle - always has, even between him and his older brother whom Jungkook never really got along with; it definitely isnât because he acknowledges that he cares about you. Thereâs no reason for him to feel that; youâre just his assistant, after all.Â
Being beautiful and capable and hardworking doesnât have anything to do with being cared about.Â
âI⊠I admit being too hard on ___. I get that sheâs good and stuff but maybe that fits with your leadership style more,â Jungkook tries to reason. âMaybe she just thrives in a team where sheâs led by someone like you, someone whoâs good with people and whoâs process-oriented and I donât know, someone who isnât as tough or meticulous like me.â
âIâm sorry, Kook, but you sound stupid. You clearly donât know anything about her. Sheâs experienced all the lows - the disrespect from the men, the abuse of power from the women, all the long hours and ridiculous deadlines, the loudest of yells and the craziest demands,â Hoseok exclaims. âSheâs been here for just eight years but it feels more. Sometimes I donât know why she stayed but Iâm glad she did, selfishly, and thatâs because she helped me so much. Are you⊠are you giving her reasons to leave so you can have Lucas with you?â
âNo,â Jungkook dismisses the thought, although he does admit it entered his mind before he even started. âIâm just⊠not used to her. And the mishaps didnât help. I just wanna be able to do my job and do it right.â
âAnd you will, if you just loosen up a bit and give her a chance to show you that she can help you. Itâs just that Iâm not seeing that same joy and energy in her eyes and her smile,â Hoseok explains. âI was thinking last Wednesday that maybe it was because of her mom but during the meeting this morning, it was the same. Iâd hate to think thatâs because of you. Because if it is and sheâs thinking of resigning, I wonât stop her. I might even suggest it to her. â
The thought of you being gone causes a lump in Jungkookâs throat. Itâs selfish, really, because despite how he treats you, he still wants you here. Itâs just as silly, and stupid, and something he doesnât have a clear reason for. But other than his cousin not trusting that he could treat you fairly, itâs the possibility that you might just quit yourself, something you seem to be capable and willing to do. And that voluntary departure is something he doesnât want to deal with. Once you leave, youâll just be gone; he wonât have a reason to seek you.Â
âIâll do better,â Jungkook finally says. âIâll stop being such a pain in the ass and be⊠kinder, I guess.â
âSheâll probably see right through you if you fake it,â Hoseok laughs. âJust be fair. Trust me, thatâs what sheâd want, too. Correct her if you need to, but do it constructively. And please, try to smile every once in a while. It wonât hurt you. Nor would it ruin whatever tough guy image you have.â
Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes but he lets out a chuckle. His cousin wonât ever let go of the fact that 18-year old Jungkook had his first tattoo because he wanted to look tough.Â
âI still have to establish authority, Hoseok. I canât do it like you do.â
âWell, youâre missing out. Smiling always makes you feel a hundred times better.â
âSheâll probably see right through me if I fake it,â Jungkook repeats his cousinâs words almost mockingly. âIâm pretty sure everyone knows Iâm not⊠cheerful. Itâs like, how Iâm compared to you.â
The two start walking back and Hoseok takes a jab at the younger man. âActually, I heard that Iâm the handsome one, too, and the stable guy, the family man, the man youâd take home to meet your parentsâŠâ
Jungkook laughs along. He agrees, and while it was not Hoseokâs intention at all, it does make Jungkook wonder even hours later - given all the things that characterize him, which are nothing like the older manâs - who would want him? Who would even take a chance on him? Who would even think itâs worth it to be with him?
Chaerin did, and then he self-sabotaged and lost her. Maybe the women he meets at clubs and takes home, but then all they want is a good time anyway, just like him. Maybe itâs someone heâs never met, but he also doesn't know how to be someone that someone else would love.Â
Maybe there isnât any. And maybe that isnât so bad. Perhaps heâd have to start getting used to that fact; itâs easier than realizing heâs not meant to be with someone after all.Â
He pauses the thought and decides thatâs for the weekend version of him to lament over. This Friday afternoon, heâs focused on firming up the project details with the design and logistics teams. Heâd just finished his meeting with them, with you barely looking his way just like youâve done throughout the week - which he canât fault you for because he was doing the same - and heâs back in his room to coordinate with other units.Â
You, on the other hand, seem to be fixated on the quarterly reports that youâll be handing over to him. Itâs past 5 and he knows youâll be staying up late again, given that heâd ordered you at the start of the week to finish the reviews by Friday. Heâs given you too much to do, and after everything heâs done, letting you off early is a way for him to apologize without actually apologizing.Â
He picks up the phone and calls you.
âHow many reports do you have left to review?â He asks.
âThree more, Mr. Jeon,â you answer. âIâll finish them tonight, please just give me another hour and a half.â
âAre you going home to see your mother tomorrow?âÂ
âUh, yes, sir. I leave in the morning,â you say, curious at the question that you never thought heâd ask.
âYou should clock out now, then.â
âOh, but the reports, sir. Iââ
âItâs okay,â he says, surprising you. âIâll be busy with Arts Center details this weekend so I wonât have time to sign off on the reports anyway so you can continue them on Monday.â
Youâre too shocked to speak that it doesnât register that youâre indeed not saying anything.
âMs. Cho?â Jungkook repeats your name.
âOh, uh, yes, as long as itâs okay, Mr. Jeon.â
âYes, thatâs what I just said.â
âThatâs, uh, thank you,â you mumble, turning on your roller chair to retrieve your bag and start packing, only to look up and see through the window that Jungkook can see you right now, smiling like a giddy child. Thereâs this movie thatâll show on your favorite local channel and youâre glad that youâll be able to catch it tonight.Â
Youâre unsure what Jungkookâs eaten to be dismissing you this early. Maybe it was the lunch he had with Hoseok earlier; maybe it was the older man knocking some sense into him. You donât have the energy to think about it, given that you now also have time to cook yourself proper dinner and enjoy eating it while watching and curling under your comfy blanket on your tiny couch, just like how you used to enjoy your Fridays.Â
Youâll deal with the unreviewed reports and Jungkook returning to his normal, grumpy self on Monday. Tonight is all about you, and the weekend version of you is about being with your mother, her partner, and your stepsisters. Thereâs nothing like being with the people who make you feel safe; youâll deal with the stress when a new week rolls by.
Jungkook watches you excitedly leave your desk. He canât imagine the relief youâre feeling of being relieved this early and then spending your Friday evening the way you want, however that is. He lets himself wonder for a bit how you would spend time by yourself. Yoongi did say your friends arenât in Seoul and your family obviously isnât.
But then again, maybe you do have a partner, and maybe thatâs why you looked as happy as you did. Heâs not quite sure what to do with the slight distress at the thought, but with the absurdity of the amount of times he thinks about you, he decides it shouldnât matter anyway.Â
He has his own plans, too, like watching sports over bottles of beer that night, and then playing video games the next day before going to a bar with Seokjin and Taehyung.Â
That Sunday, he works all morning then works out in the afternoon. In the evening, he decides to meet his friends again.Â
Entering the club, he spots the table where they are - Seokjin has his arm around a woman and his lips glued to her ear; he pulls her closer as she laughs at his words. Taehyung has one next to him, too; theyâre engaged in some serious conversation, it seems, given how passionately theyâre talking to each other. That is, until his hand slides inside her dress; maybe it wasnât that deep.Â
Jungkook doesnât know how his friends can converse with the women they find in these places. Given, Seokjin tends to stick to the same one for months and Taehyung is just naturally flirty and friendly so maybe itâs not that hard.Â
For Jungkook, itâs just not something heâs able to fully or even properly do. What does he say? Heâd brag about his work and his lifestyle if he was the type, but he isnât, and thereâs nothing else about him that heâd like to share. Heâs always straightforward when it comes to these things. Heâs picky; he does have a type, after all, but he always knows what they want and so do they.Â
So when he spots a woman by the bar - the one whoâd bought him a drink last night - he just smirks as she takes her shot and bites her lips when she catches him looking.Â
âHey, I finally caught you sober,â she giggles in his ears after she meets him halfway.Â
âAnd I finally caught you without a man next to you,â he whispers. âShould I be worried?â
âNah, he was just my plaything last night,â she responds. âI could be yours.â
Jungkook chuckles, enjoying her bluntness. He takes her hand and waves at his friends; they already know heâs taking off and they wonât hear from him for the rest of the night.Â
Itâs the way most of his evenings go anyway, whether heâs here or in Singapore or elsewhere, really.Â
Jungkook likes the thrill, he likes the shallow intimacy he gets from the feelings of ecstasy and carnal desire. He likes that he doesnât have to share anything about himself apart from his name so they could scream it, likes that thereâs nothing about the other person to uncover, and that thereâs nothing about himself he has to be honest about. He likes that heâll remember the pleasure until the next day but nothing else - not her breathing, not her gentle touches on his chest, not her soft whispers of his name.Â
Thereâs nothing much about her heâll care for other than that she had a good time. And thereâs nothing about tonight heâll regret, except not making sure that she left his apartment like he always asks them to do.
Because itâs Monday morning, and thereâs that woman wearing his coat and nothing else.Â
And then thereâs you, dressed in your skirt and blouse in his living room, with a look of shock on your pretty face.Â
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hhii ð«¶ðŒð I know you're probably busy and I visible kick my feet n twirl my hair when you post, your writing is so amazing ðð I would love any sort of p!tskp sugawara content 𥹠he doesn't get enough love
⥠elysian | koshi sugawara
warnings: timeskip! sugawara, fem! reader, coworkers to lovers, mentions of alcohol, reader went to shiratorizawa, making out, sugawara is a flirt bc i said so, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, sugawara is a gentleman, protected sex, rough(?) sex, fluff at the end, not proofread
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word count -> 5.3k (lol)
a/n: hiiii omg im sorry this took so long to make but i hope u like it!! koshi is my fave <3
Art has a funny way of bringing together people they would never meet. âItâs a catalyst of romance,â your professor used to say when you were in art school. But that was a year ago, and so far, there was nothing: no romance, no dates, nothing. However, you didnât mind one bit. Your art degree landed you a job teaching children at the local elementary school, and they brought you constant laughter. Sure, it was pure chaos the second a gaggle of second graders entered your classroom. But it was innocent chaos formed by nothing but the innocent minds of children longing to create something out of nothing. Getting paint on their hands or glue in their hair was chaotic, but it was free. Besides, it wouldnât be your problem if they returned to the homeroom covered in glitter. That was for their homeroom teacher to take care of. You were the fun teacher, the one who had all the neat stuffed animals and who put on cartoons in the background. Honestly, your job was perfect.
It became even more perfect when the homeroom teacher for your most recent class actually came to collect the children instead of you having to escort them back to their classroom. The children were happily giggling in line as you clapped your hands together. âOkay, guys, whoâs ready to return to Mr. Sugawaraâs room?â the children raised their hands in the air, various versions of yes filling the room.Â
âMiss!â one child pointed out. âMr. Sugawara is outside the door,â he said, his little voice slurring his words slightly. You turned around to see a green sweater in the window frame.
âOh, he must be coming to collect you today,â you smiled, patting the child on the head. You opened the door without looking, waving goodbye to your students.
âThanks for watching my kids for today, Miss,â his soft yet deep voice filled your ears. It sounded like warm honey rolling off of his tongue. âI know they can be a real handful.â
âItâs no probl-â your words stopped in your throat once you turned around. Holy fuck, Sugawara was handsome as all hell. He had such a kind face, and his silver hair matched him perfectly. And that beauty mark on his cheek? Fucking ethereal. He looked like one of the great masters painted him, jumping to life off of their canvas. âO-oh, hi, Mr. Sugawara! Yeah, your kids are no problem at all. In fact, theyâre a delight to teach.â you stammered, placing your hands in front of your belly.Â
Sugawara chuckled. âMaybe they just behave because you put on cartoons,â he playfully winked, instructing the child at the line's font to follow him. âWell, Iâll see you next week.âÂ
And with that, he left, the children obediently following him like a line of baby ducklings. You sighed happily, leaning against the doorframe until they were out of your sight. The door closed, and your hand lingered on the knob, mind being filled with thoughts of him.
âOh no,â you mumbled, running your other hand through your hair. âI have a crush on my coworker.â
You began to long for the days when you taught Sugawaraâs class because it meant you could see his handsome face outside of the window. He would even come in occasionally, greeting you with a friendly smile as he ushered his students out of the door. He was so caring, so kind and attentive. The way his students looked at him with such admiration in their eyes, there was no word for it other than adorable. Koshi Sugawara made you swoon every single time, and he had absolutely no idea that he had that power over you.
Today was a messy day in particular because the children got to make macaroni crafts with glue and noodles on construction paper. It was a reasonably elementary project (itâs an elementary school, after allâŠ), but it was so chaotic. Macaroni noodles were found in places that macaroni noodles should not be, and glue was somehow covering every surface it possibly could, including the ceiling. You will never know or hope to understand how a gaggle of giggling children managed to get glue atop a roof.Â
âAlright, kiddos, line up for Mr. Sugawara to come collect you for pick-up time.â you breathed out, wiping your forehead while the students shrieked in delight, fighting for the spot first in line. Your hands rested on your desk as you took a deep breath, glaring at the mess across your otherwise elegant classroom. âIâm gonna be here a while,â you mumbled, waiting for the doorknob to turn.Â
The childrenâs conversation stopped as their eyes turned to the now-open door, Sugawara smiling happily. âDid you all have fun today in class? Youâre so messy!â he chuckled, bending down to be at eye level with his students. âThe librarian is gonna bring you guys to your parents, okay? Be good for them now.âÂ
Various shouts of âOkay!â and âI can do it!â faded into the distance as the children left the classroom, holding their sticky hands together to follow the librarianâs lead. Sugawara sighed and ran his hands through his perfect wavy gray strands, winking at you. âWere they a handful today? It looks like it.â
You pushed off your desk and stepped towards him, secretly doing backflips in your mind. âWell, kind of. But theyâre delightful and-â
âYou donât have to sugarcoat it. I know they can be monsters sometimes.â he chuckled.
âYeah, they were monsters,â you sigh, shoving your hands in the pockets of your floor-length cardigan. âTheyâve been so good thus far. I donât understand why they went insane today. Itâs just glue and pasta noodles.â you groaned, looking at the mess across the rainbow-colored table that the children painted themselves. âIâm probably gonna have to stay after-hours to clean this up,â you rolled your head to the side in exhaustion. âWhich blows because I had dinner plans. And by that, I mean I was gonna order Chinese food and watch soap operas in my pajamas. Itâs Friday, after all.â the exhaustion from the students overrode your anxiety around your crush, making you much more candid.Â
âLook,â Sugawara took a step forward. âI know my kids were a pain in the ass today. I love them, but they were a pain. Let me help you clean up the classroom. Itâs the least I can do for causing you to miss Chinese food and pajamas night.â he shrugged off his green sweater vest, rolling up his white sleeves. You suppressed a groan at the sight before you. Did he know how tantalizing he was being?
