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whatifyoulivelikethat · 9 months

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cursed hours, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You know what your boyfriend is? That's right – horny. (Can relate.) And, you know what, you are too. Jeon Jungkook is super mega ultra hot. (Facts.) But. Even you don't fuck doing cursed hours. You try to delicately explain to your love that there are, in fact, suboptimal times to be asking for banging. (This conversation ends exactly in the way that everyone is predicting.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; in which Jungkook tries to listen to your grievance but then he remembers what you look like naked and then the Calvin Klein's fly off; crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, ball torture JK is a freak, m-receiving oral, handjob, edging, penetrative sex (doggy), clitoral stimulation, m-masturbation); squabbling tbh; non-idol!BTS - short black-haired!JK with his two lip rings; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts

crackhead best laid plans / counter point / well dressed couple no need to read the others, but they’re there if you want more happy birthday, Jungkook! XD

It was the middle of the day.

“We need to talk.”

Your boyfriend and absolute love of your life, Jean Jungkook, vehemently shook his head and puffed his cheeks. It was quite sad to see that all of his previously bleach-blond (read: extremely fried) long waves were gone, but his current shorter black hair made him look even younger (carding territory, for real). At least he got another lip ring next to his first one. Not really to make up for anything. Just because he felt like being your forever wet dream (he was, keke).

You cocked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“No talk.” He stuck his tongue out (the disrespect, hah). “Nothing good comes out of your girlfriend saying, we need to talk.”

You opened your mouth. Nothing came out (or in… yet). He had a point. He wasn’t going to like what you had to say. (Be strong!) You had to say it anyway.

“Jeon Jungkook, you can't wake me up at six in the morning with your rock-hard dick shoved against my ass cheeks and expect me to have enough brain function to cooperate.”

Big pout. The biggest pout with the biggest peepers.

“But... I'm horny.”

Irrefutable argument, surely. He was horny.

(Yeah, when are you not?)

You laid down the law with vigorous hand waving. “Two in the morning? Okay. Three? Eh, pushing it but I can sleep right after. But six? Six in the morning?! That is too much. That (that) is cursed hours. There’s no way I can go back to sleep then. Cursed. I’m not a morning person. You’re not a morning person. Why is you dick awake?”

Big shrug. (Big dick too, wait, what?) “He’s an all-day person,” he nodded sagely. “Your tits and butt are right there. What can I do?”

Your eyes twitched.

“You’re the one who wants me to sleep in panties!”

Your boyfriend shook his head primly (and childishly and one-hundred percent like a freaking annoying little shit). “No,” Jungkook clarified. Very serious. Too serious. “I want you to sleep naked. You’re the one being unreasonable.”

You gasped dramatically. “I’m not waking up with jizz all over me… again!”

“Hence the compromise! That’s why I wake you up first… and then jizz all over you!”

This conversation would be a lot more (ahem) concerning if Jungkook wasn’t grinning like a madman and you weren’t clutching your non-existent pearls in a state of fabricated shock (although you would have pearls if he jizzed all over your neck right now, eh, eh, okay, never mind), anyway, you knew damn well that Jungkook would probably stop for, mmmm, a couple weeks, then promptly forget this conversation, and inevitably wake you up way too early to hump your sleepy ass (literally).

You weren’t with him because he listened (we can see that).

“I am just saying,” you lowered your tone, still lighthearted but somewhat stern now. “If you want me to be receptive and not grumpy, six in the morning is not the time. You can rub yourself all over me if you want but it’s very unlikely that I will be in the mood. I don’t want to get mad to you. That’s why I’m telling you now.”

Jungkook firmly nodded. Ah, he understood! Finally. He raised his rigid hand against his temple in salute.

“Okay. From now on, I’ll hump you to completion instead.”

You gave him a blank stare of utter disbelief.

That playful grin with those gleaming lip rings bounced forward and tackled you onto the bed as you continued gawking at him, shell-shocked. Really? (Really, dude?) But you could tell he was apologetic, showering your neck and cheeks with kisses, saying between blossoming laughter, “Sorry, sorry, you just look so cute when you’re mad,” and you were trying to stay mad. The principle of it all. Hmph! “I’m mad!” You vocalized with a huff. Maybe if you said it, you would mean it. (You didn’t.) “Yep, you’re definitely mad, so mad…!” This idiot was repeatedly mushing your cheeks with his big palms and deliberately piling on the aegyo. You squinted your eyes into lines. “Stop messing with my cheeks!” “Don’t wanna!”

You chopped his head.

“Yah!”

Your idiot – cough, sorry, boyfriend, love of your life, darling, all that fluff stuff – made a fake dying noise but you didn’t catch on to his admission of defeat (couldn’t trust it anyway, this was Jeon Jungkook), and grabbed his wrist, pinning it down onto the bed and getting right up in his face, planting your palm his broad chest and shoving him (which did approximately nothing, you really do need to work out).

“I’m being serious here. I’m telling you something that would piss me off and you hate it when I’m mad at you so I’m warning you in advance. I’m working on myself too, but sunrise is really pushing it,” you emphasized, practically sitting in his lap now, your (his) big white t-shirt spilling over his bare thighs. Nobody wore pants in this household. Jungkook could barely keep his underwear on (foreshadowing). “I didn’t want to get mad at you this morning out of nowhere, but you’re not good at taking the hint.”

Those glittering chocolate eyes softened. “Oh. I’m sorry. I get excited…”

“And you can get excited,” you sighed, letting go of his wrist and patting the top of his head. “I only want you to be aware of how I’m feeling at that time and it’s a whole lot of why do humans have to sleep, waking up sucks ass. Not good for horny.”

Damn, these big rueful peepers were going to be the death of you. “You know me. I like being with you more than anything in the world. I don’t like being without you. Even sleeping is such a pain,” Jungkook finished with a puff.

You smacked his (very firm) chest. “I’m not telling you leave me alone. Just don’t ask me to fuck, because the answer is most likely going to be no at that time of day. Wait for me to wake up, at least!”

“But…!”

He grabbed the front of your (his) shirt and you tensed, thinking he was about to shake you, adjusting to be a bit more stable on his legs and then your shin slid to the front of his crotch and both of you abruptly fell silent (a shocking moment in this household).

“Jungkook.”

He was trying very hard not to grin but you could see it in those dark brown orbs.

“Yeah?”

He really was your favorite person. Really. He had an intense, passionate outlook on life. Tried hard at everything and made a fuss when certain things didn’t work out as he planned. Slowly learned to let things go but still picked up too many interests. Still thought he could do anything (and you believed with him, so maybe you were both the problem). Jungkook always told you he was grateful that you were so into about the things you liked (read: obsessive), because he made him feel less weird, made him feel that someone could match his energy, made him feel like he finally met his person, someone loved to live life as much as he did.

Romantic, yeah?

“Why is your dick hard?” you accused.

Your (lovable but idiot) boyfriend grinned. “Just remembering what you look like naked.”

Really romantic.

Yeah.

“Oh?”

You backed off his lap and forced his legs open.

“W-W-Wait–”

Which was how you ended up yoinking off Jungkook’s Calvin Klein's (with force and a tangle of legs and maybe a yelp if you bothered to listen), and did not take off your shirt as you got to your knees and curled your tongue around his already-hard-and-getting-harder cock. Sure, he was saying stuff (blah blah that’s not fair blah, the usual), but you cared not. Zero fucks given. Hey, if Jungkook was going to be all horny on you whenever he felt like it, you were going to give it to him whenever you felt like it too. He needed to be punished for being insufferable!

(Never mind that this has been going on for years.)

“Come on, take off your… oooh, fuck…”

(Your predictable arguments ended in predictable ways.)

You spared no expense. Tongue all over his length. Dripping saliva. Porn-star-esque, complete with the slurping it all back up and jamming the head of that throbbing cock into the back of your throat, squishing it against the pocket of saliva. Nasty. Yo, you didn’t have sex to be elegant. You had sex to watch Jungkook’s torso shudder uncontrollably and hear him whine in the middle of him yanking off his oversized black t-shirt, his head of crazy messy black hair popping out. You watched as he emerged like a just-saved, half-drowned vacationer and then his eyes rolled back like he had been knocked out, all while you bounced your head up and down, running your tongue along the base and his balls, making sure to be extra soft at the tip and caress the slit with the gentlest of kisses. Not enough to pressure to really get him off, but so much pleasure, lovingly swirling your tongue around and pressing your lips against the sensitive skin.

Then you did what any reasonable person would do (heh) and replaced your soothing mouth with your punishing grip, pumping him roughly.

“Gah!”

Your tongue circled around his balls and both slid into your mouth, sucking on them as you jacked him off. Any intelligent response was immediately annihilated by the gargling moan Jungkook choked out, falling back to his hands. Mmmm, those arms. The tension was making his muscles bulge, the dark colorful tattoos on his right arm gleaming in the bedroom light, his left just as shapely and defined. You switched between each side, sucking and licking and toying with his balls while your hand built up a furious pace, grinning as you felt his length twitch and throb. Glassy, dark brown orbs glanced down to watch, the ends of his black hair stuck to his cheeks, mouth open, pink lips glossy.

The look in those eyes.

So needy.

You delicately trapped one of his balls between your teeth and sucked hard before pulling your lips back and grinning. The reaction was immediate. The shiver visible, the hitched breath sharp, the tremble lingering at his shoulders, exasperation and desire flashing over his expression. Jungkook pleaded with you, knowing full well he didn’t want you to listen to a single word he was saying.

“N-No, please, d-don’t make me a f-freak…”

(Not sure how to tell you this, Jungkook, but you’ve been a freak since day one.)

“You like it,” you replied (with his nut in your mouth, smacking it with your tongue as you spoke). “Don’t lie to me.”

“No, I like it when you’re nice,” Jungkook stressed and he was very stressed because your hand was slowing down and that was not a good sign.

“Oh, yeah?” you taunted. Totally unnecessary but totally necessary. You let go of his cock and switched balls, squeezing the other saliva-covered one in a slippery, punishing grip that make Jungkook yelp with an edge of panic.

