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#wait until the gossiping starts
mosstrades · 8 months
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Today during lunch break all my coworkers gathered around the table, eating or not (even the chef who never has lunch), and we just chatted. And it hit me, suddenly - a feeling of belonging. Weary and small, not quite friendship, but a comforting, grounding solidarity. We're all in there with each other, and I'm lucky enough to have fallen into an enviroment where we all try to make that decent. I wouldn't have gone within ten feet of most of these people if we weren't coworkers, and yet. I'll take a lot of things with me that I wouldn't have had if I hadn't met them, for better and worse. And I felt good, with all the ones that were there. It wasn't exactly friendship, and it wasn't exactly safety. But it was good. I ate what we had cooked, and laughed some, and felt like myself. And realized that I have been feeling like myself again, even at work, for the past little while. A feeling of existing, of being awake, and of existing together, and of that being enough. And it was nice.
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bring-mimi-back · 5 months
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#xuup#got the news that my job won't be be able to extend my contract...which is sad but I figured that would happen#higher ups always trying to save more of bottom line even if it's a stupid move. no foresight at all#like you know one of your most knowledge employees is retiring in like 1.5 years. so get a fucking replacement before that#not that it's supposed to be me but my god don't wait until he retires to hire someone new like with the other men this day#like the area we are in you can't learn that shit in 1 or 2 months. give them at least half a year to grow#but whatever won't be my problem after April#I don't mind working somewhere else but man there's no way I'll be able to find another job at a IGM company with that pay grade#not one I'll be qualified for at least since I'm still junior/young professionals level#plus i suck at job interviews#so this will be rough but it is what it is#the thing i can say that is that it will definitely be good for my development to start at another company#aand there are a few things I'm not a fan of personally at my current job#namely the organisation's or the department's...idk how to name it vibe???#idk it's like sometimes I feel like i have to pretend to be a certain way.#i hate that culture of having to do a little dance have your bosses boss give you a thumbs up#like how about i do my work and then go home. worst thing my bosses boss ever said was “pretend as if every day was a job interview”#like yea that's hell. and he said that TWICE. like fuck off with that. like not to me but still#honestly he's the sort of person that makes me uncomfortable. everyone else is down to earth and no problem to talk to#but there is a bit of gossiping going on in the department. I don't even want to think about what they say about me 🙄 if they do#and there's some tension in my team and it's going to get worse once that one colleagues retires#there'll be a shit ton of more work and if they're smart they'll hire someone else well before his retirement#anyway knowing i won't work there after April is kind of liberating#i don't have to concern myself with those problems. instead i can remove myself frlm them#though ofc my own concern will be jon search haha#but i guess it is nice.. sometimes when i did things i worried how that could reflect my changes of staying#but now that i know i can jist act how i feel. if i dont want to go to a team event i wont go...period#I'll do my work and make sure to have as little overtime as possible and if i do I'll go home early ok Fridays or so#anyway i will miss the team though. most of them at least
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void-tiger · 11 months
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Sure enough, having things basically resolved socially into the foundations for a comfortable rapport has me feeling less batshit insane with social anxiety inbetween interactions.
#tiger’s musings#socializing crap#there’s still this ‘aight. let’s gooooo!!’#but it’s… ‘let’s see how this grows.’ (because now I know it actually has a chance to grow)#i can enjoy the Potential Energy vs feeling utterly stressed out#’cause like. social anxieties + external ‘benign’ gossip is Utterly Crap#we still haven’t truly cleared the air. guess that’ll have to wait until things Grow more as Actually Friends Now#a ‘hey this utterly sucked and actually hurt my feelings and set off my anxiety. i know it wasn’t delibetately mean but let’s Not do that’#buuuuut. my shenanigans of aggressively ‘no I am NOT looking to date kindly back off. I’m looking for FRIENDSHIPS’#using the exact same church gossip that got things so screwed up#+ apparently letting my soul get bared a little with ‘…actually college kinda SUCKED trying to make friends and HS was worse’#(and. y’know. using things to show Old Art + New Poems)#still… I’m not particularly private? but I still prefer to be direct#ah well. at least I’m not getting utterly austricized if I have to firmly set boundaries with church members#oooor… my boundaries got crossed badly and set off a cptsd reaction#which? that’s actually really really a nice change from how socializing typically goes#to not be completely written off or worse ‘invite�� harassment#because I had a Bad Day with my mental health and others poking the bear#I’ve never started things and I never will. but I am reactive. I try not to be but. [adhd. cptsd socially. unfair misogynic standards]#…so…to imo be seen at my worst. and still have people be friendly#have the person I’ve been stubbornly be friendly towards finally finally meet me halfway anyway#maybe I have low standards for socializing irl but. that’s huge for me#huge enough that I can accept the stress of the past year as ‘okay. that really was the other’s own anxiety symptoms.’#and…let things grow. THEN gently be direct about boundaries and mental health in that regard#’i watch your back. you watch mine. communicate and give space.’
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chuluoyi · 1 month
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𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐 !
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- gojo satoru x reader
valentine's is around the corner and word has it that you're going on a date with geto...? no way! gojo is going to make sure that you're saying no! ever wonder how gojo finally gets you to become his? be prepared for a confession of a lifetime!
genre/warnings. crack, semi-failed love confession (it's gojo, what do you expect?), poor geto, and of course, fluff !!
notes. i genuinely love writing this :') loser gojo has always have a soft spot in my heart *sighs* i'd recommend listening to beautiful & because of you - beast (highlight) for this !!
a part of gojo's love entries and valentine's special !
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Satoru doesn't really pay attention to holidays. To him, it's all the same—he can turn everyday into a holiday if he wanted to.
However, Valentine's Day is an exception. He knows it and is somewhat excited even. Why, you ask? Because this is the moment he has chosen. He's going to make you his on that very day.
He had everything planned out to perfection: skylit rooftop, bouquet of roses, eloquent speech (at least, he thought so). He was going to charm the pants out of you and it'd be a smooth-sailing event, he was sure of it!
At least until he heard that life-shattering gossip—
"I saw Geto-san asking her out for the 14th just now!"
"What?" he snapped his head in Haibara's direction, who was eagerly sharing with him and the others what he had allegedly heard, his eyes practically sparkling with excitement.
"Ehh, not bad," Shoko mused with a hint of amusement, casting a curious look his way. It was obvious she was enjoying this.
Nanami let out a thoughtful hum. "That's quite a surprise. I didn't think they'll go that fast."
"But how?!" Satoru suddenly exploded, grabbing Haibara by the collar. "How did that slimy bangs go from saying nothing to asking her out?!"
"O-oh Gojo-san! Don't squish me, please!"
And from then onwards, his focus was set: preventing you from falling into Suguru's grimy hands. Absolutely no way! He was so close already. He was on the cusp of winning your heart, and he knew it!
Now, you laughed at his jokes, you didn't ignore him as much, and you even asked him if he was okay after his recent mission! That was huge progress, even Satoru knew as much. And no, even if it was Suguru, he refused to hand you over to him.
On the 14th, you were going to be his... even if it cost him everything!
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Gojo Satoru is annoying. You supposed you knew that already, but over these past few days, his ability to get on your nerves somehow had ascended to a wholly new level.
"I'm telling you, you should go with me! I'm going to take you somewhere amazing!" he practically demanded right up in your space, prompting you to let out a long-drawn sigh.
By all means, his attempts to woo you were all lame. He didn't know the first thing about being humble, and logically, you should have been more inclined to push him away.
‘Should’ being the operative word, because, somehow, over the past few weeks, you've started to see his antics as not just bearable but even endearing in a way. No one had ever pursued you with such relentless zeal before him, and it became increasingly difficult to overlook the way your heart fluttered in response to his (occasionally dubious) attempts to win you over.
So, right now, it really wasn't because you were playing hard to get. "Gojo, I've told you already. I can't on that day, I've already got plans," you sighed, exasperated.
He shot you a glance, his expression shifting into a brazenly raised eyebrow. "With Suguru?"
"How do you—"
"Tell him no," Satoru pressed, scowling. "Tell him I asked you first."
"In fact, he asked first—"
“Just say no!”
“No!”
"You're seriously going on a date with him?" he questioned, almost in disbelief. "And what, you're going to confess to him too?"
His tone didn't sit well with you, causing your irritation to rise. You frowned and retorted boldly, "And if I do? It's not like you can do anything about it anyway."
Wait, that actually hurts. Satoru was now irked too. Hadn't he shown enough for you to understand just how much of a big deal it was for him? Didn't you know he actually likes you so much that it made him toss and turn on some nights?
(No, you didn't really know. He just made himself look stupid most of the time. You were not that impressed.)
"As a matter of fact, I can," he began, expression turning into a slight sneer. "I can and I will if you still insist on going with him."
"Wha?"
"I'm going to crash your party so hard, you'll wish you hadn't gone behind my back. The audacity he has, trying to steal my girl!"
"You sound like a creep," you couldn't help blurting out, wide-eyed. "And I'm not your girl—"
"You—are quite heartless." His gaze on you behind that glasses hardened, and you were suddenly taken aback by how upset he looked. "I'm giving you my all—I think about you all day and night I think it's actually making me crazy!"
You stared at him, genuinely dumbfounded this time, realizing that somehow or another now, he was pouring his emotions out.
"Nothing I say will make sense to you, but whatever—" he exhaled sharply in frustration. "It's always you—in my mind. Compared to anyone else now, you're the prettiest. And if you were to ask me to pull a Blue on Ichiji right now, I'd probably do it! You see now—what you have done to me?"
"Ichiji? Gojo—!"
"You might think I did all of this for your attention, and yes, you’re right! That's how much you've messed with my head!"
. . .
Oh, now he had really gone and done it, hadn't he? He had laid it all bare, every last bit of it—the chaotic heap stacking up as his botched confession. And there were no roses, no rooftop, and none of the grandeur he had envisioned. This was so not how he wanted it to go at all.
Satoru grimaced, suddenly regretting this turn of events. He had seen it coming already—you calling him a total weirdo and then leaving him in the dust. Just the thought was enough to make his heart squeeze. Wanting to escape before it became a reality, he abruptly turned on his heel and walked away from you.
He barely made it a few steps away before he felt a firm tug on his arm.
"Wait! Gojo!"
You grabbed his arm tightly, forcing him to turn towards you. Satoru stubbornly refused to meet your gaze, his lips pressed into a massive pout. Yet, beyond that display of defiance, you could discern a hint of heartbreak splashed across his face, and it made your stomach churn.
Always trying to make you look at him. Always trying to get you to smile through his lame jokes. Making himself stupid on purpose. Frustrated when his feelings went unnoticed… All Gojo Satoru did thus far finally added up.
So it's true... he likes me this much...?
In that moment, warmth flooded through you. This idiot. Everyone said he was no good, but your heart couldn't help but leap, and a flurry of butterflies seemed to dance in your stomach.
In this instant, everything seemed to fall into place. Any doubt you might have melted away, leaving only a sense of certainty about your feelings. Everything just feels absolutely right.
"I'm not going on a date with Geto, you know."
"Huh?" Upon hearing that, he swiveled to face you, his gaze intensively searching your face for further explanation.
With a huff, you elaborated, "It's for my Grade One promotion mission. Geto-san asked to join me for it."
"But why? He doesn't need to—"
"He wants to tag along to absorb more cursed spirits, you see..."
"Oh, amassing new little friends, I see," Satoru quipped, face scrunching up distastefully.
His mood seems better now, you noted. You exhaled, your heart suddenly felt like it was pounding louder. "So, you've got the wrong idea. It sucks but my Valentine's day is going to be spent on a mission."
A beat passed by before he finally spoke again, still sheepish and avoiding eye contact. "I'm coming with you too, for that... mission or whatever."
You pressed your lips together, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your face. "And?"
"And... huh?"
"That's all? Nothing else you want to add?"
And suddenly his eyes sparkled back to life. Beyond those ridiculous round glasses, his bright, yet steadfast eyes met yours with such vibrant shine it made your chest thump so hard and face flush with matching intensity.
Silly, silly boy... liking me so much that he turns stupid.
"Actually, I've got plenty more to say!"
With an indignant snort, you released his arm. "Well, I'm waiting. Because what you just said before has to be the most underwhelming confession I've ever heard."
"Wha? Hey! That wasn't my confession! Just you wait, I'll do it over, and this time, I'll make you swoon so hard you'll forget how Suguru's face looks like!"
And on the night of February 14, he truly surpassed himself once again in making a terrible confession, and yet it still signified the day you truly became his—the beginning of your life together, which along the way, would be filled with more shenanigans, endless laughter and of course, love.
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Epilogue
"Haibara, I really thought you're the most sensible here! I can't believe you!"
Suguru massaged his temples with utter grievance. So this was the cause of his headache and constant death stares Satoru gave him these past few days—the three people gathering in front of him!
"I've told you already, Nanami—Gojo is really going through with it," Shoko cackled with utter satisfaction. "Now, pay up."
"Ieiri-san... sigh— from now on, I'm not participating in your bets anymore."
Haibara, who went with Shoko's suggestion to incite this, sheepishly laughed. "Ehe, Geto-san, all that ends well is well though, no?"
"Satoru was really about to skin me alive! Ugh, and you almost ruined my date too..."
"Eh? Date?" All three sets of eyes suddenly fixed on him in utter astonishment. "Who?"
-> continue to 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 (with geto suguru—soon!)
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angelfrombeneth · 3 months
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JUST LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND - T . NOTT
Mature Content Ahead
Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Theodore are the new IT couple in Hogwarts. Theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. Atleast you do yours in private. It isn't until your faced with Skylar Snaggle, the one girl you can't stand that you break that streak.
Warnings: Girl Fight, Smut talked about but not in detail, Blood kink Theo if you squint, Fluffy Theo and Reader, Soft boyfriend Theo
A/N: This isn't a huge fic more of a short. Merry Christmas to you all and those who don't celebrate it, I hope ur having a lovely day anyway!
Y/N Neveah. Many people loved you, many people didn't.
You were always the talk of the school for being so nice yet being in Slytherin. Boys fawned over you, some girls loved you but most hated you. School bitchiness was not for the faint hearted and you learnt that early on.
Skylar Snaggle, a ravenclaw who always had it out for you. It's like she was jealous of you and everything you did. Constantly side eyeing you and digging at you. You ignored her didn't let it get to you but fuck, was she a bitch. It only got worse when you starting dating your boyfriend.
You were in 6th year now, the past two years everytime you'd come back boys again would fawn over you how you've 'blossomed' over the summer but you belonged to one man. And that man was.
"Cara mia" You turned around smiling as Theo stood beside your locker. You took his hand smiling as you pecked his lips softly.
"I missed you... all of you" He raised his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes and hit his arm.
"Don't be crude" You fixed your tie before shutting your locker and holding his hand and walking down the corridor.
You and Theo were the hot new goss at Hogwarts. The current IT couple, consisting of the hot brood of Slytherin himself, Theodore Nott and the much desired but never achievable Y/n Neveah.
"Here's the lovely couple now" Blaise clasps his hands as the group turn to you both.
"Do we have to announce it" You grit your teeth, grimacing at Blaise. You felt Theo chuckled beside you, his soft laugh filling your ears making the corner of your mouth turn up slightly.
"You did that yourself, sucking face in the back of charms" Enzo snickered.
"True- Anyway we were planning on heading into Hogsmead. We need to stock up on fire whisky with the game against Hufflepuff fast approaching we'll need alot for our celebrations" Blaise smirked, nudging at Daphne as she scoffed at his cockiness.
"You guys might not even win" She panned.
"Don't be ridiculous Daph, when has Hufflepuff ever fucking won" Draco let out a genuine laugh at Daphne's wild assumption. The other boys laughing along with him too.
"As much as we'd love to come to Hogsmead. Daph, Pansy and I were planning on meeting with Astoria to have a little girlie evening swim" You smiled to Pansy and Daphne as you all smiled at eachother.
"Boring" Draco yawned.
"Hardly boring Draco, they'll hardly be wearing anything" Mattheo smirked. A alight blush appearing across Theo's cheek at the thought.
Pansy smacked Mattheo hard with her wand into his chest, earing a sharp 'ow' from the boy. "Don't be disgusting"
"Have fun at Hogsmead though!" Pansy giggled as the three of you began to walk off.
"Wait-" Theo grabbed your hand as you turned to him.
"Have fun, be safe" He smiled before pecking your lips.
"Aww cute" Daphne cooed.
You ruffled Theo's hair softly before walking off with the girls.
"You and Theodore are so cute, I'm so jealous!" Pansy whined as the three of you walked down the hall.
"Blaise isn't even cute like that, it sucks!" Daphne groaned.
"Stop it" You shook your head.
Later in the evening you and the girls relaxed by the black lake taking a light swim with eachorher, gossiping and catching up on the latest with one another.
Finding out that Luna and Pansy have been flirting. Astoria is finally willing to settle down with Draco and stop keeping him on his toes. Daphne describing in great detail her intimate life with Blaise which - to be fair you didn't expect to be so spicy between the two of them. The girls wanted to know all about you and Theo but you'd just been taking your time. Despite the slight hook up the night before. But they knew all about that.
"What about Skylar" Pansy questioned as the four of you walked back inside the grounds. All wearing damp tshirts over your swimsuits.
"Don't even- I don't know her fucking problem. Her big mouth is always yapping about something" You snarled.
"Me? Big mouth?" You four snapped your head to see Skylar and her little minions at the top of the stairs inside the entrance.
"Oh fuck off Skylar" You scoffed, reaching the top of the stairs. As your about to walk of you hear-
"You're always running your mouth about something. Maybe focus on the fact your.. I don't know.. a stupid fucking bitch" Skylar smirked to her friends.
You turned to her. Astoria whispering "Lets just go its not worth it"
"Wow Skylar, you really ate me up there" Yiu gasped dramatically holding your heart like you'd be stabbed. "Maybe stop being so fucking obsessed with MY boyfriend. He doesn't want you and your.." You tapped your lip before speaking again. "Well, your little infestation" You smiled.
"INFESTATION? You fucking bitch. THEO IS MINE" She suddenly lunged at you pushing you back harshly.
"Yours? I don't remember him stating that while he was manhandling me last night" You laughed in her face.
It was like it was all in slow motion. As you turned around to walk away, you watched as your friends faces widened staring behind you. You couldn't react fast enough. You felt your ponytail being dragged back as your body harshly recoiled against the pressure.
You turned, locking eyes with Skylar a smirk upon her face as she tugged at your ponytail, lifting her fist to sock a direct punch in your face, splitting your lip.
After that you reached up, grabbing her hair as you yanked at it, swiping at her legs as she dropped on the floor below you, screaming. The corridor was suddenly not so peaceful as both you and Skylar hurled abuse at one another while Pansy, Daphne and Astoria were trying to yank you both apart along with Skylars friends.
You climbed ontop of the girl, stabilising yourself as you socked a punch into her face as she clawed at yours.
"YOU BITCH!" she screamed as she yanked your hair again.
"OW-" you lifted your leg planting your good right in her face as you swung your arm round once more punching her before you heard tons of footsteps yelling and scrambling towards the both of you. You watched as her tooth cracked and slid across the floor as she spat blood up in your face.
"BEAT HER ASS Y/N!" Pansy yelled from behind. Daphne scolding her as the three continued to try and pull you girls apart without falling in the firing line.
Both of you were clawing at one another. You were landing way more than her let's say. Her face was full of blood as you dug your acrylics into her cheek.
You felt yourself harshly being yanked off the girl as you scrambled towards her but being held back. "LET ME AT HER! WHORE!" You screamed.
"MY FACE! YOU.. YOU.. SLUT!" Skylar screamed at she ran off down the hall with her friends.
You felt hands on your face as you turned to be face to face with Theo. You watched as he analysed every aspect of your face, checking if you're ok.
"Teddy- I'm so-"
"Shhh" He placed his finger upon your lip as he took your hand into the bathroom leaving all the rest of your friends stunned at the scene from before.
He sat you upon the sink as he took off his shirt, dampening it before wiping all the blood from your face.
Theo chuckled at the thought of cleaning up after you having a fight. "Look at my girl, getting into fights like her boyfriend" He smirked as he pecked your lips softly.
"I can't help it- she's so obsessed with you Teddy. It's annoying" you scoffed. "Are you sure you didn't fuck her"
"Bella, I told you. You were my first and you'll ne my last" He caressed your face softly.
You smiled at his words as he finished wiping your face up and smiled.
"You did good, only a cut lip. Atta girl" He squeezed your thighs softly as he leaned forward, kissing your nose.
"Learned from the best" You smiled.
"Amore mio.. I love you" He snickered before capturing your lips in his. Softly kissing eachother as his hands held your waist softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you locked your legs around his waist pulling him in closer.
He pulled away, softly sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away and licking his lips before wiping yours with his thumb.
"My little vampire" You cooed as you ruffled his hair chuckling.
"In future if you get in fights let me be there. You looked so hot, but ill always step in after a while. Can't let you actually get beat up" He smiled.
You hit his chest shaking your head as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
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jyoongim · 26 days
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~Blood & BLISS~
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Human!Alastor x wife!Reader
Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy,  blood, murder, secrets 
chapter two
Synopsis: Marrying New Orleans famous radio host had been a shocker to everyone. You, a southern belle from an esteemed family, had somehow managed to catch the attention of the mysterious bachelor. 
Your wedding was all in the papers and talk of the town, even though the ceremony was rather private.
You quickly settled in as the homemaker as Alastor brought home the dough and took care of you. 
It was a dream come true.
But Alastor was strange, even to you and you were his wife, but you brushed it off as him just being a man.  You had nothing to complain about. You lived in a nice big house, had the finest luxuries, and Alastor would dote on you. What wasn’t to love?
Well… all those things were nice, but you were starting to crave a family with your husband.
You knew of Alastor’s upbringing and had an inkling that children might not be an option…but Alastor wouldn’t deny you what you desired most would he? Of course not ma belle.