âAre you sure? I can do it by myself,â you snapped the hair tie around your wrist, pulling your disarray of strands into a messy bun. âIâve cleaned up after them before.â
Sugawara shook his head, smiling. âDonât be silly, I donât mind at all. Itâs equally my fault, too. Now,â he stretched, exposing the tiniest bit of his midriff. âWhere are the cleaning supplies?â
You pointed to the cabinet under the sink, blushing softly. âUh, thereâs sponges in the sink. Theyâre ancient, though.â
âOld things still have use. Thatâs why we keep them around for so long.â he chuckled, holding a bottle of cleaner and a sponge. âIâll start on the tables. Maybe you can get the counters? The tables are the messiest.â
You shrugged off your cardigan, letting it fall onto the swiveling chair that the children loved playing on. You wore a simple black tank top, which was permitted by the schoolâs dress code as long as it had a cover-up that was buttoned. Sugawaraâs soft brown eyes lingered on you briefly, returning to scrubbing the tables. The minutes you were passed by with tasteful conversation between the two of you, ranging from various subjects such as what high school you attended to what made you want to become a teacher.
âNo way, you went to Karasuno?â you laughed, throwing away the third empty box of macaroni you had found. âI went to Shiratorizawa!â
âYou did not!â Sugawara laughed, cracking his back as he scrubbed the second table to a sparkling shine. âI canât believe you went there. You donât seem like the type.â he flashed you a smile; it was so pretty. All of his smiles were pretty.
âWhat, you donât think I could be prude and stuck-up?â you pretended to clutch your pearls. âIâll have you know that I was bullied constantly. Thank you very much.â
âCrap, Iâm sorry. I didnât-âÂ
âDude, relax. I didnât care one bit. The volleyball team you destroyed before going to nationals was always kind to me. Especially Goshiki, for some reason.â
âThe kid with the awful bowl cut?â
âExactly!â you giggled, enjoying the moment the two of you were sharing. âThey were always nice to me, even though I was the weird kid. I hung out in the art room most of the time, painting and sculpting,â you paused your scrubbing for a moment, nostalgia taking over your thoughts. âI kind of miss it.â
âTell me about it,â Sugawara scrubbed off the final table, sitting beside you on the caterpillar rug. âYou know I taught Hinata how to receive a ball and how he plays professionally? I feel proud but also sad. Heâs doing so much with his life.â
Your hand hovered above Sugawaraâs shoulder, landing on the soft fabric of his shirt to gently massage it. âHey, weâre doing just fine with our lives. We teach little people things they didnât know before, which has to count for something.â you offer him an assuring smile, your cheeks happily blushing.
Sugawara smiled in return, topping your hand with his own. âYeah, I guess it does count for something,â his gaze focused on the classroom, which was about three-fourths of the way clean. âHey, what time is it?â
âMaybe six oâclock?â you shrugged. âThe clock in this room is broken. A kid from another class threw a pebble at it.â
âDo you still think you have time for your evening plans?â Sugawara got off of the caterpillar rug, dusting off his slacks. He offered his hand for you to take, pulling you off the floor.Â
Nodding, you went to your desk to check the time on your phone. Yup, it was six oâclock. âI mean, probably. Why?â
âWould you mind if I joined you?â Sugawara blushed. âThis is going to sound stupid, but Iâve meant to ask you out for a while. I just donât exactly have the guts for that sort of thing, thatâs all.â
You covered your mouth with your hand, giggling. âYou wanna ask me out? ThatâsâŠwow. I mean,â you were at a loss for words, the prettiest shade of pink flooding your cheeks. âIâm more than happy to, Sugawara.â
He beamed at you, grabbing your wrist. âWell, would you wanna go to your place and order some Chinese food? I can pay. Iâll be a total gentleman.â he chuckled. His laugh was so gentle.Â
âYouâre cute,â you grab your purse, walk out of your classroom, and lock the door. Sugawara stood behind you, the grin not yet leaving his handsome features. âHow the hell are you single?â you joke, the two of you making your way to your car.
âI havenât the foggiest clue,â Sugawara giggled.
 You took your keys and unlocked the vehicle. âYou didnât drive here?â you tugged the handle of your car.
âOh, I did. I just wanted to walk you to your car. Was that not okay?â he looked worried.
You shook your head and smiled once more. âYouâre so sweet, Sugawara. Do you need my address?â
âYeah,â he typed your address on your phone, double-checking to ensure everything was correctly spelled. âSo, Iâll see you in thirty minutes?â
You nodded and got in your car, turning it on and driving away. Once you were out of the schoolâs faculty parking lot, you screamed joyfully as the radio played your favorite band. Your manicured fingers tapped on the steering wheel with the tune of the music, and the windows rolled down. You felt like you were in a romantic comedy, and it felt fucking incredible.Â
You entered your apartment, checking out your reflection in the mirror. There wasnât any use in changing into something more presentable; it was supposed to be a casual date. Your thoughts began to wander, focusing on Sugawaraâaâs handsome features. The way his gray hair swayed when he walked, the beauty mark under his left eye. He was beautiful, and he wanted to date you. Your hand caressed your cheek, your face breaking into a smile that rivaled that of a lovestruck schoolgirl. Did the hands on the clock suddenly get slower, or was it just the anticipation that filled your stomach with dancing butterflies?
The thoughts that raced through your mind made you groan, sliding down onto the chair in your kitchen. âHm, I should probably put out some wineâŠis wine casual? No, right? But weâre both adultsâŠso maybe itâs okay?â you grew frustrated, staring at the bottle that had been gifted to you by a coworker for your birthday. âItâs a special occasion, after allâŠwhatâs wrong with a little wine and Chinese food?âÂ
Your eyes wandered back and forth, following the tail of your cat clock until it was around when Sugawara said he would arrive. You waited anxiously by the door, excited to hear a knocking. Were you being too weird about this? You shook your head. Absolutely not. This was perfectly normal. Just two coworkers on a dateâwhat could go wrong?
Knock-knock. You jumped out of your thoughts and gulped, carefully turning the doorknob. Sugawara stood in front of you, still in his teaching outfit. Green sweater, white shirt, black tie. He held a small bouquet of roses in his hand, blushing softly. âI missed you,â
You leaned against the doorway, inviting him inside. âItâs only been thirty minutes,â you said, trying to keep it cool. Then, shutting the door, you walked away.
âIt was still way too long. Where should I put these?â he kicked off his shoes.
âIâll get a vase,â you said, taking the roses and bringing them to your nose. Their scent was extraordinaryâsmelling of romance and morning dew. It was no wonder they were such a romantic flower. âThese are pretty, by the way. Thanks, Sugawara.â You grabbed a tall, empty glass and filled it with water, placing the roses into it.Â
âKoshi,â he insisted, standing behind you. âYou can call me Koshi. I insist,â his hand trailed up your arm. âPlease, call me Koshi.â
You squeaked, goosebumps appearing on your arm. âW-wow, we're on a first-name basis already. You must really like me.â You tried to use humor to cope with the ever-growing tension.
âMaybe I do,â his husky breath whispered into your ear. Forgive me if Iâm being too forward,â he snuck his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. But I want you to be as close to me as possible.â
âKoshi!â you squealed, nearly dropping the vase. âI-I thought you were a gentleman!â your bottom lip trembled.
He hummed, resting his top atop your head. âI am, but I got the sense that you donât want me to be a gentleman right now,â he purred, his fingers snaking to the hem of your top. âEver since I saw you, I felt you wanted the same thing I did. We just never had the means to interact, at least not before today.â
âWhat are you sayingâŠ?â you turned your head to gaze into his eyes.
âIâm saying,â his hands slid under your top, his fingertips burning your skin. âEven though I want to sit on your couch and eat Chinese food with you,â his lips hovered above yours. âIâd like to kiss you first.â
Your breath hitched in your throat, the words you were about to say dying on your tongue. You could only nod, your face cartoonishly flushed as Sugawara held you closer to his form.Â
He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you gently and softly. His lips were plump and plush, faintly tasting of caramel and vanilla. Your lips rolled along with his, smiling into the kiss. He turned you around so you were pressed against the counter, your hands gripping the granite countertops. His hands rested snugly on your waist, rubbing the tiniest bit of exposed skin.Â
Sugawara broke the kiss after several blissful moments, snickering. âIâve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you in that classroom with my students,â he said, pulling you further into his chest. Your hands gripped his sweater. âIt took all my restraint not to pull you into a janitorâs closet and make out with you. All. Of. It.â he punctuated his sentence with pecks on your nose. âDid youâŠdid you feel that way about me, too?â
You chuckled. âOf course I did. I was just too nervous to say anything,â you assured him, leaning upwards in the hopes that he would kiss you again. âNow, are we going to get back to what we started, or are you gonna keep teasing me?â
Sugawara smirked, slamming his lips against yours with newfound confidence. His hands roamed further down your torso, landing on the curve of your ass. He squeezed it, earning a cute little moan from your pretty lips. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, pulling away after a second. He only took a moment's pause before forcefully tilting your head to the side, brushing your hair out of the way so his pillowy lips could better pepper your neck in kisses.
You gasped, your fingers finding purchase in his silvery locks. He groaned against your neck as you tugged, biting down gently onto the spot just above your collarbone. He relished in the noises that escaped your lips, sucking a perfectly circular bruise to mark you as his. âYâcan just cover it up with a turtleneck or something, right?â he mumbled, slapping your ass. âGod, you look so fucking sexy right now. Do you know that?â
âKoshi, I wore this to teach today. How the hell is it sexy?â you breathed.Â
âBecause itâs on your body,â he growled, nipping at your bottom lip. âThis kitchen isnât the proper place for what I wanna do to you. Whereâs your bedroom?â
His words made you weak at the knees. âA-around the corner,â you pointed.
âFantastic,â he grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the kitchen with a devious smirk. You giggled, both nervous and excited. He flung open the door to your bedroom, scooping you up in his arms and throwing you onto the neatly made bed.Â
You landed on the plush pillows behind you, giggling as Sugawara climbed over you. His hands landed on either side of your head, another smirk decorating his lips. âYou have an eye for decor,â he leaned down, hovering his lip against yours. His husky breath was like a drug. Who knew someone who seemed too gentle could be a completely different person in the sheets?Â
He crashed his lips against yours once more, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist as his tongue explored your mouth yet again. He groaned, sending shockwaves through your body. He was gentle yet dominant, making you want him all the more. Sugawara pulled away with a harsh smack of his lips, breaking the saliva strand connecting your lips.Â
The pads of his fingers danced on the hem of your top. His brown eyes bore into yours for permission to take it off. He thanked you with a peck on your now exposed abdomen, tossing your shirt aside. Sugawaraâs voice rumbled in his throat at the gorgeous sight of your bra, black and lacy. âFuck,â he cupped your breasts, the lace dancing with his fingers. âYou look so fucking pretty. Did you wear this just for me?â he leaned down, pecking the exposed portion of your pillowy breasts.Â
âMaybe,â you purr, gasping as his hand slid around your back, fidgeting with the clasp. âDâya want me to take it off, Koshui?â
âPlease,â Sugawara moaned, loosening his tie to unbutton his shirt better. âI love it when you say my name, fuck.â
Your bra was tossed aside, your nipples instantly perking up at the cold air in your bedroom. Sugawaraâs hands practically flew to your breasts, his shirt being tossed aside as well. His mouth found your pert nipple, sucking on one breast while his hand toyed with the other. He relished in your moans, but his brow furrowed when he heard you choking back the louder ones.
âDonât be quiet with me, princess,â he growled, his tongue flattening across your breast. âI wanna hear those moans of yours.â he bit down on the supple flesh, sucking another perfect purple bruise on the delicate flesh.
You gasped and tossed your head back into the pillows behind you, letting out the guttural moans that Sugawara craved. He smirked against your breast, stopping his sucking with a wet pop!
âGood fucking girl, did you hear how pretty you sounded?â he purred, his thumbs in the loops of your jeans. âMâgonna take this off you, okay cutie?â
You nodded and sighed, shimmying your legs so he could throw your jeans behind him. He took in the gorgeous view, prying your legs apart. âThose are some pretty panties you have on,â he chuckled, nudging your clothed core with his knee. âWhat do you want me to do to you, baby? I wanna make you feel so fucking good. You deserve it. My girl,â
His girl. Those words rang through your ears, your pussy getting wetter. âJ-just make me feel good, Koshi. Wanâ you so badly.â you looked into his eyes, your own filled with lust and desire for him.
He snickered. âWhatever my girl wants, sheâll get,â he pulled your panties down to your ankles, your goddess-like body now on display for him to admire. He took a thousand mental pictures of it, silently hoping you would stay like that forever.Â
âYou have such a pretty pussy. Look at her,â his fingers gathered some of your slick, bringing it to his lips. âShe tastes so fucking good.â he shoved his face in between your legs, licking a fat stripe up your folds. You gasped at the sensation, your legs instantly squeezing his face upon reflex.Â
âFuck!â his tongue was somehow both cold and hot, eagerly lapping at your soaked folds. You clenched the bedsheets, your thighs securing his head between your thighs. He didnât mind one bit, groaning into your core at every squeeze of your luscious thighs. He adored your taste; it was sweet and addictive. Sugawara couldnât get enough of you. He needed more. He craved more.Â
He ate your pussy like a starved man, acting like he hadnât drunk in weeks, and you were an oasis in the desert. His nose brushed against your clit, the added stimulation ripping whimpers off your lips. His index and middle fingers slipped inside your soaked entrance, curling inside of you, searching for your sweet spot. You cried, bucking your hips into his face.
âThatâs it, squirm around fâme, princess,â he demanded, his deep voice sending vibrations through your core. âShow me how good I can make you feel without even fucking you.âÂ
You hissed in pleasure, continuing to buck your hips into his face. Finally, his fingers curled inside you just right, acting as a catalyst. âMâgonna fucking cum, Koshi!â you sobbed, your release coating his fingers and lips. He pulled his fingers out of your pulsating core, replacing them with his tongue as he lapped at your release, the filthiest of sounds leaving his lips while his tongue fucked you through your high. Your thighs squeezed around his head, so tight and firm.
He reluctantly pulled away from your core, smiling while covered in your shimmering slick. Sugawara climbed atop you once more, slipping his covered fingers past your lips. âCan you taste yourself, princess? See how addictive you are?â
Your tongue rolled over his fingers with purpose. You knew what you were doing. âMhm,â you let go of his fingers, licking your lips. Your chest moved up and down, still attempting to recover from that mind-blowing orgasm. âSâgood, Koshi. You make me feel so good.â
âIâm about to make you feel even better, princess,â he got off the bed, unbuckling his belt to place on the vanity chair and his pants. There was a stain on his boxers, no doubt caused by his tip-gushing precum. The briefs were forgotten about as well. He stood before you just as naked as you were before him.Â
Sugawara was toned, thatâs for sure. All those years of playing volleyball had reaped their rewards, and he was fucking proud of it. He didnât quite have the most defined six-pack, but his abs were prominent, accompanied by a silver happy trail. His biceps rippled along with his shoulder muscles; he was beautiful, and you both were.Â
His cock slapped against his abdomen, glistening with precum. âDo you see what you do to me, princess? Dâya see how fucking hard I am?â he crawled above you, his hands caging your head in place.Â
His cock wasnât girthy, but it was long. Not so long that it would be painful, but long enough to make you see stars. It teased at your entrance, begging to push past your soaked folds. âPrincess,â Sugawara kissed your cheek. âDo you want me to use a condom? I brought one just in case.â his voice was reassuring. Even though he wanted nothing more than to demolish your insides, he would do whatever made you happiest. Whatever brought you the most pleasure, whatever could turn your vision white.