His cock jolted, sticking straight up.

You gave him the look of see what I see?

Jungkook sputtered, frantically waving his hand about. “N-No! It’s not what it looks like!”

(It’s not… it’s not what it looks like? What does it look like then, huh?!)

You raked your teeth over his balls and started sucking and tugging on them.

His right hand instantly flew to his dick (bombastic side-eye) and he started desperately jacking himself off as you used precise pressure and tongue to tease him. He was loudly moaning in reckless abandon, “H-Harder, yeah, like that, oooh, fuck, yes, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop” (criminally offensive side-eye), but you obeyed, gripping the inside of his thigh and ravishing his balls. You could barely see from your peripheral vision but you could certainly feel the force of Jungkook’s firm, tight grip around his stiff length.

Damn.

Your panties were also getting uncomfortably drenched.

Suddenly his hand froze up, his whole arm shaking. You glanced up. White teeth biting the left edge of his lower lip, lashes fluttering, jaw clenched. Muffled scream in his throat. The line from his neck to torso to abs to crotch to tattooed hand choking his hard cock was incredibly hot. Even hotter was how dark the head was becoming, angry purple-red and beading pearly translucent pre-cum.

“Fuck, I almost came, fuck…”

(Was that not the goal or are we missing something here?)

You spoke sloppily with his nut halfway in your mouth.

“Thought you were going to jizz all over me.”

His dark brows furrowed, gasping for breath, trembling all over. “You know I would ask you first, I’m not a big meanie,” Jungkook pouted, opening his eyes when you knocked away his hand, then his peepers popping open wide as you picked up his vicious pace with a smirk, lowering your shoulder to squeeze his balls at the same time (zero chill here). It could have been your name somewhere in that strangled moan. Could have, but it wasn’t that discernable and you were unbothered, even as his hands flew up and grabbed your (his) shirt, practically ripping it off in frustration.

“Please, ack, please…!”

You stopped.

Jungkook nearly yelled bloody murder and snatched you by the waist, lifting you far too easily. He was two beats away from suplex-ing you onto the bed if it wasn’t for the horny beating out his frustration of being edged for the second? third? whatever time. You were almost worried (not really), but everything worked out (kind of). There were always condoms on the nightstand (for reasons) and it took Jungkook record time to rip one open and slide it on before forcefully grabbing your ass (you had been trying to move away for… reasons) and dragging you back to him from a growl, flipping the bottom of your (his) shirt up.

Somehow, in the tangle of legs and arms, you had managed to slip off your panties and put them on the other nightstand so Jungkook wouldn’t rip them off your body.

(It has happened before.)

At the sight of your naked and wet pussy, Jungkook forgot how to be mad.

“Oh!”

You looked back to see a pair of shining, starry-eyed dark brown orbs.

“You really do love me.”

You blinked at him (what do you say to that?). “Y… Yeah? Woah!”

Turned out horny also beats out romance (?) and now Jungkook was balls deep and you were gasping and beating up the pillows in attempt to get your bearings because, holy fuck, he was insanely hard (scientific term). Your lower torso dropped and you both moaned in unison, satisfaction from the sudden depth, the ache perfectly fulfilled at this angle. Thrust in, push back, overwhelming rush heating up your chest and down your legs, beginning right where you both left off.

Rough, fast, and deep.

Your (and probably his) knees were really feeling it. You didn’t care. (Classic.) The fullness was unbearable and addictive and it made your walls spasm, squeezing around him as your eyelids fluttered, skin prickling hot and heartbeat leaping to your throat. The wave swelled in your chest and pooled down, amplifying the sensation of slapping hips, pitching your moan, you fucking him and him fucking you, a joint effort, the grip on your hips tightening, fuck, he was so strong, not slowing down even in the middle of your orgasm, your mind fizzling to white noise.

And then.

You suddenly realized it was weirdly silent behind you.

You tried not to snort in laughter (being nice, of course) as you realized Jungkook was whining behind his bitten lip, trying desperately not to cum in your crushing fervor. Not that you were going to let up. Absolutely not. In fact, you moaned breathily and reached back with one hand, tugging on the flapping shirt and pulling it over your head, bunching it up. Heard him gasp, but now your hair was all over your face (didn’t think that through, did you). There was no time to correct. You shoved the ball of fabric under your chin and dropped your shoulders, ramming back into his crotch with a wet smack, a vicious bolt of painful pleasure flaring up your inner thighs and spreading over your lungs, knocking the wind out of you.

“Ah, Jungkook!”

Didn’t think that through, did you?

You nearly choked on your own moan (and a mouthful of your own hair), entire body shaking from the force of orgasm bursting within, your inner walls clamping down and hips flinching, carnal pulse radiating throughout your core, breathless, lust-blindness, your ass jerking forward from another powerful thrust, and then Jungkook made a series of noises that could only be described as unholy.

(Wanton moaning, spitting swears, using various higher entities’ names in vain, things like that.)

You basically faceplanted into the t-shirt, vibrating from the high.

Down for the count.

But not out.

You reached back and wrapped your fingers around Jungkook’s balls, firmly squeezing.

He let out a quivering groan of approval, long fingers on your hips tightening, pressing his twitching cock inside you. No intention of leaving. The tension was so electric that you could feel the sparks flying up your belly (or was that your arm falling asleep from this unnatural position, who knows) and you sucked in a ragged breath, not sure what was coming over you but it was so unbelievably arousing that all you could do was smile.

Well.

You couldn’t really breathe since you were mostly face-first into the mattress.

Thankfully, Jungkook had a brain (bless) and sighed contentedly, sliding his hot (read: scorching) hands up your sides and pulling your body up. You let go of his nuts, panting, feeling him slide out, drawing in a tight breath – his skin like fiiiiiiire (don’t sing it) – relaxing as you felt his fingers fan out over your breasts.

This was nice.

He squeezed your breasts and toyed with your nipples, sending pleasing tingles all over.

“My back is getting sweaty,” you chuckled. “You’re burning up.”

“No, you’re hot.”

Whines (his) and a flop onto the bed later (you), and you ended up on your back, catching your breath while looking up at the ceiling. Ah, that was nice. You didn’t think too much about your limbs akimbo. There wasn’t any shame. After all, this was your home and this was your love. Attentive, caring, enthusiastic (about laundry and dishes and fucking especially) love of your life Jeon Jungkook who was definitely not a freak. Nope.

You felt a hand on your knee.

Then you felt your legs being dragged apart even wider.

The slapping sound of hand on dick.

Eh?

You turned your head to see Jungkook masturbating while staring at your pussy, used condom still on the bed. Oi! How was he still going? You were pretty sure he blasted out several nuts worth of cum (and the fullness of that used condom was the visible proof, oop).

“Hey. I’m still here,” you reminded him.

Heavy exhale and brief glance at your tits. “I know,” Jungkook shuddered, voice low and gravelly. “And you’re so fucking beautiful, fuck.”

“I’m not a porn video,” you joked, secretly enjoying how heatedly he was getting himself off to your sexy bits.

“You really need to make some for me,” he replied absentmindedly, reaching out to spread your pussy lips. You flexed them. They made a wet, lewd sound. Obscene. Jungkook moaned and tightened his grip, speeding up, running his finger over your exposed clit. “At least send nudes.”

“I’m physically next to you almost all the time,” you gasped. “Whachu need nudes for?”

This really wasn’t the time for a full-on conversation and soon you both forgot about it, lost in the haze of pleasure. Your eyes slid shut, arms fanned out over the bed, back arching, following that racing feeling. Basking in it. You were sure he was watching and you let him enjoy the show, spreading your legs and letting your hips be guided by his rough fingertip, clenching your jaw at the sensitivity. Almost too much was the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing over your throbbing nerves, aching tension dispersing over your muscles, nearly uncontrollable, so close to the edge, his name in a husky whisper, closer, listening to his breathing shallow, tighten, closer…

Your eyes opened, lids heavy, watching him though lashes and the haze of moans.

Jungkook was gazing back at you, up and down, lust-drunk on your body, his chest flexing, his black hair over his eyes, sweat beading along his temples, shuddering again at your eye contact.

“You… You fuck me up.”

You smiled and was about to say, you too, but then your pent-up orgasm shot up your torso and you hissed at the intensity, your hand flying down and harshly gripping his wrist. Head snapping back, spine arcing, mouth open to an airless moan, fighting to leave your lungs as the powerful continuous flinching overtook your hips, each pulse thundering against his fingertip, your juices seeping out.

Slick painted over your pussy lips clenching around nothing.

Jungkook sucked in his inhale and groaned, cupping his palm around the head of his cock. Heat and tremors and visible lust, the pleasure sinking, sinking, and you heard Jungkook whimper, looking down to see that his hand was turned, his long fingers digging into the soft dip of his balls and roughly massaging them as he came.

You watched.

Glanced up at his face.

Your boyfriend glared back.

“Don’t… say… anything…” he wheezed.

You did not listen.

(No one is surprised.)

“You’re a slutty freak, huh.”

“Oi!” he barked, yanking his hand away from you, and then his face contorted, instantly regretting vacating your pussy. You peeled open your puffy lower lips with two fingers and wiggled your tongue at him. “Hey! Stop that. I’ll–”

Faster than light (and smoother than butter), you shot off the bed as Jungkook threatened you with his cum-covered hand. “I don’t think so!” All these years with Jeon Jungkook and he still looked shocked when you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Get back here!” You did not. You ran to the bathroom instead and proceeded to fight on opposite sides of the door as he tried to get in and you tried to lock it.

“Why are you only strong at times like this?” Jungkook whined as you threw your weight into the door and locked him (and his cum hand) out. “Let me in!”

“No! Not until you wash your hand in the kitchen.”

“I promise not to wipe it on you.”

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Which is not very far.”

“You should!”

“Throw you?”