Alastor prided himself on how people often wondered about him. The renowned radio host, who the public rarely saw. He was a mystery to many. He frequented jazz lounges and often could be found drinking whiskey as he listened to the Mimzy gossip about the latest news.
He,  himself was shocked when he met you, the prettiest thing in the city. He had to have you. He knew you were the one.
Like the gentleman he was, he sent you flowers and love letters to begin courting you. He never tired of how shy you were around him. 
It wasn’t long before he asked your father for your hand and the two of you got hitched.
And what a wedding it was! he spared no expense to your disapproval.
Alastor was the epitome of what every husband inspired to be! 
Doting, providing, and attentive.
But he had a secret he kept from his little wife…
Can he maintain control over his domestic affairs and his sinister ones?
Soft jazz played in the background as you busied around the kitchen preparing dinner. The sizzling of the oil carried the scent of fried chicken as you chopped collards and added them to another pan to fry.
You hummed along to whatever song was playing as you cooked.
You took the chicken out of the grease, poured some of it in a can for later and used the rest to make cornbread. You stirred the collards a bit, adding pepper and a little salt before turning the stove off. You glanced at the clock; 6pm, Alastor should be coming home soon.
After putting everything in pretty dishes and wrapping it in foil you sighed tiredly as you finally got off your feet, plopping down on a couch.
You almost wanted to go back into the kitchen and clean up, but thought to just wait after dinner to do so. 
You perked as your radio made a noise, static as if the channel had changed, before the voice of your husband came through.
”Well folks that is all. I have for you tonight! I hope you enjoyed today’s broadcast and I will see you tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to be late for dinner nonono haha. Until next time!”
You smiled, feeling happy he wasn’t going to stay at the studio all night.
With that in mind, you quickly ran upstairs to freshen up, wanting to greet your husband without the smell of grease clinging to you.
“I’m home!” A voice called as the sound of the front door closing had you rushing downstairs.
Alastor was taking off his coat, when you greeted him “Oh let me take that” you smiled, grabbing his coat to put it away. He let out a relieved sigh as he removed his shoes and put them by the door. Once comfortable, his long arms were around your waist, pulling you into a kiss “And how was my beautiful wife today hmm?” He asked bringing a dainty hand to his lips. You giggled “Oh nothing worth mentioning. How was work today? I heard you signing off. I hate that I missed tonight’s broadcast” you mused, untying his bow tie. Alastor hummed “oh you know same ole same ole, through I will say I got a lot of fan mail today” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes. He took a whiff of the air and grinned “Hmm looks like I actually made it in time for dinner”
You both made your way to the kitchen and you immediately went to fix his plate, while he got glasses out of the cabinet and some red wine.
Alastor practically had drool coming out of his mouth as the smell of food wafted into his nose. You took a seat across from him and smiled. “My my my dear what a meal youve prepared tonight!” He commented as he took a bite out of the cornbread, moaning in delight.
It always filled your heart with happiness seeing Alastor eat your food. When you first got married, you didn’t have a clue on how to cook. It was rather embarrassing, but you had grown up with personal cooks.
But Alastor didn’t mind teaching you, and soon enough you were whipping up delicious meals that filled his stomach, rather than upset it.
Dinner was quiet as the two of you enjoyed each others company, Alastor making comments about the lastest gossip he had heard and you catching him on the neighborhood gossip. “Oh before I forget,  Mimzy wants to know if you wanted to swing by the lounge this weekend. Something about I keep you to myself too much” Alastor laughed, swiping at his mouth. You laughed, that sounded like Mimzy. Always hoping to get a chance at you singing on stage so she could make a few extra bucks. “Well tell ‘er not this weekend, I have plans to host a few of the ladies for book club. Rosie is sure to have some gossip I’ve missed.” 
Alastor quirked a brow “You sure dear? I fear Mimzy will chew me a new one if she don’t get to see ou” You mulled it over “Well book club usually don’t take that long and its during tea time so I guess I don’t mind gracing the lounge with my presence” you giggled, getting up and taking your empty dishes to the sink. Alastor followed you and quickly swatted your hands as you reached to turn the sink on. 
“Now now my dear, you spent all evening cooking the least I can do is wash the dishes. The chef shouldn’t cook and clean” he nudged you away from the sink as you pouted.
It never ceased to amazed you that Alastor took on household chores. Most husbands had their wives cook and clean, but not your Alastor.
He didn’t like you to tire out from maintaining the home all day.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek in thanks and told him you’ll be upstairs getting ready for bed.
You had just finished rolling your hair when Alastor came up to your bedroom. You sighed as you sunk into the cool cotton sheets, finally relaxing for the day. You didn’t realized you had quickly fell asleep until feeling Alastor slide into bed beside you, arm pulling you to tuck you into his side and rest your head on his chest.
You happily cuddled into him, breathing in his scent as the sound of his heartbeat lulled you back to sleep.
A yawn passed your lips as began to fall asleep
”Goodnight” 
”Sleep tight dear”
”Don’t let the bedbugs bite”
”haha see you in the morning light love” he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sighed, chest heaving in deep breaths.
Alastor smiled at your sleeping face; how lucky was he to have a sweet wife who worked so hard while he was gone. His eyes grew heavy as he listened to your soft snores.
What bliss. He wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world.
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NOTE: aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh why and how did my mind conjure this when I have other things to write eeeeeeehhhh!!!!!!!
Anyway….this is gonna be ANOTHER short story hehehe. Since I wrote it on a whim it might take some time for me to post the next part but I hope y’all enjoy it nevertheless!
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ash-says · 28 days
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Survival 101 :
Buckle up your seatbelt darling because this is going to be triggering and one hell of a ride. Don't expect mushy from me. Might do it when tapped in my soft girl era but today I feel like a Villain.
1) Keep your mouth shut where you don't hold the power. No power no expressed opinions that can put you in trouble.
2) Learn manipulation and seduction skills. This will help you to detect when someone is trying to manipulate and seduce you. Saves a lot of drama and heartache.
3) Fight back strategically. We don't want to lose a job, a degree certificate, a bruise on your body,etc depending on your situation.
4) Facts over emotions. Always.
5) 90% of older men are creepy. Speaking from experience here. Play with them by ear. Get what you want by being polite and respectful but if they try to harass you or take advantage we turn Medusa on them or if you are not in a position to fight and walk out safe just play cutesy and shy and dumb. Ask him what he means and do not take a word said by him seriously. Dodge his advances like your life depends on it until you get an opening to run for the hills.
6) Snap out of delusions and pay attention to reality. People are not what you make them out to be they are what they show you. Stop making excuses for them.
7) Anxiety can be crippling. Panic attacks are the worst but no matter what happens try your level best to never show them publicly. Men are vultures and vulnerable women are easy prey for men.
8) That one friend who is all sweet to you and is your bff but anything positive happens in your life and suddenly starts becoming passive aggressive. Not your friend. Don't share any secrets. Best to be kept as an acquaintance.
9) Develop sarcasm and don't be afraid to put self entitled bitches and bastards in their place. Better being called a 'Mean Girl' over a 'Doormat'.
10) Bully back the bullies. It's 2024 sweetie we don't wait for an opportunity for revenge we fucking create it.
11) No matter how tough your life is going everyone shouldn't be getting a broadcast about it. At least not by your own mouth. Try to act as put together as you can.
12) Kindness is virtue but being apathetic saves you. Don't be the fool who bleeds through the stabs of the same knives again and again. "Because I can't see them in pain. I have a heart." Babygirl you have a life too. All that emotional stress is going to result in some serious problems in the upcoming years.
13) Learn when to quit. The most emotionally intelligent people I know are great quitters. They know when it's the end of an era.
14) Never disclose your family issues to outsiders. Until and unless a person has proved their loyalty to you year after year only those selected one or two people should know your domestic issues. Anyone else knowing it is like having a good gossip for tea time.
15) Lastly, there are no fucking saviours in real life. You are your own saviour.
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Maybe the wrapping wings around heddies but the reader wraps their wings around the characters?
okay i rly like this but what about with characters that don’t have wings?? (lmk if yall want characters w wings cus this is kinda silly funny haha)
charlie
she loves when your wings wrap around her — every time she hugs you, she’s waiting for that extra warmth and when it comes she just hugs you even tighter
she wouldn’t ask you to do it, but if you put a wing around her in public she’s trying not to get too excited
cuddling is a must for wings. you’re sitting on the couch? she wants a nice feathery blanket. lying in bed? same thing. watching a scary movie? she’s using your wings as a shield to duck under anytime theres a jump scare
if you asked her if she’d like a wing, she’s the happiest you’ve ever seen her
“im starting to wonder if you’re just dating me for my wings,” you’d joke and she’d laugh and say, “they’re definitely a plus” while running her finger over the top of one (this girl likes to tease i know it)
she loves when you cuddle up to her and wrap your wings around her, like she just melts
she does not let anyone play with them. ever. if niffty tried to go scurrying around them, she’s taking her away faster than she can blink
your wings are hers as much as they are yours, but that’s a silent rule between you two that she doesn’t plan on voicing
she just gives “let me be your wings” from thumbelina vibes like you would have a duet like that
alastor
now if you ever need to gossip, he’s clearing his throat and you’re shielding your conversation with your wings while you two laugh and whisper
he does not want anyone touching him but if you put a wing around him he knows you guys have some important business to talk about
sometimes you throw up your wing, whisper, and he has to stop himself from laughing when you quickly put your wing down, alastor batting it with his microphone as you laughed
now if he’s ever hurt, that’s when your wings go around him, making sure no one sees so he can escape to saftey
you’d always come to his rescue even if he got mad at you for it, wings wrapping around him as you struck his attacker faster than he could summon his shadows (and he definitely gets pissed about it but hey what are … friends …. for!)
wings are for shit talking and the occasional life saver when it comes to al
angel dust
he loves the security of your wings
after a long day, you’d just lie in his room, wings wrapped around him as he held you close — he’d either fall asleep or want to sit in silence like that, but either way you were happy to help
sometimes you’d just sit at the bar, wing around him as you talked and laughed together
whenever you went out together, your wings were a strict barrier that no one dared to cross. you put a wing in front of angel when some guy approaches him? he and every other demon are backing off for the rest of the night. you’re walking down the street? wing around him and no one is approaching you
he definitely asks you to do it (in his own very special way) and he likes to tease you when you’re around other people
but you both know he treasures the safety your wings give him
pentious
my boy pentious 100% thinks you’ve turned against him the first time you drape your wings over him — you could’ve literally been sleeping and he’d accuse you of trying to smother him
“i was sleeping!” “your subconscious mind plans to kill me, too!”
he warms up to it though because the next time it happens you’re fast asleep and theres no attempt to block his airways, or whatever he thought you’d do, so he snuggles into the warmth
being a snake (i love snakes im gonna b a lil nerdy about this one) pen likes to burrow. especially at night. he’d start to curl up under the warmth of your wings and rest there until you eventually moved
some days you’d wake up and he’d be completely hidden beneath your wings. if you lift one, he’d very quickly tug it back (definitely how he found out about sensitive wings)
he felt very bad :(
cherri
wings are for parties!
they give you the best dance numbers — dramatic reveal, awesome poses, super dope flying routine…!
then they’re for comedowns because once you’re home from the club shit hits the fan and you’re wrapping your wings around her so she can even try to sleep
but then the morning comes and you brush it off cus it’s time to blow shit up!
definitely using your wings as a shield though — they’re probably dyed pink and red by now, with all the times you’ve had to cover the two of you from explosives
but she finds it super hot so…
velvette
she likes to fuck with you
1000% uses them as her personal armor — you’re basically a body guard
she’ll wrap them around herself while looking in the mirror, modeling your wings like a feather coat
“my wings are not going in your collection,” you’d have to tell her, still pulling her closer with them as you met her eyes in the mirror
“yeah, guess you’re right. can’t have anyone else getting a hold of these, can we?”
she loves being wrapped in them while she sleeps — she loves you sleeping next her, cause then she can lay them however she wants
it’s always best when you’re wings fold in and bring her closer though
definitely been used for a private moment in the office
she says they’re your best asset
vox
now this man is, under no circumstances, letting you wrap your wings around him
in public? absolutely not…
in private? well…. no! totally not!
at least not until you’re asleep and he’s situating himself beneath them. it’s not his fault a feather blanket helps him fall asleep
you’ve definitely waited until he fell asleep, draped you wings over him, and watched him relax into them
he’s not slick
like at all
not even in public
he’ll touch them and the minute one even wraps around him, his screen is buffering
speaking of in public… just wait til you’re at a party. he’s drunk and all over you, touching your wings, handling them like their his own, you have to use them to shield the two of you when he gets too handsy, and he loves it; pushing your buttons until your wings are around him and being more than satisfied by that
niffty
girl is crazy
she cleans them, climbs on them, inspects them (almost rips the fuck out of your feathers)
there’s no way you can wrap that girl up, she’s too quick
but she would love petting them and thats why shes here
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❝ bless or curse? ❞ — richceo!jay x afab!reader
cw: arranged/forced marriage, angst, sloppy kissing, you’ve known each other since childhood but were never close, made up last name for reader, both mains are rich, dry humping, jay’s arrogant and sometimes very insensitive, jealousy, oral (m.) in public space, cunnilingus, dumbification, breeding kink, reader quickly forgets about very recent ex, dirty talk, pet names, nudes, apparition of stray kids’ hyunjin, imessages, instagram & twitter fakeposts (twitter’s reader face is just to portrait someone).
wc: 16, 990.
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rich people’s down to do anything in order to not lose their fortune.
the world of the rich is a very strange one to be born in, at first you feel like everything is amazing until something just tears it all up. you live in such privileges you don’t even think about anything else in life, but not everything in life is perfect.
your family owns an important company that moved around the continent but wasn’t doing exactly right. your father had to close two fabrics in china and shut down the investigation building in japan. even though you still had many buildings around, you had to face what was going on: you were going into bankruptcy. “we can’t do anything about it, sales have been going down for about a year now. if we keep going like this we’ll have to sell our home,” your mother sighed and refuted, but your father knew well: there was nothing you could do.
for months now, you have started dealing with financial problems. your father had to bring mingyu, your brother, back from his overseas education in switzerland so he could study in a cheaper high school in the city, and also had to cut your wings on studying art in a european country. life was going down for your brother and you, but you never refuted anything and supported your father.
that night you had a big event from mr. park, ceo of park imperial. he was celebrating the company’s 70th anniversary and invited his colleagues. you and your younger brother were waiting for both of your parents while talking about the fate of your family's empire, it was sad for both of you not even because of the money but because of how your relatives perceived your father. eminent enterprises had been a family business operating since the fifties and your grandfather gave the lead to his eldest son by inheritance, but no one trusted him due to his young age when he was given it. he had a twenty year peak but now, everything was falling down and they started gossiping and making up rumours saying he had spent all his money on bets and luxuries. yes, mr. lee had given your bother and you a life filled with eccentricity and you always had everything, but he always stopped you from becoming useless, spoiled children that with a snap got everything. “let’s go. it’s getting late,” suddenly your father arrived. he looked emaciated due to all of his worries and thinking, all of that made you sad. your mother also had a sad grin on her face.
the ride was depressing, no one was excited even though you knew the park’s held the biggest parties. you were going to it with long faces and even embarrassment, nowadays it was known all over the continent of your financial situation and everyone was commenting about it, and you confirmed it as you arrived at the party. whispers and pity looks from the employees greeted you, but as you got to where you were assigned seats, your father’s mates could only act as if they were oblivious of what was going on. “ah, my guy,” smiled mr. park with a sincere tone. he greeted the rest of you and told you and your brother to go with the younger generation and so you did, slightly bowing at him with a shy smile. “i hate coming here, everyone’s so bitchy,” mingyu said and you agreed, telling him you two could vanish at any given moment to go eat something afterwards, he nodded with a smile.
as you got to the back patio of the building, some of your known people received you with a smile. “how are you?” yunjin said while hugging you. “we were just saying we didn’t knew if you’d come,” she took your hand and walked to a table were some other friends were sitting. everyone invited you for a drink excitedly. “minho was just asking for mingyu, i’m so glad you two are here so we can catch up,” sooha said while eyeing at your bother and hers. even though you were a little embarrassed you kept on with the conversation that, fortunately, didn’t felt forced at all. no one was trying to make it weird for you even though they knew what was going on. “jay’s being a bitch to every girl again,” said yunjin in an annoyed tone as her glare pointed to where mr. park’s only son was.
jay park was a tall, dark-haired guy. he’s two years older than you and studied abroad in the u.s and then studied at university in england. now he was back and was the right hand of his father. he was very handsome indeed, spectacularly bright and mesmerizing to whoever he talked to or worked with. he was the visual of park imperial. “i heard his father’s putting him in charge of some of the companies he owns. if the rumors are true, he’s gonna be a billionaire by twenty-five,” sooha said with bright eyes, but then came back to the we hate park jongseong club. “he’s an asshole. all of his friends are, they all walk with superior airs on them. they’re annoying,” yunjin stated and then turned her attention to the table’s chat but gave a last opinion. “he looks hot with platinum hair tho,” sooha laughed at yunjin’s comment. your eyes were still on jongseong, who was calmly talking to his best friend group: sim jaeyun, park sunghoon and lee heeseung. they were all nepobabies. suddenly your stare was noticed by sunghoon, who told the rest of them and everyone looked at you, your cheeks burned in embarrassment but could only pay attention to mr. park’s son glares. it had no expression in his eyes, he was just looking at you while holding a glass of ice-cold whisky, when he took the cup to his lips he cut the stare and went back to his friends, and so did you. “excuse me,” you said and your friends nodded. you made your way to the ladies room and calmed down, the whole thing was making you uncomfortable and you knew why. before leaving the table, one of your friends was asked about how her fashion design career was going and she was happy to talk about how amazing it was, you got nostalgic about it and decided to leave.
after calming down you stepped out to go back, while walking you spotted your parents talking to mr. park. your father was shaking his head in disapproval and the eldest man held his shoulder and told him something that made his head go completely down and your mother nodded, then shook the ceo’s hand with both of hers and smiled, it was a thankful smile. mr. park shook his head while also smiling, then your father nodded softly as he hugged him. you frowned your eyebrows at the strange gesture but decided to pay no attention to it so you kept on with your walk. “we were planning on going to the club after this, you in?” yunjin asked but you refused, telling her you had stuff to do the morning after but only lied, your parents had limited your money and warned you about wasting it and you didn’t planned on spending 10k on liquor like you knew you would if you went out with them like the old times. “then let’s go for dinner one of these days, just the three of us,” sooha asked, you nodded with a smile.
when the clock hit two in the morning, mingyu stole you from the table saying you were leaving. everyone greeted goodbye and you two walked away, social battery completely drained. “how was it?” you asked, mingyu said it was fine, no one made him feel uncomfortable either.
in the car, your parents face had changed. they didn’t had any sadness on it but what they did had was a worried grin.
as you stepped out of the vehicle your mother took your hand, “honey, we need to talk” you nodded confused and followed them to your father’s office. mingyu eyed at you like asking what’s going on? but you shrugged your shoulders at him and he just left. you sat down in one of the sofas, your parents in front of you looked at each other and your mother turned her head to the side, your father exhaled a deep breath and palmed his knees. “listen, love. you know how bad the situation is, sales decreased only forty per cent this month and we had to shut down two factories in japan,” you felt your heart turn and waited for him to keep talking. “today at the party james came up to me and encouraged me not to lose hope but i mean, how can’t i in a position like this? well, he proposed something to me,” your mother stood up and walked inside the room tearing up, you felt incredibly confused and started to actually worry seeing her like that. you stared at your dad in amusement and found him biting his thumb with embarrassment. “what? is he buying the company?” you spoke out loud, body almost shaking and heart racing like crazy. what was so fucking hard for him to say and why the hell was your mother acting as if you were dying or something?
your dad looked at you for literal minutes in which you said random stuff about what you thought mr. park had said, but he only shook his head and then sighed. “no, he’s not buying the company or anything. he offered me a millionaire deal betting for the fate of the business. you know i have made deals with him before, but this one… the amount, honey, we could stabilize as we were before and hell, we would be in a position we’d never been before. our lives would change drastically and we could live so well, your own children wouldn’t even have to work,” he shut up again and you stood up from your seat, insufferably anxious. “WHAT IS IT THEN? WHY DO YOU HAVE ME HERE? FOR FUCK’S SAKE JUST TELL ME!” you screamed, anxiety-tears rolling down your face like a fountain. “sit down and don’t raise your voice at me, brat. james will make the investment with us only if you marry his son, jongseong” he finally let the bomb out.
your body fell to the couch heavily, your breath shaky and eyes lost. “what?” you almost whispered. “his son is involved in a dating rumour with an idol teen and even after taking down the articles people have started to talk about it and it doesn’t look right for his business and in order for him to put him in charge of some companies he has to get married to ease the wave,” you shook your head in denial and stood up for yourself. “he does not have to get married to be ceo. what is this fucking business? isn’t this blackmailing? him manipulating you because we’re basically going poor? are you seriously selling me to save your own ass? are you fucking stupid or something? i’m not marrying a random dude because you don’t want to lose your money, father. no, i will not marry that bastard. i’m only twenty-one and i’m already in a relationship. so fuck you,” you couldn’t believe it, you felt betrayed and used but then the only thing you felt was a stinging pain in your cheek after he slapped you. “don’t ever fucking offend me, i am your father and want it or not you will do as i say. i do not give a single fuck if you’re in a damned relationship with who? a broke painter who will get you nowhere. this marriage is only for the public,” he stated. tears nonstop coming out, you glared at him with almost hate. “i’m meeting up with james tomorrow to set everything up. if you still want to study art in italy, marry park jongseong. if not, you can go fuck yourself,” those were his last words as he stepped out of the room, slamming the door with everything he had.
you cried with your face buried between your hands, your mother, who was not innocent since she accepted the deal first came up to you in consolation. “you’re just gonna let him do that, mother? you don’t see for my own happiness?” you whispered, she caressed your hair and held your hands. “we do, baby. we do. but just think about it all, this could save us from everything, and don’t tell me you don’t even find jay a bit attractive?” you laughed at her comment and stood up. “that’s what you’re worrying about? me finding jongseong hot? god, what people say about us is true: rich people is down to do everything not to lose their fortune”.
you left your mother in the studio as you walked upstairs and laid on your bed, wishing for everything to be over until you fell into a deep sleep.
in the morning, when you woke up wishing what had happened the night before was a nightmare, someone just threw the cold reality to you. “the wedding’s already been planned, you’ll get married in two weeks. i don’t wanna hear a single whine about this, you’re doing it,” your father said, his words hitting you like a bucket of ice cold water, as he closed the door you threw a pillow at it.