âCondoms are in the dresser drawer,â you pointed to the table next to your bed. He lunged over you and rummaged through it, eventually rolling the foil packet between his fingers. He ripped open the packaging with his teeth, moving the latex over his cock with ease. He made sure it was secure, tugging at the base of the condom.Â
âFor what itâs worth, you would look so pretty covered in my cum,â Sugawara purred against your lips, teasing your entrance with his tip. âAre you ready, princess? How do you want me to fuck you?â he clenched the sheets beneath him with knuckle-whitening strength.
âH-however, you wanna fuck me sâfine, Koshi,â you assured him, wrapping your legs around his waist. âI just want you to fuck me, please.âÂ
Shit, you sounded so pretty when you begged for his cock. Sugawara mumbled something incoherent and pushed past your entrance, slowly filling you up until the head of his aching cock touched your cervix. He hissed at the sensation of your tight walls fluttering around him, trying to pull him impossibly deep.
âHowever I want, yeah?â Sugawara leaned down, his face buried in the crook of your neck. âThen Iâm gonna fuck you like youâre mine.â
He snapped his hips against yours, each thrust more brutal than the last. He bottomed out each time, the head pressing against your cervix so deliciously. âAll fucking mine,â he groaned into your neck, sending electrical pulses throughout your core. Your legs locked around his waist, not letting him escape. Not like he wanted to, he could fuck you forever.Â
âKoshi! Oh, fuck, Koshi!â you sobbed, your hands clawing at his lean back. Your long, rainbow-colored nails left wild, catlike scratches that would likely be sore tomorrow. Sugawara fucking loved it. He loved how you reacted when he bullied his cock into your cunt, how it squeezed around it shamelessly. He fucking loved your pussy. Why did it take him so long to get the balls to ask you out? âLove yâdick Koshi, fucking love it!â
âI love you do, princess. Youâre being such a good girl and fucking taking it.â his hands moved your pelvis, hovering it over the bed so he could better pound into you. This new angle somehow made you take him even deeper, his balls slapping against the cleft of your ass. âYour pussy feels even better than I could have imagined, fuck.â he moaned as your cunt fluttered around his cock, driving him closer to the edge.Â
Suagwaraâs punched forward over and over again, getting drunk off your sickly, sweet heat. He left an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin until you were covered with his teeth marks. He pistoned in and out of your weeping cunt with reckless abandon, whispering filth into your ear as he approached his release.
âFuck, is my cock stretching you out, baby? Youâve been, oh my God, youâve been whimpering all this time. Am I too much for you?â he teased, squeezing harshly on your breast. âDonât worry, princess. Iâm gonna give you what you need, I promise. Just lemme keep fucking this cunt, yeah?â he rasped against your neck, desperately chasing his high. His hips lost all sense of rhyme or reason, throwing sloppy and uncoordinated as his cock twitch deep inside of your core.Â
âFuck, Iâm close. Yâfeel so fucking good, baby, fuck. Got me addicted to this pretty pussy, shit.â he whimpered, setting a relentless pace. The sound of your sweat-covered bodies slapping against each other in unison filled your apartment, the atmosphere thick with the scent of sex.Â
âKoshi! Feels so fucking good, need more,â you choked back tears, cupping his face to bring his lips to yours. Sugawara rasped against your lips, his kiss bruisingly passionate as he fucked you both through your lustful tremors.Â
âShit, Iâm gonna fucking cum, fuck. That pussyâs milking me for all Iâm worth, princess,â he tore himself away from your lips, his hips snapping once, then twice, then stopping their motions completely as he came. He moaned, his seed spilling into the condom.Â
He pulled out of you, tying off the condom and tossing it onto the floor. âIâll get that later,â Sugawara whispered before slumping onto your chest, burying his flushed face in your tits. You giggled and lazily kissed his forehead, treasuring this moment.
âI can confidently say that this has been the best first date Iâve ever been on,â you giggled, your thumb rubbing across Sugawaraâs beauty mark. âI mean, Iâve only ever been on a couple of first dates, but this has been the best one by a long shot.â
âIâm so glad, princess,â he groaned, pulling his face from in between your breasts. âIâm so lucky youâre all mine. T-That is if you still want to be.â his brows furrowed.
You chuckled and brushed his hair to the side. âOf course I do, Koshi. Iâve had a crush on you for a while now, dummy.â
âIâm not a dummy. Iâm a teacher!â he joked, a bright smile gracing his features. Sugawaraâs expression then softened. âIâm so glad youâre mine. This feels like the best dream ever.â he lazily pecked your lips, pulling up your comforter to warmly envelop you.Â
âDo you wanna just order food and lay here for a bit?â you mumbled, giggling as Sugawara repositioned your body so he was holding you.
âI would love that, princess,â his voice was soft and warm. âI canât wait to go on more dates with you,â he pecked your cheek. âAnd I especially canât wait to see my sexy new girlfriend at work wearing those cute little outfits.â his hands squeezed your breasts, causing you to yelp.
âKoshi!â you pretended to scold him.
âSorry, princess, I couldnât help it. Youâre way too pretty.â he giggled, pulling you closer to his chest. You heard his heartbeat; its smooth rhythm instantly made you calm. The two of you lay there, cuddled under your covers as you talked the night away.
Art did have a way of bringing people together, after all.
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I just read your Sub! Frances fic and OHMYGOD??? GORGEOUS. AMAZING. HOLY HELL THIS IS THE FIRST FIC THATS MADE ME FEEL THIS WAY IâA JOB MOST CERTAINLY WELL DONE ððâšð
I was wondering if you were up to writing more of it? I had this idea for Sub! Frances where heâs a doppelgÀnger and reader is part of the DDD cleanup crewâŠexcept when Francesâs doppelgÀnger is sent over to them, they decide to initiate a so-called mandatory âprocedureâ to âdiscipline himâ if you know what I meanâŠð€ð€ maybe even throw in some overstim and mind break~
Buttt feel free to ignore this if you want to, no pressure :)
sub! doppelgÀnger francis mosses x d.d.d! gn! reader
summary: how the clean-up crew likes to deal with slutty doppelgÀngers
wc: 1.5k
content warning: nsfw, dub-con, spanking, ball play, mind-break, overstimulation, fingering, anal, cock can be seen as strap, cum play, dirty talk, nipple play
authorâs note: hi guys! sorry for the wait, but thank u sm for 150 follows omg, u guys have been blowing up my blog ily all. thanks for the ask anon, i love this concept and i'm so happy u liked my first francis fic :') hope u enjoy this one too !! not proofread, minors please dni !!
the calls to the d.d.d. were slow today.
but when you finally got a call from the nearby apartment's security guard, you were quick to accept the job. what you weren't expecting was to find such a handsome man, awaiting his sentence, upon your arrival.
you soaked in the sight of him. his all too tight uniform and his dopey little hat that was a size too big, slipping over his brunette eyes. his sunken eye bags, long lashes and pleading expression.
the alarm was blaringly loud and the lights were blinding, but you still made your way over to the doppel, your breath fogging up with hazmat suit.
"i'm here for a mr. francis mosses?" you inquired, cautiously stepping closer to him. "is that you? or who you're impersonating, hm?" you tilted your head, driving him against the wall.
his eyebrows furrowed, back pressed flat against the wall in attempts to escape. he stayed silent, but you continued to stalk forward. "can't talk, huh?" you scoffed, shaking your head disappointedly.
your head turned to look at the aluminum sheet covering the security guard's window. you slipped your phone out of your pocket, dialing the security guard. "this might take a while. keep that window closed, yeah?"
you hung up, stuffing your phone away. your head quickly turned to look at francis with a glare. "turn around," you demanded, nodding your chin towards the wall.
"what?" the frown on francis' face deepened. you clicked up tongue, disappointed with his reaction. you gathered his wrists together, spinning him around and pressing his chest against the wall. his pants were so tight that you could see the outline of his balls.
"listen to me, slut," you growled, tightening the grip you had on his wrists. "when i tell you do something, you do it, yeah?" his back arched, rubbing the bulge of your cock against his ass.
"are we clear?" you glared down at him as he looked back at you with widened eyes.
"y-yes..." he shyly nodded with a huff.
you smiled at his obedience, moving back to create space between yourselves. "now, i know you've been a bad boy. messin' with the security guard, knowing you can't enter the building like this," you started, grabbing the fat of his ass.
he gasped, biting down on his lip to suppress the lewd sounds that were so desperately spilling out of his lips. "since you wanna be a brat. let me show you how we deal with bad boys like you." you spanked his ass roughly, kneading it gently afterwards.
"h-HNG!?" he panted when you slipped off his pants, exposing his bare ass. his cock twitched at the feeling of you pressing him against the brick wall, the ridges rubbing against his perky nipples.
"no underwear?" you chuckled, dragging your fingers down to fondle his balls. he squirmed in your gasp, little whimpers escaping his mouth.
he shook his head when he felt your thumb circling around the rim of his hole. "unnghhh...'s dirty down there, ooohh...!" your fingers slipped in so easily from the accumulation of sweat and slick, making him jolt at the thickness of your fingers.
"so deep, mmMNGH! y'keep hittin' that, hngh, s-spot..." he whined, leaning head back in bliss. the room was filled with the sound of francis' moans and the sloppy wet sounds of your fingers ramming into his hole.
you fucked your fingers into him, grazing them against his balls. and every time he got used to the thickness of your finger, you'd add another one to catch him off guard.
as much as he wanted to deny it, he was shamefully enjoyed the way your fingers pressed deep against his prostate. "ooOGHHH! m' g'na c-cum, HNGH! 'm c-cumming, cumming!" he whimpered, cum coating the wall.
his cum dripped onto his white uniform pants and rolled down the inner sides of his legs. he was shaking against you, slumping backwards into your arms.
"you think i'm gonna let you off the hook just 'cause you're cute, huh?" you shoved him deeper against the wall, the bumps flicking his nipples when you pulled him up. "who gave you permission to cum?"
his face paled as he shuddered at the look on your face. "'m sorry! needed t'cum s-so bad," he pleaded, shaking his head when you wrapped an arm around his tummy to arch his back more.
you dropped his wrists for him to ball his hands into fists against the wall to stabilize himself. "okay, be a good and count for me, then." he looked confused at what you meant then yelped when your hand came down on his ass.
"GHK!" he shrieked when you smacked his ass again.
"i'm not hearing any numbers, slut," you tsked, slapping his ass again. it was blooming pink, a stark contrast to the pale white earlier.
you spanked him again, prompting a moan from him. "hNGH! o-one, mnghh..." he huffed, he looked back at you with his cheek smushed against the wall.
you continued to torment his ass until it was bright red, throbbing when you brushed your hand over it. "you learn your lesson yet, or should we do five more, hm?" you cooed, rubbing the fat of his ass soothingly.
"n-no more, hnggh...learned my lesson," he begged, tears filling his eyes.
you laughed under your breath at his desperation, giving him a break. "alright, alright. quit your whining, needy boy." you caressed his cheek, wiping a tear from his eye. "c'mere."
you took him off the wall, leading him over to the aluminum covered window. he stood there in confusion, wondering if his punishment was already over. "are you letting me go now?" he furrowed his brows.
you laughed at his assumption. if only he could see what he looked like right now. his pants and underwear pooled at his ankles, his ass blooming red with cum splattered on his shirt with his nipples poking out.
the way he looked back at you with a flushed expression and tears lining his waterline made your cock throb in your pants. "i'm not letting you go for a long time, slut," you shook your head, unzipping your pants.
francis' heart thumped out of his chest at the sight of your bulge. "i'm not so sure how sound-proof this window is..." you stated, cock springing free from your underwear. "so unless you want the security guard to hear how much of a slut you are. i suggest you keep it down."
"m-mkay, i'll do my best," he nodded with a cute little pout on his lips. he looked so serious, wanting to impress you so badly.
"good boy," you stroked at your cock, inching closer to francis. "spread yourself open for me, yeah?"
francis' hands gripped at his ass cheeks, revealing his throbbing, dripping hole. his cheek was pressed against the glass of the window, looking at you for approval.
you slowly entered him, the tightness of his entrance making you grit your teeth. "hooHNGH! o-oh my god...haah," his mouth hung open, drool dripping down his lips.
he's never felt anything like this, nestled so deeply in his ass. the way you stuffed him so easily, kissing his prostate upon entry, made his cock twitch with pleasure.
"fuck. such a tight little thing, aren'tcha?" you grunted with a chuckle, you cock completely disappearing within him. "took me so well though, hm?"
you quickened your pace, thrusting into him with more ease. "n-nghhh! y-you're hitting that spot a-aghhhNGH, again..! 's too big, mmfph!"
you shoved your fingers into his mouth to silence him, rubbing your fingers against his tongue. "haaaaghnn! feelsh sho g-good, ahhnn..." he muffled out, even with your fingers filling his throat.
"told you to keep quiet," you grit your teeth, feeling him tighten up. "bratty boy isn't listenin' to me again. want me to stop?" you threatened, pulling out.
"n-no! k-keep fuh-ghh...f-fucking me, please! d-don't pull out, mnngh!" he begged, shaking his head furiously.
your tip teased at his entrance before fucking into him furiously. it's not like you could resist indulging him, especially with the expression he was making. eye rolled back, tongue sticking out with tears and drool spilling out.
he looked like a common whore, humping against you like a bitch in heat. "ooGHHK! r-right there! f-fuck, 'm close, hngh!" he nodded mindlessly.
your grip on his waist was bruising, as your free hand rubbed the buds over his shirt. "o-ooh, oh! c-cumming, c-cumming 'gain, h-HNGHHK!"
cum spilled into francis' hole, filling him up generously. his own cock was covering in cum as it had stained the window along with his fingerprints.
your fingers fucked the cum that was spilling out back into his hole as francis twitched in your hold. "feelin' alright, tiger?" you cooed, feigning innocence as if you hadn't just breeded his tight, little hole and filled him with your seed.
"u-uh-huh. wan' more...?" he nodded in a dazed, rutting his ass against your fingers. he cupped his chest, flicking his nipple with his thumb. "'again, ngh?"
the smile on your face was pure evil. he looked so desperate for your cock, your fingers weren't cutting it for him anymore. "fuckin' hell..." you cursed, tugging your cum-covering fingers out.
"again," you smirked, thrusting into him roughly.
#francis mosses#francis mosses x reader#sub francis mosses#that's not my neighbour#thats not my neighbor#smut#x reader#ncrescent asks
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MINHO in Hongkong #2 [Some stylists have the best jobs ð¥ºð]
#SHINee#minho#choi minho#minho in hongkong 2#analook#i can't even imagine how it must feel to be one of the stylists for shinee#mr handsome ð#my.gifs
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Study Session
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x classmate!reader
Summary: Aemond is assigned to a college work with Y/n, an absent-minded art student who doesn't give a damn about philosophy. Things don't go well since she doesn't help him at all, until the two come to an unorthodox agreement that ends the impasse.