The whine on the other side pitched. “Open the door…”

You sighed. (Uh oh.) Opened the door. (Duck!) And smacked Jungkook’s wrist as he tried to wipe his dried cum onto you in a bout of maniacal laughter. (You punk!) Naked wrestling match (nice) and some neck chopping infused minutes later, you managed to shove Jungkook’s right hand under the sink faucet and blast water over it, fiercely gripping (and very much enjoying) his forearm to prevent him from being a brat.

And he was laughing, the bubbly sound drifting between you and him, laughing with his left arm around your waist and his face in the crook of your shoulder and neck, his warm breath tickling your skin, pulling your close as you vainly tried to avoid his sweat (failing spectacularly). Asshat.

He sighed, breathless and shivery, nuzzling your jaw with his (big) nose.

“I love you.”

He was a freaking annoying brat but he was your freaking annoying brat and, to be honest, you loved it.

“I love you too. If you splash water on me, I will waterboard you next time we shower together.”

Jungkook pouted and squeezed your boobs with his left hand. Now that was talent.

“Aw, how’d you know…”

You turned the water off.

“Stop playing with my tits.”

“My nutties are sore. It’s the least you can do.”

“You did that to yourself.”

“Nu uh. I’m wholesome.”

(The lie detector test determined that was a lie.)

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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so, i read a smut of yours and i was sure you were the right person for what i wanted, in my mind it happens with kappa but as long as it's a rory character i don't mind if you change it. i wanted a rebel sub reader, who fights back, resists and hurts him like he hurts her and spits in his face, which makes him fuck her even harder and more brutally, at the end you can add a aftercare, it would be really sweet to see she melting in his arms after so much resistance

Filthy Animals

Summary: There's nothing to see here, just two doms fighting for the upper hand, please walk on…

Pairing: Kappa x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Content Warnings: Unhinged Smut 18+!, We Take A Full Dive Into It Right After The Cut, A LOT Of Swearing, Kappa And Reader Being Two Crackheads In The Sheets, Scratching, Biting, Spitting, Slapping, You Name It, Unprotected P In V, Slight Daddy Kink, A Rather One-Sided Orgasm But That's Okay, Implied Aftercare, Implied Consensual Cutting

A/N: I have been evil cackling at this request since I saw it in my inbox, tbh 👀

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @icarus-star @milsthouqhts @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl

Want you tied up in my bed

With my name carved deep into your chest

Harmless games went to my head

Now I want you breathing down my neck

- Animal By Jim Yosef, RIELL

"Why do you have to be such a fucking bitch about it right now?" Kappa's low voice groaned against the shell of your ear in a menacing tone as he pulled both of your knees over his shoulders right before shoving the full length of his cock into your oozing wet cunt.

"Oh, fuck you, asshole!" You pressed between clenched jaws, feeling how he drilled himself into you rather unceremoniously, "Who was that stupid twat talking to you in the hall, huh?!"

"I told you already, fucking hell! Absolutely no one.", Kappa hissed, his hot breath hitting against your cheek, "She's new to the group and asked for my help, that's that."

"Uh-huh, yeah, sure. That's why that blond-haired barbie whore was all flirty hair twirling with you, right?" With a certain degree of malicious intent you dug your nails into the skin of his back, dragging them down inch by inch until you were certain to either leave bright red marks on your property or draw blood.

"It was nothing!", He huffed from between grinding teeth, "How many times do I have to tell you?!"

Kappa lifted his right hand from the mattress to carefully straighten it out before his broad palm hit your cheek in a hefty slap. On impact, your head lolled to the side, the sharp pang of pain rapidly spreading over the entire side of your face.

"Maybe until I believe you, shithead!" You spat right back, not even remotely allowing him to gain the high ground right now.

In a sense of relentless fervor, you raised your head up until you were able to sink your teeth right into the toned muscles of his chest.

"Oh, get a grip!" He groaned as you bit down, the hand that smacked your face grabbing a fistful of your hair simply to yank you away from him immediately.

You felt how your teeth scraped over his skin, clenching it between your canines until it inevitably slipped away.

"Fucking feral cunt!" Kappa grunted whilst hammering his cock inside you in such a hard way that it nearly made you flinch.

"But your cunt!", You spewed, "You better not forget that!"

"I'd never!", His fingers let go of your hair, tracing over your jaw down to your chin, "C'mon, open up, would you? Daddy's got a special treat just for you."

At his words you felt your whole attitude shifting whether you wanted it to or not. With widening eyes, you stared at him, reluctantly opening your mouth.

"That's my good girl right there, no?" You simply nodded in response.

Your drowsy, somewhat fucked out gaze met with his arctic blue eyes as you heard him gathering the spit in his mouth.

"Tongue out, whore!" Kappa demanded, tilting his head with a lopsided grin.

Not breaking eye contact whatsoever, you let your tongue dart out between an open mouth.

"There, there…" His tone somewhere in between taunt and praise before spitting a sticky amalgamation of saliva right onto your tongue.

"Swallow for Daddy!" He scoffed, pushing your mouth shut again.

And that you did.

"Good girl!" Kappa praised you right after, picking up on his pace.

"Don't you ever doubt that you are my one and only!" He whispered, his lips softly brushing over yours, not quite kissing you just yet.

"There'll never ever be another woman by my side, I promise." You felt the tip of his nose nudging yours while his pace started to falter.

"I'll do whatever is necessary to protect you." Kappa's body turned rigid above yours.

"Fuck, it's really just you…" He drilled his cock into you for one final, deep thrust, before you felt him coming undone inside of you. White-hot ropes of his cum painting your insides and filling you up.

"It's just you!" Kappa whimpered, lost in his orgasmic bliss as he freed your tights from his grip and practically collapsed onto you.

Your muscles certainly felt sore as you stretched your legs out over the mattress but you barely paid attention to it, really.

"Come here…" Kappa rolled himself off of you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I know today was a lot, but I'm still all about you, Sugar.", You allowed yourself to curl right up to him, practically melting into his gentle embrace, "Nothing will ever change anything about that, okay?"

"Are you sure about that?" As safe and warm you felt in his hug, the voices inside of your head were louder.

"I'm so sure about it that I'd cut your name into my skin if you asked me to." Kappa reciprocated right away.

"Well, then, I'm asking you to, Kappa."

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delulu-with-wandanat · 3 months

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ayo i have a request! platonic mob boss!natasha and single mother female reader! nat is a mob boss who is known to be heartless and merciless. reader is struggling financially and decides to take a loan from nat’s mob, which she can’t pay back. she’s taken by nat’s men and beaten, but then when nat sees reader out of place among the drug dealers and crackheads, she takes pity on reader, forgives her debt and protects her, as well as helping reader out financially. kinda like older sister protective vibes

THANK YOU I love all your writing!!

Alternative Proposition-

A/n: Awww thank you! I'm sorry this took a while, life finally catch up on me and I'm find myself writing less and less. I never actually dipped into mob au's beforee so, sorry if anything is out of place. I'm actually a little scared of posting this ngl- :')) I try to not give the daughter a name, only like a nickname so you can decide it for yourself. Anywayy, I hope you like it!!

Reader Description: She/her, single mother, mid 20s.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Platonic), Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (Romantic).

Warnings 18+: Mature themes, mentions of drugs, violence, crimes, (idk what else i need to put tbh), threat, use of guns.

Summary: Struggling to take care her 5 year old daughter, Y/n took out a loan from the mob to start a small business in hopes that it would resolve their financial struggles. But small businesses takes time to flourish, which Y/n doesn't have and ends up biting her in the ass... or did it?

PUNCH!

Right on the stomach. The man tugged her from behind so she would stand up straight.

TWACK!

Christ, her nose was probably broken now. Perhaps she should've known better than to follow her friend's advice.

"Fucking bankers..." Y/n said out of frustration. Her appeal to take out a loan was rejected once again. At this rate she might have to finally settle for just working double time and barely making ends meet for her and her daughter. Suddenly, she hears her neighbor next door arguing and smashing god knows what.

For fuck sakes, again?

Gun shots can be heard from out the window, a few minutes later a police sirens follow through. The neighbor above blasting music and making noises on what could only be... something.

Her heart ached as he mind raced to the 5 year old sleeping in her room. No, she deserves a better life, a better living condition, a better future. She has to find a way, there has to be. The front door flew open and her friend walked in with a dopey smile.

"You look like you could use a happy sniff!" Y/n only rolled her eyes at her friend.

"I'm way past that, and you know it. Besides, those things are bad for you." Y/n responded without even looking.

Her friend plopped down beside her on the couch with an exaggerate groan. "You've gotten so boring since she was born. We used to have so much fun, no?"

"Grown out of it," She looks at her friend. "So should you."

Kate then rested her head on Y/n's shoulder, looking over her notes. "Bank denied you again?" She said almost mockingly with a pout.

"It's so stupid. I just need some cash to start this business, I did the numbers and the market is huge! Yet, none of them are willing to even listen at all..."

Kate then repositions herself to rest her head on the arms of the sofa. "You're asking the wronggg people." She giggled. Clearly high on drugs.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I know someone who could help you. Actually... I know someone who KNOWS someone. No questions asked, just gotta pay them back on time."

"No questions asked? Sorry, Kate, but that sounds really shady." Y/n is too tired to even listen to her.

"Give it a tryyyy. You're confident about your business?" Y/n nodded. "What's the worst that could happen?" Kate concluded. Perhaps she was right, that what it takes to start a successful business no? Take a risk-

TWACK!

Famous last words. She did in fact took out a pretty huge loan, and promised to pay once a month with interest. Very high interest. Even though Kate was right, they asked no question whatsoever, the risk was also extremely deadly-

SMACK!

-right on the jaw this time. "I was late, I'm sorry. Please I promise I will-"

TWACK!

"We've heard that excuse many times before." The man said with a thick Slavic accent. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged it harshly so she would face her. "And when you take out a money that big, the boss doesn't play around."

TWACK!

"Please..." The poor woman pleaded. "I swear-"

"Swear on your life? That is what we will take." Instead of a punch, the platinum haired man pulled out a gun, Y/n felt her stomach dropped the moment he pointed the gun to her head.