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“YOU ALREADY ANNOUNCED IT?” you screamed, your father responded with a cold yes outside your room.
you got up and got ready quickly, got out of your room and tried to run away to hyunjin but your father stopped you. “i’m still very young, father. i’m only twenty-one, how do you want me to get married? i haven’t done anything in life other than studying. please… i’m begging you, do not do this to me,” you fell down to your knees in front of him but he made you get up immediately. “you will go to that man right now and break up whatever you two have going on, then you’ll come back and get ready for dinner with the park’s and believe me, my daughter, if you don’t break up with him, i’ll do it myself,” you bowled your life out in his face, but he only walked away from you and locked himself in his office.
defeated, you did as he said: you went to hyunjin.
“what the fuck do you mean they arranged your marriage?” he shouted, face red and eyes huge. tears couldn’t stop coming out and you pleaded for his attention. “love, it’s not me who did this. i don’t even know him, please… please listen to me. we can still see each other, this fucked up thing is only for the cameras. i won’t really date him, i won’t sleep with him nor kiss him. i love you, i don’t need anybody else. i promise you, i’ll work this out,” but he could only shake his head in denial. “you’re so young, how are you getting married? it’s already hard enough for us to hide from the cameras because you ‘don’t feel ready to go public yet’ and you think we can work this out now that every single photographer is going to be after you? ” you hugged him and apologized but he parted you away. “no, no, no, no we can work it out, i swear,” he wrapped his arms around you and cried silently. “let’s give us a month, if the situations grows wrong… i’ll leave you to him,” hyunjin whispered and your crying became louder, begging him not to do that but he refuted. “and even if we do manage to work it out, we’ll never have freedom. we’ll never be a public couple, we’ll never be happy,”. his words sounded like a broken record in your head while taking a ride back home. could you really keep your own relationship while sleeping under the same roof as another man?
at home, you had to prepare for dinner with jay’s parents, and it all felt so bizarre. “behave,” your mother warned. she walked to your father and they both stepped out of the house to greet your guests. “this is fucked up” mingyu told you as you two started walking to the door too.
the park’s came in with a smile minus the son, he wasn’t smiling. he had his hands in his pockets and face as inexpressible as a doll. “here son, come in” your father took his hand and he slightly bowed, thanking him. “there she is! the newest bride-to-be!” you felt like crying since mr. park’s comment was almost like he was mocking you. after shaking both his and his wife’s hands, everyone made their way into the dining room. you sat next to your brother, jay in front of you next to his parents and your parents at both ends of the table. you caught jay eyeing you from time to time. “my wife’s been talking about how excited she is to pick up the wedding dress, she loves this stuff,” james park said and everyone laughed, but jay looked at them in disapproval and lowered his head. “honey, why don’t you take a walk with jeongsong. you must know each other,” your mother said, you cussed under your breath and got up, excusing yourself from the table. jay kept seated, you stared at him blankly and eventually, he got up and followed you.
“i want to talk to you about something” jay spoke at last when you two got in front of the greenhouse you had home. annoyed, you looked at him waiting for his talk. “you’re dating one of the best-known painters in this country. i know it all about your relationship with him,” he pulled out his phone and showed you images of you and hyunjin on dates, in his car, arriving at his place; everything. “i wanted to know everything about you before getting into this whole thing. my father has been wanting to do this since your family’s situation got as bad as it is now and i wanted to prepare myself,” your eyes opened widely and looked at him with fear. “i’m not breaking up with him if that’s what you’re gonna tell me,” he laughed and you stared at his grin. jay finished off with a smile and shook his head. “i know you’ve paid dispatch and all those nosy news pages not to follow you or him when on dates, i know the amount you two cooperated to pay. i know you love him and i also know that you’d give the world for him so, i’m nicely saying this right now and this is the only time i’ll say it like that: break up with him for the sake of your father’s business. tomorrow we’ll make our first apparition as a couple and believe me, he won’t feel okay with it. do you really wanna hurt that man’s ego that badly? he could get literally anyone he wants, he’s indeed very handsome and popular so, what makes you think he’ll stay with you after finding out you’re marrying another man?” his words made your tears come out just as bad as they did when your father told you the big news. you couldn’t believe what jay was saying and asking, even knowing he was right you couldn’t just give up on him like he was nothing. your head turned on him and your crying became rougher, your chest going up and down and your heart pounding like crazy. “we’re only for the cameras, jongseong. i don’t have to kiss you nor sleep with you, i am not breaking up the greatest love i’ve ever experienced… for you,” he nodded and sighed, stood up and started walking away but you took his arm before he could leave. “please. i’ll do everything to make this thing work, but the news are eventually going to fade and our marriage will just become old news. i don’t have to stop seeing him just because of this… just like you don’t have to stop seeing that idol you’re going out with,” jay looked at you with pity in his eyes and cussed. “i’m not dating anyone, that was just a rumour. we’re getting married because that has to fade away, yes, but also because in this industry you have to be seen as mature as you can to be taken seriously and a wife will make people think i have my feet on earth and i’m prepared to take the lead. don’t be silly, and listen to me: even if the news fade away, you’ll still have cameras on you. just as idols and actors, ceo’s are also faces in this country and they try to put us in scandals too, and you being my wife are going to be in the same peephole as i am. the photographers are always going to be on your back,”. even if you didn’t want to accept it, you knew he was right.
“yes, we’ve paid the news not to photograph us but we didn’t pay the people. hyunjin and i have been cautious about everything and as you said yourself, for almost a year we haven’t been caught. no one knows about us, just his friends. i will not give up on him, not for my father and definitely not for you” he stared at you and refuted your statement but knew your stubbornness would let you open your eyes. “okay. do as you wish but if you fuck up, you’ll regret it. deeply,”.
he got out of your grip on his arm, leaving you with a fearful feeling in your stomach. you were afraid of what was going to happen next, you were afraid of everything. “jay,” you called. “i’m not stupid” he laughed. “love makes you stupid, angel. you’ll see, eventually, that i was right. you’ll only hurt him staying with him, i am a man too and i know how men feel when they see the woman they love next to another man. i am not trying to make you break up with him just because we’re getting married, i just know how he will feel. just think about it, would you like to see him going out on dates with a colleague, holding another woman’s hand, kissing her and even have to see him on the altar, pretending to be married just so their work gains more popularity due to their story? even if he comes home to you, you’ll be jealous and uncomfortable. how do you think he’s feeling right now?” and so he left.
you sat down and thought about what he said, you knew he was right if you saw it like that but love does make you stupid. you couldn’t just leave him. you refused to do it. how really could you?
the next day, jay picked you up around six to get dinner. he had explained everything you had to do and how important it was since it was your first public apparition, you nodded at everything he said just to stop him from speaking anymore. “please, do not do anything i’m not aware of,” you said as you stepped out of the car as jay opened your door. people started to gossip as they saw you. “change your fucking face, jesus, how do you expect people to believe we’re in love if you have that shitty face on you” he whispered to your ear and deposited a kiss on your cheek. you interlaced your fingers with his and smiled at him, walking to the restaurant you were about to get dinner from. “mr. park, welcome. your table’s ready,” the waiter said as he slightly bowed. when you two sat down he ordered a bottle of wine right away. “i think the photographers are already here” you whispered to him looking out of the window. “good, the quicker the better. okay, listen, we have to make this work one way or another,” you nodded, agreeing with him. “i hate this as much as you do, but well… our opinions don’t matter, we’ll get married in two weeks,” he grinned and you smiled thankfully at the waiter who brought the wine and served you. jay ordered for both of you and he left again.
you two talked about basic nonsense to actually meet up. he also told you how his life was in the u.s and then in europe, you told him about how much you wanted to study art in italy and he listened. while doing all of this, you faked full happiness and love, every once in a while jay held your hand and even placed your hair behind your ear while smiling and touching your face with cuteness. “you’re making me fucking sick,” you whispered to him. “why are you so fucking obnoxious? just do your damn job”.
after dinner he took you back to the car and started driving back to your place. “see? that wasn’t that bad,” he commented and you agreed. jay wasn’t a said asshole as everyone stated, he was actually quite nice to talk to and was very interesting. you paid attention to him the whole time he spoke about himself and he did the same when you did, at least that was a good thing, you were both interested in each other’s lives. “hey, why don’t i have an engagement ring?” he mumbled a fuck and also remembered that part. he took out a little box from the glove box in front of you and gave you the black velvet box. you opened it and unconsciously smiled at the beautiful ring. “i have to put it on myself? c’mon, make me believe this bloody engagement” you laughed at him, mockingly. jay sighed and placed the ring in your finger, it fitted perfectly. “i chose it” he said, visibly proud of himself. you smiled and agreed he had a good taste, then you started talking again and basically forgot he was being forced into marrying you. talking with jay was very endearing, until you remembered that you had a boyfriend and that you were literally obligated to go on that date with jay. “it was nice… today,” it’s what you said before leaving the car.
jay watched you walk quickly inside your home and realized how hard he was gripping onto the steering wheel, he exhaled knowing he was doomed. ever since you two were children and you stubbornly accompanied your father to see his meetings you saw jay there. he always found you beautiful but you were never interested in him, when he moved out of the country to go to the states he used to stalk you on social media to see how you were doing and jealously cussed at your stories in which you looked beautiful. when he received the big marriage news, he felt devastated knowing you would hate him for an eternity. he knew you were dating someone since he saw all of your instagram stories, and now, he didn’t wanted another man to have what was soon going to be his.
in the morning while sipping on some coffee you texted jay about what your father had made you do: go find a tux for your fiancée. he didn’t reply, you called him twice but still, no answer. you never thought he was then in hyunjin’s apartment, demanding to speak to him.
“my name’s park jongseong, i’m your girlfriend's fiancée and i‘m here to talk to you,” he spoke calmly and strongly. hyunjin stood frozen in front of the door, thinking how stupid he must’ve looked. “i have nothing to talk with you,” the painter said, but jay insisted. “look, i’m not gonna take up much of your time. i just wanna talk about what’s going on here,” he said, looking directly into hyunjin’s eyes. “we’re getting married sooner than expected and i just want to talk to you, man to man,” the eldest one chuckled. “you are a main problem. with you in between everything suffers to go down, and can’t stand her still seeing you. she’s naturally stubborn, and won’t listen to me or her father and that’s why i’m here. you have to leave her” hyunjin refused and asked him to leave immediately. jay looked at him and kept on talking, ignoring whatever he had to say. “if you don’t break up for good, i’ll make you a villain to her. here’s a melioration for you; stay away from her. if you don’t want any fucking trouble, do as i’m telling you. you know i’m not messing around here” hyunjin threw the envelope filled with money in his lap while refusing his offer and stood up, jay began talking again before he could. “don’t be a fucking dickhead and understand, we can make you lose everything you’ve worked hard for if you don’t listen to me. i’m sure you’re not that stupid to mess around. break up with my fiancée today, i will not ask you again,” jay left without saying another word.
hyunjin opened the envelope and exhaled seeing the massive amount in it. he knew jay wasn’t joking when he said that about what he’s worked hard for, even if he loved you deeply, he wasn’t in the position to actually risk everything he had. he had no chance, so he called you and broke up the relationship telling you he couldn’t stand the situation and it was better for him to back off. “it was jay, wasn’t he?” your voice cracked, hyunjin kept quiet as he never allowed himself to lie to you and you laughed. “jin, did he pay you?” you cried, hearing you like that was breaking his heart and he sighed, tearing up. “he said if i didn’t do it i’d lose everything i’ve ever worked for” you chuckled feeling your blood boil. “i seriously don’t wanna cause any trouble, you know i love you and i love you deeply, but i can’t be in between something like this. i need you to understand i’m not doing this for the money, but because i’ve worked hard for a long time and i will not lose it because some rich boy wants to see me fall” you cried as you heard him so sure about his decision, and also because you knew you couldn’t even argue on it. “i love you, and i will always do. you’ll find yourself in every piece of my art from now on, our love will never die. never. if you ever wish to come back to me, i will be waiting here, always” hyunjin hung up the call.
you wanted to rip your face off afterwards, your only plan was to call jay calming up and lying to him. “hey, you. look, i know things aren’t the best between us and, what do you say you come to my house right now? no one’s home and i’ll be waiting for you,” your voice was raspy and faked sensuality when in reality you were bawling your eyes out. you heard jay’s exhale through the speaker and replied coldly with a: “i’ll be there”. men. they were all the same, they all only wanted the same thing. after hanging up with your soon-to-be husband, your whole body melted into the mattress as your throat hurt from screaming your lungs out, you’d never had a broken heart before and much less with hyunjin, you wanted to die. you didn’t even realise how much you had been crying when you heard the door open and a manly smell filled the room. “YOU SON OF A BITCH! COMING HERE RUNNING THINKING I’D SUCK YOU OFF BUT HOW FUCKING DARE YOU GO TO HYUNJIN AND THREATEN HIM TO LEAVE ME?! IF WHAT YOU WANTED WAS FOR ME TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU THE ONLY THING YOU’RE GETTING FROM ME IS HATRED. I HATE YOU, PARK JONGSEONG!” you started hitting his chest with all of your strength, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrists and hugging your body to stop, now realizing how tired you felt.
you suddenly calmed down in his arms, jay shushed you and took your body to the bed where he made you lay down and him next to you. “what are you doing?” you cried, he didn’t answer, wrapping his arms around your waist and calming you down. it worked, you started feeling your breath cool off and your body stopped shaking. jay caressed your hair slowly, his fingers tangling with every thread of it until they reached your neck which felt sensitive at the touch of his fingertips. “am i so wrong not wanting another man touching what’s mine?” he whispered to your ear, the minty smell of his breath making you shiver under his touch. “it doesn’t give you the right to pay my boyfriend literal bills to break up with me. that’s just mean, jay… that’s mean,” the tears started flowing again, but he managed to trick your mind into forgetting about it. “you’re gonna realize the favour i made you. you’ll have it all with me, you won’t need some stupid, sensitive painter who can’t give you anything. i’ll bring down the stars if you want them,” he whispered, pulling your body closer to his. “your cup will never be empty, your eyes will never have tears on them, your heart will never be broken, your hands will never be alone, your body will never be cold, your wallet will always be full. give us a chance, baby” his whisper came even closer until there was just a tiny millimetre pulling you apart. your head was divided into two things: hyunjin had just broken up with you and jay smelled heavenly. he noticed the confusion in your eyes and laughed at you, making you frown and try to back off, but jay’s grip was stronger than you. “are you gonna lie to yourself and say you don’t even like me a little bit?” your heart rose up and you cursed at yourself for it, knowing jay would feel the beat and laugh again. “i’ll take that as a yes,” with every word he said, he reached for your mouth with hungry eyes. you never imagined being in that position before, not after what just happened, because you had surely thought about it.
years before, when you were thirteen and jay was fifteen you attended sim jake’s birthday party and your now fiancée was there being one of the birthday boy’s best friends. “let’s play seven minutes in heaven,” sooha said and the boys laughed at her. “c’mon, we’re not eight” heeseung replied, but it was jake’s party and he was the one to chose the very famous suck and blow, but you weren’t really excited about it being next to jay and dooya, a girl whose family moved to the u.s and never came back. the nervousness rose up your spine knowing if you weren’t capable of keeping the stupid thin piece of paper in your lips, you would have your first kiss either with a girl or with jay. “fingers crossed for you to kiss him” yunjin winked at you and you cussed at her. as probably every girl there, you were desperate to kiss him but too shy to admit it and actually act on it, so you really wanted to focus on keeping the paper on your lips. every teen in the small party squirmed whenever someone almost kissed, until sunghoon and sooha did and everyone laughed at it since they backed off immediately in disgust. the game started again and when dooya reached for your lips you sucked onto your life in that paper and moved your head to seek jay’s but he blew on it and made it fall off. no one noticed he did that but you and everyone cheered when neither of you backed off. jay kissed your lips almost dumbly, he was a teenager after all.
after that incident, your childly brain had a little crush on park jongseong, but it quickly faded away since he moved to the u.s and was barely seen in korea. then you grew up and totally forgot about him, meeting hyunjin and all. when you saw jay again for the first time was back on his father’s company anniversary and he looked better than ever, but you only had eyes for someone else. now, seeing him so close to your face and knowing you had no attachment to anyone anymore made your heart melt. “we never got along when we were children, but we both remember that kiss at jake’s party” he said as if he were a mind reader. “you were so desperate for it, just like you’re now… but we were children then, right now i can sense something else in your eyes. oh, baby, is it lust in them?” jay was purposely laughing at your state. cheeks flustered, lips puffy and reddish from all the crying and glowy eyes from the situation. you sure knew your brain was tricking you into believing something it didn’t feel and jay knew it too. you were hurt and him coming to you like that in your state was your last straw to keep your mind off what was actually going on but god, he smelled so expensive and delicious you just wanted to drown in it. your mind betrayed you and your lips smashed into jay’s, hungrily eating them out. your body climbed on top of his and his hands groped your waist as your kiss escalated. little moans left your lips every time you backed off to get some air and he enjoyed them a little too much, showing how much he loved them with his hips slowly thrusting onto your core making you groan in pleasure. “am i the meanest man on earth right now too, my darling?” he mocked you while touching your ass and squeezing it. his lips ate yours again and now everything that was heard in the room was your sloppy kissing and messed-up groans. you drifted apart from jay’s lips with a thread of saliva keeping you together and your body began to move almost by itself on top of him, the man underneath you closed his eyes and sighed, feeling his hard rock dick being stimulated. you glared at him hypnotized by his beautiful moans, so pretty you felt butterflies in your stomach. “it feels so nice,” you whispered to yourself as you threw your head back and humped his cock faster. jay let out a loud groan and pushed your waist onto him to feel everything even more and it made you tremble in pleasure. “fuck” you whined as you felt your clit getting sensitive, jay was enjoying his view as he took control of your body and gave you small thrusts but your hips did all the work. he was smirking at how nice you felt just touching him with clothes on, making him realize you were quite hungry for him before. soon enough, your body shook and your lips mumbled incomprehensible words announcing your climax and jay happily encouraged you to do so. “such a pretty lady” he whispered to you as your body fell upfront, he groped your cheeks and kissed you again, your mind going crazy about how tasty his lips were. feeling drunk on him you finally backed off and stared into his eyes. “just shut up” jay spoke up.
his arms turned your body to your side next to him and he caressed your hair in a way you felt sleepy, which was exactly what he wanted to do. “jay” you called, he didn’t respond just listened. “i liked it” his breath cut off as his hands travelled from your hair to your waist, which he hugged and you moaned in comfort.
your brain was incredibly confused. partially knowing you agreed on it because of the pain but the afterwards was also enjoyable. was it all because of hyunjin? you wept off the thoughts from your head and closed your eyes, almost immediately falling asleep. jay saw this and battled himself about staying or leaving, it was the middle of the day and totally knew how inappropriate it would be if his soon to be parents in law found him there with you, so he waited until you completely fell asleep and went downstairs to leave, before leaving he kissed your forehead and whispered goodbye.
jay’s actions weren’t like that out of nowhere. he was a bitchy, arrogant asshole and believed in himself better than others sometimes, but he also had a heart. a very big heart. when you two were little you were both stubborn, just like your father’s, so you decided to go with them to meetings and spend the day with them and then regret your decisions about two hours after the whole day started and in one of those occasions, you met jongseong. he was ten and you were eight and he looked at you as if you were unreal. “hi! wanna play hide and seek?” you said with a childish, high-pitched voice. jay, being naturally uninterested denied your request but you pouted and insisted, telling him how bored you were and that he was the only kid there with whom you could play, so he ended up agreeing. during the whole time, jay thought you were pretty cute and later on in the day he asked his father for your name and told him: “she’s pretty”, with a silly smile on his face.
jay smiled dumbly remembering that moment as he drove off your property. he had always found you beautiful and used to have a crush on you, taking his shot at jake’s fifteen birthday party, but soon enough his father told him he was leaving to study abroad and he distanced himself from you forever, stalking you on social media and being jealous every time you posted a picture with who now he knows was hyunjin, since you never showed his face on your instagram or anywhere else. when james park told him about the marriage plan he never thought of it as bad but was hurt knowing you’d probably hate him and despise the whole relationship and that’s why he was trying to get lovelier and better just for you to enjoy at least his company. jay knew he was doomed, he knew you’d probably never experience the same feelings as him but even with that, he was satisfied with you being his wife. “change of plans, wedding’s in two days, son. things were arranged quicker than expected and everything’s now perfect” mr. park said while walking into the kitchen seeing his son grabbing a cold beer from the fridge. “does mr. lee know already?” he nodded and sighed. “you know son, i like this kid. this marriage is for views but i like her and i think you should really go out as a couple, yeah? she’s nice and beautiful, such a good girl” jay smiled stupidly but erased it from his face just as soon as he caught himself doing it in front of his own father. “she is, i’ll try. she’s not that bad after all,” he said leaving the kitchen to head to his bedroom, not very sure about what he really felt or what did you actually told him you liked it. he felt bad for somewhat taking advantage of your broken heart but satisfied with what had happened, knowing that some part of you was also okay with it.
next time you saw each other was two days after, at the altar.