WARNING: 18+ mdni! secret crush, semi-nudity, voyeurism, breast fetish, exchange of academic favors for "sex", modern au, no description for reader.
Word cont: 3.200k
Author's note: This just came to my mind while doing some really boring work and I ended up writing it. The Rosby house is close to Kings Landing so I chose this surname for the reader, I hope you like it.
Dedicated to the poor readers of The Gossip who read chapter 7 and are in need of some comfort for their souls after all that mess hahaha I love you all! English is not my first language ððð¥°
Y/n was so frustrated. That class was absolutely hellish and if it wasn't mandatory in her schedule she would certainly never even pass in front of the door. The only reasonable side to all of this was the fact that Aemond Targaryen sat in front of her during this unbearable class. He could be as arrogant as he wanted if he continued to be so hot.
The girl bit her lip as she stared at the back of his pale neck that was exposed to her eyes since his long silver hair was tied in a bun due to the heat wave. The two had never exchanged more than a few words, but Y/n couldn't help it, he was too handsome and intelligent for his own good.
She didn't know how he could understand that subject and answer all the questions the teacher asked as if they were obvious to him. Y/n did her best to hide her crush, but whenever no one was looking she couldn't help but sigh lightly as she looked at him.
She was barely in the same reality as the rest of the class when she heard her name being called harshly by the professor, pulling her out of her deep thoughts and back to real life.
-I'm sorry, professor, I was distracted. - She looked down, blushing when she realized that the whole class was looking at her while letting out light giggles.
-Which seems to be a very common occurrence with you, doesn't it? - The man spoke in an irritated voice and Y/n felt her face heat up even more.
-If you're interested in knowing, Miss Rosby, we're holding a draw for pairs of work for the semester. - The professor was still looking at Y/n as he spoke and reaching into the jar, he pulled out a new piece of paper.
-Aemond Targaryen.
Y/n felt her heart stop momentarily when she heard that name. Would her semester partner be Aemond Targaryen? The gods must have wanted to play with her.
-Good luck, Mr Targaryen, you will need it. - The man said, making the whole class laugh, except for Aemond, who, without Y/n noticing, glared at the teacher when he heard the mean joke.
After the class ended, the room gradually emptied, while the few remaining students put their books and notebooks in their backpacks. Aemond finished writing some notes in his notebook under the watchful eye of Y/n, who was anxiously waiting to talk to him.
And when he turned towards her with that serious look and that sculpted face, Y/n smiled and pretended to be disinterested.
-I don't understand half of what that man says. - She shrugged, staring at him while Aemond frowned. - I hope it won't be a problem for you to be my partner.
-Maybe you would understand if you spent more time paying attention in class and less time drawing. - Aemond rolled his good eye, putting away his own books while Y/n felt her belly heat up.
How did he know she was drawing in class if he had his back to her the whole time?
-I don't like studying boring things that guys who died centuries ago said and that don't make any sense.
-But do you like studying works that boring guys who died centuries ago painted and that don't make any sense? - He raised his eyebrows ironically, looking at her and Y/n's mouth slightly opened, not knowing what to say.
-That⊠That's not the point.
-Mmmm⊠if you say so. - The irony was poignant in his voice and expression and Y/n slightly narrowed her eyes, feeling the urge to argue more without knowing what to answer.
-They⊠They're not meaningless! - She snorted in annoyance and Aemond just let out a nasal laugh while raising his eyebrows.
-Most of them are just a bunch of meaningless scribbles. - He rolled his eyes, putting his backpack on his back.
-The name is surrealism, and perhaps underdeveloped minds don't understand it very well! - Y/n lifted her chin, pulled her own bag onto her shoulder and pressed the sketchbook against her chest, leaving before Aemond, leaving him with a mischievous smile on his lips as he watched her leave.
Y/n rolled her eyes, irritated with herself as she walked towards the open courtyard of the college, sitting at a stone table and throwing her bag on it, seriously considering diverting her idiotic crush on Aemond Targaryen to another guy.
Unfortunately for her, at the same moment the thought crossed her mind, his soft voice called her from behind and the hairs on the back of the girl's neck stood on end at the same moment, making her snort.
-We need to decide where and when we're going to meet to start the work. - He murmured and Y/n turned to look at him, snorting when she saw that he looked even more attractive with the sunlight shining through his silver hair.
In the natural light, the prosthetic eye was more visible than indoors, as was the thin scar that ran from the eye to the forehead and cheek. Y/n didn't give a shit, she just thought he looked even hotter if that was possible.
-Rosby? - Aemond called her, his voice miles away from taking her out of her self-imposed trance.
-I'm sorry, I got a bit distracted. - She shook her head, trying to focus on the conversation, and Aemond turned his face to the side, smiling discreetly at the action. - What did you say?
-We'll meet to start work.
-Oh, yes, yes. - She nodded thoughtfully. - How about the library?
-I don't study in the library, there are always idiots who go there to make a mess and interfere with concentration. - Aemond rolled his eyes with a frown, making her rack her brain to remember if she had ever messed up in the library.
-Yeah. They're all idiots! - She agreed, rolling her eyes when she came to the conclusion that she hadn't done anything wrong in the college library.
-We can go to my dorm. - Y/n shrugged, trying to be casual. - But my roommate is always there and never turns off the TV.
-Don't you have your own room? - He looked at her confused and Y/n laughed.
-Not all of us can own the campus. - She grimaced and Aemond rolled his eyes.
-Your family has money too.
-Having money is different from being a filthy rich Targaryen. - She grumbled as she gestured lightly with her hands, arching her eyebrows, and Aemond didn't contest her.
-Whatever, let's meet in my dorm, it's empty there and no one will disturb us.
Y/n nodded, subtly biting her lower lip at the idea that she would go to Aemond's room.
-Where is it? - She came back to reality, remembering to ask, and asking her for a pen, Aemond wrote down the number and the floor on the last page of the sketchbook that was on the table.
-See you on Friday. - He murmured, turning around and leaving her as soon as he finished writing, making her sigh once more at hearing that voice so close to her.
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Y/n did her best to look beautiful in the most disinterested way possible. Just a gray blouse with black denim shorts and a thin black coat on top, her hair tied with a simple clip and just a bit of lipstick. It was almost how she looked every day, except for the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, but with the coat on top he probably wouldn't even notice that fact.
Apart from the fact that when she got there she discovered that they were fixing the cooling system in Aemond's building and now she was without the coat and wearing only the thin blouse, attracting Aemond's discreet glance at her from time to time.
The two spread their materials across the table in the living room connected to the bedroom and sat on the floor to study. Unfortunately, Aemond was having more trouble concentrating in his own room than in the library, with the sight of Y/n in that blouse in front of him, scribbling drawings on her philosophy book while pretending to read something.
When he finally managed to read a few words, he could hear her melodious laughter from the other side of the table.
-What is it? - He murmured almost in a growl making her become serious.
-It's just that I'm watching and I think my shared dorm room would fit inside yours.- She shrugged and Aemond rolled his eyes without giving a verbal response.
Minutes later, when he went back to reading focused and taking some important notes, her voice rang out once again, distracting him.
-I'm so lazy. - Y/n threw herself onto the philosophy books open on the coffee table in Aemond's dorm room, and he slightly arched his eyebrows.
-You haven't done anything so far. - He grumbled as he took note of an important quote that he would probably use in the future during the work.
-Because this subject is totally boring. - The girl mumbled with her head still lying on the books but now with her face turned towards Aemond looking at him while slowly blinking her eyes feeling a little sleepy. Until now, nothing interesting had happened outside of her imagination.
-Boredom or not, I think it's better to start working on your part, because there's no way I'm going to give you credit for something you didn't do. - Aemond looked at her very seriously while Y/n sulked, crossing her arms under her breasts, slightly drawing the older man's attention there again.
-Are you always this boring, Targaryen? - Y/n snorted, making one of the loose strands of hair fly out of her pretty face.
-This isn't boring, this is justice. - His eyes were still discreetly fixed on the subtle neckline of the gray blouse that Y/n was wearing, except that now she noticed it, feeling her stomach tingle with the idea that Aemond Targaryen was looking at her.
-Talking about justice and being a total pervert. - She slightly pressed her eyes to him while tightening her arms under her breasts, making them more prominent, making Aemond cough with a subtle choke, looking away.
-Mmmm, I wasn't looking at your breasts. - He grunted looking in another direction.
-Ah, you certainly were. - She arched her eyebrows laughing. - If you want to know, women always know when you're looking.
-What's that? A weird sixth sense? - Aemond raised his eyebrows in disbelief, still a little embarrassed for having been caught.
-Something like that. - Y/n shrugged with a slight grimace, but then an idea popped into her head making her subtly bite her lower lip, staring at him as she gathered her courage.
-How about we make a deal? - Y/n was still biting her lower lip without believing she was actually going to say that to him.
-What kind of deal? - Aemond tilted his forehead, confused but interested, while his eyes inadvertently fell once again on her breasts.
-I'll let you be a perv and look at my boobs, and you do my part in this stupid job. - She suggested, slowly poking the hem of her own thin blouse under the attentive gaze of Aemond, who felt his own mouth drying up.
-Mmmm. - He mocked her with an ironic smile. - No deal. This work is almost 30 pages long, I want to at least be able to touch them.
-What? - She narrowed her eyes slightly while arching her right eyebrow now, not believing what he was saying.
-That's right, and you'll be topless while i writing the work. It's that or nothing. - He smiled maliciously as he arched his eyebrows, waiting for her answer, being almost certain that she would give up on the idea.
-Gods, you're more perv than I thought. - She grumbled, staring at him with a frown as she tried to process the fact that Aemond Targaryen really had asked to touch her boobs.
-Do we have a deal? - Aemond asked, still with a dirty smile on his face, and Y/n rolled her eyes at him, mumbling something to herself, unable to call him an idiot since she had given him the idea.
-We have a deal. - She spoke firmly, feeling soft shivers down her thighs as she said this, making Aemond subtly widen his eyes in shock at her accepting. - But⊠I don't want to read a single sentence about this subject, I don't want to know about these idiot philosophers and much less about their silly theories.
-These aren't silly theories⊠- Aemond rolled his eyes condescendingly at the girl's lack of understanding on such an important subject, it almost affected the crush he had on her⊠almost.
-Ah. - She cut him off instantly. - I don't want to know. Deal?
-Deal. - He grimaced in slight disgust, if she weren't so hot it wouldn't be worth all the effort, Aemond thought rolling his eyes.
With a sigh Y/n pulled the gray blouse of thin fabric over her head leaving her bare breasts exposed to Aemond's hungry and raw gaze that made her skin crawl almost instantly.
The moment she took off her blouse, Aemond took away his previous thought. She was certainly worth the effort and he would definitely do a thousand jobs like that just to take a look at those breasts.
Feeling confident under his gaze Y/n sat on the two-seater sofa and once again crossed her arms under her now bare breasts while looking at him with one of her eyebrows raised.
Taking a deep breath, Aemond sat down next to her, staring at that beautiful pair of breasts that he could say for sure were the most beautiful he had ever laid eyes on in his life.
-Can I? - He reached out his hands to her breasts, but stopped just before touching them, wanting her to be one hundred percent sure of what she was doing. And when the girl nodded positively while biting her lower lip and subtly pressing her legs together, he touched his palms, feeling her soft breasts and almost moaning at the soft sensation.
Little by little he moved his hands while looking at her with a very serious look, and with the tips of his thin fingers he began to massage her erect nipples with increasing dedication, observing the responses her body gave him. Every soft tremor, every subtle gasp, every press and rub of her thighs against each other.
-They're perfect. - He praised softly as he stimulated them, eliciting a soft moan from Y/n who bent down even more offering her own breasts to Aemond.
She was lost in his touches, so gentle yet so demanding. No one had ever given her so much pleasure just by touching her breasts, and Y/n wanted to moan with pleasure but was holding herself back so as not to seem so given. She pressed her eyes tightly, feeling the shocks of pleasure running through her body and going straight down to her completely soaked pussy.
Suddenly, with her eyes still closed, Y/n felt Aemond's warm breath close to her skin, and opened her eyes at the same moment, looking at him.
-What are you doing? - She gasped, looking directly into that blue eye that had left her fascinated since the first time she saw it and that now looking so closely she thought it contained some violet reflections.
-I said I wanted to touch, you didn't specify just using of hands. - He murmured dirtyly, lowering his mouth over Y/n's breasts and sucking deeply on her excited nipple, which curved her back against the couch, finally moaning loudly in pure contentment.
-Oh Aemond please more. - She whimpered, writhing and pressing her thighs together. - So good... so good.
From that moment on, it was impossible for her to contain her own moans, his mouth felt so incredible against her already sensitive nipples. With each suction she trembled and tightened her thighs while gripping the sofa tightly, almost digging her nails into the upholstery.
-By the gods, you have the tastiest tits I've ever tasted in my life. - Aemond moaned between the hungry sucks and firm, desperate caresses, sending a new wave of pleasure over her as she heard those words. And without control over her own body, Y/n put her hands in Aemond's hair, tangling her fingers there and holding her head against herself as she moaned his name in despair.
Her pulling on his hair did something almost wild to Aemond, he usually didn't like it when people pulled his hair, but at that moment⊠Fuck, it really felt good. And when she started moaning his name in a completely lacking way while rubbing her pussy on the couch like a desperate bitch in heat, he felt himself on the edge.
While he sucked and licked her left nipple, caressing the right one with his hand, drawing waves and waves of pleasure from her, he guided his vacant hand inside the gray sweatpants he was wearing and finally paid attention to his cock, which was leaking and making a mess against the fabric of his boxers.
He violently fucked his cock against the left hand while still inside his pants while inevitably moaning against Y/n's nipple, making her rub even harder against the sofa.
-Aemond. - Came Y/n's broken voice in a moan that was almost a whimper as she shuddered without control over her own body, writhing on the couch, feeling the unbridled pleasure of the orgasm taking over her.
And hearing her beg for his name as she writhed in the midst of orgasm, Aemond reached his own peak of pleasure, spurting against his own hand in thick, strong jets, moaning with contentment against Y/n's sensitive, reddened nipples.
The two remained motionless for a few moments, just trying to regain their senses completely taken over by the debilitating pleasure. Y/n's mind went completely blank as she laid her head on the back of the sofa, still panting, completely shocked since she had never cum just by stimulating her nipples. And Aemond, in turn, tried to regain his composure with his head still buried between his classmate's delicious breasts.
And when he finally raised his head, he couldn't resist the temptation to suck her nipple once more, making her gasp with overstimulation.
-Oh, Aemond. - She sighed complainingly, lightly pushing his head away with the palm of her right hand. - They're sensitive.
-Mmmm. - He murmured caressing her naked waist. -I could suck your tits for hours if you let me.