"Wait, wait!"

"Hold." She heard the other man who was holding her from behind spoke. "We're needed elsewhere."

"Now??"

"Just put the rat back in her cell, we'll deal with her and the rest later."

The blonde man hesitated for a few second before putting away his gun. He bent his body to her eye level and spoke, "You are one lucky son of a bitch."

Y/n was put back in the filthy place. Among with all the other hostages they have taken and beaten. She grunts at every single move she makes, every part of her body was extremely sore with the amount of punching she had endured.

The warehouse was dark, there was only one source of light, it was now probably almost midnight, fuck she needs to get home. She asked Kate to babysit her daughter, which was probably not the best course of action as Kate was quite a heavy drug user. But fuck she didn't have anyone to go to.

Kate will take care of her right? Well, she was... She wasn't addicted, but- Oh fuck her mind is running a mile minute.

She doesn't know how long time has passed as all she could think about was her daughter. Her sweet little bug. "Be safe, please, please be safe."

Oh god, what if Kate uses drugs in front of her? Come on, Kate was the one helping Y/n throughout the pregnancy, she would be more mature than that. Then again drug addicts are selfish- No, Kate is not like that. Kate adores Y/n's daughter, even going as far as supporting this business so the little bug would have a better future.

But what if Kate-

Y/n perked up at the sound of a door opening. Heavy sets of footsteps could be heard walking in her direction. "Cut the crackheads fingers as a warning, that oughta teach them." Y/n shivers at the woman's command. "Their debt remains, any late payments will be paid by their hand."

"What about the dealer?" Her men asked.

"Kill him, he went against our terms and conditions. Make him suffer." Y/n heard a unanimous 'Understood.' This woman definitely held a high power among all of them.

"And Stark's men?" Another one of her soldier asked. There was a beat of silence as the woman weighted her decision.

"Send him our... parcel. He'll understand." Whatever it is, Y/n is sure it's not what is implied.

She heard a few cells opening, some of the hostages cried and plead for their life. "I have nothing to do with this!" The man screamed. "It was Mr. Stark's order-"

"Stark and I, despite our rivalry, have mutual respect with each other." The powerful boss spoke again. "Though I won't be surprised if the orders did in fact came from him."

"Please..." The hostage started crying. "Please, I- I have kids-"

"And a wife?"

"Y-yes."

"Good. At least there's someone to take care of them." Fuck this woman is a sadist.

The poor man continued to thrash and screamed, yet he was no match in his condition and the strength of his taker. His screaming gradually disappears as they take him god knows where. And finally, the woman came into view as she stood just outside of her cell.

Y/n had pushed herself into a corner, hugging herself, knowing she would be next. And from what she has heard, there was no way of convincing a woman who holds such power and fear. Reality dawned on her that she had failed her daughter, her sweet 5 year old bundle of joy.

I'm sorry, bug...

The red headed woman studied the hostage before her. Seems like her men had taken her after she had finished her shift, Y/n was still wearing her waitress uniform.

"It's the one that took out the big loan." Another woman with blonde hair told the boss. Y/n notes she has a thick Russian accent.

"And?"

"She claims the purpose was to start a food and beverage business. Late payments, but I doubt the business even took place. I haven't seen or heard any new establishment in the area." The blonde woman explained.

The boss narrows her eyes. Y/n refused to speak or even look at them in the eye. As the red headed women was about to decide her fate, they heard a phone ring. Y/n's head turned to the source of the ringtone, it was her phone. "Shut that phone." She told her men.

"No wait!" All eyes turned to Y/n as the hostage finally spoke for the first time. "Please, that's mine. It might have something to do with my daughter..."

The goons gave the boss Y/n's phone. The woman looked at the caller id, "Kate."

"That's my friend, she's babysitting her. I just need to know if she's alright." The blonde and red haired woman shared a look, they've seen this before. Last act of desperation to seek help.

Finally, the boss bent down to her level beckoning Y/n to get closer from her position. Y/n hesitantly crawled closer so she was able to speak to the phone. Before the boss answered the phone, she looked at Y/n dead in the eye. "Any attempts, I will track this caller id. Understood?"

The boss didn't have to elaborate further, Y/n nodded while shivering in fear. The woman then accepted the call, and put it on speaker. "Mama??" A little girl's voice could be heard.

"Hey there, bug!" Y/n responded with fake enthusiasm. It was very convincing, even an adult wouldn't notice anything. "What are you doing up so late huh?"

"I'm waiting for you! You promised me movie night." The little girl said sadly.

"Awww, I know bug. Something came up at work, and I needed to work extra hours. But how about this, I'll make it up to you and we'll go somewhere special on your birthday, how does that sound?" Y/n spoke, her heart aching as she was making fake promises to her daughter. After all, the mob would most likely take her life.

"Yey!!! Aunty Kate, did you hear that?" It seems like the little girl was so happy at the idea. Y/n can imagine her daughter running to Kate in their tiny apartment excitedly to tell her the news. She then heard Kate responding as excitedly to the little girl. This is her chance.

No. She can't put her friend in danger. Even though that idiot gave her the stupid idea- No, I made the decision.

"Kate, it's already midnight. Can you make sure she sleeps please?"

"Aww, it's weekend! I'm sure she can stay up once a while with her aunty." Kate responded over the phone.

"I gotta go." Y/n said after noticing some of the goons growing impatient. "And Kate..."

There was a beat of silence, would she do it?

"Please remember to restraint yourself." Kate could be heard signing on the other side of the phone.

"You know I would never do that in front of bug. I promise, I'll take care of her. Just come home safe ok?" Kate understood Y/n's fear. And Kate knew better than to use drugs around children's proximity. In fact, she wasn't using the addictive substance as much as she used to... Only when she party that is-

"Of course. See you." The red haired woman then ended the call. She wasn't going to lie, she was quite impressed at this hostage. Perhaps this girl was something else...

Natasha came home way past midnight, it wasn't unusual for her of course. Though she does sometimes wishes to leave the crime life completely. Well, sometimes was an understatement, she wants to leave the crime life and focus on her own family. However, her sister was far from ready and there were numerous business she had to resolve first.

Then again, perhaps that was just an excuse. The cycle would never end. There's always something coming up, and she was the one the city held respect and fear for. By the end of the day, Natasha wasn't even sure if this life would leave her completely.

It was tied to her like an anchor.

She sighed and walked over to the master bedroom quitely. When she opens the door, she found her wife already fast asleep. She made her way to the bathroom, changed her clothes into something far more comfortable. She opted to skip her nighttime routine, and walked out of the bathroom.

Her wife had moved in her sleep, and it seems like she is awake. A small smile appeared on Natasha's face. "I didn't mean to wake you up." The mob boss said apologetically.

"The Americans would say, old habit dies hard." Wanda responded with a sleepy smile. Natasha soon joined her on the bed, giving her wife a loving kiss on her lips, and the slope of her nose. Despite being married for a couple of years, it warms Wanda's heart at Natasha's actions.

For someone who have gained the reputation of being merciless, she was so gentle on the people she loves.

"Everything alright, darling?" Wanda asked, she knew there was always something in this line of business. But really, what else was she supposed to ask?

"Same old, same old." Natasha answered as she settles on the bed next to her. Wanda then nuzzles onto Natasha like she always does every single night. "I'm getting too old for this."

Wanda chuckles, "Well, Yelena is next in line."

"Oh please, she her patience is as thin as a baby hair. She wouldn't last a 30 minute meeting." Natasha then starts to rub small circles on Wanda's back. "And you?"

"Just the usual, took the boys to school. They're already asking me if they could get their own car now that they're in middle school." Natasha let out a small chuckle.

"I hope they know they have save up their own money for that."

"I doubt it." The two women shared a laugh and fell into a comfortable silent. It was nights like these that Natasha adored. She may ruled the city, and had resources the average person can't imagine, but all she wanted was simple nights in the arms of the woman she loves.

Crazy to think how they met each other, all those years ago. When Natasha was only a second in command and Melina was ruling the mob, and Wanda was just a single mother trying to get by. Just like-

"Your thoughts are loud, detka." Wanda said, her wife truly knows her inside and out. "Care to share?"

Natasha lets out a sigh before continuing, "There was this girl, probably in her mid 20s." Wanda stayed silent, listening to her wife. "She reminds me of you..."

Wanda pulled away slowly to look at Natasha in the eye, "Natalia... If this is your way of asking us to open our marriage-"

"Excuse me, how did you even come to that conclusion?" God no, Natasha never even had that thought.

"Well when you start with that kind of sentence..." Natasha only rolled her eyes and pulled Wanda back into her arms.

"No, It's not that." She sighed, trying to find the right words. "I'm just..." She trails off once again. Wanda waited patiently for her wife to form her words, except Natasha ended up letting out a soft chuckle. "I think I'm just getting too old and too soft for this."

Wanda made herself more comfortable on Natasha's chest, listening to her heartbeat. Something she finds rather comforting. "You kept your heart. That is something I love the most about you." She shifted slightly so she could look at her wife in the eye. "But moreover I think that is something Melina would be so proud of..."

Natasha's heart warmed at Wanda's words. She pulled Wanda into a soft kiss, pouring the immense love she had for the woman before her. Natasha's hand gently cupped her wife's face, she held her ever so carefully as if Wanda was the most precious and delicate flower to ever exist.

Y/n waited, and waited.

She glanced at the clock, and then back to the front door. Still no one...

She heard a groan from Kate and looked at her friend/co-worker now. "Where are all the people..." She whined as she waited at one of the empty seats.

"It's ok. There's time like these, we just have to be patient." Y/n responded optimistically, even though deep inside she was screaming. The restaurant barely made enough to be self-sufficient. Despite it being small, and having herself as the staff with the occasional help of Kate, all of the profit had gone to running the business.

Moreover, she has to pay back the mob.

Fuck... "Kate, what day is it?"

Kate quickly checked her phone, "Friday. Why??"