people praised you for the beautiful dress mrs. park had picked and your mother was emotional and whiney about her only daughter already getting married, but the only thing that surprised you that day was your father’s words to jay. “please, take good care of my daughter and promise me that if you ever change your mind and want her off of your life, bring her back to me just like i’m giving her away to you now: heart in hands. you’re now my son too, jongseong” he let go of your hand to hug jay tightly and palm his back with tenderness. “your daughter’s in safe hands, mr. lee” he said back, your father nodded pleased and left you with him to take a seat.
after the ceremony you two had to go take pictures for the press, jay hugged you and kissed you for the cameras and you felt a small pinch in your heart knowing he was only doing it for them. you never imagined your marriage to be so empty and fake, that made you tear up and the photographers noticed. “why is the bride so sad?” they shouted. “oh, no! i’m not sad! these are happy tears! i’m married to the most handsome, caring man here!” you tried to smile, showing your hand with now two rings on it and hugged jay faking love, he hugged you back and kissed your head. moments later the staff told the press their time was up and they let you go, a car parked in front of the two of you ready to take you home. “you look ethereal today, so, so pretty” jongseong whispered to you in the car, you turned your head to face the window for him not to notice the sudden blush on your cheeks. “also… about that time-” you shook your head and couldn’t hide your laughter, facing him again with a red face. “let’s just not say anything. i already told you- i liked it” that was enough for him to be pleased with the situation.
the ride was long and you stared either at the window or your phone the whole time, but he stared at you and admired your prettiness. he didn’t wanted to think of the marriage as a cold, forced, unhappy relationship- well, obviously he knew that’s what it was but he wanted it not to be like that and was totally down to make you fall for him, and he knew exactly how. jay didn’t really know you weren’t really that innocent either.
even though you two had absolutely no contact at all during your childhood and adolescence, you two always had a small liking in between. you perfectly remembered seeing jongseong’s face on the news next to his father after his return to korea, while watching the news with hyunjin you couldn’t hide your stupid smile just thinking “he looks even better now” and he remembered just smiling all the time you posted something and then going back to stalk you while thinking the exact same thing as him. you eyes jay and noticed him already looking at you, both of you laughed embarrassed about it. “okay, this is your new home, my darling girl” he announced as he stepped out of the car to open your door. “this is too much…” the place was bigger than mr. park’s and that was a hell of a house, jay refuted your comment and shook his head. “it’ll be so lonely with just the two of us here” he took your hand and smiled warmly. “that’s why we have to fill it up with joy” his words made you blush but you quickly tried to play it cool, walking up to your new home. quickly, two ladies took you to the dining room announcing they had prepared food to celebrate your new marriage, both of you thanked them and ate gracefully. it was quite funny tho since he was in his luxurious suit and you in your wedding gown. “hey, so, i have to go to a meeting tomorrow and i was thinking maybe you could come with me so i can show you around, after all, you’ll inherit everything” you frowned your eyebrows, but jay’s happy grin on his face made you agree with his wishes.
after dinner, you went upstairs to take off your dress, your now husband had said your stuff had already been taken there and you thanked him for it. as you finished changing your clothes, jay entered the room. “i wanna talk to you” he said, mood all changed and harsh. “what’s up?” you replied while laying down, jay sat next to you. “look… you just broke up with that guy and i know you actually quite liked him so, i know i won’t receive everything from you, i know you still hate the idea of being forced to marry me and all that, but we gotta make this work. i was serious when i told you that with me, you’ll never lack anything, you just have to ask and i’ll give it to you. i wanna make this work and… look i like you, i’ve liked you for quite some time now and believe me when i tell you making this work is what i want the most. i wasn’t gonna allow you to have a relationship with another man because i want you to be in love with me, not any other fucking guy” you lowered your head and played with your fingers as you heard him saying all that. you didn’t know if it was that the realization of the breakup hadn’t hit you yet but you only felt hurt when you heard the news, once jay was with you in your room, all of your sorrow vanished and you felt like it was all okay next to him, you didn’t want to say anything because you didn’t knew if that really was a reality, but you knew you also wanted to make that relationship work, after all, you’d be spending every day together and hating each other wasn’t really an option. “i agree with you, i wanna make it work. i’m down for it, believe me, i know the whole recent breakup thing must be… a little impediment right now but, well, it doesn’t mean it’ll fuck everything forever, yeah? i don’t hate being with you and also, i don’t really hate the idea of this thing anymore i mean, i’m glad it’s you and not some other guy” jay was satisfied with that, he smiled at you again and you smiled back at him, a little worried, but more comfortable. “you can have this room if you want, i’ll be next door” you shook your head and held his hand. “maybe… sleeping in the same bed will help. i’ve heard that marriages have to… sleep next to each other so it really works out, you know?” you’d never heard that in your life, you just wanted a scientific fact to convince him, totally forgetting jay was a literal oxford graduate. “they say that they don’t work if there’s no intimacy, but i’ll take it” he winked at you and walked up to the closet to change his clothes. you blushed at his response and covered yourself up with the blankets, embarrassed. you peeked an eye when you heard his steps coming back and noticed him buttoning up his silk pyjamas, giving you a full show of his abs. you squeezed your thighs together to calm down the sudden reaction you had at seeing that scene, god, you felt pathetic being so easy for jay. you didn’t knew what it was, either his perfume of his cunty eyes, but he had something that just made you bail down to everything. “i saw you” he suddenly says, you squirm in embarrassment going under the blankets again, jay went inside the bed and fought you to see your burning red face. “it’s okay, i’m all yours. i’m your husband” he winks, letting you go.
park jongseong was gonna be the end of you. mark it.
“this is my wife, she’ll be accompanying me today but will wait outside for confidentiality,” jay says with a proud smile, holding your hand. his colleagues saluted and you let go of his hand while leaving the conference room to go sit in the reception with a few other workers. you read a book while waiting for jay, losing track of time until your phone announces a message.
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you laughed at the text and asked him if he could go out for a second, he denied it saying he couldn’t until they set the deal. you left your reading aside and walked to the restroom for a moment, while washing your hands and thinking about what jay had told you, you smiled to yourself and locked up in a cubicle again. you unbuttoned your blouse and pushed your boobs up to take a picture of them, you felt like a teenager doing that but found it funny to send one to jay during his meeting. you also took a picture of your ass behind your flared skirt and while analyzing them and making sure they were good pics, you send them next to a: “hope this makes your meeting more exciting ;)”.
jay opened the message almost immediately and only left you on read. you felt embarrassed and tried to remove it hiding your face in the book again, but couldn’t, your cheeks were burning your heart was rising and just everything felt uncomfortable and embarrassing. god, what were you thinking? after a while jay came out of the room and didn’t even bother to look at you, he just took your hand and rushed his way out of the room. “i’m so sorry” you said while lowering your head so he couldn’t see your face, but jay didn’t answer to the apology he just kept on walking until he reached the elevator and hit some number and doors opened quickly after that, realizing it was an office which you supposed was his. as you two walked, jay suddenly let go of your hand and took your face with his hand to make you look at him. “what’s with your funny business?” he said with dark eyes and dull voice. you were only able to shake your head and look away, but were unable since he had such a hard grip on your face. “you think's funny to send me that shit while i’m making a millionaire deal?” jay came closer to you and whispered angrily, making you squirm in nervousness. “just yesterday we became a marriage and both agreed on making this work, but today the only thing you want is to be a slut?” hearing his words made you open your eyes in surprise and went back to look at him quite shocked, he chuckled at your sudden impression and nodded his head. “if you want to be a slut, be one. c’mon,” he declares looking straight into your eyes with excitement in them, his words definitely surprised you but you weren’t an idiot, you were confused by what he meant but at the same time knew exactly what he wanted. your eyes travelled from his face to his lower abdomen, in which just a little bit further down you could find his rock-hard cock awaiting some touch. “are we in your office? someone could walk in” you whispered but jay ignored you. “oh, now you’re worried about people? nah, you’ll do as i say and fix your fucking problem” he demanded and even though you were shocked, you knew why you had sent those pictures. you weren’t so innocent after all.
your hands slowly reached for his belt and took it off, then calmly continued to unbutton his pants while pulling them down. one of your hands reached for his shaft and massaged it over the cloth, jay sighed at the satisfying sensation and caressed your hair while you did the same to his cock. when you felt like he was actually ready to be stroked, you pulled his underwear down and glared at him, he chuckled while continuing his affective touch and your hand almost shakily grabbed him as you dryly stroked for him to get excited, jay made a quiet groan as he tilted his head to see your eyes. quickly, the realization hit you and you spat on your hand to start and stroke him, that’s when he sat in his chair with you in between his legs. jay pulled your hair making you moan in pain, but continued to do your job. you saw him getting relaxed and closing his eyes due to the sensation and kept on with your job. you took the matter into his tip and kitty-licked it just to wet it, then wrapping it in your hand and massaging it slowly, you heard him drown moan, then you moved on to the whole thing and put both hands into work, watching his head thrown in the back of the chair. “take it like a good girl” he whispered with dilated pupils, staring at you with his mouth wide open and pushing your head into his crotch so you could take his dick inside your mouth and so you did, jay going feral at the explosive sensation of the warmth and hot cavity. your tongue worked up in his tip, making circles around it and then bobbing just on it making him groan loudly, then you continued to force yourself to take his cock fully into your mouth and do your best job, wanting to show off your skills and how you could be completely capable to please him. for some reason you felt like you really wanted to impress him in every way and mostly with pleasure, stupidly, since jay just found sexual pleasure as a complement in your marriage. “where did you learn this?” he groaned while moaning, his sounds like music to your ears. his hands caressing your head as he slowly made you gag on him and your lips formed a perfect o which made his sensitivity go up. for some reason, you were quietly enjoying what you were doing until you heard a loud knock on the door. your eyes met his and they only reflected lust, but you got hot by seeing him. hair messy, cheeks flustered, eyes glassy, coat off and loose tie. god, he was hot. “mr. park? i need you to sign some forms, they’re urgent!” a lady shouted from the outside, jay clicked his tongue and whispered something to you so low that you couldn’t even hear him very well but quite understood that he wanted you to keep down and not make any noise. “come in” you cussed at him for doing it, observed every little detail. whom you thought was his secretary’s heels sounded in the whole room and you heard her chuckle at him. “i’m so sorry for bothering you, sir, but this forms must be signed today and you know it,” she comments handing him the papers, jay didn’t responded to anything only made sure his hips weren’t seen and you were quiet. “you look good today sir, is that a new tie?” she said in a cheeky tone, jay sighed. “it ain’t, lia. are this the forms mr. jeon wanted signed? the meeting we had like three weeks ago?” she nodded and kept on trying to get jay’s attention, down there, you felt a little jealous. after all, he was your now husband and didn’t want him to be all played by everyone, so your hands started pumping on his still-hard cock and jay flinched at the sensation, after prepping him again you got him in your mouth and sucked him like your life depended on it, trying to make as less sound as possible. “jay, are you alright?” her calling him by his first name made almost made you furious, so your head bobbed on his dick and your tongue played with every single inch of it. “just take them and go,” he said after signing the forms, but the woman insisted. “no, you look quite hot. are you feeling ill? oh, is it because of your newest woman? oh… jay,” you wanted to scream.
whilst jay tried to get his secretary off his ass, both your hands and mouth worshipped his dick like it was some sort of deity. you saw jay throw his head back while his eyes went blank because of the pleasure, but he tried to cover it up by saying: “god, just stop! you’re fucking annoying me, s-shit” the woman moaned a whine and left the room angrily. jay’s chair backed off abruptly and took your hand in between both of his hands and controlled it, making it suck him off roughly. “you little slut, what the fuck were you even thinking now? sucking me with her here? was my angel jealous?” you whined in response because of his tip hitting the back of your throat furiously but he didn’t stop. “show me. show me how you’re gonna demonstrate to her i’m yours,” his words and eyes excited you, your tired jaw taking him in just a few more times until your hands took control of the situation in the length and your lips on his tip, jay groaned out loudly in pleasure and shut his eyes closed, one hand covering his eyes whilst the other rested in his abdomen. it was true he had been a long, long time without sex and he was sensitive, but what finally made him give in was just your mouth. when eye contact came in, your slow thrusts and your tongue were informed by his twitching cock that he was about to cum. jay grope your hair and made you deepthroat him again, he started moaning softly (his moans were probably one of the best sounds you’ve ever heard in your life) and you felt yourself getting wet. “ah, gonna cum” he whispers frowning and opening his mouth just a little to moan in complete pleasure, his head hit the pouchy chair again and groaned while his seed rolled down your throat. “fucking swallow it” he stated taking your face in between his hand, his voice was raspy and his eyes were a little tired. you did what he said and showed him your tongue, just to confirm. “good girl. that’s my good girl,” you got up, sat on his lap and looked at him. jay smirked and you admired his beauty. could’ve been the pheromones he’d just released or the fact that he was just gorgeous, that made you rub your thighs together to stop the heat forming in but quietly gasped at the sensation of wetness in your panties. “what is it, baby? oh… did my angel enjoy sucking me off that bad?” his hand slowly reached for your inner thighs, caressing them. you felt your blood fall completely to your centre and moaned when one of his fingers traced a tiny line in your pussy. “ah yeah, i see you did” he laughed at you while pulling in closer to your face and kissing you. “such a pretty lady” he says, starting to rub his fingertips on your clit. “no, no… not right now. let’s go home” you plead, he kisses your forehead and agrees.
jay tried to act normal while stepping out of his office, but his secretary was shocked to see him coming out of it hugging your shoulders. your eyes locked with hers and you smirked proudly, your arm hugging jay’s waist while your lips made their way to his cheek to deposit a little kiss on it. “what a…” she whispered, annoyed. when you two got to the car, the driver outside was holding a beautiful peony and tulip bouquet and handed it to you, you looked at jay with sparkly puppy eyes and thanked him. “they’re not mine” he says, angrily. “why do you have that?” jay asks the driver. “a blond man gave them to the receptionist saying they were for mrs. park. he didn’t left a note or anything else,” you knew it was hyunjin. that made your eyes water, realizing you’d never told jay what your favourite flowers were. you saw the bouquet and wanted to hug it, your tears glazed up and looked around out of inertia, finding no one. “put them in the trash,” jay ordered, snatching the thoughtful gift from your hands and giving it to the driver, who immediately found a trash can where he threw them. “no! wait!” you shouted, too late. you ran to the can and saw the flowers destroyed, but also a note. you acted around and took it without them knowing, you walked back to the two men and got in the car. jay took your hands and looked at you, he was still as handsome as he was just a few moments ago but now your heart was sensible. “i paid that piece of shit a huge amount and he comes and does this, that fucker” jay said, hurting you. suddenly, you remembered, you married a man whom you did not love and who paid the man you were enamoured of and paid him money to leave you, threatening him with ruining his career if he didn’t listen. when the realization hit you, you were sad again.
at home, you ran to your room and locked yourself in the bathroom as you knew jay would be there in a few minutes. you opened the note and cried at his handwriting. “why do you want him if he doesn’t even know the colour of your eyes? when i’ve even counted every single one of your lashes” his words made you burst out in crying. you knew you couldn’t do anything, you weren’t going to contact him either. it was your new life and you were now married, even if it was arranged you found it disrespectful to cry over another man in your husband’s house. hyunjin chose his work over you, and even if it hurt you, you had a new life and had to get used to it, you even made a promise to jay: you had to make it work. so you removed your makeup and did your skincare, put on pyjamas and got comfy to pretend that why you’d took so long in the bathroom, also, your puffy eyes could be excused by the yawns the long ride had given you. “i don’t want you crying over another man that isn’t me, suck it the fuck up” he stated as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom. you froze, watching his eyes furiously and annoyed. “i’m sorry” was the only thing you could say, sitting down next to jay and him staring into your souls with his characteristic deep stare. “are you still talking to him?” you nodded a no, he tilted his head and took your hand. “i don’t think it’s very clever of him to do that by his own matter so i’m gonna ask you again, are you still speaking to hwang hyunjin?” you repeated your movement and grabbed your phone, handing it to him. “look for yourself. i said i wanted to make this work, so no, i am not speaking to him. why would i? he gave up on me for money” your harsh words made your tears come out again and jay squeezed your hand, making you look at him. his thumb wiped your tears and he reached for your forehead and kissed it. “i was too hard on you, i apologize for the use of words. i understand your sensitivity, i’m sorry for what i did but just please understand my feelings for you and what i wish for us to have” you nodded softly, jay way wasn’t the best one but you tried to understand he did it out of desperation, knowing you’d never actually break up with hyunjin and also that it would be really bad for both of you to be involved in a scandal about cheating. “i’m glad you can understand my feelings, but i think it was just the surprise that took me off guard. let’s just not speak about this and move on with our lives, hyunjin isn’t part of us any longer so he can send a million flowers if he wishes but they won’t be taken in, i don’t want to have feelings for a man who sold himself off” your words gave you a tiny pain in your chest, even though you knew it was the truth, the breakup was too recent and it still hurt a little, after all, you were human too.
that night you slept cuddling with jay, you two were reading a book together when you fell asleep, but he didn’t. jay closed the book and decided to watch your relaxed grin, deep breathing and glowy look. you felt safe next to him and grope his arm to your chest as in trying to get him even closer to you. he smiled while watching you and finally closed his eyes as he rested his head on yours, softly. sleepiness hitting his body and quickly fell asleep. jay’s ways weren’t the best, but his intentions were clear: he wanted to be your husband, regardless of the situation.
months passed by and your relationship with jay kept getting closer and closer. now, you went out on your own matter to get to actually know each other and two sides won, yours and your parents because of the photographers who followed you around with cameras. it grew like a natural, healthy relationship. first, you two hung out as friends, then you realized you were developing feelings and told him about it, giving the cameras one of the most sounded pictures of the whole thing: jay lifting your body up in the air while hugging and kissing you, all very lovely. finally, came the lovers part, in which you two were especially good at. “are you working today?” you asked him while he was in the bathroom, he replied with a loud no and you smiled to yourself, jay walked out shirtless with only grey sweats covering him up, he turned his back on you to look at himself in the mirror and comb his hair. your eyes stared at his built back and stepped out of bed to reach for him, your hands softly hugged his waist and then your palms reached for his chest, squeezing it carefully. “what is it?” he asked you with his characteristic harsh stare, your lips kissed his low shoulder since it was what you could reach and he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little. before he could argue again, your hand made its way all to his sweats, where you got it in. you felt jay tense up as your hand slowly pumped dry on his cock, your kisses on his back made his skin shiver and his head slowly fell off to the back, groaning. “oh, baby, what is it?” he asked very softly, barely under a whisper. you didn’t respond to him, only kept on with your ongoing action and watched him chill off as the sensation slowly became more and more pleasurable. under your hand, you could feel himself growing and moaning softly when feeling the thickness of his shaft completely take off your whole hand and the length of it hitting his pants, him moaning in nuisance at the sensation. “is this how it is?” he asked, again, no answer. jay started to feel desperate. “please… what is it?” he asked again, you smiled playfully when his tip dropped some precum after feeling completely prepared. your thumb distributed the salty liquid as much as you could as lub and his little sounds were driving you insane. “i’ve been wanting you so bad for weeks now, but you wouldn’t do anything so i had to search for it myself” you finally spoke up, jay locked eyes with you and chuckled. “i’ve been wanting it just as much as you have, but wasn’t sure it was the best thing to do” you nodded, accelerating your work, jay felt his knees weakening and prayed for them not to fail him, but when you suddenly kneeled and placed your hands on his thighs after taking off his sweats and boxers, he found it difficult for them not to fall to the ground. “o-oh, fuck” he finally was able to moan when your cavity took him in completely. “oh, you’re gonna be the end of me” he whined as his hips thrust slowly onto your throat, your hands squeezed his thighs and his’ softly caressed your hair. your head bobbed on his cock and made a mess he sure was going to recall first thing after he recovers soberness from his excitement. “s-shit, you take me in so good” it could dangerously become an obsession for jay to fuck your mouth, he loved it there. your hands helped your tongue to please him, one hand on his shaft and the other on his balls, jay swore he was reaching heaven. “god, such a dirty fucking slut for me… you’re just made for me” his whisper made you whine and work harder on him, so his hips rocked your cavity as he felt the known knot on his stomach warning him about his orgasm, but he didn’t want to cum just yet so he pushed you away. “c’mere” he softly said as he threw you onto the mattress, his mouth attacked your neck and devoured it, marking it as his. “you enjoy teasing me a little too much, don’t you?” he asked with lust in his voice, you squealed underneath him as the touch of his hands burnt your skin. “jay…” you whispered and he laughed at your whine knowing you were the one who started it.
even if you were the horny one there and wanted everything with him, you two had never had actual sex before and you were sorta nervous about showing him such vulnerability. “jay, what?” he asked, hands unbuttoning your pyjamas and already had taken your shorts off. “jay, please. touch me” you pleaded but he didn’t respond. “you’re such a whore for coming up to me like that, you dirty thing” after ignoring you, his lips attacked yours, tangling both your tongues and his palms teasing your body. he pulled away for just one minute and made the most heavenly sound you could’ve ever heard, already ignoring the traces of saliva on your mouth and feeling the little drops of water from his hair on your skin. “i saw you following heeseung on instagram” you frowned, not knowing why he suddenly brought that up and laughed at the sudden intervention, but jay took your face in between one of his hands and made you look at him. “can you not understand that you belong to me?” he spat, eyes black and a scary smile on his face. “answer me, can you not understand?” you mumbled a whisper and his grip became rougher. “i’m all yours jay, all yours. everything about me is just… yours” you whined as you felt his fingers already working on your clit. he was satisfied with your response, and knowing you were the one who searched for it, jay bawled to your wishes. “what, my love? do you regret coming like a bitch in heat to me?” you refuted of his comments and got on top of him to kiss him like your life depended on it. jay reached for your bra and easily unbuttoned it, taking it off your shirt and squeezing your breasts over it, you moaned in pleasure watching his hands completely covering them up. after a while of kissing, jay broke the kiss to finally take off your shirt and small shorts, leaving you semi-naked. “you’re so beautiful” he whispered on your lips to swiftly place your body on the mattress and continue to kiss you.