-I could let you. - She gasped, pretending to be uncertain about the subject even though she was still sensitive to his touch, feeling the inside of her thighs tingling amid the scandalous moisture in her panties.
-Well, it's 30 pages. - He shrugged, moving his caresses up and down her waist. - And as far as I know, the pairs that Hayford assigned are until the end of the semester.
-We'll have plenty of time. - He kissed her nipple once more, making her sigh.
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warnings: pet names, swearing, mutual pining, kissing, friends to lovers, fluffy, unprotected p in v, fingering, praise, teasing, soft!rafe, handjob, finger sucking, cum tasting, ownership (âyou're mineâ; said sweetly).
ð All of my asks got deleted ðð so I'm not sure who requested this, but thank you! The premise is that you and Rafe have been best friends for a while, and your relationship has become more romantic, blurring the lines between.
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Readerâs POV:
Vanilla and cinnamon waft through the kitchen, mixing with the string lights' warm, cozy glow. Christmas music softly plays from the living room TV, drowned out by the sounds of his laughter and yours.
Rafe was entirely too distracting and far too charming. âYou sure you know what youâre doinâ, sweetheart?â He teases as he leans back into the counter with that frat boy smile. His blue eyes sparkle mischievouslyâ tousled chestnut hair falling along his forehead, so perfectly undone itâs almost unfair.
âStop,â you laugh as you shoot him a look. ââCourse I know what Iâm doing⊠Unlike you, Mr. âHow does the microwave work, again? Canât get this fuckinâ thing to start.ââ
His mouth falls open in disgust as he pushes off the counter, walking to your side, bumping you with his elbow playfully. He stays close, the brush of his skin against yours sending electricity through you.
âThat was one time,â he whispers playfully.
You shake your head and bite your lip as you feel the warmth of his words so close. It's closer than he usually gets, making your heart flutter. âYouâre hopeless-â
âHopelessly handsome. Mâfuckinâ sexy,â he rasps as his fingers find your sides, tickling you. You scurry away, but he grabs you, pulling you back in. âAdmit it,â he grins. Your cheeks burn hot from your smile, crumbling under his beautiful gaze.
The two of you have been dancing around this for weeks: flirty texts, late-night drunk phone calls that stretched out until the sun came up, lingering touches just like this. It was intoxicating and maddening.
"Youâre alright," you whisper, watching the corners of his lips curl into a smile.
âYeah?â He breathes as he moves in closer. âCould say the same about you.â
Beep.
The timer goes off, shattering the tension for the moment. You pull away reluctantly, grabbing the oven mit as your racing heart starts to slow. âUmmâŠâ You giggle nervously. âCan you roll that out for me?â
You gesture toward the rolling pin, and Rafe nods, hanging his head slightly to conceal his smile. "Yes, ma'am," he drawls with that rich southern charm.
He walks past you, a large hand brushing against the small of your back as he makes his way to the sugar cookie dough and pin. You inhale slightly at the contact between you, making him look back with a smile.
The two of you work beside each other for a little longerâsilence fills the space for the first time all night. But his heavy gaze speaks volumes as you catch him stealing glances out of the corner of your eye.
âAll done,â he beams, looking down at his work proudly, the cream-colored dough spread out on the counter perfectly. You step away from your place, setting down the frosting knife before looking up at him. âGood?â
âLook at you,â you coo.
His eyes fall to your lips; mouth tugging into a quick, sly smile.
âAre you okay?â You ask softly.
âYeah, baby,â your stomach falls as that name leaves his lips so easily that he doesnât even notice it himself. Rafe lifts his hand, brushing his thumb against your mouth. âGot a little somethinâ on your lip. Youâve been lickinâ the spoon or what?â He hums, his voice thick and sweet like honey. He draws his thumb between his lips, sucking down as your heart thuds in your chest.
You step closer, your body drawing to Rafe like a magnet. âYouâre makinâ this really hard,â he mumbles as his baby blue eyes rest on yours. âYou know that, right?â
You swallow hardâyour mind, a mix of emotions. âYou arenât exactly making this easy either,â you whisper.
He smiles at your words, making your knees feel weak. âWhat if I donât want easy,â he asks as he cups your soft cheek in his big hand, and you tilt into his touch. "You're beautiful, princess," he mumbles, his voice reverent. "Just perfect." You turn your cheek slightly, feeling slightly nervous, but he uses his finger to draw you back in, guiding your eyes to his. âYou are."
âThank you.â
âI don't know how long I've wanted to tell you thatâit's been a while. So long⊠too long. I just didn't wanna fuck this up.â
âYouâre my best friend,â you whisper, and he looks down at you, his smile falling slightly.
âYouâre my best friend, too,â he assures.
âI don't want easy either-â Before you can say anymore, you close the gap, pressing your lips against his, soft and sweet, ramping up fast. A deep groan rumbles in Rafeâs throatâ kiss deepening, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you into his muscular chest, hearts banging against each other, the taste of sugar lingering on his soft lips.
He pulls back for a moment, your airy laugh mingling with his as your excitement bubbles up in your chest.
âFuck, princess,â he sighs blissfully, cupping your cheeks in his ringed hands, pressing his forehead against yours.
Beep.
The timer breaks you up, and he sighs, letting you go for the moment. You step toward the oven, your head dizzy with thoughts of Rafe and what had just happened as you replace a sheet of cookies with the next item, carefully selecting the brownies to give yourself a little more time in between. You reach up, pushing the numbers, selecting thirty minutes.
Rafe bites his lips to hinder his smile, catching the boost in time from the last, watching you divert from your cooking schedule to get a little more time with him, or so he hopes.
"Should we⊠Umm. Should we do something while we wait?â You ask as you nod toward the living room.
âYeah, baby,â he responds quickly, racing against the clock. He clears his throat, catching himself acting too hurriedly. â⊠You wanna watch a movie or somethinâ while we wait?â
The two of you walk over to the couch, crashing down on the top before pulling up Netflix. Your body feels awkward after what happened, knowing you could get away with more, trying not to go too far, just in case. You replay the kiss in your mind again and again as you look through the movie titles, not concentrating as you should, but between those thoughts and Rafeâs glances, itâs hard to focus.
âThat one?â He asks gently, not looking at the screen but at you, just wanting you to pick something.
You smile and nod, selecting the movie, but it instantly fades to the background.
You inch closer, your arm touching his, the heat of your skin brushing gently. Rafe turns toward you slightly. Your head finds his shoulder; Rafeâs muscular arm stretching wide before wrapping it around your body.
He pulls you nearer, needing you closeâhis soft breaths syncing with yours. You reach your hand out, resting it on his thigh. Time starts to blur as the touches become bolder: tracing skin, wandering fingers, soft hums at deeper pressure, desperate touches dipping under clothes.
Beep.
You draw a resounding breath, pushing it out slowly; the air between the two of you, charged with sexual tension.
Moving quicker than usual, you pull the brownies out of the oven, carefully selecting the next: the cinnamon bread, giving you even more time.
A smile slips your lips as you look back into the living room, catching Rafe peering over the couchâ caught in a moment of excitement, seeing the time himself.
You walk into the living room, feeling the anticipation rise as you get closer. Rafe sits up on the couch, and right when you get close enough, he grabs for you, pulling you on top. He wastes no time pressing his lips against yours, unwilling to take that risk again. ᅩ
The kiss is divineâdeeper than before, more urgent than ever. You rest your hands on his chest, moving lower and lower as your pulse quickens. Rafe moans against your lips, sending a surge of need straight through you.
Your fingers curl under the bottom of his shirt, tugging at it slightly, and he takes his cue, pulling it off between passionate kisses. His big fingers reach up, thumbing at the buttons of your blouse, popping them open as his lips move with yours.
Reaching your hands behind your back, you unclasp your bra before he can even ask, making him moan hungrily against your lips. He buries his face in his chest, nuzzling into your sensitive skin.
Rafe takes your nipple between his plump lips, swirling and sucking as your head falls back.
He pulls away; his eyes half-lidded, pupils blown with lust. âDonât stop,â you plead, your voice hoarse and needy.
âTell me what you want, baby,â he hums as he wraps you a little tighter in his arms, kissing along your neck. Your head falls to the side, giving him better access to you skin.
âI want youâŠâ You whisper. âAll of you. Please,â you plead.
âRight here?â He asks. You feel Rafe smile against your neck before his hand drifts under your skirt, fingers brushing against the soaked lace of your panties.
âRight here,â you whisper as you rest your hand against his pants, cupping his big, hard bulge in your hand, whimpering against his lips at his size alone.
âAnd what do you want right here?â He asks with a teasing edge, making you smile dreamily, thinking back to how many times you yearned for this moment, imagining this is exactly how he would act. He wants to hear itâŠ
âI want you to fuck me, Rafe⊠I need you,â you slip your hand into his pants as he pushes your panties to the side.
You capture his tongue between your lips, sucking as you wrap your fingers around his thick dick. Rafe groans deeplyâthe pads of his rough fingers start circling your aching clit. âI wanna fuck you, princess,â he smiles as his fingers trace your soaked slit too, teasing your entrance. âI wanna push my cock deep,â he mimics his word with a thrust of his hand, fucking two long fingers in your tight hole, making you gasp. âI want you to cream all over my cock, princess. I wanna make you feel so, so good,â he hums between kisses as he curls his fingers inside you, making your toes do the same.
âShit,â you pant as he drags his fingers across you g-spot again and again. You tug on his long cock, pulling to the tip, making him bite down on your lip as you smudge his precum over his swollen head.
"Rafe, please,â you whimper, craving more.
âYou donât wanna cum on my fingers, pretty?â He rasps, his smirk heard in his low, deep tone.
âI wanna cum on your cock⊠Please. I haven'tâŠâ
Rafe slows his movements slightly, tilting his forehead against yours, breathing quickly. âYouâve never cum before?â He asks, his voice laced with lust and curiosity.
âNot like that-â
âIâd be the first?â He asks hastily, and you nod your head âyes.â "FuckâŠâ He mumbles under his breath, his voice raw with desire and need.
Before you can think, he rolls you to your back, pushing your skirt around your waist and your panties down your thighs. Rafe rises on his knees, tugging his pants down, releasing his long, hard cock.
Precum drips off his throbbing tip, landing your soft skin; rolling warmly down your inner thigh making goosebumps flair across your bare skin.
He looks down at you desperately, but you already know what he wants to ask. âI wanna feel you, Rafe,â you whisper as your fingers swirl, circling your puffy clit, making your thighs draw in, as you keep yourself on edge.
âYeah?â He asks as he tilts down, spreading your thighs again, stroking his fat cock as he lowers himself to your lips. âYou want me to fill up this perfect pussy, princess?â Your heart races as his filthy words fall from his lipsâjust like you guessed they would.
â⊠Please, baby,â you whimper, lips brushing against his as he rubs his fat tip along your slit, bumping your fingers, making you move your hand awayâa look in his eyes letting you know he was going to take care of you. âI want to feel you dripping out of me.â
He moans at your words, and you gasp as he circles his head around your clit, eyes rolling back in your head. âYouâre gonna, baby⊠All night. Alright?â
Rafe grabs your wrist, slipping your slight fingers in his mouth, tasting your pussy on his tongue for the first time. He sucks down, eyes rolling back, groaning around your digits. âSo fuckinâ sweet,â he pants. âIâm gonna get you off with my mouth later⊠You ever done that before?â
âNoâŠâ You pant.
âHoly shit⊠Iâm gonna make you feel so good, okay? I'm gonna be all you need, I promise,â Rafe whispers as he presses his big cock against your entrance, your lips falling open from the stretch already. "Are we doing this, baby?â
âYes-â You whisper, pulling his lips to yours as he thrusts inside. You moan against his mouth, never feeling so full.
âFuck, baby,â he groans as he bottoms you out; your warm, wet cunt wrapping around him tight.
He tips his hips upward, stretching you out even more, making you cry pitifully against his mouth. âShit,â you whine as tears pool at the corners of your eyes.
âBaby, mpfhhhâŠâ He grunts as he pulls back, looking at you. âFeels good?â
You nod quickly as tears of pleasure and happiness tumble down your cheek, lip tucked between your teeth. âSo fucking good⊠More, baby. PleaseâŠâ
âYeah, sweetheart?â He asks as he drags out, letting you feel every curve and vein, brushing your tears off your face with his thumbs. âHow do you want it?â
âFastâŠâ You whisper. â⊠Deep. Fuck me deep, Rafe.â
âYeah, princess?â He asks as he starts to move, picking up the pace. âThatâs how you like it?â
âMhmm,â you respire, barely pressing the words past your lips before they get caught up in a moan. Rafe ramps up the pace, pounding you into the couch, burying you to the hilt.
Your arms wrap around him tight, nails clawing into his tanned skin, scratching down his back as his skin claps against yours.
He grunts with each thrust, the muscles in his jaw strained, trying his best to hold back his finish as you get closer to yours, wanting desperately to cum with you.
âRafeâŠâ You whine as you look at the slight space between your bodies, watching your sloppy cunt take every inchâRafeâs dick pulls out each time, slicked with your wetness. âMâgonna cum.â He angles his hip, just like he had at the start, making your eyes cross slightly before fluttering shut.
âLook at me, baby. Come on,â he whispers lovingly, letting his thumb brush along your bottom lip just like it had in the kitchen earlier, that soft touch contrasting the slamming of his body against yours.
âIâm gonna-â
âHoly shitâŠâ He moans as your pussy tightens around him, your body cumming harder than it ever has before, taking him with it. Rafe moans your name as his hips stutter, muscles flexing as he floods you with his sticky release.
He pulls back just enough to look down at you underneath himâ his soft lips claiming yours tenderly as your bodies soften against eachother.
You breathe a deep sigh of relief as he kisses the corner of your lips, then your cheek, working to your neck before tucking himself close.
Rafeâs rich cologne mixes with the warm smell of sex and the sugary sweetness around you. The sharp beep of the timer startles you both, breaking you out of your spell.
He doesnât let goâhelping you back into your clothes before walking to the kitchen. Rafe leans back into the counter as you walk toward the oven, your heart racing still.
âNot quite yet,â you giggle, pushing the three words past your lips through nerves, giving the bread a little more time.
You turn toward Rafe, and he smiles down at you. The silence between you isnât uncomfortable, your words youâre both dying to say on the tips of your tongues, makes the tension and excitement between you even sweeter.
âCoâmere,â he whispers as he reaches out his hand, pulling you toward him. Your body relaxes in hisâ the pounding of your heart in your head slows and softens, leaving behind the gentle melody of the music playing.
You lay your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat fall as you sway to the music together. The lights are lowâjust a twinkle above. Rafe rests his chin on your head, taking a deep, needed breath. âAre you okay, princess?â He asks sweetly.
âI am,â you smile. âThat was amazing.â
Rafeâs muscles soften; his uncertainty melting away at your words. "Youâre amazing," he hums, just over a whisper. You lift your eyes to Rafeâs, watching them glimmer as he looks down at you in adoration and disbelief like he still canât believe that this happened himself. âI need to ask you somethinââŠâ
âOkay,â you whisper as your pounding heart muddles the sound of the music again.