Shit... shit, shit, shit. Her next payment was due tonight. She opened the register to check on the cash she had separated to make the payments. Y/n hastily re-counted the money and found that she was still $1000 short, "Fuck-"

"What's wrong?" Kate asked upon noticing her friend's frustration.

"Nothing..." Y/n sighed, no point in panicking now. She rubbed her temple and started giggling out of the immense frustration she was in. "Out of curiosity, is there a way to make $1000 in less than 6 hours?"

"We could always turn to crime."

"Few years ago I would've agreed, but I have a daughter to take care of." Calming herself down, she puts the money back and closed the cashier. "I need to pick up bug soon, you think you can manage on your own?"

"Don't underestimate me..." Y/n only gave Kate a look as she walks towards the cashier, "I will man the fort."

Y/n merely chuckles and took her bag, she gave Kate a quick hug. She has been such a great help, the definition of true friends lie on none other than Kate Bishop. "Thank you, I'll be quick!" Y/n said as she made her way out of the restaurant.

"-And I made a new friends!" The little one said as she held her mother's hand on the way to the shop.

"That's wonderful, bug!" Y/n responded as enthusiastically. Relief that her daughter was doing well on her first day of elementary school, not that she ever doubted her daughter's capability. In contrast to Y/n, her daughter was much more outgoing than she was when Y/n was younger.

"Maybe I can invite them to the restaurant!" Y/n chuckles at her statement.

"Well you know what? Tell them I will give their family a VIP service." The little bug scrunch up her nose in confusion, she look up to her mother.

"What's a VIP??" She asks, just before they entered the shop. Y/n bent down to her level with an adoring smile.

"VIP means, 'Very-Important-Person'. And because they're your friends. They're important, don't you think so?" The little girl nodded her head as her mother explained, "Meaning they'll get special treatments."

It was like a lightbulb switched on inside the little one's head. "Oh! I get it!!"

"My brightest star." Y/n said while ruffling her head, "Come on, let's head inside. Aunty Kate might need some back up."

The two entered the shop to find Kate talking to a customer. Oh thank god. Their back was facing Y/n, once Kate noticed Y/n she perked up. "Oh! Y/n, you're just in time. This is our owner, and the mastermind behind all these amazing dish!" Well, gotta give the enthusiasm to Kate.

The customer turned around and Y/n felt chills down her spine.

"So I see." The same powerful woman spoke. Y/n tensed up, but the little hand she was still holding kept her grounded. "Y/n, was it?"

"Y-yes." She cleared her throat. No, nononono, the payment was still in a few hours. Well, she was still short a $1000. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

The redhaired woman shifter her eyes downward to look at Y/n's daughter. "And who might you be?" She asked the little girl kindly. Was it genuine? Y/n doesn't even know.

"My mom and aunty calls me bug!" The girl said excitedly. "I like your hair."

The mob boss laughed, "Thank you! I like your little braid. Did your mother did that for you?" Oh well, she's surprisingly good with kids?? Such a stark contrast to the one Y/n met at the warehouse-

"Yeah!" The little girl giggled.

"I'm having trouble choosing something to eat. Since I have the owner and I'm assuming the chef, perhaps you could recommend me something?" The woman asked.

Y/n snapped back to reality, "U-uh, well... Our uhm the-" Speak, SPEAK, why am I so-

"Oh, oh!" Her daughter excitedly ran up to the dangerous boss, she went on her tiptoes to take the menu off the counter. "You should get this one! It's my favorite and my mom makes it the best."

"I will take your word for it." The woman said with a kind smile, she turns to Kate. "I'll take the recommendation from this little one. I'll sit in that corner."

"We'll be right with you, ma'am!" Kate said, obviously oblivious to who this woman is.

Fuck.

Y/n hand shook as she plated the food for the mafia boss, Kate noticed it and giggles. She clearly doesn't realize how bad the situation is.

"Hey relax, boss." She nudges her friend, Y/n only let out a nervous chuckle. "Alright, I'll take it from here." As Kate was about to take the plate to serve, Y/n stopped her.

"I got it, why don't you go stand by the cashier in case any more customers comes in." Thankfully for Y/n, Kate agreed and went back to her station. As much as she would like to avoid the mob boss at any cost, she doesn't want Kate to be involved further.

Y/n walks towards the table with food in hand, the woman was sitting by the corner looking out the window. Heart stammering in her chest as fear and anxiety tried to take over her body, what did this woman want?

"Your food, ma'am." Y/n sets the plate with shaky hands.

"Oh, thank you. It looks delicious." The redhead said turning to face Y/n with a smile. Just as Y/n was about to leave, the lady stopped her. "Hold on just a minute, I wouldn't mind the company of the owner herself. Take a seat." It sounded more like a demand than a request.

Y/n took a deep breath and sat across from her. The woman took a sip of her drink, still looking out the window. Maybe I should've poisoned her food or something-

"I believe I haven't introduced myself." The woman's voice took Y/n out of her trance. She looked up to see her staring back at her. "Natasha, pleasure to meet you under... better circumstances." Natasha offered her hand to shake.

Y/n reached out, hand still visibly shaking a little as she shook her hand. "Y/n, although I'm sure you knew that already."

Natasha only nod, she then picked up a fork and a knife and started eating her food. After the first bite, she lets out a soft laugh. "Your daughter wasn't lying when she said this was the best."

Y/n could only force a smile as multitude of things ran in her head. Was she here to execute her? Did she know that Y/n was still a few dollars short? Was this a genuine interest in her food or was she here for business?

"How's business so far?" There it is.

Y/n sighed and looked around at the empty restaurant. "We've had better days."

Natasha only raised an eyebrow as she continues eating her food. "So I see."

There was a few minutes of silence as Y/n waited for Natasha to speak further, however, it seems like the other woman was just simply enjoying her food.

"I have to say I am incredibly impressed with your cooking." She said as she wiped her lip with a napkin and set aside her cutleries.

"Thank you, I learned it from my mother."

Natasha nodded and fixed her posture as she set the plate to the side to rest her hand on the table. "I'm sure you know why I'm here. It's strictly business." Y/n took a deep breath, but before she could say anything Natasha cuts her off. "Although, seeing the state of your establishment, I'm assuming It's barely making anything to run itself."

"I- I promise you I can-" Y/n stammered.

"Oh don't make promises you can't keep, Y/n."

"This month's payment might be a lower but I swear it just takes-"

"I've thought so." Oh god, what has she gotten herself into. Her chest started to feel heavy, something felt like it was stuck on her throat. Y/n couldn't utter a single word. She was a dead woman...

"Which is why I would like to offer you an alternative proposition." Natasha as she leans back against the chair. Y/n who was still in the state of fear only looked at her. "I would like to turn your debts into an investment."

...I'm sorry, "W-what?"

"I would like to invest in your business instead, I see great potential. It should help lighten the burden." Whoa, what??

"I- What's the catch?" Natasha only laughs, not one of those evil laughs, just... laughed.

"I get 20% share of your profit, but to say that's a catch would be misleading as that is just the nature of investment."

Y/n thought for a moment, this wasn't so bad. No, actually it was great. Instead of having debts, she only need to pay Natasha a share of the profit that the restaurant made.

"That's... a very generous offer, Natasha. Thank you. Although, may I negotiate?" Natasha smirked slightly at the sentence and nodded, she liked this girl. Normally people would take the offer without any hesitation, so to have someone negotiates back was refreshing. "I think 20% is too high, how bout 10%?"

"Hmmm, that's too low for me. How about you and I meet in the middle, 15%?" Y/n nod and Natasha had a satisfied smile on her face. This time, it was Y/n who reached out her hand.

"We have a deal."

To say the mob boss was being generous was an understatement, but Y/n wasn't going to ask questions. It helped elevated the financial burden a little, as she did not have to pay a fixed price every month. If the business soars Natasha gets a good cut of the revenue, it it fails, well they fall together.

What's weird was Y/n had expected for there to be a catch, maybe even have Natasha suddenly barging in and run the business however she likes. Or making some sort of speakeasy underneath her restaurant, or anything crime related really. But she never did, in fact, Natasha became a regular at the restaurant. She comes by once or twice every week, one time she even comes with a lovely lady who Y/n quickly learned was her wife.

Natasha's wife, Wanda, was a truly lovely lady. Overtime, Wanda stops by more often on her own. Although truth to be told, Y/n had a feeling they adored her daughter the most as bug truly was the ray of sunshine in the restaurant.

Doorbell chimes through the restaurant, the little bug excitedly dings the bell on the cashier counter top informing the kitchen of an incoming order.

"Ms. Wanda's specials!" The little girl said loudly, causing Wanda to giggle slightly at the scene. Y/n comes out of the kitchen door to greet her as she was in the middle of cleaning up.

"Wanda, good to see you again! Your usual?"

Wanda smiled and nodded. "For me, as always. Another one of the same for my wife, and 2 dish of your recommendation for my boys please."

"Anything in particular?" Y/n asked.

Wanda hummed for a moment, before glancing at Y/n's daughter who's practically bouncing on her little feet to make the decision for her. She then smiles and said, "I'll let the little chef surprise me."

Bug beamed upon hearing her sentence, Y/n smiled at her daughter and gave her an encouraging nod. She pulled down her mother to her level and whispered her recommendation. Y/n then pulled away and playfully gave her a salute, "Right on it, chef!"

As Y/n was walking back to the kitchen she heard her daughter yelling, "And be quick, it's for our VIP!"

She was glad her daughter seems to make the restaurant her own little playground, most of the costumers adored her too whenever bug was around. She wishes that her daughter could go out more often and wasn't forced to be stuck in the restaurant as much as she is now.

As time goes by the restaurant started to gain more and more exposures around the neighborhood and Kate has been a big help through it all. Arguably it was good for her too, as she used her spare time to work instead of partying and doing drugs.

Many more months have passed, and their popularity continues to rise and rise to the point where Y/n NEEDED to hire a cook helper and a waitress. She was grateful to say the least, but she wonders if the mob boss had something to do with it.