every time you and jay had any sexual contact, your kisses were always filled with just plain excitation, but this time was different and you wanted to believe it was because, like you, he wanted the moment to be pleasurable and pleasant for both of you, not just some one-night sex thing. slowly, jay took off your panties as he broke the kiss, you exhaled hot breath seeing him caress your inner thighs and look straight into your soul. you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter just by the impotent image of him positioned between your legs, his worked-out body looking glowy and more appealing than ever. “don’t do this to me” you pleaded, whining feeling stimulated but he only laughed at your wish. “don’t do this to you? do you know how long i’ve waited to fuck you dumb? do you know how many times i’ve had to leave the bed because you were purposely backshotting me with your ass? huh? how i just play dumb when you touch me by mistake?” his voice was raspy and deep, eyes locking in with yours as you felt the heat rise up in the room. “so i will do whatever the fuck i want to you, because i’ve had enough of your stupid play” jay finishes off, his body backing off and face burying itself in between your thighs.
for a moment you froze down and let your body just feel jay’s wet tongue eating your core out, just for that moment you couldn’t talk nor whine, you couldn’t even do anything. he smirked at the state of dumbification and kept on with his good work, tongue on your clit and two fingers going in and out of you. “j-jay” you whispered and he looked at you. “there she is”. his actions became more and more pleasurable, his tongue making circles on your clit and then his mouth sucking on it while his fingers just kept working on your insides. your fingers reached for his hair and pulled it closer to you, making him eat you out completely while groaning, his hands caressing your ass as he made your legs go up in his shoulders giving him full access to you. your body squirmed underneath his touch and he began to feel drunk on your juices, both of you on the verge of insanity. your insides started to clench and jay accelerated his pace, making you go crazy, screaming his name and just straight up crying and whimpering. “do you wanna cum, baby?” he asked, you couldn’t even open your eyes trying to hold back the orgasm, somehow waiting for his permission and nodded, jay chuckled. “oh, you want me to allow you your freedom?” he mockingly asks, the only thing you could feel was his fingers losing the quick pace and becoming slower and the sensation even stronger. “make a mess on my fingers, love” he whispered and you didn’t have to be asked twice, you held the blankets for invisible support and moaned his name out loud while collapsing onto the mattress with shaky legs and burning red, hot body. jay stopped pounding and got up to position himself on top of you to kiss your lips, you moaned as soon as you tasted yourself in his mouth. “you’re gonna cum until satisfied” he said, your tired eyes met his and he smirked mockingly. jay wasn’t joking, you knew he wasn’t and you feared for life, already tired due to the past orgasm, he reached for the little night table and his neck was fully exposed to your mouth which definitely didn’t waste the opportunity to suck and lick his skin, leaving a little red mark on it which would soon become a notorious, purple hickey. jay moaned in pleasure at this gesture and kept on with his work, pumping his cock just a little to proceed and wrap it with a condom, you licked your lips suddenly eager to take him in you. “what do you say?” he asked, you frowned and nodded. “please jongseong, fuck me dumb” you whispered as he finally entered your pussy and pushed himself onto you. he waited a few moments until you got used to his side and even asked for permission to finally make a move, and when he did moans, groans, whines and whimpers came out of you as if you depended on them, you couldn’t speak nor move, feeling just too much for you to take. “is this what you wanted, angel? huh? is this what you’ve been crazily wanting?” he asked as his pelvic bone met your ass, his dick completely buried into you to very slowly began thrusting, slow and harsh. every sensation was new to you, jay made it be new and you wanted him to feel that. “more, more, please” you begged while taking his face between your palms and moaning with the most impressive doe eyes you didn’t even plan on putting. jay obeyed straight away after looking into your eyes and his hips rocked your core in and out while he held your body and his at the same time. “you’re okay?” he asked, the excitation in his voice still managed to express his feelings of deep concern and care in him. you only nodded, telling him you were fine.
the room was now all messy, moans and screams coming from both of you as the animalistic ritual wrapped you in completely. from time to time, jay used to lock his eyes with yours so he could see perfectly how you were feeling and he was very satisfied seeing them glazed and teary over the stimulation you were receiving. “you wanted it, you got it so take it like the slut you are” his lips kissed your neck and you moaned loudly, jay’s touch burned your skin as his hips rocked you dumbly. suddenly, in a swift move, he changed positions and your body was facing the mattress and he pounded your brim behind. “oh, my god… you’re so good at this” you stupidly commented, jay laughing at your honest words being so cock-drunk. his arm made you get up, his chest on your back and an arm choking your neck. jay’s lips marked a trace from your neck, jaw and cheeks. “all this time, i’ve been controlling myself not to do this to you. i’ve been trying not to mark you up and leave you feeling my cock buried in you for days, so you wouldn’t want any other man even around you” he whispers, sometimes stopping in between his words to kiss your skin. jay’s words sounded distant, understanding them but not at the same time. you’ve never had a lot of sexual partners throughout your whole life, but you had your experience and knew no one had ever fucked or made you feel slightly as good as jay was, not even your ex. “you’re fucking me so good i even wanna say i love you” you couldn’t even laugh at your own comment, he just chuckled. “you’ll be saying that every day after tonight, baby” he finishes off the little chat with a kiss on your cheek and continues with his pace.
you started to feel a knot in your stomach, your eyes watery and your body heat rising up, you whined out loud knowing your climax was coming. “can i please cum?” you politely asked, jay thought about it until he allowed it. “such a pretty cunt” he says feeling you clenching around him and unfortunately to you, jay’s promise of making you cum was still up and he continued with his work. changing positions several times, you screamed for mercy due to your over-sensitivity until he got to a position in which you could simply feel it all, things that you weren’t even aware you could feel, you did. “how are you doing this?” you barely whispered, your head fell onto his shoulder as your mouth suddenly shuts up, jay noticed your silence and smirks, caressing your hair softly while continuing with his chore. “oh, baby… are you all cock drunk? did i fucked you stupid? you’re so good for me, my angel” jay whispered onto your ear, feeling completely hypnotized by seeing your eyes white with tears running down them, your mouth slightly opened, cheeks and flustered and your body heavy due to its shut down. “shit, i wanna be sorry for getting you to this point but it’s so sexy seeing you so stupid” he couldn’t really know if you were actually listening or if you were in a whole different dimension, but he was getting incredibly turned on seeing you like that. jay frowned and moaned as soon as his eyes lowered and your fully exposed boobs bounced up and down, nipples hard and puffy due to the sensations and his abdomen felt hot, a knot announcing his orgasm. “give me one more, baby. one more. god, you’re gonna make me cum so nice” he asked, your moans slowly came out as your tears couldn’t stop falling and your body immediately reacted to his words, trembling on top of him and being completely taken over the feeling. your brain couldn’t even function correctly, the only thing in it was jay’s dick, how deep it was inside you and how amazing it made you feel. “in-side” you mumbled, your words almost made him cum in that exact moment but he stopped himself to do as you wanted, not caring about anything anymore. “please… please, fill me up” as soon as you said that, jay got inside you raw again and almost immediately stuffed you with his seed, marking you as his. arms wrapped around your waist and mouth pressed onto your neck, your sweaty body and messy hair and makeup were a masterpiece in which the artist was right behind it. “so stupid, so, so stupid just for some cock” he managed to speak, you turned your head slowly to watch him and kissed his lips. “love you, jongseong” you whispered with a very tired smile, collapsing to the front. jay got out of you and ran to the bathroom for a wet towel, then he came back and cleaned all of his traces off your pussy. his body carefully picked yours up and you two cuddled for the whole night, jay making you feel safe in his arms. “i’m sorry if i was too harsh on you, love. i got taken away, i didn’t mean to hurt you” his voice sounded a little sad, but you turned to face him. “i’m alright, i liked it a lot… definitely wasn’t expecting that from you, but i really enjoyed it. i’m excited to see what comes next” you playfully responded and he laughed it off, kissing your forehead as he hugged you so you two could sleep. “i’m right here, angel. every time you call my name, i’ll always answer” his reassuring words made you close your eyes, completely comfortable in between his arms and after a few minutes in silence of him caressing your hair softly, you fell asleep.
next thing you knew, your nostrils sent a message to your brain to wake up as they smelt food and after opening your eyes softly, you could see jay carrying a tray of food. “good morning, angel and happy five months being mrs. park” he smiles as he steals a kiss from your lips, when you saw him your cheeks blushed remembering what had happened the night before but he made you look up to him. “it’s okay, my baby. no need to be so shy” he winks, you also noticed how you weren’t naked anymore as you went to sleep, your body was covered by one of jays t-shirts and you also could feel your panties on, when he noticed your confused face the only thing he did was smile, and you smiled back at him. “little birdie told me your favourite breakfast was avocado-egg toast with iced coffee, so here it is” he says, eyeing you the tray. “oh, jay… you didn’t have to do this” you whispered sorta embarrassed, he nodded a no and convinced you to eat. “i’m your husband, taking care of you is my responsibility” you tried to hide your flustered face as you had a bite of the toastie, he laughed. “let’s go out today, wanna take you on a date” you agreed with him, jay telling you he loved you as he walked up to the bathroom to shower but you stopped him, hugging him tightly from behind. “happy five months being mr. loverman, darling” he turned around and wrapped his arms around your waist, carrying you. “can i have breakfast myself, please?” he whispered throwing you onto the mattress. “jay!” you laughed as he started wetly kissing your lower abdomen, slowly taking your panties off.
once you two were ready, he drove to the city to an art museum. jay stepped out of the car and opened the door from you, some people recognised you and taking photographs, but you two paid no attention to them and walked inside the building. “i wanna show you a painting i saw here the other day, because it reminds me of you” he says, holding your hand and kissing it, you smiled like a little kid. even though jay wanted to show you a specific piece, he let you peek through the whole museum analyzing every single one in there until you reached the one he wanted. “how does it remind you of me?” you asked, jay hugged you from behind and rested his head on top of yours after kissing it. “the painter says he made this painting by causality, it wasn’t planned or anything, it took him ten years to finish it because he only worked on it when he remembered. this is his best painting out of all his work, it’s valued at one million dollars and people come all the way to this museum just to see it. it’s beautiful, and what’s even more beautiful about it is how it’s something that was destined to be with him no matter what, but it took him so much time to complete and also, see how the boy has greyish hair? like me” he said excitedly, you smiled so big at how he sounded and could only turn your body to face him and take his face between your hands. “the painting’s named ‘here, there and everywhere’ like my favourite beatles song” you whisper to him, jay closes his eyes while smiling. “let’s buy that piece” he suddenly says whilst you two finally walked away, you frowned and stopped abruptly, laughing nervously. “what? no, it’s too expensive for an art piece” jay titled his head and nodded in refusal, you continued stating your firm position. “it’s too much, jay” but he didn’t care, for him, nothing was too much and you knew that, park jongseong would be the youngest billionaire of the whole country in a few months, you knew he could pay that and more if he felt like it. it wasn’t like you weren’t used to expenses, but an art piece? your father would never invest in such a thing. “i don’t see why i can’t spend my money on something that feels somewhat… personal for me. that painting’s a beautiful casualty, just like you and i are” his feet started moving again, yours with his. jay asked a worker where he could sign for a purchase, the man immediately recognizing him took you two to where this business was made and as you walked next to your husband to the director’s office, your worst nightmare came true. “you gotta be fucking kidding me” jay laughed incredulously, you sighed deeply and looked at him. “mr. park? ah! come in! i was just finishing with mr. hwang here, he’ll be presenting his new artwork next week, please, come and bring your beautiful wife! i’m sure you’ll be a big fan of his work” the director smiled innocently, jay shook his hand but never agreed to the invitation. hyunjin stood up frozen, quietly looking at you in disbelief. his face went white and his eyes glazed. “i’ll let you two finish” jay said, but mr. kim, the director, refused. “i’ll wait outside” you whispered, leaving his hand and waking away, uncomfortable. “i guess our deal is closed, mr. kim. i’ll see you in these days, thank you” hyunjin said, walking into your direction. jay tried to go too, but the director got him and he couldn’t leave now, he knew him, so he simply had to continue with the purchase.
you took a deep breath and cussed because of the horrible encounter, but hyunjin quickly reached for your arms and took you in a hug. in shock, you backed off, immediately looking everywhere to see if anyone was around. “you can’t possibly tell me you’re okay with him now and you love him. you can’t, please tell me you don’t” his eyes glistened and tried to reach for you again, but you walked away. “hyunjin, please. i understand your career is incredibly important but you chose the money over me, i couldn’t possibly find myself crying for you because you traded me and also, i do not have to tell you if i’m okay or not with my husband, nor if i love him” he shook his head and wiped his tears off. “your husband? you say it with such naturalness, god… what does he have that i don’t? why did you choose him over me?” he almost shouted, again, you looked everywhere for witnesses, fortunately finding nobody. “she chose me over you because i would never put anything over her, anything. i’m her husband, want it or not. if you ever try to touch her again, i’ll personally cut your fucking hands off so you live with the pain of losing her and your job too, so you end up with nothing” jay hugged your waist, your eyes hyunjin while hugging your husband’s arm. hyunjin looked at you in awe, hurt. “did you buy the painting?” you suddenly asked, jay nodded while giving you a tiny smirk. “it’ll be home tomorrow morning, angel” he kissed your forehead, making you blush unconsciously. hyunjin just stood there in front of you, tears running down his eyes as he simply saw you two walking away from him. after that, you never saw him ever again, but knew his artwork was all related to you and the moments he had next to you and so were his next exhibitions. you pitied him, but unfortunately had no will to help him.
after leaving the museum and going for lunch at your favorite restaurant, you and jay headed back home to keep on celebrating the day but now with his parents and your family. in the car, you opened twitter app and immediately burst into laughter. jay looked at you and clearly asked you what had happened and you showed him the post. he also laughed but took it better than you.
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“i guess our parents could use one or two grandchildren” he comments, you hit his shoulder crying in laughter. “shut up, we’re incredibly young for kids” you shook your head in refusal but actually thought about it. how would it be if you two formed a family? how would jay be as a father? and who the fuck told a gossip newsletter that you two were trying?
at night, after dinner, everyone was having a cup of wine while talking about life, business and of course, the main dish: your marriage. you walked up to your father who was looking for another bottle of wine and smiled at you as he saw you. “i’m sorry i was such a brat back then… turns out i fell in love with him, and jay’s basically prince charming, father” you said shyly, mr. lee straightened his back as he smiled at you. “i would never have make you do that if i didn’t knew the guy and i knew jongseong was a good man, would take good care of my daughter. i liked him even before the situation got the way it did, he was a highly educated, great boy. i just wanted the best for my princess” he kissed your forehead. “you always knew. you always knew he liked me since we were children” you father laughed guilty, tilted his head and pretended to read the label on the wine bottle. “both james and i knew. we both wanted you to end up together but never discussed it until the situation… happened” he nodded, you looked at him with spark in your eyes and imitated his nodding. “i love jongseong, father. he’s a great man, son, husband, son-in-law, boss, everything. thank you” your father hugged you, not responding to your words and walked away from the kitchen next to you.
you sat down next to jay, who wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kept on talking with his mother-in-law about business, you kept quiet next to him suddenly hypnotized by his mien, knowing you’d won the lottery being his wife. “i love you, park jongseong” you whispered to him out of nowhere. jay shut his ears to everyone but you, turned his face to look at your face and kissed your forehead with a big, long kiss. “i love you so much” you kept on saying, jay responded the same, hugging you into his body completely. “when we first got into this i saw it as a curse, thinking i probably did something to receive such punishment but now? it’s a blessing, you are. i love you, i love everything about you, this… us” his eyes watered and he did not speak, knowing if he did he’d probably burst out crying. “i don’t think you understand how much i love you, angel. i love you so much” he finally said, fighting the urge to jump up and down all around the house knowing he finally made the relationship reciprocal. “okay, love birds. it’s getting late, we’ll get going” mrs. park said, standing up next to everyone. as you greeted them goodbye, your father came up to jay and gave him a long hug, palming his back softly. “thank you, son” his words sounding like a golden broken record on your husband’s head, he could only nod in response.
when everyone left and you two were finally alone, jay cornered you onto the wall and kissed your lips hungrily. “we fuck once and now you wanna do it every day?” he nods, shameless. “can’t help myself, your pussy’s basically made for me” he kept on kissing you and you followed him. “let’s do something, yeah? let’s go change, prepare for bed and all that, then we’ll fuck as many times as you wish. i just wanna have some peace after today” he smiles, agreeing with your wish. you two showered and you changed into one of his t-shirts, you two mimicked each other while doing your skincare routine. “i think we need more wine for this. drunk sex’s the best sex” jay comments, you roll your eyes but follow him downstairs, wanting to get a snack for yourself. on the way down, you stopped abruptly and pouted, jay turned to face you and smiled at your grin. “what is it, love?” you shook your head, in disappointment. “we’ve never taken a picture of us, together. ever. we’ve liked each other for a long time now, not just this day… and we’ve never, ever taken a picture” you sounded so hurt, jay couldn’t do anything but laugh. “okay, let’s take a picture now, baby” he says, scolding you and standing up behind you, you take your phone out with the same grin on your face and point into the mirror on the wall to take the photography. “oh my god, i’m gonna write a taylor swift cheesy caption with this” you said excitedly, looking at all of the pictures you took. “from now on, i’ll make sure we have a lot more photos of us” he reassures, kissing your forehead.
you loved park jongseong. you loved him so much that you were now one of those girls who saw something at a store and said: oh, my boyfriend would love this. one of those girls who are present in the conversation and someone suddenly says something that makes you say: oh, like my boyfriend, he does that too. one of those girls who are hanging out with their friends and out of nowhere say: i miss my boyfriend. but you know what was better? that he’s your husband. you weren’t scared of anything, you had something more than further from a formal boyfriend and girlfriend relationship; you were married. “i love you, jay. i don’t care if i say it three times in every sentence. i love you” you say after returning to your senses. jongseong turns to face you and laughs, getting you on top of the kitchen isle to be perfectly face to face. “believe me, i love you more” he says as he starts kissing you, but your phone starts interrupting your make out session by the sound of notifications coming up to it. “what is it?” he asks annoyed. “i think they’re going feral for our photo” you answer showing him your phone. “i don’t care, just let me fuck you, please” he begged, you laughed at him and grabbed his face to attack his lips.
so, yes, rich people’s down to do anything in order to not lose their fortune, but sometimes that’s for the better. like you two.
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lucilleslore · 4 months
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➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who comes back to the capitol a bit meaner and colder than when he left. who greets you off the train with a rough kiss to your lips, a possessive hand splayed over your lower back but with eyes empty of emotion.
➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who starts to zone out when you’re speaking to him, who doesn’t come to bed at night. who drags his eyes hungrily over your skin one minute but completely ignores you the next.
➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who starts to see you as his property - his pretty little doll. he sees you as a way to boost his image, better his reputation. he’s got a doting, pretty little wife at home, he can’t be that bad?? so he drags you out, picks out your dresses himself, introduces you to all the right people and watches with a smirk as you manage to win them all over with your charm. no doubt they come to like you better than him but he finds he doesn’t care all that much, especially when you’re so under his thumb.
➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who always rewards you for your efforts when you get home. who lets you grind your messy little cunt down on his cock until you can’t speak. he watches you a while, engrossed in the way you suck him in but when he’s approaching orgasm he leans back, shuts his eyes. he finally, finally lets the quiet take over. shuts his mind off and focuses on you and the pleasure, just for a few minutes at least.
➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who’s sleep schedule is terrible. who stays up all night plotting and working and you, who wake up intermittently feeling empty and needy. you pad into his office, just his shirt and some socks on and he immediately knows what you want. glances at you for a second then turns his attention back to what he’s doing. then he’s patting his thigh if you’ve been good and you know the drill. soon enough you’re sinking down on him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your whines. ‘don’t move, be a good girl for me and just sit still,’ coryo would always warn. ‘can you do that?’
➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who suddenly has no time for your capitol snobbishness and attitude. who cuts you off when you’re ranting about something unimportant and silly. who tells you to grow up if you don’t like what the cook made for dinner, if you’re complaining about how the lawn was cut, how you don’t like the flowers. but postpeacekeeper!coryo does care about your gossip. he has this unending need to know everyone’s secrets and so when you start telling him the latest scandal or one of your girlfriends latest dirty laundry he gives you his undivided attention. lets you sit on his lap whilst he listens, traces patterns into your bare thigh.
➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who gives you a messy kiss when you give him something really useful. who grabs your cheeks and tells you how brilliant you are. he’ll push you down on his desk, hike your skirt up and give you your favourite reward. he can’t deny that the eager sounds you make as he kisses at your swollen little clit are music to his ears.
➸ but postpeacekeeper!coryo really can’t stand it when your bratty. he’s not much of a punisher - in his opinion - he just bends you over the nearest surface and uses you. occasionally bites the skin at your shoulders, tells you what a messy slut you really are, just there for him to take his own pleasure and that’s what he does. he fucks you until you can barely stand, until your wetness and his cum are dripping down your thighs and then he leaves you there. doesn’t let you cum, pulls out if you even make a sound and waits until you’ve incoherently rambled out an apology to push back in. it’s barely even punishment in his eyes.
➸ so all in all postpeacekeeper!coryo is hot and cold. all in obsessed with you for a while, disinterested for a few weeks after, then the cycle repeats but he does keep you satisfied. even if you are just his pretty toy, another piece on his chessboard to win the capitol <3
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shotmrmiller · 3 months
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Needs Must III
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
WC: 2.2k
TW: frottage into outercourse, unprotected p in v, squirting, creampie. explicit smut.