"Everything I said before⊠I meant that. I donât wanna keep pretending like weâre just friends. Iâm done fakinâ it,â his voice lulls with emotion as he tries his best to control his feelings before speaking again. âEspecially after thatâŠâ
âThat was perfect,â you smile, giving him a little more assurance.
âBe mine. Officially. I want thisâ You and me. Alright? Just⊠Fuckâ Just say âyesâ.â Rafeâs vulnerability almost brings you to tears; his confidence shattered completely as he waits for you to speak, hoping for your heart.
You look up at him, pulling him a little closer, letting your soft lips brush against his, breathing a sigh of solace as you whisper the words you've always wanted to say.
"Iâm yours.â
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Helloooo can I request single dad Toji living with his son megumi but then neighbor reader moves in and yk HAHHAHAH anyways love ur works
Hi!! Okay, okay, okay SOOOOO cute 𥰠I LOVE this trope sooooo much. Thank you smmm anon ðð I have the smexiest ask in my inbox rn, so I thought I would start with some innocent fluff ð€
Toji is like... super down bad in this one btw
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Toji swore off of dating the day he became a single father. Never again, he told himself. He was too busy. Too preoccupied. Too grown to be playing a twenty-something year old's game. It was evident by his whisps of gray hair, earned over the three and a half challenging years of fatherhood.
When Megumi was first born, Toji found him and his bundle of joy a nice enough apartment, conveniently next to an uninhabited one so Megumi's cries wouldn't wake up any neighbors. Toji kept his head down and focused on what he needed to do. He worked, he took care of his baby boy, and he just kept moving forward.
And he kept good on his promise... very good. Until you showed up.
"Oh, good morning Megumi! Hi Mr. Toji, how are you guys doing today?"
There you were. A beautiful, shining sweetheart, kind and angelic down to your very core. A college student, roughly twenty years old, full of life and hope and love. And the Fushiguro's neighbor of six months.
"I told ya' a million times doll, don't call me Mr. Anything. Makes me feel older than I already am." Toji can't help the way his heart pulses in his chest everytime you flash that bright smile his way. He wishes he could.
"Okay, Mr. Toji." You giggle him off, shrugging away his gruff tone as Megumi let's go of his dad's finger and starts waddling over to you, the smallest smile parting his chubby cheeks.
"Hi y~y/n. M'mmorning. I have new shirt." Megumi makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand with one of his while the other stretches the fabric of his yellow and blue t-shirt towards you, showing it off.
"Oh wow! I see! You look very dapper this morning, Megumi!" Toji watches as you crouch down in front of Megumi, absent-mindedly patting down the raven strands of hair protruding out of the little boys' scalp
Hm, Toji thinks, watching as you blabber back and forth with the little man, smile widening more and more with every word Megumi stumbles out.
A buzzing notification from his phone distracts him from the heartwarming scene. Fuck, graveyard shift tonight.
"Well, I'm very glad you like it, you look suuuuper handsome, just like your daddy." Toji's ears perk up when he hears that. He let's a smirk slip when he realizes you're already looking at him, holding little Gumi's hand.
Hearing Megumi's quiet giggles reminds him of his current conundrum. He doesn't have anyone to look after Megumi tonight.
"Um hey, y/n, are you busy tonight?" Toji scratches the back of his neck, keeping a cool composure as his heart picks up speed.
"No, I don't think so! Why?" You stand up, caressing Megumi's head when he clings to your legs.
"I don't like asking for favors, but could you watch Megumi tonight? I'll pay ya." Toji ignores Megumi's excited squeal at the mention of spending the night at your place, knowing at this rate, he would probably have the same reaction.
"Oh my god, I'd love to! You really don't have to pay me, it would be my pleasure. He's such a little gentleman." Almost as excited as Megumi, you agree, softly squeezing the toddler's tiny shoulders.
You say your goodbyes, explaining how you need to run to the store and that Toji can drop Megumi off whenever.
As you wave goodbye, Megumi turns back to his daddy, huge smile overtaking his dumpling face.
"Yay, tank you dada! I wuv y/n, so nice and pretty." Toji has never seen his little boy so excited.
"Yeah, me too, little guy." Toji mused, walking down the apartment building's hallway, distracted by confirming his shift with his boss.
"Dada wove y/n too?" Megumi mumbles to himself, looking up at his dad with bright, hopeful eyes.
"Uhm, huh? Uh she's a very nice young lady, Megs." Realizing what he said, he backtracks, distracting Megumi with under chin tickles.
"Okay Dada." Megumi giggles, scrunching his chin to his chest, trying to stop the tingles infecting his little body.
...
Megumi was quick to warm up to you when you first moved in. It was just something about you. Maybe it was the same thing that had Toji head over heels the moment he first talked to you.
You were so refreshing to be around. Both Toji and Megumi were so used to only having each other. A young, smiling, motherly woman was such a fulfilling person to have around. Like a missing piece. Your presence was magnetic to the small family, both of them adoring you, only in different ways.
Everything about you was so beautiful. It almost made Toji nervous...
"Dada... knock knock." Megumi pulls Toji's hand towards your door, reminding him of the task at hand.
"You got it bud." Toji picks Megumi up under his armpits, letting him do the knocking.
Immediately, the door swings open, revealing a smiling you, clad in a flimsy tank top and baggy sweatpants.
"Megumi!!" You exclaim, laughing as the little boy grabs your neck and transfers himself into your arms.
"Yayyayayay, y/n!" Megumi squeezes you before turning to his dad.
"Bye bye, dada. Night night." Megumi immediately waves to his dad, almost kicking him out.
"Hold on, little man. Let me talk to y/n for a minute." Toji huffed a laugh as you smiled, moving to the side to let him in.
Toji declined coming in, explaining that he didn't want to intrude. He began explaining that Megumi was due for sleep, saying how it's already way past his bedtime. You point to your room, assuring him that Megumi would be sleeping like a king and that you were drowning in school work, too much to worry about sleeping on the couch.
Toji nodded along, beginning to tune your melodic voice out as he observed the way a sleepy Megumi snuggled into your neck, and the way your hand cradled his head, carding through his messy hair.
"Okay, well, I don't want to keep you too long, Toji! Megumi is safe and sound, and will be asleep verrryyy soon." You tease the little boy, knowing that he's already fighting sleep, dozing off on your shoulder.
Toji smiled when he didn't hear an honorific before his name. Your body froze up as he moved unbelievably close to you, face rubbing against yours as he cups the back of Megumi's head, kissing him goodnight.
"Thanks again, text me if you need anything. Be a good boy Gumi, love ya." Toji waves goodbye as you close the door, turning in your place to take a deep breath, feeling your heated cheeks with the back of your hand, pulling yourself together. What a man.
Your fan-girling subsides when you feel a yawn against your neck, reminding you of the exhausted little boy in your arms.
"Let's get you to bed, buddy. We can have fun in the morning, okay?" You feel a mumble on your skin as you walk to your room, taking in the little boys matching pajamas, little toes covered with fluffy socks. Your heart melts in your chest. How cute.
"Alright, there we go. All set, bud?" You smile down at Megumi tucked in your pink bedding, little head resting on your memory foam pillow.
"Back rub, please?" Megumi pleads, instinctively rubbing his scalp with flat hands. That's where the messy hair comes from.
"Okay, bud." You soften your voice as the boy rolls around in your bed, laying on his chubby little tummy.
He hums happily when he feels the weight of your hand on his back, making grabby hands at your unoccupied one, asking to hold it.
"Dada woves you. He said so to me." Megumi smiles softly, squeezing you hand.
"Oh! Um... oh! He said that?" A wave of shock and flush runs through your body, chest and face heating up.
"Mhm. He thinks you're pretty. I think he wants- marry you." Gumi goes rouge as sleep clouds his little mind, cutting into his own sentences.
"Allrrighhtt Megs... let's focus on bedtime, okay?" You giggle out, feeling like a schoolgirl after hearing the unreliable narrator's thoughts.
"Mmh, okay. Night night, Mama."
...
You didn't get a lick of sleep. How could you? Piles of work was banging at your brain, but the only thing you could think of was Toji and Megumi. Mama.
Pulling at your face, you snap out of your panicked thoughts when you hear a door open and the weight of a tiny body running to your couch. Looking up, your heart breaks in half.
"Y/nnn, bad dreammm. I had bad dream." Megumi sobs out, hands seeking comfort in his hair rubbing his head in agony. His face is puffy and red as tears run down his chubby cheeks, sniffing and crying.
"Oh Gumi, I'm sorry baby... here, come here honey." Climbing onto the couch, Megumi rushes into your arms, holding onto you like you would disappear. Sighing, you stand up with the little boy koala bear-ing you, pacing back and forth as you hush him.
Gazing at the time displayed on the oven, you see that it's already four in the morning. Megumi burrows himself into your body, getting as close as possible to you, seeking the maternal comfort your provide.
"M so sleepy. Don't wanna be by myself." Megumi eventually sighs after tiring himself out, fidgeting with the strap of your tank top.
"Let's sit down, okay bubs? Let's just take some deep breaths." You feel like a nervous wreck, hoping you're comforting Megumi well enough, not fully knowing what to do.
Sitting back down, you pat his back, resting your head on the back of the couch. The weight of Megumi's tired head on your chest grounds you. As you begin dozing off, you feel Megumi's grip on you relax, signaling his sleep.
Exhaling, you rest your arms around the resting lump, finally letting sleep overtake you.
...
Bright and early, you're awoken by the sounds of cabinets opening and closing. You freak out, thinking someone was ransacking your apartment before you open your eyes to see a little body wandering around your kitchen.
"Thirsty." Was the only explanation you get from the messy haired boy as he continued look for a glass.
Pouring him a glass of water, you place him on a chair in your small kitchen, starting his breakfast.
Megumi mumbles to himself as you prepare his scrambled eggs, keeping himself entertained. As you sit across from him, placing his plate in front of him, he smiles and thanks you quietly before digging in.
You drink your coffee, enjoying the peace and quiet provided by Megumi's preoccupied mind...
"Y/n?"
"Yes, Gumi?"
"Do you love dada?"
Megumi brings it up again. Great. Nosey little boy.
"Because I want a mommy. And you're good at it. I think you should be my mama."
"Hey, Gumi, what's your favorite dinosaur?" You blurt out, stopping the conversation as soon as possible.
The little boy glares at you, too smart to be tricked, but giving in anyway.
"T-rex."
...
"Dada! Y/n took good care of me!" Megumi sung the highest of praises when you opened the door to an exhausted Toji.
"I'm sure she did! I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Toji teased, seeing the dark bags manifesting under your eyes.
"No, not at all, he's a very good boy." You smiled giving Megumi one last hug before he grabbed onto his dad's thumb.
"Thank you so much again, really it means the world to us." Toji reminded you, pulling a fifty out of his pocket, almost begging you to take it. You insisted on him keeping it, joking that the economy is too tough to be stealing his money. Saying their final goodbyes, Toji and Megumi left you alone with your thoughts.
Oh my god. Toji looked so good. His sweatshirt made his already huge frame look unbelievably broader, looking so protective as he held onto his little boy at your door.
You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you.
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genre: actors au, smut, toxic relationship, angst
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warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT very toxic and manipulative wonwoo, actor!wonwoo, self confidence issues, self-image issues, mentions of dieting to alter appearances, implied big age gap, fwb dynamics, usage of pet names (doll, love, babe, darling), dom-sub dynamics, dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, public sex, implied spanking and edging, unprotected sex (do not do this irl pls), mirror sex, mild bondage, oral (m. receiving, f. receiving), verbal fighting, very ambiguous ending.
wonwoo doesn't even know your name. but his eyes have been on yours through the entire evening of the post-premiere party. you're happy being a wallflower- you don't even expect anything else. Because why would anyone notice a simple side character when there are so many stars to steal the show?
and yet, his eyes have strayed to you through the crowds of the party. even when he's in the spotlight, even when all the cameras are flashing on him, even when his co-star, who's the highest-paid actress in the country right now, keeps rubbing her body against his arm; even when every other woman in the party is busy flaunting their figures and their charms to him; even when everyone has their eyes on him.
you think you're mistaken. you quietly sip on your cocktail, staying on the sidelines. you're not really looking for attention tonight. your character might be a small one, just a minor role, but you're still extremely proud of yourself. you've just made your film debut, and you're just twenty-three. young enough for just a little success to fuel infinite adrenaline, but also old enough to know how to control your fire. tonight is for the small victories for you, and you've made up your mind to retire early, and go home to your friends and actually begin the party.
"y/n?" you spin around so fast that your hair whips into your face.
"mr. jeon?"
wonwoo's right there, his hair slicked back with gel, wearing the hottest design of the season effortlessly. there's a pair of glasses sitting casually on his nose, one eyebrow slightly raised. "there's no need to be formal, you know. we are colleagues, please call me wonwoo."
your nervousness must be visible through your face, because wonwoo's eyes sparkle with amusement. frankly, you don't even know how wonwoo even knows your name. you haven't interacted with him directly through the film- except for the fifteen minutes of the climax scene where you were on the screen at the same time as him.
"i- i'm sorry. wonwoo."
"happy to see you here. hope you're enjoying the party?"
your breath stutters. "i- i am. yes, very much." it's a fucking lie. you haven't moved from this spot for the last half an hour, you've been sipping on the same cocktail for the last ten minutes, and you've only conversed with two more actors in the film who had equally small roles as you.
wonwoo smiles at you, and your heart skips a beat. it's the same effect he has on every goddamn person. it's why he's become who he is now- charming, handsome and everyone's walking wet dream. "i'll see you around, then." and then he's gone, your eyes left wide and your thoughts all scattered.
_
you see wonwoo again when he invites you to a party at his country house. you think he's mistakenly invited you, up until the moment that the gates open for you when the guards see your face. you're sure glad you specially bought a new dress for this occasion, because the party seems to be filled with the cream of the celebrities of the current scene. and yet, his eyes find yours again. "you're here." you've prepared yourself better now, so that he doesn't render you a stuttering, stumbling mess again. "i couldn't turn down your invitation, of course." you're wearing your favourite wine-shaded lipstick, and you've chosen a dress that tastefully shows enough skin to make you look more a woman and less a girl.
it works on wonwoo.
he steps closer to you, his eyes raking over your figure. you can see enough haze in his obsidian eyes to know his look is one of appreciation. it has a wild effect on you- the combined attack of the scent of his cologne and the way his hair's pushed off his forehead to expose his strong eyebrows has your blood rushing. "you look beautiful." your eyes raise to meet his, and he hands a glass of wine into your hands, his fingers lingering on to the ghost of your touch for a second too long. "thank you?" you cringe at the tone of your own words. "i- sorry. i don't know just how to react about the fact i'm here at your party." you purse your lips and avert your gaze, only stealing glances at wonwoo when he chuckles. "you're finding this funny." "i'm not laughing at you, i swear." the wine's pretty strong. you don't like the taste of it except you can't say so to wonwoo who must've spent the racks on this. "you are. but you must be used to this. fans, after all." "well, it is an honour that you're a fan." "honour? i'm sure it's not. i'm a nobody."
wonwoo leans in, closer to you, his voice low enough to ensure no one else hears him except you.