Y/n noticed that she had seen one of the customers being the one that kidnapped her, she was terrified for a minute only for the same platinum haired man to apologize and leave her with a huge, and I mean HUGE tip. She found out that his name was Pietro and he was surprisingly a funny, cocky, yet quite the gentleman.

The other one was the blonde woman that stood next to Natasha. However, at that time she was rather busy in the kitchen so Kate was the one who interacted with her the most. She didn't learn much about the blonde woman, only that her name was Yelena and that Kate seems to have a big crush on her.

She starts to wonder if half of her customers were affiliated with Natasha's mob. There were times when Natasha came by with a group of people, was it for a business meeting or whatnot she doesn't know. She doesn't even want to know. One thing for sure, Y/n's perception of Natasha changed. The initial impression of Natasha being a cold, heartless, merciless woman was gone, it turns out Natasha has a heart of gold.

From spreading the word about her restaurant, to giving huge tips every time she eats, refusing on-the-house meals and paying more than what her bill stated. To even, at least to Y/n's assumption, keeping the area of her restaurant safe. It wasn't confirmed by any means, but Y/n had a gut feeling Natasha had something to do with it.

All in all, business was great and was making enough for her to profit from it as well. She can now take her daughter out occasionally and not having to worry about starving herself in process.

Today was rather slow than usual, thank god...

She probably shouldn't as a business owner, but damn girl needs a room to breathe sometimes. Calm before the storm they said, and Y/n was going to use it to her advantage and catch up on her book as she waits for the next customer.

A good few minutes into her book, the door bell rings. Y/n looks up and put on her smile at the customer. Kate called in sick today and their waitress was having a day off, so Y/n had to cover both for both. "Welcome! What can I do for you on this fine day?"

"Hi there." The woman with a black hair said with a kind smile. "I heard this was the new hotspot in town. What would you recommend me?"

"Well that depends, are we looking for somethings sweet or savory?"

"Hmmm...." The woman scanned the menu quickly. Finally she looked up and said, "I'm feeling adventurous, surprise me."

Y/n smiled, "Take a seat anywhere you like, I'll be right with you." The customer thanked her and sat by the corner. From the corner of her eye, she could she the woman seems to be observing the restaurant. It wasn't weird by any means, maybe she's just one of those food bloggers.

Nah, she's dressed so formal to be a food blogger. Oh, shit... is that a food critique? We'll let's impress her.

After a few minutes, Y/n goes to her table. "This is one of our favorites." She said as she set the plate on the table, "And this is a complimentary drink, it's on the house."

"That's very kind of you." The black haired woman said. "Say how long has this place been established?"

"Oh we've just opened a couple of months ago."

"The owner certainly has an exquisite design taste." Y/n smiled at the compliment.

"Thank you! It was highly inspired by my heritage." The woman raised her eyebrow.

"I take it you are the owner?" Y/n nodded. "Wow! Congratulations on your business! The food looks amazing, please, would you mind joining me? I would love to listen more to your stories."

"Certainly!" Y/n took a seat in front of her, she was used to this, sitting and talking to different customers. It helps build relationship and making them a regular. "Are you new around this area?"

The woman chuckles, "No, I know this city like the back of my hand. My name is Maria Hill, pleasure to meet you." Maria offered her hand to shake.

"Likewise, I'm Y/n." The two shook hands and Maria leaned back on her seat.

"I'm guessing you're not originally from here?"

"No, my family and I migrated to the US when I was younger." Maria hummed again as she stared Y/n down, honestly Y/n was feeling rather uncomfortable. It was like she was... observing her, maybe even assessing her?

One thing for sure, Y/n was starting to get really bad vibes.

Maria suddenly let's out a small laugh, "Perhaps I should be more frontal." She fixed her posture and leaned her elbows on the table. "I was going to ask you sooner or later."

Oh god, what is it? Am I getting deported??

"Are you aware of an individual named Natalia Alianovna Romanova?"

Y/n twisted her head in confusion. "No, that doesn't seem to ring a bell."

"What about Natasha Romanoff?" The woman continued to prod. Well, she only knows one Natasha, she's a-

"I'm sorry, I just-" Y/n was confused, "What is this all about? Are you a health inspector or an immigration officer because-"

Maria raised her hand to stop Y/n, "No, neither of those." Y/n raised an eyebrow. "I'm an FBI agent."

Oh...

"I've been investigating an organized crime for the past few years."

Oh, fuck.

"You're not in trouble, Y/n. I merely require your assistance."

This isn't fucking calm before the storm-

"So are you or are you not," Maria took out a picture, a photograph of Natasha walking out of HER restaurant. "acquainted with this individual."

This is calm before a fucking typhoon. And she is in the middle of it.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha x platonic!reader #black widow #natasha #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff mafia au #natasha x y/n #wanda maximoff #wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda #wlw #natasha x wanda #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

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heeverseblog · 1 year

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GET TO KNOW ME GAME!

tagged by: @end-hyphen and @mimikittysblog

tagging: @skzenhalove @en-ternity @yoursjaeyun (I don't really have a lot of moots since i'm not active LOL!)

birthday: will keep it a secret but i’m a gemini

favourite colour: pink but i mostly wear neutral colored clothes

do you have pets?: yup! i have two dogs

how tall are you?: i am 5′1.5″ but sometimes i like to say 5′2

how many pairs of shoes do you own?: not really sure...maybe four? then i have 2 pairs of boots

favourite song: it’s actually “i like me better” by lauv but i’m currently playing “slow down” by chase atlantic on loop

favourite movie: FLIPPED! my all time favorite and became the blueprint to my fave tropes and genres

who would be your ideal partner?: someone who is nerdy (i somehow have a thing for smart guys LOL) and introverted but has good philosophies and beliefs. he can be nerdy and a crackhead but has a really nice personality and has goals. and i want someone to make me feel like i can protect them (not as an obligation), not only them protecting me. oh and he has to tolerate my crackheadness and i like funny guys.

do you want children?: tbh yes but i still have emotional baggages so i want to heal myself before having kids

have you gotten in trouble with the law?: i don’t think so..? hopefully that will never happen

what colour socks are you wearing?: not wearing any socks right now

favourite type of music: k-pop, r&b, 2000s music, edm

how many pillows do you sleep with?: one but i hug a stuffed toy because it helps me sleep

what position do you sleep in?: it depends actually

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping: when i remember a scary scene from a horror movie

what do you have for breakfast: usually bread and coffee

have you ever tried archery?: yup! it was fun though i couldn’t hit the target AHAHAHAHA

favourite fruit: bananas!

are you a good liar?: no 😂

what’s your personality type?: infp-t

innie or outie?: it depends cuz sometimes i wanna go out but sometimes i’m lazy and i just want to stay home

left handed or right handed?: right handed!

favourite food: i love ramen noodles and pasta!

favourite foreign food: carbonara!!

am i clean or messy?: messy LOL

most used phrase: yup!

how long does it take for you to get ready: to be honest, 30 mins to an hour because i get my makeup done or choose what to wear and i get lazy to move

do you talk to yourself?: EVERYDAY LOL

do you sing to yourself?: yeah but sometimes i question why cuz my voice sucks HAHAHAHA

are you a good singer?: i guess i was?? but now i’m not

biggest fear?: being a failure :(

are you a gossip?: not really because i have my own world but if it’s interesting then i’ll listen

do you like long or short hair?: short but i also like having medium length hair

favourite school subject: writing i guess since i’m a creative writing graduate

extrovert or introvert: extroverted introvert!

what makes you nervous: people’s stares

who was your first real crush?: i had a classmate in the 10th grade but she played with my feelings when she knew i had a crush on her

how many piercings?: two: one on my right ear, one on my left ear

how many tattoos?: don't have any

how fast can you run?: not fast HAHAHA

what colour is your hair?: ash blonde (i originally had chestnut brown hair)

what colour are your eyes?: brown

what makes you angry: people who look down on others just because they don’t reach their standard

do you like your name?: it’s alright!

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?: that’s tricky HAHAHAHA maybe both but not at the same time

what are your strengths?: i can adapt to an environment

what are your weaknesses?: i tend to panic a lot

what is the colour of your bedspread?: white

colour of your room: white!

#heeverseblog #get to know me #get to know me game

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milo-manheim-luver · 1 year

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15 questions for 15 mutuals

hahah thank you for tagging me @slut4drudy and @runningfrom2am glad to know ppl actually want to know more about me. 🤭

1. Are you named after anyone?: yeah, my middle name is my moms middle name and my grandmas and my great grandmas and i think one of my aunts… 😒 (i hate it because it’s basic 😭)

2. When was the last time you cried?: last week…. i hit a fucking coyote on the highway and started crying. i’m horrible i know ✋🏻 no need to tell me. i even tried to dodge it and was tbh probs close to hitting the car in the lane next to mine. i’ve just come to the conclusion i suck at driving.

3. Do you have kids?: no 😭 but i better have some. and it better be with a hot, tall man who can actually tan because i don’t want my children being cursed with my poor genetics of being short and pale as a ghost to where the sun literally reflects off my skin 😭 it’s horrible. i hate it. it’s unfair. and before anyone says “use tanning lotion” babe it doesn’t fucking work on me. i got those strong scottish/celtic genes.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?: idk probably just a little bit?? note: i’m going through this reading my answers and have realized i am quite sarcastic. my apologies luvies.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?: played basketball in the third grade but never again because kids in my tiny town are stupid geezers who make fun of you if you’re not perfect even though they sucked too. i mainly stuck with marching band like a good, innocent girl that i am🤭

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?: their vibe? and maybe their style? idek

7. Scary movies or happy endings?: HAPPY ENDINGS. i cant take scary movies. i get too scared 😂 i just hide my face the WHOLE time.

8. Any special talents?: i know how to play the flute if that counts. and a tad bit of piccolo. i played the flute for 7 years in school. i don’t play it much now but i still know how to play OH and read music for the most part. i’m so cool.