18+ MDNI
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“Hey, John—” and choke back a yelp when you realize that the person standing in front of you isn’t Johnny, but the one man you haven’t seen in months.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Despite your shock, a sound of disgust escapes your lips involuntarily, causing him to chuckle. Ghost walks past you, brushing his bicep with your shoulder, and heads to the living room to take off his leather jacket, placing it on the backrest of your couch— and the gloves follow. You stood behind him, arms crossed, curling your socked toes nervously into the soft fibers of your carpet. 
He leisurely rolls up the silky satin dress shirt sleeves, exposing the intricate tattoos adorning his forearms. Without turning around, he softly says, “C’mere, pet.” His deep baritone voice pulls at your heartstrings because it’s been so long, you missed him more than you’d like to admit. With a deep breath, you attempt to steady your racing heart, your gaze fixed on the ground, and slowly approach him.
“Oh?” and he tips your chin up with his finger, demanding your attention, noticing his amused smile. “Johnny fuck you into submission, er somethin’?” Blood rushes to your cheeks, and you’re unsure if it’s out of embarrassment or anger.
“Don’t look surprised. He’s my best friend.” Spluttering, you heatedly ask, “And what? Y’all just gossip like old hens over ‘work’?” finger quoting the last word. With a cheeky grin, he casually shrugs his shoulders. “Somethin’ like tha’. If you worried, he gave you a glowin’ review,” the grin turns into a slight sneer, “bastard.” 
Ghost gives you a once-over, sweeping his eyes from your feet to your head, and holds your gaze for a second, then murmurs, “Come.” With a gentle yet commanding hold on your wrist, he pulls you towards the bedroom, and you’re reminded of the times he pinned both of your hands onto the bed with his large one— sending a very familiar ache between your legs. He sits you on the edge of the bed, toes his shoes off, and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing the strong muscles of his chest and his soft, slightly round stomach. He doesn’t even bother removing it fully, instead, he reaches for the waistband of your shorts. You extend your leg out, firmly pressing your dainty foot on his sternum, keeping him in place.
He stills, and you speak before he gets a chance to. “What’re you doing here, Ghost?” His heavy, dark gaze is unwavering, entrancing. “‘M here f’you. You didn’t honestly think tha’ I’d let you keep callin’ Johnny instead o’me?” He encircles your delicate ankle with his long fingers and pushes your leg to the side— the other hand taking the hem of your skirt, dragging it up until it bunches around your waist, and slots himself between your spread thighs. Lips brush against your cheek before moving up to your ear. “What is it? He treat you better than me?” His warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. Instead of waiting for a reply, he catches your earlobe with his teeth, nibbling on it. Your hands promptly fist the sides of his open shirt, mewling at the pinch of his bite. “Hm?” he questions as he grinds his clothed erection against your center. 
You’re lightheaded from the sound of his voice, the heat of his body seeping into your skin, the smell of his cologne— a woody aromatic fragrance, all of it so fucking intoxicating. He delivers a sharp, stinging slap to the side of your thigh, demanding your attention, and it sends a jolt straight to your dripping cunt— making it contract around nothing. “He fuck you better than I have?” You give him a vigorous shake of your head, and a needy moan spills from your mouth as he gives your core a particularly hard thrust, the hard metal of the zipper rubbing against your clit. You begin to grind your hips down onto him and move one hand from his now very crinkled shirt, to hold on to the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“You boutta come all over my trousers, baby?” 
And then his hands are on your waist, firmly keeping you in place. You whine loudly, you were so close— 
“Then why did you stop seeing me?” Your head is so heavily clouded with arousal, drunk off of him that the answers tumble out unwittingly— mind solely focused on getting the friction back where you need it most.
“I wanted you all f’me,” slurring your words, “Guess the hand y’always used to choke me with kept the blood from flowing t’my head—” your rambling is cut off by his mouth slanting over yours, tongues entangling. He swallows all of the salacious noises you let slip, drinks them in, makes them his— makes you his. When he pulls away, you find yourself gasping for air. With a raspy voice, you mumble, “I thought you—” and he silences you with another hungry kiss.
“I only kiss what’s mine.” He hooks his thumbs into the band of your knickers and pulls them off, throwing them somewhere behind his shoulder. He swiftly undoes his trousers and steps out of them along with his boxer shorts. “Let’s play a game of Simon says, pet.” He maneuvered your hands to grab under your thighs, keeping them spread for him. Leaning forward, he leans on one arm, using the other to press the head of his cock on your puffy lips, holding it in place with his thumb. He slowly thrusts up, making sure you feel every ridge and vein against your swollen clit, “And I say, you come f’me, just” thrust “like” thrust “this.” 
You push your hips down when he pulls back, up when he drags his thick cock up, delicious friction on your bundle of nerves. Every roll of his hips gets you closer to your climax, your pussy dripping slick down to your perineum. Your thighs start to tremble in your sweaty hands, body tense. “Oh my god. Ohmy—”  
He shifts his weight from his arm to lean on his elbow, heavy body flush against yours, pressing you into the bed—  fisting your hair and pulling it taut, tilting your face up to his. 
“It’s either my name or none at all.” He punctuates the syllables with his thrusts. “Si - mon.” 
Releasing your thighs, you dig your nails into the sides of his waist, grip tightening at your impending orgasm. Simon grunts a low, gravelly sound. “There they are. My kitten’s sharp claws,” one more thrust, then again, he moans, “Come f’me, baby.” And you tip over the edge. Anything he might’ve said after is completely muted either by the ringing in your ears or the wail that clawed out of your throat. Collapsing, you twitch and shake in Simon’s arms, taking in ragged breaths. 
“You with me?” giving him a weak nod. Slowly, he pulls away, and there’s clear, stringy liquid dripping from his tip connecting to the hood of your pussy. He moves you to lie in the middle of the bed gently, body completely limp, plain dead weight, then walks to your nightstand. “What’s with all the lambskin condoms?” 
A soft, relaxed sigh slips out of you. “Johnny’s allergic to latex, I had no idea. Had to go without one the first time.” Simon lets out a drawn-out hum, then drops the protection back into the drawer. He shrugs off his damp satin shirt, then gets on the bed, crawling over you— covering your body easily with his, and prods his bare cock at your entrance.
“But you’re mine now, aren’t you? Gonna let me take what’s mine?” Swallowing thickly, you look at him, and his eyes are dark, glittering— gaze intense. Maybe you took too long to answer because he starts to slowly push the tip in, and hisses, “You’re mine, only mine. Got it?” and your tight, rippling walls stretch around his invasion. Your breathy moan is cut off when he bottoms out, flared head firmly pressing into your cervix. He’s at a dead end, and he grinds down, almost like he’s trying to push it past that, feeling a deep pinch at the entrance of your womb. The pressure is punishing, incessant, you swear you can feel him in your throat. “Nod if you understand,” he snarls.
You do as he says, no commands, nodding with messy, jerky movements. “Good girl.” He relents, pulling back to sit on his haunches to press one leg into your bed and hook the other over his shoulder. Wordlessly, he sets a fast pace, but his thrusts are shallow, in a staccato rhythm—  and fuck him, because he knows precisely where to hit. Ruthless prodding against your sweet spot, over and over again. It feels like jabs to the underside of your bladder, and every tap makes that feeling sharper, acute. Oh no. Nono— 
You know exactly what’s going to happen. Your eyes glisten with tears, cascading down your cheeks, as the overwhelming sensation takes hold, and with every thrust, it only becomes more concentrated.
“Awh, my poor pet. Feels tha’ good, does it? Look at you, cryin’.” You can't find it in you to be even the slightest bit humiliated because you’re about to lose the last of your sanity, he’s about to break you. You can’t even control the shrill moans Simon all but punches out of you. 
“Oh, I’d recognize tha’ cross-eyed look anywhere.” He chuckles, “C’mon then. Make a mess f’me.” His thrusts are unyielding in his pursuit of what he’s about to make you do.  “Squirt f’me, pretty.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body locks tight, and this time you scream. Liquid warmth floods in between your legs, drenching yourself, your bed, Simon— but you don’t care. There isn’t a single thought in that empty head of yours. 
Simon was languidly thrusting, fucking you through the aftershocks until a wavering breath escapes your lips, mirroring the shaky tremors that are currently rippling through your body. As he leans in, his lips softly caress your face, wiping away any stray tears that remain, and the spit that drooled out of your mouth. “You did so well f’me.” Your eyes widen at the feel of his solid, heavy cock still at full mast inside of you. 
He changes position, this time hooking the other leg over his shoulder, then gives you one soft thrust and you distinctly hiss, oversensitized. Simon presses your knees into you with his body weight, pinning you down fully, with no escape, and loops his arms underneath your torso to grab onto your shoulders— and starts snapping his hips viciously. A merciless pace, each slap of his hips against your ass making your pussy squelch obscenely, and there’s nothing you can do other than take his assault. It is unbelievable, how just seconds before were squirming away from him because of how tender you were, and here you are, about to fall over another mind-numbing edge.
“If you want me to come, then squeeze that tight cunt and wrench it out of me.” He pounded into you harder, the headboard of your bed furiously smacking against the wall that you know there’ll be cracks on it. Crying out, he continuously hits the deepest part of your pussy, and you come undone. Vision darkening, you’re slammed with wave after wave of pleasure, your walls squeezing him so tight, you’re strangling his cock and he makes a choked sound. 
“Oh-of, f-fu-” he lets out a low, drawn-out moan that lasts all four last thrusts— before his hips stutter, and finally still, spurting thick, sticky white ropes of cum into you.
The room was echoing with both of your heavy inhales, desperate to fill your lungs with air. It was humid, smelt of sex and body sweat. Simon grunts as he turns to his side, getting off of you, and the sharp gasp of air you intake is comical.
“Am I tha’ heavy, love?” 
You look like you’re tittering on the edge of consciousness, but snort and answer him. “Yes. Obviously. The only thing small about you is your humility.” He gives a belly laugh and leans in to give you one last sweet, tender kiss. 
“Go to sleep, love. I’ll take you out for breakfast tomorrow, maybe meet some of my friends.” 
“You mean Kyle and John? They’re very nice.” He falters because what? But you were already softly snoring. 
Stretching his arm across the nightstand, he swiftly retrieves his phone and a mischievous grin spreads across his face upon seeing a text from Johnny from hours ago.
Ya really answered her text on my phone pretending to be me. Pussywhipped.
You really told her you’re allergic to latex, when you use latex gloves to cook. 
Oof. Fair. 
And you’re gonna explain to me why she knows Gaz n Price.
Jus’ sharin the love, Simon. 
Sucking his teeth, he puts his phone underneath the pillow, and loops an arm around your waist, pulling you to him. With a tender kiss on your sweaty forehead, he drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
A/N: ngl i was fighting for my life? shit had me aroused. oof. im def writing price and kyle into this because 141 til i die. maybe a könig? unsure.
@rookiesbookies KYLE COMIN NEXT
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sugarmouchie · 4 months
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⋆ ˚ ꩜ "you're the most handsome man i know" trope hehe
PAIRINGS. alhaitham 〳 zhongli 〳 wriothesley x gn . reader
CW. jealousy lawl 〳 insecure bbies but u reassure them 〳 slight ooc characters 〳 lmk if i missed anything :]
NOTE. i know jing yuan is the header but shh he's adorable so we don't talk about it
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ALHAITHAM ꒱
with the gray haired sleepy head "resting his eyes" on your lap as he quoted, your eyes couldn't help but drift towards the small features you always adored so very much.
"haitham," you randomly spoke, to which he looked up to you, his eyes weary and his throat raspy as he eyes you up and down, waiting for you to say the oh-so-important thing that interrupted his peaceful sleep.
"you know you're really pretty, right?" you smiled, his eyes shutting for two seconds then opening again as soon as he heard your words, i mean, you tell him that everyday, so why would he overthink about it?
you notice his confused state, and so you begin to speak once more, not knowing that your words would sent a mental alarm in him.
"i mean," you pause, "you are the most handsome man i know."
as much as you like the small pink rising across his cheeks, it instantly fades away as he glares up at you.
"what?" you glare back at him jokingly, basically just trying to test the waters.
of course you knew how alhaitham was like, but what you didn't know is that he can get insecure from time to time but you're completely unaware of it.
with kaveh always bugging him about something that happened in the akademiya, he can hardly catch the peaceful moments with you like this, which led you to your obliviousness to his insecurities that formed when he was away from you.
"you know other men?" he finally speaks.
"..."
"just accept the compliment," you playfully roll your eyes, to which he turns his head away from you to.
"no no, i'm sorry, you're the only man i know," you quickly reassure, to which his eyes practically light up to.
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ZHONGLI ꒱
in the middle of you and zhongli's conversation that involved his unusual gossiping about his stressful day at work today, he cleared his throat, a usual sign that he was about to change the topic.
"what is it?" you instantly notice his eyes forming into almost pleading ones, which was very unusual for him.
"could you grab me a cup of tea real quick? i've been feeling a bit dehydrated during this conversation," he speaks, patting you on the shoulder twice, it always worked.
you looked him in his golden eyes and your confusion was very obvious to him.
"not proper of me, hm?" he smiles at you, his lips tugging up back into that gentle smile he always praised you with.
"not really, no," you laugh.
he loved that laugh. the laugh that always warmed his heart whenever he had the time to do things like this with you.
the laugh that he gained from you.
"beautiful," he catches you off guard as you begin walking to the now boiling hot water to make his tea.
"you're one to talk," you smirk, "you're the most beautiful man i know, zhongli."
he raises his brows, "oh? you've never told me about anyone, dear," he teases.
"oh," you pause in your tracks, your hand on the warming pot of water which you didn't notice until it got hotter, "that's not what i meant, silly."
"you're burning your hand there, dear, be careful," he teases again, but this time it's more like a warning for you not to get hurt.
"you distract me too much, i'm almost done with it," you turn your head back around to face him, the pot now fully heated up, ready for you to prepare it for the tea you have been holding back on him ever since he started teasing you.
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WRIOTHESLEY ꒱
assisting your boyfriend in his work was stressful, yes, but you couldn't lie all the time when it came to going down to the pankration ring.
"you're not doing it right," he comes up from behind you, guiding your hands to help you aim your bow at the upcoming red ball.
"pull your string back and once your arrow is there, aim it at the middle of the ball," he assists you, and your mind can't help but be caught onto his voice and the guidance of his hands holding yours.
"careful, you don't wanna hurt yourself," he teases when he notices you staring at his strong arms assisting you, "you zone out too much, love," he laughs.
"and you pay attention to everything too much, love," you tease, emphasizing the word 'love' to catch him off guard like he did to you.
right after that, he faces you towards him and raises a brow.
"what? cat caught your tongue?" you giggle and put your index finger to his lips, practically a way to tell him to be quiet.
he takes your finger off his lips and shakes his head 'no'.
"ugh," you roll your eyes, "you're lucky you're the most handsome man i know," you continue, to which he tilts his head at.
"do you still want help with this or not, [name]?" he smirks at you, noticing your instincts.
"i gave you a compliment, what do you mean?" you tease, to which he sighs at.
"other men?" he rolls his eyes back at you, to which you instantly notice his insecurities about your words.
well, yes this was your whole plan, to tease him like you always do to each other, but you didn't know he'd get jealous!
"wait, i'm sorry," you frown, "it was a joke," you continue, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"don't do that again or i'm not letting you see sigewinne for a week," he chuckles, hugging you back, to which you instantly pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.
"you're joking right?"
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verstappen-cult · 3 months
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gonna take up on the request opening bc i love these lil blurbs you do with your moodboards! maybe "how they defend you online" esp charles and lando but if you feel like adding others its up to you !!
THE BOYS DEFENDING YOU FROM ONLINE HATE | F1 GRID
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★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)
lando was streaming when you came home one day. once he heard the front door being closed and then your footsteps, he excused himself with his friends and viewers and went to greet you. when he came back, there were several texts from his friends letting him know of some not-so-friendly comments about you. suddenly, lando had something else to do and ended the whole thing. he did not tell you anything, lando simply waited until his next stream for what he wanted to do. it was very simple and definitely something lando would do; and staring right into the camera lando let the world know that if they don’t support his relationship, then he just doesn’t want their support at all. from then on, lando just blocked everyone who didn’t have anything good to say. you’re the most important person in his life, how can anyone hate you? and so, lando made a promise to himself: show the world the amazing girl you are.
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★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)
even way before you started dating charles, receiving hateful comments and messages was a common occurrence. of course your boyfriend knew about it, everyone could see what was happening just by choosing a random picture on your instagram and reading the replies. it was sad, awful. but you didn’t want charles to do anything, you stopped him a lot of times because you didn’t want to bring too much attention into the whole thing. charles loves you and that is all that matters to you. it was, well, okay… until things became a little to real, a little too much, and charles couldn’t sit back and do nothing. so with a little bit of help from his team, he managed to write a very good and long statement about the whole thing. there were mixed opinions but things quiet down a little. and you weren’t happy at first, but something as simple as seeing your comment section hate-free made you forgive him sooner.
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★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)
oscar is a man of very few words and never engages in online drama or gossip. if and when he’s online, oscar just wants to see cute and funny videos. he’s a formula one driver and people should only be interested in that part of his life, but he knows that will never be the case. however, he’s still surprised to see various comments around twitter about you. they are not about how beautiful or intelligent you are or how happy you seem to make oscar with your pretty smile and sense of humor – not that they would know that. not that they deserve to know that, either. some part of him wants to reply to those people who definitely don’t know you, he’s angry, disgusted. and the rational part of him tells him to simply don’t say anything because they don’t deserve it. so, oscar just clicks to make a new tweet and begins with a simple phrase “you don’t know anything about me or my life…” and so on. maybe he sounded a little harsh, maybe things will get worse; he couldn’t care less, as long as you’re not mad with him, he can live with being the center of the drama. oscar will never let anyone disrespect you.
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★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)
max doesn’t care what people think and have to say about him, that ship has sailed a long time ago. but he can’t ignore when people say mean things about you, he just can’t, so, he doesn’t. max replies to every single tweet and comment on both his and your instagram that he sees, he goes directly to the point and if he’s mean then, who cares? maybe it’s a little bit childish but he doesn’t care, max will not allow anyone to talk shit about his girl. and if he needs to make a video or do an interview or whatever he needs to do to make people understand that you are part of his life and forever will be, then he will be more than happy to do them. max is almost never online, so when all of this happens he makes sure to make time to be online, to post a picture of you on his instagram story, to post a photo of your vacation together on his feed, to say how much he loves you via twitter, to mention you when he has the chance during an interview. he loves making you blush and seeing you trying to hide your smile when you see all those things. max also loves pissing people off.
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★ — ALEX ALBON (23)
alex tries to be friendly. when he sees someone say something not good about his girlfriend, he doesn’t hesitate to prove them wrong and defend you. he knows you’re more than capable of doing it and has seen you doing it before; he loves it. but there’s this something inside of him trying to break free and just let everyone know the funny, pretty, amazing, kind girl he’s lucky to call his girlfriend. so, alex lets it free and goes liking, retweeting and replying to every single comment about you and how shiny and nice your hair is, how you seem to make alex so happy and how he’s always smiling around you (he makes sure to let them know why is that), how lucky alex is to have you by his side, and so on and on and on until there’s nothing more for him, until he can’t think about the mean things people said, until you are laughing next to him and calling him obsessed and kissing him like your life depends on it.
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★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)
daniel chooses a catchy song and changes some of the lyrics, then sets his phone down and sits with a big smile and his guitar. when the video starts, he simply says “this is dedicated to all of the assholes thinking that is okay to hate on someone’s girlfriend just because.” and then he starts singing. there are a lot of bad words and cursing and long pauses looking directly into the camera without losing that big and pretty smile he has. daniel then uploads the video to all his platforms with a little paragraph about why bullying is bad and why you should mind your own business because he’s not that interesting anyway and it won’t make him break up with you because some trolls are practically begging him to. he ends up getting in trouble for not consulting with his team before doing what he did, something that has him going viral, so viral that people outside of formula one and people who don’t even who he is talk about it. exactly what he wanted.
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★ — MICK SCHUMACHER (47)
the moment mick has to hold you in his arms as you cry because you’d read something mean about you, it’s the exact moment he decides to do something about it. he doesn’t want to cause drama or make things worse, so, it takes him a little while and some long calls with his sister to know what to do. mick puts the poetry classes you two take a few months ago to good use and writes the most beautiful and romantic poem you and everyone would ever read. it is about you, about his love for you, about what you mean to him and everything he likes about you. he posts a little phrase to his instagram stories and sets a time and day for when it will be posted it. when the day cames and you get to read it, you end up crying again but for a whole different reason. it’s not that you didn’t know mick loved you but it’s the gesture, the time he spent doing it, the fact that he wanted to do it and wanted the whole world to read his love letter to you, something that will forever be there.
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can i request something for carlos sainz x leclerc!reader on vacation?there’s such a soft spot in me for summer vacation carlos like in a beach setting or on a yacht. it can be soft or smutty it doesn’t matter i just love summery carlos. thank you!!!
𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈 .ೃ࿐
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: while the leclercs maybe spending their summer vacation at home, you opted for a secret vacation in santorini with your secret boyfriend, carlos sainz. or in which you are secretly dating your brother's teammate.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minor dni), unprotected sex (if you're gonna slip, slop, slap, you must wrap your willy!), reader dob in 1999, dating in secret trope!, sainz & leclerc = google translated spanish & french ._., ig the reader has a shaved downstairs?, p in v, teasing, oral sex, lovey dovey smut?, poor humour, breastplay, fingering, cumming inside, bit of overstimulation for the reader, scandal and swift references, love confessions.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bf!carlos sainz x younger leclerc!fem!reader
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+
𝐀/𝐍: firm agree on the summery carlos! is it really my writing if i don't get santorini involved? anyways, hope this was up to your standards! sorry for the long wait! ♡︎
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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Dating your brother's teammate was never on your bucket list. Hell, you tried to stay away from Formula 1. Well, as much as Leclerc could anyways.