"a beautiful lady is never a nobody."
you stay next to wonwoo through the evening. on the sofa, in front of the guests, at the dining table, in the balcony when wonwoo takes a cigarette break. he doesn't leave your side all evening, and who are you to turn him away?
_
wonwoo takes you on his yacht the next weekend.
"i have to ask you something." you've worn your favourite jumpsuit for the occasion, and wonwoo's standing on the neck, a polo t-shirt snug on his body.
"yes?"
"what is it exactly that you're doing? you and i are not friends, jeon wonwoo."
"you're right. we're not friends." wonwoo lifts his sunglass off his eyes and stands close to you. the night air makes your hair fly off into the hair, and he extends a hand to touch the skin on your neck that's left exposed. "i don't want to be friends with you, y/n. i just want you."
you gulp. you hesitate. that's your biggest mistake. because it takes your heart that one idle second to fold into wonwoo's charms, and you part your lips at the way his fingers rub circles into the same sensitive spot on your neck.
"what do you think? will you let me touch you?" god, how can he say it so easily?
you tilt your head to give him better access.
_
wonwoo makes love to you on the deck that night. you're fully sober, you're barely 100 metres away from the coast where everyone can see you. but you still let wonwoo strip off your dress and lay you out on the deck to suck at your breasts and fuck his fingers into your wet, sloppy cunt. when your cum is smothered all over his hands, he takes you to his bedroom. your hands are tied back, your body arching to give him more access. there's so much he's giving you- so many sensations at once. he brings a cube of ice and rubs it over your nipples to soothe them after the way he's sucked them red for so long. when your body shivers because of the ice, he pulls you into his arms, whispering soothing praise in your ears- even going as far as letting you grind down on his thigh. your hands are freed as he drives his cock into your cunt, all at once. you scream out his name- you've never taken such a big cock, but you want to please him. so bad. so you let him thrust himself into you lazily until you're begging him to go faster.
somewhere in the middle of the night, you lose your mind and beg him to use you. wonwoo's smirk is a memory you'll never forget even if you don't see him ever again. it's a smirk that will remind you of the way he flipped you on top of him, laying you out on his lap, as he leans on the headboard of his bed and calmly fingers your cunt again, pushing his cum back into you, until your eyes roll back and you lose all sense of time and place.
the last thing you remember from that night is when wonwoo kisses you, and fucks you into the mattress, and you grasp onto his shoulders as he relentlessly pumps into you. "so lovely, my doll. you're my doll, isn't that right?" you don't even know what you're saying at this point- it's too late into the night and all your thoughts are clouded by just wonwoo. "yes. yours, yours, yours."
_
wonwoo comes to your apartment the next day, with a bouquet of calla lilies and takeout food. the food doesn't get eaten for dinner, you do. the food gets eaten the next morning, your entire body too weak to even stand up straight. he feeds you as he sits next to you on the bed, kissing your forehead every two seconds. he runs a bath for you, and lifts you straight from the bed to the tub, and kisses you until your entire body relaxes in the warm water.
you don't talk much about anything other than the lust running thick through your veins for the entire day. you turn on the tv to watch something, but you end up sucking wonwoo's cock when he sits back on your couch and holds the end of your head to ensure you're taking him to the back of your throat, murmuring praises to you without a moment's lapse. when your mouth is full of his cum, he asks you to tell you whose doll you are. you shake your head, knowing you're going to make a mess if you try to talk. "go on. don't make me ask you again." wonwoo's voice is low, rumbling like thunder as he stares down into your eyes.
"y- yours!" you say as carefully as you can, and yet so much of the cum spills down your chin onto your breasts, where wonwoo licks it clean off you. "so pretty, but so messy. do you want a break now, doll?"
"no. please- no." wonwoo coos at you, as his hand strays down to your pussy and he feels the way your panties have turned transculent with how turned on you are. "come onto my lap, doll."
that night, you skip dinner. the next day, you take breaks in between sex to eat on a single pizza you ordered for lunch. you've fucked on every damn surface in your apartment- from the kitchen counter to your bathroom floor, from the balcony to the guest bedroom, from the loveseat underneath the window to the dining table. and yet, you can't keep yourself away from this man, and wonwoo, surprisingly, doesn't want to leave either.
until he does.
"darling, i'm going to have to leave in the morning" you're spent, lying on the bed, heaving in breaths to calm your racing heart after an excrutiatingly long session of spanking and edging. "you do?" you turn around on your elbows to look at him, and he pulls you over his chest, resting your head on this pecs. "i do. i have shooting tomorrow. would you mind if i came back in the evening? or you could come to m-" "wonwoo. can we slow down?" he stops talking for a second. you stare at him, trying to read his face.
you see wonwoo think for a long moment. finally, you raise your eyebrows and ask him again, "well?" "we could but... i can't do slow with you, doll. you're driving me crazy."
there. he's taken your breath away again.
he flips you over, his tongue already licking the valley between your breasts. you shiver all over, his hands roam your skin to calm you down. "i want you so bad, you have no idea." oh, you think you do. jeon wonwoo's been in your apartment for four days straight- when he has a perfectly beautiful mansion waiting for him. he's gone without decent food. gone without working out, gone without any of his makeup or skincare, gone without picking any work calls. you know he must want you bad enough to completely forget about his work life to come spend these days with you, rutting in your bed for hours and hours.
but a candle that burns fast dies out quickly.
you cradle wonwoo's face in your hands, pulling him away from your breasts. "let's get some sleep, hmm? you have work tomorrow."
_
wonwoo is gone before you even wake up. your mouth is filled with a bitter taste as you recall how mindlessly you've spent the last week- on the yacht and now at your house. you check your emails. no callbacks or offers from the auditions you've given in the past month. it's disheartening, but nothing new. every aspiring artists suffers the same struggles. but to be honest, you'd rather choose this over taking up a different, safer profession, as your parents would call it. you can't imagine not doing acting- it's the one thing which has reciprocated your love for it through your life. well, you hope that once the film reaches more people, you can secure some role through future auditions. till then, you text the local theatre troupe you're a part of, and inform them that you'll be free for their next performance.
wonwoo calls you when it's already dark outside. "my car's outside. think you can come over for the night?" you want to say no. you want to restrict the attraction- because you know you're falling for someone for whom everyone falls, and he'll never take this seriously, whatever this is. but you're a moth drawn to a flame, ready to burn till the last moment.
"yes, i'll come down in ten minutes."
wonwoo's not in the car. his chauffeur takes you to his mansion, and you find him sitting in the lawn, smoking a cigarette. as soon as he sees you, he calls out to you. "y/n! you're finally here." he runs over to meet you halfway and picks you up in his arms. "what's this behaviour, wonwoo?" you're flustered as hell, a giggling mess in his arms. "i missed you too much. how was your day today?" wonwoo sits down on the exquisite-looking chaise in the middle of the lawn. you notice that there's no one else around, except nature and the moonlight. wonwoo pulls you into his lap, and you smile at the way his hands roam through your body. "just like any other day. didn't get any emails, did yoga and ate fruits because i need to diet." "you don't. whoever told you that?" you laugh. "your stylist, actually. she says i need a better figure to get more roles." wonwoo nose scrunches, and his fingers slip under your t-shirt to touch your skin. "i'm going to change my stylist." and then he kisses your neck when you laugh out loud, pushing your neck further to give him better access and you arch out your body to feel as much of him as you can.
the next morning, you wake up much after the sun's already overhead. wonwoo's still asleep next to you, his hair splayed out across the pillow, his face down on his pillow. he has a leg over your body, but you carefully escape and get out of bed.
there's a new mail in your inbox.
"fuck!" you shout out when you see the contents of the mail, not realising that wonwoo's still sleeping. he wakes up instantly and peers at you. "don't scream if i'm not making you scream, love. what's up?" his voice is broken but inviting, and you jump into the bed next to him. "i just got an offer to model for a brand!" wonwoo gasps, sitting up and wearing his glasses. "that's amazing, y/n!" "i know right! i've never modelled before- oh i really need to get on that diet now-" "babe. babe, no. you look perfect. you have no need to diet forcefully. they'll take you as you are, otherwise they don't deserve you." wonwoo pulls you into a hug, his bare skin so warm and soft, and you melt into his touch. after he holds you for many long minutes, you whisper to him so softly, he may not even hear it. "thank you, wonwoo." his gaze is soft when he looks at you, "let me show you how perfect you are."
and wonwoo takes you to his walk-in closet, where an entire wall is covered with mirrors. when the two of you are facing the mirror, he begins kissing your neck from behind you, peeling off your layers. "keep your eyes on yourself, doll. see how perfect you are." and he shows you. he gets on the floor, hooking one leg on his shoulder, as he eats you out. then he pushes you on the closed closet behind you, and fucks you while you hold on to it for dear life. the position makes your legs ache, but the mirror's visual of wonwoo's broad back and his thrusting into you, the way his dark mop of hair shakes when he grabs your breasts and sucks them, and the way his hands leave red marks on your hips with how hard he's holding you, leaves you feeling too aroused and dirty to ask him to take this somewhere else.
_
you almost move in to wonwoo's house over the next month, with how much time you spend with him. he brings over your clothes and other belongings to his house, he drives you around everywhere, and he makes love to you like a touch-starved man every night. and you love it. you love the feeling of having wonwoo all to yourself. even when there are hundreds of other people waiting for him, craving for his touch, you have the power to make wonwoo fall to his knees for you, and it makes you high. you're on top of the world, and you fail to see who's put you there.
your career also radically takes off- must be the after effect of the film. you get several modelling offers, advertisements and even a magazine cover featuring actors who've originated from roots in theatre. but the real kill is when your application to the audition for a role at one of the most anticipated tv shows of the next year gets accepted. wonwoo smothers you with sweet kisses when you tell him the news, and although you haven't labelled anything, it starts to feel too domestic for you to think he's no longer serious about you. for he often texts you as wife, takes you out to secret dates where you're kissing in alleys, and eats dinner with you every night. he makes you feel so good, you can't be bothered to worry about anything.
you know wonwoo's at his shooting spot when you arrive at the hall where the film audition's taking place. so you're incredibly surprised to see that he's sitting right next to the director of the film on the audition panel. "what are you doing here?" you text him as you wait for your turn to audition. "nothing- just a favour for an old friend. don't worry, babe. i won't be judging. i won't even be saying a word." he texts you back. you look up at him from your spot in the wings, and you smirk when your eyes meet his. he winks at you, and in spite of all the distance, your heart flutters.
you pass the audition. you're also offered a role promotion- from the side chick of the villain, you're now the male lead's second love interest. "no surprise, babe. you did so well," wonwoo tells you later when he's kissing you in the back of the car. "how can you say that! the others were so good. i was literally so nervous!" he pulls away from the spot he's been biting hickeys into on your neck, and laughs. "you've gotta work on your confidence, babe. but not on your talent. no one there was better than you, and you should know it."
_
wonwoo finishes filming for his project by the end of the next month. he insists you accompany him to the pre-release party- which is frankly a little shocking.
"are you sure you want to be seen with me?" you ask him from the corner of the bed, and wonwoo kneels before you, tying the strings of your heels. "are you serious right now? god, what happened to all those discussions about confidence?" you sigh, pouting as he looks up at you. "i don't know. what if your fans don't like me? you know how fans can be." wonwoo laughs. "no, i don't." you roll your eyes, "that's because you've never-" been seen publicly with someone you're dating, you want to say. but your words trail off when you realise wonwoo's never really said he's dating you. you might be friends with benefits in his mind, even though he calls you love and babe.
he finishes tying up your heels and looks at you. "hmm?" "what i mean is that- i'm a nobody, wonwoo. i don't want your image to be affected because me." he laughs, "you're not nobody. you're y/n. and you don't have to worry about me. nothing you do can affect my public image.
wonwoo's words act like a shot of confidence injected into your bloodstream, and you hold your head up high when you get out of the car, expecting wonwoo to join you from the other side of the car.
he doesn't.
he immediately moves on to where his co-stars are standing, flashing dazzling smiles to the press waiting for him. it's an understandable move, but it makes you feel very disoriented for a second as you get a grip on yourself. you're not nobody. not a single camera flashes to capture you. you're not nobody. not a single head turns to look at you. you're not nobody. you're a wallflower again, back where wonwoo found you six months ago. nothing's changed. you are nobody.
after a few drinks and some small talk with people you see, you escape to take a break in the bathroom. you're just about to get out after taking a few minutes to recover, when you find wonwoo standing right outside. "wonwoo?" "let me in, babe." you're confused but he smiles and slowly comes in. "what's wr-" he doesn't respond, he pushes you against the tiled wall and kisses you. "i miss you, that's all." and with a few touches, he makes you forget all doubts in your mind. almost. "you look so good tonight, left me with a boner all evening." "no one asked you to be away from me." you whisper in between moans as his hands spread the slit of your dress and find your clothed pussy. "shhh. don't be a brat now, doll. think you'll let me fuck your mouth quickly? darling, don't refuse me now. i'll make it up to you when we get home. i can't possibly walk around with this boner all night." he makes sure not to leave hickeys on your neck, but the way he's touching you makes you weak. "yes, fuck. please, wonwoo."
so you get on your knees in the bathroom of this five-star hotel's hall, your knees cold against the tile, and take out wonwoo's thick red cock from his pants. it is painfully hard, and you take it in one go, your mouth used to the stretch by now. it takes you less than five minutes to get him to cum, thankfully he finishes in the washbasin and not in your mouth. when the redness of his eyes have subsided from the orgasm, he kisses your cheek, whispering good girl to you, and leaves you. your throat is raw, your underwear uncomfortable and your skin cold. but you're sure no one will notice even if your lipstick's ruined.
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you hand wonwoo your phone, showing him a few screenshots open. there's conversations happening on social media about your upcoming film, but it's not good publicity. there's apparently a chat that's been leaked, claiming that you got the role only because you're sleeping with wonwoo.
"is it true?"
wonwoo takes a glance at your phone, before returning to the game he's playing on his laptop. "of course not, babe."
"what about the chat?"
"you know how rumours start."
"wonwoo, look at me and reply."
"one second. i need to finish this round."
"wonwoo!" he finally looks at you. "what?" "tell me the truth. look into my eyes and tell me the truth." "i told you already. it's all false." "wonwoo, i would rather not get roles than get it through you."
he laughs. "really? someone's grown up with a lot of morals, i see."
"i'm serious."
the expression on his face morphs from one of mirth to a serious look you've never seen in real life, only in his film when he's seconds away from nabbing the villain. "are you? would you honestly rather be poor than successful with a little bit of help?"
your blood boils, and you stand up, moving away from him. "so you're admitting it?" your voice grows high pitched, but you're feeling unstable. "to what?" "fixing the audition?" wonwoo laughs again. "what about it? you dese-" "do not bullshit me, wonwoo. did you or did you not?" "y/n-" "why were you there that day? did you or did you not, wonwoo, i need to know!"