9. Where were you born?: missouri of all places 💀 i hate it here. get me out. it’s misery not missouri. the amount of morons in this state baffles me every day. legit. like people here are so absurd it hurts my brain.

10. What are your hobbies?: i like traveling. i have only traveled on my own. i’ve never taken a trip with someone where flying is involved. so i save my money and blow it all on a trip like once a year…. i’m terrible with money. next stop is nyc 🥳 maybe i’ll fun in to brooke starkey and say she’s a queen and fashion icon (i’ll pretend i don’t know her. just be like omg i love that outfit!)

11. Do you have any pets?: like personally mine? i used to… but then she got mauled to death by my sister’s dog 4 years ago💀 (i have to joke about it or i’ll be depressed for the next year again) (after she died my ass didn’t give a shit about myself and was lowkey reckless while driving and didn’t eat and hardly showered) nah but my family has 4 springers who are crackheads.

12. How tall are you?: 5’4 1/2 but i leave off the half. i’m the shortest in my family and get teased by it all the time 😌 that’s okay though. i need a tall man to reach the higher shelves anyways.

13. Fave subject in school?: math because i was in advanced math in high school and never tried but was getting C’s and some B’s. i think it just came naturally to me.

14. Dream job?: zoologist or marine biologist. that’s what i planned on doing until i dropped out of community college and then decided to go back but then dropped out again 💀 i cant make this shit up bro. all in under 2 1/2 years #slay

15. Eye color?: i get to flex on this one to all my drew/rafe girlies… i have like light blue eyes which pairs well with my egg white skin tone. ✌🏻 hahahaha. they get even more blue when i cry. so often.

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OMG YOU’RE RIGGGHHTTTT. Unbothered feline and sunshine energy😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

thank god for both pairs, tbh. that’s my favorite friendship dynamic of all time (said as the crackhead friend with a predominantly low-key bestie, lmao). balance 🤌🏻🤌🏻

#jade speaks #k!#moots #ljh #lsm #myg #hobi

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starchild--27 · 1 year

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Tag Game ✨️

thank you for tagging me @joon-rkive - i loved reading yours and i always enjoy doing these~ 😊💕

i tag: @heartcravings @kafkascupcake @cxsmicmyeon @byuns-coco @xiu-bee @ladyliliah - only if you guys want to of course ♡

What book are you currently reading?

She and Her Cat by Makoto Shinkai ♡

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Everything Everywhere All At Once, like 10000%. this movie is so good. everyone go watch it if you can. 💫

What do you usually wear?

a t-shirt (plus a hoodie/flannel shirt if it's cold), a pair of jeans (two if it's cold), a pair of socks (two if it's cold), chucks (or boots if it's cold)

How tall are you?

~ 178cm / 5'10 but i'm slouching horribly xD

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

i am a Taurus (or so the birth chart says, i don't really see it tbh), aaaand my birthday is on Beltane, the Gaelic May Day festival. Or if we want to be political, Labour Day.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

irl usually by my name, only online people and sometimes my mom call me by my childhood nickname (which i find really cute btw ^^). and my sister has her own set of nicknames for me xDD

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

i think to some extent i am the person all my younger selves wanted to be xD but career-wise not all. my childhood dream was to be a writer, only at 14 or 15 i started to think about my current course of study and also quickly dismissed the idea again back then xD

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

i'm not. and currently i have no real permanent crushes either, only the quick kind where i spend twenty minutes imagining a relationship with a stranger i've seen for like 3 seconds xD (but yeah speaking in terms of kpop, i have an everlasting crush on park chanyeol, today especially the one from the photoshoot that was teased today, and i have had it bad for han jisung from stray kids the past months too xD)

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

i'm good at.......language stuff (idk why this came to mind first but i have crap self-confidence so i can't really think about anything else); i'm bad at...i guess, being organized, keeping routines and getting things done efficiently, stuff like that. 😬

Dogs or cats?

both :c (but gun to my head, i'd say cat. because i have a cat.)

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

choking on brown sugar and sweetened milk / wrapped in a flannel shirt cause i hate silk / need a neurosurgeon to cut out my brain / need to take a deep breath, i'm not going insane (which, yes, technically is a verse. the first verse of my song brown sugar actually, and i really love how it turned out)

What’s something you would like to create content for?

ohh i think The Case Study of Vanitas, which is my favourite manga series (no i haven't seen the anime (yet?)), i really want to write a fanfic about Vanitas and Noé because no wayyy they don't kiss at night xDD

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

always obsessed with exo xD then again, i think Ocean Vuong still has a hard grip on me right now. i recently finished reading On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous and i am reading his poems every now and then and boy... i think that guy himself invented language

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

mmh... i think the fact my two bestied from school and i planned to meet at least twice and it never worked out - i met them separately, but i miss hanging out with my two favourite crackheads :/ (we'll probably meet over the last days of december tho, so...soon)

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

i dunno, it's not really "hidden" but i've baffled people with is before: i'm really fast at recognizing songs, probably because i know many songs that i don't particularly like listening to as well, i guess i just can memorize sounds quite well.

Are you religious?

i am agnostic, so i'm not strictly religious, i have always been really interested in religion tho. like as a kid i went to religion classes voluntarily despite noone in my family is religious.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

a different brain hahahah :') jkjk i guess what i (quite childishly) wish for most is everything to be alright again, life to be less shit, generally. that's probably a crap answer but the most honest one i can give right now.

#tag game

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zaruba-needslove · 2 months

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The reason I say the "spark" isn't consumable, is because a simple touch of any ID core returns the stolen spark to the person it was stolen from.

But you're right, there are far too many unanswered questions for it to be definitive. I just don't want Neon's existence to be thanks to the Sakurai Parents...

wait if it was... does that make Neon and Keiwa siblings?

More crackhead meta time

simple touch of any ID core returns the stolen spark to the person it was stolen from.

Yet the core of the argument would be... were the sparks/memories taken/stolen in the first place? Were the memories 'retrieved' when someone touched a core ID actually given back to the owners through the core IDs? Or could it be possible that when someone supposedly recovered a memory, it wasn't that the actual memories were given back but more like RECONSTRUCTED from inside the person's dna (or whatever shit). To that note, was it even possible for one's memories to be erased completely aside from deterioration/destruction of the brain cells? Even my harddisk data could be retrieved by some data recovery programme if anyone want and got skills to do it (reason why even when I already deleted the data on my old hdd I'm scared to let anyone else get a hold on my hdd. like back when i wanna sell off my old pc for scraps. They always interested on the hdd) 😃

Like how Keiwa could recover his desire to help/protect people even before he touched Ace's core ID, it should be possible for anyone else to do it too. Like if there's an infinite source of gleams/sparks... it should lie in the people that the DGP harvest their sparks/gleams from. People's desires and greed aren't finite, since it can always be recreated/ replenished by the owner. (But yeah, the gleams/sparks that the DGP cut & paste/stole out of their victims ARE finite.)

I just don't want Neon's existence to be thanks to the Sakurai Parents...

Tbh... I hate that implication too. But people HAVE been making that kinda implication when Keiwa was revealed to attempt again to revive his family. One's suffering ≠ sparks/gleams that can be used to grant one's wish/desire. Are you sure that for Keiwa's wish to be granted, an actual someone's life would need to be sacrificed? And not someone's else's (C's) wish and sparks taken away and used to grant a person (D's) wish. Does a person ONLY want/have only ONE desire/wish at a time? (A certain Sakurai Sara would like to disagree...*hands out an old ema full of many different wishes* 😃)

[For a person's wish/happiness was to be granted, numerous others need to suffer.]

Who were the ones spreading that misinformation? *stares at the JamaTeam*

Whether someone become happy or suffer, that was only [side effects] that resulted from a wish. The DGP wish granting system rely on the power of wishes, not someone's emotions.

wait if it was... does that make Neon and Keiwa siblings?

Nah. Say your parents donated blood/organs to someone, does the receiver of the blood/organs now become your siblings? Nah.

To put in blandly, just because A was recycled into B... doesn't mean B was now A's offspring.

Side note: It might be possible that the only reason the Sakurai couple was not revived was because by then... the reservoir of sparks/gleams end up almost completely used up (with only one use remaining) and they need to take time to refill it again. Since the DGP needs more sponsors, wouldn't it make sense that the 'wish for [Akari] to be revived' take priority? And instead of restoring the Sakurai couple's lives later when the spark/gleam start replenishing itself, management be like... nah we be cutting our losses 'it's just a pair of married people only... who'd notice?)

#ask box replies #kamen rider geats #toku meta #kr meta #the more you look at it there's a lot of wordplay ppl use in series #that led to plenty of miscommunication and misunderstanding

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬 / 剪刀石头布

xiaojun, hendery, yangyang x fem!reader

the most dignified way to settle something is via rock, paper, scissors. even if it's for someone's hand in marriage

1.9k words, historical-ish au but w/ modern language, low-key crack (but tbh these three r crackheads af)

a/n: lmao this was actually really fun to write ngl 🥴

There were a handful of things that society deemed inappropriate for young men to do in public. One of them, god forbid, was fighting for a lady's hand in a barbaric, violent manner outside of a duel. A duel of what, one might ask? Well, a duel of wits was fully acceptable. A duel of… whatever this was? Perhaps not.

"Okay—" Liu Yangyang gestured for his two friends to come closer as he rolled up the sleeves of his navy blue suit jacket, gold cufflinks discarded. "—We go on shoot."

The other two participating parties were that of Xiao Dejun and Wong Hendery, both of whom seemed just as solemn as the youngest of their trio in what they were about to do. All around them, the debutante ball buzzed with chatter and gossip about all of the young women who had just entered into society. One of whom was you, the young lady rumored to have a pirate father, an affinity for opera, and who apparently "got her hands dirty" by spending time with the servants of your estate.

For Yangyang, he had heard "pirate father"; Xiaojun heard "opera enthusiast"; and Hendery latched onto the fact that you were an excellent cook. The fact that you were more beautiful than any of the fake dolls in this room made you ten times more irresistible in their eyes. You were just barely clinging onto the legitimacy of your Duchess title, but neither of the young lords cared—they just wanted you. But now, they had to duke it out between the three of them to figure out which of them would get the first shot at your hand.