People older than you weren't really your type. You opted for people near your age. That way there wasn't an awkward generation gap and there was no one that reminded you of your older brothers. Carlos was only five years older than you but the generational gap was most certainly there.
Men your age were... well, boys.
Men Carlos' age were men but also men.
You had seen Carlos at races before. And he was an attractive man, obviously. But that was that. You passed each other down the paddock, barely giving each other a glance. And not to mention the obvious, you were far too young for him at the time.
But then Ferrari's first car launch after signing Carlos had happened.
You had seen Carlos more in the few hours the event lasted than the past few years. You didn't know what it was. Whether you were unintentionally stalking him or vice versa. What you did know, however, he was definitely eyeing you.
By the time Charles had introduced you, Arthur, Lorenzo, and your mother, Carlos was trying to keep his interest at bay, pretending to be as family-friendly as possible.
Carlos ended up catching you as you came out of the bathroom, smoothly asking for your number. And as much as you wanted to give it to him, you weren't going to be easy. You were a Leclerc for crying out loud.
If Carlos wanted you, he would have to earn you.
And boy did he try.
You had heard from several people and the Internet that Carlos was a hardcore romantic. You never thought about it up until he started pulling out all the stops.
He was attentive as hell, remembering your favourite drinks, slipping you a new book to read as he talked to Charles, purposely linking his pinky with yours as discreetly as he could just so he could see you flush in front of him, sending you clothes for you to wear to his races to your apartment...
Carlos was menace.
But somewhere along the line, he became your menace.
You and Carlos were the epitome of the saying 'Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours'.
Keeping it secret... sure it was frustrating at times. The both of you had person after person trying to get with you because, well, you were a Leclerc and he was Carlos Sainz. Carlos had managed to draw a line by telling people he had a girlfriend but he didn't want to reveal her.
Yeah... it didn't settle well with the grid, in particular the three gossipers of the grid: Pierre, Lando, and your brother.
But after all the little bumps in the road, it was smooth sailing.
Most of the time you spent time together was alone, just the two of you. That way, there was no risk of being caught and you could revel in each other.
Of course, it wasn't that easy. Nothing was easy with you and Carlos, especially given that you couldn't keep your hands off of one another. Carlos a slight more than you because you had the decency and fear of embarrassment of getting caught by anyone. Carlos, on the other hand, was as indecent as they come. Hands always looking for an excuse to touch you, eyes travelling to find you first in any room, sending dirty texts when you sat across him... like you said, he was a menace.
To make things easier for yourself, for this summer break, you and Carlos had picked trusty Santorini as a romantic getaway, taking his dog Piñon as a welcomed third wheeler. Filled with so many tourists that you and Carlos would look like any regular couple there.
"Now this is a summer break," You breathed out, walking on to the yacht you had rented out for your stay in Greece. The air was clean and crisp, the sun was already beating down on you despite it being nine in the morning, and the translucent blue waters brought you a sense of familiarity that Monaco held.
"Don't you agree, Piñon?" You cooed to the soft ball of white curled up into your arms. A small bark of agreement came from the dog, tail wagging in happiness.
Carlos chuckled behind you, putting down your bags on the deck, under the shade. His thick arms enveloped your waist, bringing you closer to him. Nestling his chin into your shoulder, he said, "That's good, hermosa (beautiful). Now try saying it in Spanish."
You made a face at his teasing tone. Pulling yourself out of his grasp, you turned towards him. "Ahora son unas vacaciones de verano. ¿No estás de acuerdo, mi querido Carlos?" You recreated the same coaxing tone you had given Piñon to your lover, pinching his cheek with the energy of an overly endearing mother. Now this is a summer break. Don't you agree, my dear Carlos?
Carlos gave you a pointed look. You were teasing him. You knew he liked when you spoke Spanish because it was cute to see you fumble over the words but it also meant a lot to him that you were trying.
You rolled your eyes at his reaction and settled Piñon on the deck after making sure it wasn't too hot for those small paws of his. You watched him trot around the yacht, carefully examining his surrounding to test his boundaries.
Satisfied that Piñon was safe, you turned back to Carlos. "Brunch?"
"Brunch..." Carlos trailed off, hand reaching out to your face. The soft pad of his thumb graze your lips, gently pulling on your bottom lip to watch it bounce back. "...or brunch?" He asked, voice heavy with a clear need.
Your body thrived with an eagerness to respond to his touch. Goosebumps were the paint to the canvas of your skin, littering each part of you even though you were impossibly warm in the sun. You really wanted brunch. But your stomach wanted brunch. Instead, you simply nodded to him, agreeing with the answer he had never said. "You're right. Food is very important."
Carlos groaned at your response. "Hermosa," He sighed out, bringing his arms around your waist to pull you close yet again. "I want you," He murmured against your skin, nose brushing against your cheek and hot breath wandering down your neck.
Carlos could feel you smile at his words. "And you have me... for two whole weeks," You reminded him, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek.
Carlos curled his lip in annoyance at your reminder while he revelled in your touch. "I could have you for four," He also reminded you.
You sighed. You hadn't seen him in three weeks because life had it's mysterious ways of making the both of you busy. You wanted nothing more than a month with Carlos. But it was far too suspicious.
You had barely convinced your mother and your brothers that you were going to Santorini for a 'self-exploration' trip. Charles had immediately offered to turn it into a family trip but you managed to settle him down by saying you would spend the last two weeks with them. Alexandra had been a sweetheart in the matter as well. She was the only one, as well as Kika and Lily, that had known about you and Carlos, claiming they sensed it from 'a mile away'.
What they truly meant was that Carlos wouldn't stop eye-fucking you from a far.
"It's okay," You mumbled woefully, patting his chest softly, "I'll be with you in spirit while you reign Madrid."
Carlos held in his eye roll at your theatrics, you had a flair for them. "I wish you would reign Madrid with me instead. I want you to meet the family, let me finally teach you golf, go to the holiday house with me, hmm?" He implored, chocolate brown flickering to search yours.
The pain behind your eyes made him feel frustrated. He knew how much you wanted to do that because you wanted the same thing with your family. "How 'bout I call Charles, hmm? I'm sure he'll understand."
The thought of Charles finding out from anyone but you made you shudder. Would he understand? What was so understandable about hiding the fact you were dating his teammate for over a year, especially over a call?
Arthur, amongst Charles and Lorenzo, would probably be the most hurt. You and him told each other everything. You guys were the closest in age, similar to how Lorenzo and Charles were. Hell, you even helped him confess and get with Carla. And he was waiting to do the same for you, with some he trusted and knew.
And Lorenzo? It was really for the best if he didn't know from Carlos. He had initially told you not to get too close to any of the drivers because he was worried for you and well, the reputation of F1 drivers and dating wasn't too great. But you were quite sure that anything you and Carlos did had crossed the line of 'too close'. '
"Carlos, mi amor, I love you, but I think the idea of brunch, not brunch, is more understanding."
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After your brunch, you had spent some time reading to Carlos inside the yacht, not wanting to get into the water just after you had eaten nor wanting to go out when the sunshine was at it's peak.
It was serene.
The windows were open, letting a cool breeze come and help reduce the heat and you were both sprawled on the soft mattresses that served as sofas on the floor of the yacht. The calmness and peace you had desired amongst the chaos life and F1 brought.
You were half sure that Carlos was close to falling asleep in your lap, but not by your retelling of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, after Carlos refused to see Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen for the sixth time this year, but by the way your combed your hand through his hair as you read. (Although you were still going to be persistent because the concept of seeing those two on screen in Santorini out of all places was a need, not a want).
"Carlos, mon beau (my handsome), you're going to fall asleep. Let's go swimming," You told him, placing your bookmark in between the pages and closing the book.
Carlos groaned, looking up at you. He held your hand close to his chest. "No, it's way too hot. Don't you see the water? It looks like lava."
You narrowed your eyes. "That precisely why we should go swimming. We can't just sit here and mope around. We're in Santorini... we need to stand up and move around."
Carlos lifted his head from your lap, sitting straight so he faced you. You let out a quick yelp when he pulled you forward, placing you onto his lap, legs straddling him. "I can think about fifty ways to stand up and move around... in fifty different positions."
You could feel your thighs involuntarily clench around him. You know he felt it to. You gasped at his words and shook your head. "You are a heathen, Carlos Sainz. A barbarian... a hooligan, a sexually-driven simpleton must I continue?"
"Well, I recall you loving this heathen, infidel, barbarian, and hooligan," Carlos shrugged, warm hands inching up the white sundress you had worn this morning. The action sent a shudder down your spine.
"Carlos," You mumbled, already falling into a state where you were losing the words to speak your thoughts as Carlos kneaded the flesh of your thighs with his rough hands.
"Yes?" Those puppy brown eyes flickered to your eyes while he brought his mouth to your thighs, opting to graze your heated skin with the teeth. "Tell me what you want, hermosa. And I'll give it to you."
You faltered at his words. His gaze was heavy with a dark blaze that sent your stomach churning. You allowed yourself to fully straddle Carlos' lap, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you felt Carlos' clothed bulge press into your core.
Carlos struggled to prevent a strained hiss escape his gritted teeth, his grip on your thighs tightening, your flesh escaping the confines of his hands. Fuck, were your thighs so enticing to Carlos. He wanted to bite them and bruise them so even weeks later, they were covered in the reminiscents of him.
"What do you want, baby? Please tell me," Carlos begged, eyes desperately searching your own for any sign or indication of what you wanted.
You felt your core clench at the plea falling from Carlos' plump lips. You hadn't even really done anything but he was ready to serve you. Everything was foggy. You couldn't think straight. "I want... I want you, Carlos. Fuck, anything, everything... I–make love to me. Show me how much you love me."
His roaming hands came to a halt. "Mierda (shit)," Carlos cursed, bringing his tongue to swipe his bottom lip.
He could do that. He would love you so much that the entirety of Santorini would know and no one would even question your relationship with him.
Carlos brought his hands to your back, feeling the numerous strings of your dress against the pads of his fingers. One hand worked to undo the very knots he had done this morning while the other creeped up the back of your neck, pulling your head closer to his.
He brought his lips to yours, pressing them with an indescribable urgency. Your hands shot out to his chest, fisting the soft material of the polo you had chosen for him into a small bundle.
You gasped into the kiss, feeling a sudden breeze of cold air as the strings of your dress fell flat against your skin. Carlos' hands wandered down the surface of your back, coming to a stop at your waist.
The urge to get even closer to you coursed through Carlos' veins, pulling you flush against him. A moan fell from his swollen lips as you parted to fill the craving of some oxygen. Your pussy was pressed tight against his cock and your breasts were soft, pushed against his chest.
Carlos ventured to move his lips down the side of your jaw, edging towards your barren neck, aching to decorate you with aging and unique shades of purple and blue.
You let out a series of sinful whimpers upon the feeling of your skin being sucked at, feeding directly into his constrained cock. "Carlos..." You moaned out, eyes shut in pure pleasure, "They'll know. The–They'll ask q-questions."
"I know." You shivered as you feel him grin against your skin.
You watched him through your half-lidded eyes, moving up from your neck to look at you with his blistering gaze. With one simple movement, he took off his shirt, revealing his taut golden skin. Christ.
You sat still breathlessly on his lap as Carlos peeled off your dress, pulling your arms through the white material. The cool breeze trickled over your bare breasts, nipples hardening almost instantly.
Carlos let a warm hand rest over your rib, lifting you gently to remove your dress fully. He sighed, laying you down on the mattress. The tips of his fingers travelled from your neck and down the valley of your breasts, the hairs of your body standing straight at his touch.
"You know what it is a tragedy, hermosa?" Carlos queried, watching you quiver underneath him, chest heavily rising up and down.
He smiled at your asking through your eyes because the words just couldn't come out of your throat. "You will never see yourself the way I see you. Eres una sirena... obra de Dios. If He didn't put you on this Earth that would've been his biggest sin." You are a siren… God's work.
If your throat wasn't tied up before, it surely was now. You looked at him with a soft gaze, watching him come near you to press his lips on your own. You whimpered, feeling his hands travel towards your breasts, fondling your mounds with a cautious roughness that sent your stomach tingling.
You frowned at the loss of his lips but the complaint subsided upon the feel of his hot tongue swirling around your pebbled nipple. He paid attention to every flick and every crevice, keeping his deep eyes trained on you. He smiled at your hiss as he purposely grazed his teeth against your nipple.
Carlos removed his lips from your nipple, moving his head back to hover over your pussy. Still keeping his eyes on you, you watched in silence as the hot saliva fell from his lips, bubbly strings landing directly onto your glistening folds. Fucking hell.
"Eyes on me, baby," He told you, looking at your clenched eyes.
Your eyes shot open as Carlos took one long stripe of your folds, your hips bucking at the sudden sensation. Lingering a second too long on your clit, his tongue continued to work up towards your stomach and the valley of your breasts, returning his attention to your other nipple.
Your mouth fell open, feeling his fingers rub your wet folds, spreading his saliva around your pussy. While his tongue worked your nipple, he thrusted a thick finger into your walls. With your eyes rolling back, you attempted to fist the thick material of the mattress but to no avail.
"Fuckk, Carlos," You whimpered, writhing at his touch.
"Finally found your words, hmm?" Carlos teased, adding another finger into his torturous slow pace. His eyes were glued to watching your hips out of his periphery, snapping up to try and ride his fingers. As laboured breaths fell from your lips, he pushed his digits even further, aiming to reach a specific spot.
Smoothly, Carlos grabbed a nearby pillow, putting it under your lower back to bring you some comfort and a whole new level of pleasure. He stared at your face intently: your mouth had fallen wide open with a ghost whisper of his name flowing into the air, sweat glistened over your flushed face, pooling near the edges of your hair and neck, and your lips were swollen with the prettiest shade of red he had ever seen.
"Carlos," You managed to get out with your brain practically turning into jelly. "Carlos, please, I don't want to cum like this. I need your cock, please."
Carlos' cock throbbed at your pleas. "Your wish is my command, princesa."
Hearing your whines upon the loss of his fingers, Carlos took off his blue shorts faster than he had ever done in his life.
Even though you had been with Carlos sexually for a while, your cheeks still flamed when you saw his cock. Not out of embarrassment or unadulterated innocence. No. It was outright heat that was getting to you.
Every time you saw his cock, it was a violent shade of red, throbbing and aching, leaving Carlos begging to be touched by you.
You watched as Carlos leaned forward, hovering over you. It was beyond you how exactly pretty Carlos was. You hadn't realised until he started courting you. You had no idea how you were supposed to live without seeing his thicket of brown locks, his freckles that could only be depicted if you were close to him otherwise they blended with his prickly stubble, the smug smile he constantly wore to hide himself, and especially his big brown eyes that made you bend to his command.
"Carlos?" You softly called out.
Carlos' ears perked up at your gentle tone. He smiled down at you with raised brows. His hands continued to travel your body, retracing every curve and fold as he had committed to his memory. "Sí, mi hermosa?"
You ran a hand through his hair before caressing his cheek. God, he was your beautiful boy. "Je t'aime plus que tu ne peux l'imaginer." I love you more than you can imagine.
You knew he didn't speak French despite spending this many years with Charles but it often comes from you naturally when you were too caught up in your feelings.
"Je ne pense pas que ce soit le cas. You don't know how my every feeling is controlled by the look on your face. I can't breathe without you. Every race, I hope you're there waiting for me because you're pretending to wait for Charles. Hermosa, I exist for you. No one else." I don't think you do.
Your eyes widened, fresh tears lining your waterline. "You understood–you learned French?" You whispered, voice barely audible.
Carlos grinned. "I'm quite sure I said a lot of after that but yes, I did learn French for you... surprise!"
You suppressed the urge to push him off of you and gave him a long kiss. Pulling back, you laughed gently. "You're an idiot... making me cry during sex. And not even in the good way!" You feigned your complaint.
"Well, we still have tonight and thirteen more days. Today I'm just showing how much I love you," He whispered above your lips, hips lining up with yours.
You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling Carlos' cock brush past your folds. You both moaned in unison as he pushed his cock into your pussy. Your walls wrapped around his cock tightly, gripping him like a vice.
Carlos cursed several profanities under his breath, head lolling back while pleasure coursed through his body. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. His cock ached at the high-pitched mewl that fell from your swollen lips.
His hands fell to your hips, holding you tightly, slowly shifting you up and down his length, burying his cock in you.
You closed your eyes, letting your forehead rest on Carlos'. You can feel him staring at you, taking all of you in: every hue of your flushed state, your eyelashes riddled with tears and sweat, the heavenly and sinful sounds from your lips, and your greased hair.
"You are breathtaking," Carlos whispered against you.
You smiled, opening your eyes to meet his and rolling your hips slowly in response. "You make me feel so good," You praised.
A rough moan was elicited from Carlos, throat tight and choked up from your words and actions. He could barely function seeing your bare pussy take his cock so well, let alone how the tip of his cock throbbed when he lifted you up. His own eyes were beginning to shut as he revelled in the ecstasy you brought hip.
Fuck, you were so wet. You looked down at your thighs, seeing the obscene sheen of your arousal coat spread to Carlos' thighs. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, hips snapping to create a rhythm.
"Carlos, I, fuck," You blabbered in complete disarray. You were beginning to seem the edges of a familiar white light.
Although Carlos appreciated the sign, he could tell by the way you were clenched so tightly around his cock, getting his cock to pulsate every few seconds, that you were going to come.
He moved his hands between your legs, watching you sink over his cock one more time before he obstructed the view by using his thumb to rub your clit in circles.
"Mierda," Carlos cussed, feeling you grip his cock even further if it was possible. "Cum for me, mi amor."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You repeated the expletive as if it were a mantra, hips bucking as white clouded your vision. You let out a loud moan, body shaking as waves of your climax hit you one after the other.
Not a second later, Carlos was cumming too. His hips rutted against yours in almost an unrecognisable desperation, the peak of his ecstasy right within his grasp. His cock pulsed while his hips came to a falter, stuttering as ropes of his white cum spilled into you, warming your walls.
"F-Fuck," Carlos groaned, feeling your pussy clamp around him, trying to take every last drop of his cum.
You feel Carlos slump forward into you, exhausted. Gently, you lifted yourself off of his cock, wincing at your sensitivity. You fell straight onto the mattress, panting heavily.
"Shit!" You yelped as Carlos pushed some of his leaking come back into and circle your clit. You shook at the mini aftermath of your orgasm before calming back down.
"Satisfied?" You nudged Carlos playfully, knowing damn well Carlos liked to go the extra mile when it came to you.
"Very," Carlos commented, reaching his arms out to bring you closer to him.
You sighed, resting your head on his chest. The exhaustion was very quickly seeping into the both of you. Carlos' heartbeat was beginning to work as a lullaby and Carlos had found your warmth far more comforting than any mattress or duvet.
"Hermosa," He called, making you hum for you had no energy to speak. "We need to tell them."
You found yourself trying to open your eyes. When had they closed? You turned to face him, chin resting on his heated torso. You pressed a brief kiss and said, "I know. Let's tell them in a few days. So they have at least a week to yell at me."
Carlos frowned at your words. "I'll be right there with you. You know that right? I'm not letting you do this alone."
You smiled after letting out a small yawn. "I know, I know. I'm grateful. Thank you, mi amor."
Carlos returned the gesture, kissing your forehead gently. He rubbed your shoulders, feeling the dark abyss of slumber slowly call to him. "Anything for you, hermosa."
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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | chapter ii
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✒ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
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pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love
Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, fighting, confrontation, tornado of emotions, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world, public shaming (both direct and indirect), morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of abandonment issues, mentions of therapy, attempts to self-regulate but reader is pissed, mentions of self-blame though oc knows its not entirely her fault, mentions of defamation charges, JK is just 🤬 while KTH is ��
playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.
a/n: Woah okay....so had I fun writing this, even though it took me a hella long time to decide whether to continue the story as a series or not 🫣 Anyway I altered the summary slightly from chapter one (and updated for consistency purposes), but it doesn't change my overall plans! As you read this chapter, I hope you will be able to see my vision (I'm nervous af! haha)! Enjoy 🥰 (edited but pls forgive me for any oversights...my typos are ridiculous)
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You’re seated in a wide sofa chair, surrounded by four blank walls, and the gentle sound of water tricking from a faux rock waterfall. Every element of the space is carefully integrated as a means to calm you. Yet it doesn't calm you in the slightest. Your hands are clammy. Muscles tense with the adrenaline spiking through your veins. It doesn’t help that you’ve been running on nothing but black coffee all week either, refusing to eat until the first promo shoot with your company’s new endorser was launched.
A natural in front of the camera, Kim Taehyung was able to speed the process up, yet it didn’t stop the massive dark circles from forming under your eyes. This morning, he'd told you they were unnoticeable but you've seen how you look in the mirror, and they're anything but unnoticeable. Still, you find his gesture to soothe sweet. Thankfully, your new partnership has been smooth sailing which is quite a blessing considering the disaster he nearly walked into.
Yes. You’re referring to that disaster in particular. When, in some desperate last-minute attempt for validation, you threw yourself into the arms of your ex-husband.
More like fixed the collar of his shirt and whoops, slid right on his dick…again.
What is wrong with you?
You’ve been asking yourself the question far too many times. You’d think being a hot-shot CEO of a million-dollar tech company would make you like titanium, resilient as finely pounded steel but no; you're just barely keeping yourself together. You regret your rash decision that day, you regret ever marrying Jeon Jungkook, and you regret ever giving in to your stupid feelings.
That’s why you’re here now, waiting in the office of your therapist’s private practice, hands restless in your lap. You’ve been seeing Melody for just over two months since your divorce was finalized, ready to move on; trying to, more like.
‘JeonX CEO Jeon Jungkook’s ex-wife compensated $1.8 billion in divorce’
‘South Korea’s Golden It couple split with ex-wife taking half the company revenue’
These are the lovely words that greet you from your phone screen.
You have the urge to grab your special red ballpoint pen from your bag and scribble out the entire paragraph, except it’s not a printed gossip magazine— it’s a newspaper column on the internet. Instead, you close out the pesky tab on your phone and reply to its sender.