"i did." there's a look of amusement in his eyes, but it's not attractive at all. "i did because i could. because i don't want to date someone who's dirt poor and on the edges of the industry."
your breath stops in your throat. for a second you think you're going to choke and die, but then wonwoo reaches out and touches your cheeks. "i was just looking out for you, love." you stand frozen, numb against his touch. you can't look into his eyes, you fear the venom in their darkness.
"fuck you, jeon wonwoo."
his hand stops around your jaw. "what?"
"you can go get high on your power and fame. don't use me to boost your own ego." you finally look up at him. "fuck you."
wonwoo smirks.
"it'll sting for a bit. just like sex. it'll get really pleasant soon when the fruits start coming in. you're my smart doll, aren't you?"
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On My Way
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: Some swear words, sexual reference(mostly PG-13), Billyâs violent side shows a little, fluffy ending.
Word Count: 1.8K-ish
Summary: Told from Billyâs POV. Billy has an assistant thatâs a little too flirty and he already has someone very special to him. She threatens to ruin what heâs waited so long for.
A/N: I was perusing Tumblr the other day and found THIS post with the following dialogue promptâŠâAfter everything you have done. How will you sleep at night?"
âNext to my wife.â
I want to give credit to @myladyship This prompt basically punched me in the face, I got really excited when I found it so thank you! And thank you Katherine @k-marzolf for the basis of this fic, I appreciate you! I really like the way it turned out so I hope you like it too ð
As always, thank you for reading! Â I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Donât be shy to tell me your favorite part. ðð ð
It bothered your love at first; the way your assistant danced around the office in her tight little dresses and short skirts, it was painfully obvious she wanted you to notice her, to flirt back when she flirted with you, and she wanted you to forget all aboutâŠher.
But you had no idea how far your assistant, Isabel, would take it to get what she desired.
âTHATâS your assistant, Billy?!â Your love exclaimed as she handed you the cup of coffee she picked up for you on her way to work.
Your lips curled into a shy smile.
âIsabelâs not just MY assistant, baby. Sheâs all of ANVILâS assistant but yeah she does do a lot of work for me.â You said.
âShe gave me a dirty look when she let me in here, ya know.â She said, pressing her lips together in a straight line. âHas she dropped anything on the floor in front of you so she can bend over and pick it up?â
She was always making you laugh and you thought her jealousy was âcuteâ so you started to chuckle as you replied, âIf she has, I didnât notice. Youâre the only one I wanna see bend over in front of me, sweet girl.â
You pulled her in close, tilted her chin up so she was looking into your eyes, and gave her a kiss so deep that you know she felt a tingle throughout her whole body, all the way down to her toes.
She had called you a âcocky little shitâ and said you werenât playing fair but you knew it was difficult for y/n to resist your charm.
âYouâre such a cheater. You never play fair, Mr. Russo.â She purred into your ear and bit down on her lower lip to try and stop herself from smiling.
You loved her so much.
âI know I donât play fair but I like giving you something to think about while youâre at work. Thank you for my coffee, beautiful. I love you.â You said with a warm smile.
She snaked her arms around the back of your neck, kissed you again and replied, âI love you too, handsome. Have a good day, Billy. I know you have a big job today so be extra careful.â
âAlways. Now get outta here so I can slap you on the ass and watch you walk away.â You replied with a wink.
Looking over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed a bright red as she walked out of your office to head to work.
You couldnât wait to see her later.
**********
The problem with crime bosses was thereâs always another one in waiting if the current one falls and they were constantly making deals with shady politicians so it was just a vicious cycle...new boss, new deals.
Cut the head off of the snake and two more take its place.
And no matter how crooked those politicians were, they never got their hands dirty and if they did, they made sure they werenât caught or they had someone else take the fall for it.
They had the distinct privilege of hiding behind their private security and leaving no paper trail. No matter how many mob bosses you took out, there was always another one to take their place but you always did the job you were hired to doâŠand you never missed.
But today, they had forced you to get your hands dirty. Whatever deals were made, had turned sour, and blood was spilled on the cold city streets tonight. Y/n would understand but you would have to call her and tell her you were going to be late.
Your assistant was privy to certain information, took notes during meetings, and even saw things she probably shouldnât have but the NDA she signed when she took the job at ANVIL prevented her from talking about itâŠto anyone.
She was supposed to just be quiet and do her job. She understood that. But she thought you could be tempted, enticed into doing what she wanted, or blackmailed into cheating on the love of your life.
The sleeves of your crisp white dress shirt were rolled up to your elbows as you tried your best to remove the fresh bloodstains from your suit jacket. Your shirt had large spattering of blood across the front, it couldnât be saved, but maybe the jacket could.
As you scrubbed the dried blood from your hands, you sensed someone was standing behind you, watching your every move, and waiting for the perfect moment to speak.
âThis kind of thing happens more than I thought it would when I took the job, Mr. Russo.â She said in a sly silvery tone, leaning against the doorframe.
âItâs the nature of the beastâŠbound to happen from time to time. Youâre here late.â You said as you turned around to face her while you dried your hands.
She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a black and white pinstripe dress shirt. You knew she had been trying to get your attention all day before you and your team left for the job but to no avail.
âIâve seen and heard a lot of things that go on inside and outside of this office. I know how many people youâve killed, Mr. Russo. Does your girlfriend know EVERYTHING about what you do for a living? Or does she need someone to tell her?â She asked, seductively rubbing the palm of her hand against her skirt.
An evil smile stretched across your lips as you quickly glanced up at the ceiling then back down to meet her gaze. You knew exactly what she was fishing for so you inched closer to her and angrily asked through clenched teeth, âWhat are you getting at, Isabel?â
She reached out and gently pulled your tie toward her, she let the fabric run through her long fingers and with a devilish grin, replied, âWhat Iâm saying isâŠI want you Mr. Russo and if you fuck me nice and hard on your desk right there, I wonât have to tell her about all of the horrible things you do and have done.â
A low guttural growl escaped your lips as you hissed in her ear, âYou think she doesnât know? She knows all about what I doâŠwhat I have done and guess what, sweetheart? She loves me anyway and she is the ONLY one that has loved me when I didnât think anyone ever could.â
Quickly, you grabbed and tightly squeezed her wrist, while her nervous breaths drifted against your skin, and you saw the angry defeated look on her face as she let go of your tie.
âWhat makes you think I canât make you disappear too, just like all the others? Hmmm?â You hummed as a wide Cheshire cat smile stretched across your mouth. âGut you like a fish and then dump your body like the piece of trash you are. Theyâd NEVER find you.â
She tried to pull her wrist free from your crushing grip but she wasnât strong enough. You released her and calmly walked over to your desk so you could collect everything you needed for home.
The chilling words you uttered frightened her and you could sense the cold spike of fear radiating off of her body as you intensely watched her chest rise and fall with each shallow breath which is when you decided to remind her of one very important thing.
âRemember Isabel, that NDA you signed prevents you from telling ANYONE about what happens here. AlsoâŠyouâre fired.â You said, glaring at her with your mouth tipped up in half a sly smile.
Storming off toward your office door, Isabel stopped, turned and asked sheepishly, âAfter everything you have done. How will you sleep at night?â
That was it.
That was the question you have waited your entire life to be able to answer with confidence.
âNext to my wife.â You replied with conviction and zero hesitation.
A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Isabelâs face. She obviously didnât know. She never bothered to look at your wedding photo on the desk. A simple gold band dangled from a chain around your neck underneath your dress shirt, not visible to anyone because you didnât want to wear it on your finger while you were out on a job. However, the tattoo band around your finger was always there and y/n had one to match.
Y/n, your wife, was everything you had ever wanted and needed. In your story, the boundaries between hero and villain were blurred but not to her. You were a hero in her eyes and werenât cursed to go unloved forever.
Your curt bravado collided refreshingly with her soft strength to work through your pain and haunted memories. She helped to mend the parts of your life that had been fractured by betrayal and little by little, she will continue to heal the visible and the invisible wounds left by the people that were supposed to care for you the most.
Her smile and gentle touches relieved your everyday tension. She washes away all of your daily problems and they drift out to sea as she tenderly scratches your scalp and asks âHow was your day, baby?â
No one had ever done that for you before so you werenât going to let anyone try and take that away from you whether itâs through temptation or anything else.
âGet out and donât come back. Iâll mail you your things.â You snapped.
She didnât look back as she hurried out of your office.
**********
The room ceased of sound and movement as you quietly admired the photo on your desk. You smiled as you stared at y/nâs beautiful face, her body tucked perfectly under your arm like she was meant to be there, and her long fingers grazing your tie like Isabel had tried to do earlier.
You never wanted any woman touching your tie again unless it was being touched by your wife. She was the only woman that you would ever let murmur soft sounds to calm you when you had nightmares. She was the only one you opened up to, let see who you truly are, and you never wanted to do anything deliberately to fuck that up.
âWell hey there, handsome. You on your way home?â She said, answering on the first ring.
You paused briefly before answering her.
You thought about how it wasnât that long ago, you didnât think it was possible that anyone could love you, that you could allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to love someone else, or even smile just by hearing their voice.
And how you would do anything to protect that love, even if it means doing very bad things.
You were excited to see her and tell her all about what happened today.
âYes, baby. Iâm on my way.â
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French Love
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ..
This morning is the second morning in Cannes, France. Joe is here for work and decided to bring me along with him. I have never been to France before so being here with the love of my life makes it even more memorable. Yesterday was pretty chill. We just walked around enjoying ourselves.
I was In the bathroom putting some makeup on. My hair was curled from my Dyson and my dress was fitting perfectly.
Joe then walked in.
âBaby.â- Joe
âYeah?â- You
âDoes this look good?â- Joe
I turned around to look at him
My jaw dropped. He looked so hot. He was wearing a black and rainbow striped set. Surprisingly with the rainbow he looked hot. Well, he always looks hot.
âWow..you look handsome, Joey!â- You
âThanks!â-Joe
âIs this the one the stylist helped you with?â- You
âYeahâ- Joe
âMaybe he should style you more often!â- You
I walked up over to him and put my hands on his shoulders.
âOh, really?â- Joe raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face
I nodded my head.
He then pulled in for a kiss. Thank goddess I didnât have lipstick on yet.
The kiss started to get more heated. I could tell he wanted me.
âJoeâŠnot right now.â- you
âOkay, but one more.â- Joe
He kissed me one last time.
We pulled out from the kiss and I just stared up at him.
âWow, baby, you look beautiful.â- Joe
âAw, thank you, Joey.â- you
I kissed him on the cheek then walked back over to finish getting ready.
âWe have to leave in 5.â- Joe
âOk!â- Joe
He waited at the door of the bathroom for a second. Taking me in.
God, she is gorgeous. - joe thought
ââââââââââââââââââââââ-
At the Spotify event Joe was making his rounds while I was staying near by. Some of his friends flew out also for the events so they were with him.
I was talking to some of their girlfriends when I noticed Joe. He looked a little uncomfortable. There was a lot of people around. Many celebrities, influencers, and even some athletes. He was looking around trying to find someone. I decided to text him. I didnât really know if he wanted me to go over there since a lot of people were having conversations with him and his friends.
I pulled his contact out of my phone
Joeð
Hey, are you ok?- you
(I immediately got a text back)
Yeah, just a little overwhelming with all these people. I was looking for you. Where are you?- Joe
Iâm near the piano. I can come over to you if you want?- you
Yes, please.- Joe
I put my phone back in my bag. I told the girls I was heading over to Joe. The girls also decided to go to their mans to.
I was walking over when Joe noticed me. His face immediately lifted up. He plastered a smile on to his beautiful face and walked over to meet me in the middle.
âHey, beautiful.â- joe smiled
âHey, handsome!â- you
He grabbed my left hand and held it. I guess Mr I hate PDA decided to change some things.
âI want to introduce you to someone.â- Joe
âOk.â- you
I wonder who it could be.
As we walked over to where Joe was before I noticed there was a girl. She looked way older than Joe and I but still young.
âEvin!â- Joe
She turned around.
âOmg, is this her?â- Evin
âYes, y/n this is Evin! She will be leading the panel Iâm going to be on tomorrow.â- Joe
I reached out my hand to shake hers.
âVery nice to meet you!â- You smiled
âWell, itâs a pleasure to meet you! Joe couldnât stop talking about you a couple minutes ago. I wanted to meet who captivated this boys heart.â- Evin
I looked at Joe. His cheeks were flushed.
âAw, well its very nice to meet you.â- You
We stared talking about what will happen tomorrow at the panel and the meaning behind it. It was very interesting. Joe seemed like a perfect fit for this role.
âSo, how long have you two love birds been together?â- Evin
âEver since college. Seven years to be exact.â- you smile
âAw, that is the sweetest.â- Evin
Evin and I talked for a bit till the special guest performance was going to happen. Everyone lined up against the pool where there was a stage and a piano. Joe was next to me. Both of us patiently waiting. John legend came out and everyone went crazy. I love him, so I of course couldnât believe it.
He sang all of my favorite songs. I was so excited when he sang All Of Me.
I was so sad when it was over, but couldnât wait to get back to the hotel and spend some time with Joe before we go out to dinner.
âââââââââââââââââââââââ-
It was time to head to dinner. Joe and I took a well deserved nap when we got back. I was lying on his chest watching his chest rise and fall before I had to wake him up.
I decided to change my dress into a white, long, floral one.
âIm ready!â- You
âLetâs go.â- Joe
He opened the hotel door and we were off!
He booked a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in the French Riviera. He booked a private outdoor spot. The sun was setting which set a nice glow. You could hear the waves in the distance and the table was set up beautifully with red roses, candles, and some wine. It was right on the private beach.
âThis is beautiful, Joe.â- you
I looked out into the distance where the waves were crashing.
He looked at me in awe.
âAll for you, my love.â- Joe winked
I look back at him and chuckled.
âWell, thank you!â- you
The dinner came and we ate in silence because of how good it was.
After Joe and I were done Joe gave me that look again.
âDo I have something on my face?â- you swiped your mouth gently
Joe laughed
âNo, no. LetâsâŠ.go look out at the ocean.â- Joe
âOk!â- You
Both of us got up and Joe took my hand as we stepped onto the sand. It was beautiful. We walked a little bit more towards the water and then just stood there enjoying the moment.
Joe then turned to me as I looked at him.
âY/n..this trip has been the best trip Iâve ever been on because of you. You make me calm and relaxed. You never fail to put a smile on my face, and always know how to crack a joke. You are always there for a shoulder to lean on and the best nurse I could ask for when Iâm injured. Being with you is fulfilling, and loving you is easy. I want to be with you foreverâŠso that being said.â
He kneeled down I front of me. He pulled a velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. I cover my mouth with my hand. I couldnât believe it! The ring was gorgeous, but I didnât care about the ring I cared that the love of my life is in front of me asking for a hand in marriage.
âYes..yes I will marry you!â- you
He slid the ring on my finger and got up so he could hug me. I held him tight. He then looked at me with tears in his eyes. I then passionately kissed him.
âYouâre my fiancé now.â- Joe smiled
âIndeed I am!â- you
He then pulled me in for another sweet kiss.
âââââââââââââââââââââââ-
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