Chim 🐥: can you believe this crap they’re saying about you?! It's no shit you were given a hefty divorce settlement. You brought in half the income! They’re making you look like some kind of gold digger. I swear if I ever lay my eyes on that pretty ex-husband of yours, I will end him! 😡 [sent at 5:06 pm]
Park Jimin, your childhood best friend, sends you a follow-up text when you don’t immediately reply to the news articles he forwarded over. He’s been extremely overprotective of you lately and especially pissed at how the media’s been portraying you, while Jungkook is seemingly getting a free ride. He’s always had an axe to grind with your ex-husband, to be honest, the divorce gives him only more reason to hate him.
You: Thanks for your concern Chim, but nothing they say surprises me anymore. If you don’t mind, can you stop sending these to me? [sent at 5:12 pm]
You hope your message doesn’t read as cold or dismissive. Jimin’s concern for you is a light in a dark place, but you don’t really want to be reminded of the amount of slandering articles still targeted towards you.
Gone are the days when the public saw you as a powerful woman in business, the one to watch, or the CEO of the fastest-growing startup in the last ten years. You're now simply Jeon Jungkook’s conniving ex-wife; as if you’ve merely seduced him for his money and ran when the going was good.
Of course, the whole situation is skewed to his side; half the world is in love with him after all, and that includes the few lingering reporters who've been practically salivating three feet from you at any given chance, hoping to get an exclusive “inside look”. Your marriage was a sham, you wanted to scream, a mutual business transaction.
Too bad rather than an increase in status, resources, and market share, you gained a pile of twisted, unwarranted emotions and regrets.
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“I apologize for the wait Ms. __."
The door swings open as your therapist rushes into the room. She stops at her desk to retrieve last week’s session notes, then takes a seat in the chair adjacent to you with crossed legs.
“It’s okay,” you assure, straightening your posture. “I understand how crazy busy the day can get. It wasn't a long wait anyway."
Melody gives a small smile and jots a few words on her notepad. “Thank you for understanding. How are you doing this week?”
You take a deep breath. "Tired," you respond, "especially this week at work. It's like as soon as I wrap up one project, there's another jumping out from nowhere." You used to be ahead of the game. Now you're barely surviving.
"That's right," she hums. "Last week you mentioned having to attend a charity gala soon. Would you like to start there today?"
Crap, you're suddenly reminded that you have to pick up your gown by 7 pm tonight. You entertained the idea of not going to the gala at all, but that would do you no favors in the end. Given your situation, you can't skip out on such an important charity event.
"Sure," you nod. "The Winter Gala's tomorrow night, actually. It's funny how I used to look forward to it every year, being an opportunity to network and catch up with my peers. I can't say I feel the same thrill this time around."
"Because of the divorce you mean?"
"Exactly. Being the CEO of one of the largest software corporations in the world, my ex-husband's influence far exceeds my own. So whether out of loyalty or political agenda, anyone who's anyone will be on his side of the room. I'm gonna end up being that one awkward person in the corner in a far too expensive Dior gown who no one wants to dance with." You nervously chuckle out the last sentence.
Melody opens her mouth to respond, yet stops when she notices you're not quite finished.
"It'll be the first time seeing my ex-husband after months of no contact too. I guess that's what I'm looking forward to the least."
When you think about it, the most you've seen of Jungkook is his face appearing on the massive screens downtown. He's been featured in at least a dozen interviews lately, teasing a brand-new product his company's planning to release in the spring. Seems he's doing well.
"What you feel is valid Ms. __." Melody seeks to assure you. "In the past, you used to go to these events with Jungkook right? He provided you with a sense of safety, as you did for him, no doubt. I wonder if it's a lack of consistency and belonging that worries you, more than it is about seeing your ex-husband and your peers. Companionship too, of course."
"I suppose that makes sense, but it never used to be this way." Your voice raises to match your sudden argumentativeness. "I used to be very comfortable in my own skin. I used to be confident going to these events alone, long before Jungkook came into the picture."
You pause to take a breath before continuing.
"When Jungkook became CEO of his family's software company, JeonX, he was steps away from being bought out by both our competitors, so a partnership was proposed. We married at 27 as nothing more than two ambitious, rising leaders in business. Neither of us was after love or romance when our careers were at stake."
"But then that changed for you," your therapist carefully observes. "Combined, you both held the largest share of the tech market. You and Jungkook were also in an extremely intimate relationship, yet treated it as a business contract. Unfortunately, those don't always come out clean in the wash. It appears to me that while you gave him three honest years of your life, he stole those three years from you."
The words take a moment to sink in; Jungkook stole three years from you. It conflicts with what you want to believe, though from the bottom of your heart, you know she's right.
"I feel so...guilty. I hate that I fell for him, and I hate that I'm struggling this much to let him go." As you tear up, Melody hands you a tissue from the side table with an empathetic gaze. You mouth a thank you and gently dab your eyes with the soft fabric.
"I'd give yourself some grace Ms. __. But if I may ask, what about Jungkook?" she gently probes. "Do you think he feels the same?"
"No...," you say with remorse, shaking your head. "He's moved on."
Melody remains silent for as long as you need in the moments following, cautious to follow your lead. The last thing a therapist should do is rush their patient through the session, so she sits patiently and waits for your go.
"Sorry," you finally say. "We should continue."
"No need for apologies," she replies. "Take your time."
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It takes a good minute or two longer of sitting in your car before you can fully compose yourself. As usual, your session with Melody was intense and insightful, but it was far too short. You're gripping the wheel with both hands when her final words of the session echo through your head: "Give yourself some grace; blaming yourself won't do any good."
Seemingly simple advice, yet tough to follow when you constantly feel responsible for the mess you're in. Yes, even though Jungkook has the bigger end of the stick, you made your share of mistakes too. You should have looked into other options when you found out your competitors were looking to buy out JeonX instead of eloping with their CEO.
Just what were you thinking __? you harshly scold yourself. You were trying to protect your company. You both were. Too bad you placed the cart in front of the horse.
Forcing yourself to take a slow, deep breath, your eyes widen in alarm when you catch the time on the clock— 6:38 pm. Fuck! The boutique that's holding your gown for tomorrow's gala is closing in twenty minutes. Without a moment to spare, you yank the seatbelt and slam your foot on the gas.
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"Good evening Ms. __." A young woman, fitted in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, greets you with a faint bow as soon as you step foot into the posh boutique.
"Hello, Hana," you refer to the young lady by name with a smile. "I'm terribly sorry to be coming in this late. I came by to pick up the gown I sent in for alterations two weeks ago. The event's tomorrow and I know the shop will be closed for the day."
Knowing the exact dress you're referring to, Hana responds with a soft tone, "Please don't worry Ms. __. We have the gown ready." She disappears to the back of the shop to retrieve it.
As you wait, your mind drifts to memories of last year's gala. You had worn a vibrant, gold gown that evening, slightly risky with a low neckline. Jungkook liked it though, as he wore a matching gold vest himself. You can imagine how crazy the press went when you both set foot on the scene, arms linked and appearing to have coordinated your attire perfectly.
Every investor at the gig wanted to be your friend that night, anxiously pushing through the crowds to speak to you. One of them nearly split your dress in two, as he had accidentally stepped on your gown after one too many drinks. You recall Jungkook scolding the man before turning his full attention to you, making sure you were alright. You consider this to be the first time you truly started looking at him as your husband, a feeling of warmth blooming inside you.
How foolish you were to let that feeling grow.
You're attending the gala alone this year, without him.
Possessing no desire to call attention to yourself this year, you've chosen a rich, navy blue gown instead. It's subtle yet sophisticated. Made out of the finest silk, its silhouette is sleek and falls straight down to the floor without any extravagant frills. The neckline is simple too, paired with a tasteful open back. There are no flashy accessories or embellishments, just a straightforward, classic design. You find the gown beautifully elegant, and nowhere near as bold as your previous one.
"Here it is Ms. __," Hana chips from afar, her heels clacking against the polished floor tiles. In her hand is a generously sized garment bag, your dress flowing underneath.
"Thank you so much, Hana," you say, taking the gown from her hand. "Again, I'm sorry for my tardiness picking this up. I hope you have a wonderful night."
You leave the boutique, the sun having already set.
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The Winter Gala takes place on the top floor of Seoul's most luxurious hotel, specifically in its grand ballroom. The walls are adorned with gold trim, and its floors are elegantly lined with polished black marble. Above, a magnificent glass chandelier glimmers, catching the moonlight filtering through the surrounding glass windows.
Despite being a private event, the gala attracts a whole slew of press and locals who eagerly gather on either side of the hotel's front doors, treating it as a prime spot for viewing the red carpet.
Physically, you're ready; dressed to the nines, and makeup done just right. Mentally, you're absent; secretly sipping a margarita at the end of the earth, wherever that is. The day finally comes for you to make an appearance at the Annual Winter Gala and it's clear, you're not prepared in the slightest.
Your nerves consume you as you sit in the backseat of your limousine. You protested against being dropped off at the front entrance. Hell, you hadn't even wanted to arrive in a limo. However, your PR team insisted you be seen arriving, happy to be supporting a charitable event for the eighth year in a row.
Reluctantly, you complied.
Chim 🐥: I wish I could be there with you tonight 😞 No matter what, don't let those snobs get into your head. You look stunning and you have nothing to be ashamed of! [sent at 6:23 pm]
"Thank you, love," you whisper to aloud upon reading your best friend's endearing message. Before you can craft a reply, your door is flung open, with harsh flashes of cameras blinding you. When you step out of the limo, you hear a mix of passionate cheering and interrogative remarks.
"Ms. __, could you share with us your experience of attending the gala without Jeon Jungkook by your side for the first time?"
"Ms. __, it's unexpected to see you here this year, especially considering your recent separation from your ex-husband, who is also on the guest list!"
"Ms. __, how do you plan to navigate the evening's festivities without the familiar presence of your former partner?"
Just keep walking __. If you can just get inside the building and tune out the noise, you'll be fine. You coach yourself with every step, but make little progress with the amount of discomfort only skyrocketing. Your photos are being taken, and questions barrage you from all angles. To top it off, you feel a strong migraine coming on and oh fuck— is that the devil now?
You don't have to glance back to guess the sudden increase in cheering is due to the arrival of another hot A-lister. It has to be Jungkook with a new woman by his side. You think he wouldn't bring a date to an event like this, even if she were a hire? You'd be horribly mistaken.
You fight against the urge to turn around and confirm if your suspicions are true.
"__!" a voice calls out, which you ignore.
But wait a minute.
You stop in your tracks—that's not Jungkook's voice at all; it’s far too raspy.
Peeking over your shoulder, your jaw falls open as you see Kim Taehyung steps behind you wearing a boxy grin on his face. He's dressed to the hills with a shiny maroon, Louis Vuitton suit hugging his slim waist. Quite handsome, per usual, but what is he doing here?
Taking the initiative, Taehyung strides next to you and waves to the crowd charismatically. “My movie shoot wrapped up early so I thought I’d swing by and see what all the excitement’s about,” he says.
You observe how easy it is for him to appease the crowd, a skill you’re still working to sharpen.
“Tae-” you begin.
He then turns to you and looks straight into your eyes. You shiver at from the sudden intensity.
“I got an invitation too, and the gala happens to support a cause that I find close to my heart.” His voice lowers for the next part, allowing only your ears to hear. “I also didn’t want you having to be alone this evening, __. I hope I didn’t overstep my boundaries.”
Taehyung’s words manage to coax you away from your previously frazzled state, comforting you as the chaos quiets around you.
“Thank you, Taehyung. You didn’t, don’t worry,” you reply, giving a tight-lipped smile. “It’s actually a good thing you came since you’re basically the second face of my company after all.”
“I’m happy to hear that. We’ve been working so well together recently, and I don’t want to ruin it. May I?” He offers you an arm.
“You may.” You slip your arm into his and continue towards the hotel entrance. You admit you’re glad to see him.
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With Taehyung nearby, your apprehensions of the night start to subside. He’s not always beside you, slipping away to mingle often, yet his mere presence relaxes you. You haven’t even thought about Jungkook to be honest. Well, maybe a little bit.
You take a sip of the drink in your hand and casually scan the ballroom until bingo, you spot your ex-husband by the bar in the middle of half a dozen people. Figures he’s the center of attention, effortlessly tethering people to himself. Jungkook loves the spotlight, and the spotlight loves him. As you continue watching him from across the room, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirls within you; longing, sorrow, anger. You haven't seen him in over two months, it feels surreal.
Memories of your time together come flooding back all at once—both the good and the bad, yet mostly bad. It's strange how someone you were once so close to can suddenly feel like a stranger. You allow your gaze to linger a moment longer, curious to conclude a date is nowhere in sight. Perhaps you’re mistaken and they’ve merely slipped away for a second. You’re positive he would’ve brought someone.
Bitterly, you gulp down another sip of your drink. When you place your glass down, you nearly choke at the sight of Jungkook's dark eyes burning holes at you. You avert your gaze immediately, silently begging that he didn’t just witness you staring at him and take it as an unsolicited invitation to come over.
“So,” a provocative voice unexpectedly slides next to you. “Looks like you just traded one bachelor for the next __. I’m shocked to see you’ve shown up to our little soirée.”
Oh god, you roll your eyes, recognizing the owner of the slithery voice like the back of your hand. You do not have the stamina for this tonight.
“Kathy," you greet with the fakest, yet sweetest smile possible. "Nice seeing you again. I haven't seen you since last year. How's the baby?"
"Oh please," she scoffs. "Don't try to deflect, sweetie. We both know it's you who is of far more... intrigue. If you understand my gist."
You want to hurl at this woman's condescending tone. Nothing gets under your skin more than someone your age calling you sweetie. It's not endearing in the slightest, especially when it's Kathy Lee, Director of CommaTen. You despise each other, likely because you both hit it big in the industry at a young age. Meeting someone who reminds you so closely of yourself isn't always a blessing.
“Anyway, as I was saying," she continues, brushing her hair behind an ear. "I have quite the bone to pick with you about stealing that actor from me. Kim Taehyung was mine first, you know."
Hers? She speaks as if a person can be owned. You won't lie, you're surprised Taehyung agreed to partner with you at a time when most of Seoul's elites have turned against you. You're naive to assume that his support wouldn't backfire on his reputation. On the other hand, he's been your endorser for two months now and his following remains fully intact.
“To be frank, I didn't know the two of you were talking business at all," you respond to the accusations with composure, though burning up inside. "But of course, he's free to make his own decisions, can't he? Whatever the reason, something must have enticed him."
“You—" Offended by your insinuation that your offer was better than hers, Kathy doesn't stop what comes next. "We both know the only reason why Kim Taehyung's with you is because Jungkook left you! And you need the extra publicity, isn't that right?"
Fuck. Well, now you're really fucking embarrassed because, at that moment, everyone in the room shifts their attention your way. A pin drop could be heard in the entire ballroom since even the live band ceased their playing.
This is why you didn't want to come. Your fingers fumble with the fabric of your gown.
“Don't act like you're above me just because your company might be worth more than mine, __. We'll catch up with you soon," Kathy spits her final words before spinning around and triumphantly walking away.
Don't cry, you tell yourself. Everyone's staring at you; the press, your peers, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Don't you dare cry.
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As the murmurs of conversation gradually resume around you, you force yourself to take a deep, steadying breath. Kathy's words were nothing but a feeble attempt to save her own face. Besides, what company doesn't have at least one endorser?
"Are you alright?" Taehyung's low, gentle voice catches your attention as he swiftly returns to your side, no doubt influenced after witnessing Kathy's verbal jab.
You manage a tight-lipped smile, nodding faintly as you attempt to push back the overwhelming wave of humiliation. "I will be," you reply, though the words feel hollow even to your own ears.
His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent understanding passing between you.
"I hope you don't take her words to heart, __," he mutters. "I chose to become your partner because I genuinely believe in your product. I'm selective about who I support, so please trust me when I say it wasn't because of material gain or pity."
You're on the verge of responding to his reassurance when you catch sight of your ex-husband from the corner of your eye, striding his way over to you for the first time tonight. His expression is unreadable, so you brace yourself, unsure of what to expect.
"__," he starts, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable urgency. "Can we talk?"
You and Taehyung share a quick glance before you follow Jungkook out of the ballroom, seeking privacy.
As soon as you're out of earshot, Jungkook turns to you, his features softened by a hint of concern. "Hey," he starts. "I meant to get over to you sooner but got tied up. You know how it is."
"Yeah, I know," you respond, though you'd rather he didn't come over at all, especially after being dragged into the spotlight in front of all your peers and colleagues.
The two of you share an unsettling silence before he speaks again.
"You-You look good." He allows his eyes to rake up and down your body, causing you to cross your arms in discomfort. There was a time when his gaze brought a flutter of excitement, but now, you're not so sure it brings you the same pleasure.
"I'm sorry for what happened in there," he says. "You okay?"
"What?" you repeat, your eyes wide with surprise, stunned by his unexpected apology. "Am I okay?"
Where was this concern when he handed you the divorce papers nine months ago? Or when he willingly took advantage of your vulnerability that time in your office, only to disappear afterward, as if he hadn't just torn your heart out of your chest? You clench your fists, trying to contain the rising temperature of your anger.
"Yeah, about what she said about you," he clarifies. "It was uncalled for, and I feel horrible about it." He reaches out to touch you, but you instinctively step back, as if his touch would scorch you.
"Please, don't," you sigh, a trace of weariness in your voice. "It's fine."
"I'm serious __, I can have her charged with defamation for that. It wouldn't take much!" His insistence is unwavering, and it strikes your last nerve.
"You don't need to fight my battles for me, Jungkook," you suddenly snap, voice stern. "I'm not completely helpless now that you've divorced me!"
Jungkook's expression darkens, regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm not saying you are. I'm just trying to help."
"Help?" you repeat, doubtful. "How do you think that's going to look for me in the media? Jeon Jungkook slaps another high society member with a defamation charge for ex-wife. Thanks, but no thanks. I get enough of that as is."
He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know they've been difficult on you recentl—"
"Difficult?" you interject, your anger bubbling to the surface. "In case you haven't noticed my face is on every gossip magazine, billboard, press release, and anything else they can use to scorn me with. It's unbearable, especially since I still have a business to run."
Jungkook winces, clearly stung by your words. "Then let me help. I'll get them removed for you. I still care about you, __."
You scoff. "You care about me? Is that why you made me sign our divorce papers three months after you found out I wanted more than a fake marriage?"
His jaw clenches, gaze dropping to the floor guiltily. "It's not like that, __. I'm not trying to be an avoidant asshole. I want you to-"
"Find someone else. Yeah, I got it," you mutter bitterly, feeling a fresh wave of hurt wash over you.
"I'm sorry, __. I am."
You stare at him, torn between resentment and a lingering ache for the connection you once shared. Now, he's apologizing?
"So am I," you say, slowly backing away from him. "You don't have to do anything, Jungkook. I'm fine."
You then turn on your heels to return to the ballroom where Taehyung still waits for you, leaving your ex-husband standing in the hallway, alone.
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miudaic · 2 months
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maybe something like Carmen is busy focusing on this recipe is trying out at home on a weekend and you’re talking to him but he’s just saying stuff like yeah hmmmm that’s good baby so you keeping saying absolutely out of pocket stuff to see how far you need to go so he actually listens and is like wait wtf???? babe you good.
(maybe saying Kraft mac and cheese made in the microwave is the base pasta you’ve had)
CARMEN BERZATTO x FEM!READER - SFW
summary: silly guy wants to perfect his recipe and pretends to pay attention until you say some crazy ass stuff
author note: i need to finish s2 im so close, idk if this would annoy pasta chefs i have no expertise so i copied what this tiktok pasta shop hates 😭😭
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Carmy likes to perfect his craft. You’ve seen him experiment with his recipes, incorporating different ideas to create something to be proud of. The man never took a rest break ever, it was Saturday afternoon and he was still cooking. Not that you minded of course, the man makes the most mouth watering food but he was barely paying attention to you. It wasn’t because you were clingy or anything but sometimes you felt if you were second to The Bear. You were supportive of him and his achievements but his mind was constantly on it even when it was just the two of you.
You sat down on the chair by the window watching the city life around you. It was peaceful but god you just craved an actual conversation with the man in front of you. You were talking to him about whats happened this week, the latest gossip between your friends, struggles with work and just anything that came to mind but every time you spoke you’d receive the same response of “ yeah that’s good baby “ . Honestly you could’ve told him the most heartbreaking thing and still get that half arsed response.
So in an attempt to actually get a response you just started saying out of pocket shit. First it was more subtle such as saying ..
“ I think if we were bottles of sauces we’d be ketchup and mustard “
“ if we had a bolognese I’d have to have mushrooms with it and salad cream on the side “
To slowly more annoying (about pasta)
“ I’m going to make spaghetti bolognese in the week, could you get me some fettuccine? “
“ I bought some arrabbiata sauce from this Italian place, should I add more tomatoes? “
It was slightly working, still getting similar responses but with slight hesitation but you finally got him to drop everything in hand.
“ what did you just say? “
I mean he didn’t seem as frustrated as you had seen him in work but god it made you stop for a second.
“ umm kraft mac and cheese in the microwave is the best pasta I’ve ever had ? “
There was a slight hesitation in how you said it, somewhat nervous in what he was going to do or say. He turned off the heat to not burn his new craft as he made his way over to you as he brushed his hair back with his hand. Carmy placed his hands on either side of your face as he looked at you softly before he let out a small huff.
“ baby i’m sorry for not fully listening and I deserve anything you give me but please don’t ever say that shit again “
You nodded, the blush evident on your face as his pretty blue eyes stared into yours before kissing you, then all over your face before muttering some more “sorry”.
“ I promise I’ll listen to everything you say now, okay? I’ll teach you what I’m doing too, can’t ignore my pretty girl anymore hm ? “
And god you were going to marry that son of a bitch right there
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