The three of them primed their fists in the center of their little cult triangle.

They chanted, "Rock, paper, scissors—shoot!"

Low curses filled the air around them as they all held out flattened palms for paper.

They tried again, reciting the same chant, then threw out their weapons: a rock from Hendery, paper from Yangyang, and scissors from Xiaojun. Another round of swears and groans.

People around them either pretended to not hear, or sent their backs visible expressions of disdain and displeasure. It was not proper for young men such as them to be swearing so often. And in front of ladies, no less. The audacity!

In the third round, when they threw out their hands, Hendery released a sound of guttural pain as his pair of scissors was defeated by Xiaojun and Yangyang's combined rocks. The latter winners then faced each other, eyes narrowed in challenge.

"I want a redo," Hendery grumbled as he refereed the match.

"Sucks to suck," Yangyang quipped before going into the next round. He was soon met by Hendery's howls of delight and his own utter, complete disappointment. "Now that's just fucked."

A scandalized scoff from a nearby woman went ignored.

The three men stared at Xiaojun's winning hand: paper against rock. Smug and victorious, Xiaojun thanked his two juniors for being so easy to win against before disappearing into the crowd to have his go at wooing you. First impressions were everything, after all.

"Deserved, methinks," Hendery said in a faux ponderous expression with his thumb and forefinger rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Yangyang deadpanned at him. "Oh, shut up. We can't just let him get her! Do you wanna be married to some woman you've never met from some country you've never heard of?"

Hendery snatched a flute of champagne from a passing tray. "We didn't know Yn until tonight."

"And?"

"Oh my god. You know what? Nevermind."

Yangyang pursed his lips as he watched Xiaojun waltz up to you, a charming smile on his face as he bowed in greeting. A glorious 90 degrees. None of them would bow 90 degrees even for the Queen of England. In kind, you curtsied low enough that your knees must have touched the floor under that glorious mass of satin, gossamer, and petticoat. Yangyang wanted you to curtsey for him while looking at him like that.

God, this was unfair. Rock, paper, scissors was the wrong strategy. He had to do something else��

"What if—wait. Where'd he go?" Yangyang whipped his head around, searching the crowd for where Hendery had suddenly disappeared off to. He had been by Yangyang's side and then suddenly—poof! Gone, as if—oh no, he didn't!

From across the room, Yangyang watched with mouth agape in pure betrayal as Hendery stole the spotlight from Xiaojun and swept you into a conversation that had you lighting up the room with your laugh and smile. Xiaojun seemed to feel the same way as Yangyang as he stood there silently, awkwardly watching the conversation happen right before his eyes.

The way you giggled behind your lace-covered hand, how you blushed so delicately under the harsh lighting.

Yangyang fumed. First, he lost a child's game. Second, his best friend slid into your sights while slipping out of his. Third… well third…

The thought lit up his mind as it lit up his face. He scurried over to the orchestra, requesting a specific waltz, the very one he had ingrained in his mind from the torturous ballroom dancing lessons his parents forced him to take. This specific dance would require the changing of partners—twice, to be exact. You would end up dancing with three partners. He just needed to ensure that he got you last, which was the longest segment of the song. He also prayed to god that you weren't yet head over heels for one of his friends. That would screw with his plan quite terribly.

And so, when the orchestra started up, just as expected, Xiaojun found a way to sweep you onto the dance floor. Yangyang picked a random girl, flashed a pretty smile, and got her to be partners with him. All the while, he kept his eyes on you and his friend, making sure that he was dancing, but still within reach.

The first switch went just as planned. Hendery had taken the bait, already taking you out of Xiaojun's hold to dance with for the second segment. Xiaojun had to hold in his indignation since he was now commandeering another partnership. Yangyang suppressed his laugh and played it off as a smile toward his new partner. If he had yet to meet you, he would probably be willing to court her. For a night.

Yangyang felt the sound of the final switch right down to his bones. The telltale trills of the violins had the hair on the nape of his neck stand in anticipation, and he swirled his partner closer to where you and Hendery were.

It was quite simple, really.

One moment, you were dancing with the young lord Wong Hendery; the next, you were in the arms of his best friend, another young lord, Liu Yangyang. The young lord smiled in greeting, the type of beam that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Hello," you greeted cordially.

"Good evening," he said back, leading you through the rest of the dance expertly. You bet he could do this with his eyes closed. "Lady Yn, I presume?"

You chuckled. "I'd hope so. My name was announced at the beginning."

To his credit, he wasn't flustered or disheartened by your statement. It only seemed to make him grin wider. "Ah, but they did not announce mine. Would you take a gamble, my lady?"

"Proper ladies do not gamble, sir." You didn't imagine the flash of disappointment in his eyes, and you were swift to add, "Good thing I'm not a proper lady, right?"

Mild appreciation. "So what'll it be? A kiss for every wrong—or right—answer?"

"I do believe that you should take me out to dinner first, my lord."

He pretended to think. "Or perhaps… you'd agree to being courted?"

"Courted," you hummed in amusement. "And who might you be referring to? You?"

"I don't see why not." He puffed out his chest, twirling you around delicately. Your periwinkle blue skirts fanned out around you like a blossoming flower, and you couldn't help the grin that overtook your face.

"You're quite good at this," you said when you were face to face again.

The lord smirked. "I know."

"Arrogant much?"

"I give confidence where confidence is due," he replied with his chin held high. In any other man, perhaps this amount of cockiness would have been a massive turn off, but for some reason, it had manifested nicely in Yangyang.

The waltz came to an end all too soon, and you found yourself curtseying before a bowing Yangyang. He seemed just as disappointed that the song was over, but before he could invite you to a scandalous second dance, two familiar presences filled the gaps beside you on the edge of the dance floor. Xiaojun stood beside Yangyang, and Hendery took up Yangyang's other side with a cupcake in his gloved hand. You recalled him eyeing the cupcakes earlier when he had first introduced himself.

"Lady Yn! I see you've met my friends," Yangyang said, gesturing to the two men flanking him. "Xiaojun and Hendery. They're my very close brothers in arms. I believe you danced with them as well."

"It was my pleasure," you chirped with a shallow nod and curtsy.

"The pleasure was truly all ours," Xiaojun said, hand pressed to his chest. The grey suit he wore fit him nicely. "You're a wonderful dancer."

"Why thank you! You're all light on your feet yourselves."

"Dance lessons," Hendery offered between bites of cake.

Yangyang added with a cough, "Ballroom dance lessons."

"Tap," Hendery said offhandedly, and you let a small huff of a laugh escape your mouth. Imagining Hendery tap dancing? That was a sight. "You doubt me?" He gasped with feigned offense.

You shook your head. "No, no. But I would like to see you prove it. Show me you've retained something from your lessons."

"I can tango," Xiaojun piped in.

"Ballroom dance is much more dignified," Yangyang countered.

Hendery hummed loudly, raising his pointer finger in opposition. "No, tap is clearly the most refined dance form. No one cares about the rest."

Xiaojun sighed, pinching the space between his eyes. "Why do I even try?"

"Dance in general is impressive," you told them, recalling how difficult it had been for your mother to get your two left feet to finally find a beat.

You were suddenly hyper aware of the stares directed your way, the whispers. Your unconventional upbringing had always been a problem for the high society your mother came from, and the life you were to inherit. When you had been on the dance floor, you had allowed yourself to forget about all of the other people while you danced with three lovely men. Now, reality had crashed back in.

The three men noticed your discomfort, immediately shifting subtly to block you from everyone else's views. Your own wall of protection; you felt gratitude fill your chest.

Xiaojun frowned slightly. "It's getting a bit stuffy in here, don't you think, Yn?"

You nodded, agreeing. "I hear the promenade is beautiful at night."

"And I hear they serve hot cocoa, too," Hendery added. It was decided then; they would escape the confines of the ballroom to the refreshing world outside.

As the three of them followed you out, they sent glances to one another. Eyes narrowed in friendly (maybe) competition, it was a silent agreement.

May the best man win.

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miraculousmaladys · 3 years

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TFP If You Ship...

Starscream Edition

Updated: KOSS added, Starcee revised

Starop: you just want Starscream to be happy, you want Optimus to be selfish for fucking ONCE PLEASE. Usually a ship based around character development/un-development and positivity. Also its funny watching Starscream absolutely refuse any of Optimus's advice only to watch him either accidentally take it or use it.

Megastar: you either really hate Starscream, or you really hate Megatron, or you hate them both. You may also just really like the thought of these two being an absolute POWER COUPLE with major issues. This ship is riddled with character development possibilities, and MULTIPLE plot ideas; this ship could go several ways and I'm here for it.

Starwave: shut the fuck up, this can't exist..... it does? Holy fuck- uh well honestly, it seems like y'all just wanna lowkey see Soundwave DO more. Especially in TFP. Take charge and be selfish. This could also be a plot thing, as some have the HC that in TFP Soundwave is a victim of slavecoding. You just wanna be watched over by a lowkey unstoppable force and I’m here for it.

Stardown n'out/ BreakStarOut/ etc.: this ship could have multiple names and I'm upset at the gays for not coming up with something. You probably just want them all to find SOME kind of comfort with each other on the Nemesis, but some of you absolutely wanna see them all Manipulate, Girlboss, and Malewife their way outta shit.

StarShock: you bitch. You pretentious whore. I love you. They fit together really well physically given the fact that Shockwave thick as fuck and Starscream is a literal twig. I can see one-sided pining from either side with this one. Y'all just wanna be chased huh.

Starbee: yall just wanna soil the UwU babu thing Bee has going on, tbh I can live with that. Bee taking charge and being his own leader and Starscream learning to be a little more positive to himself and others. This ship is very similar to StarOp but Bee's getting more than just 'learning to put himself first' out of it which is cute.

Starchet: TWO CRUSTY OLD MEN BAKING ENERGON COOKIES AND COMPLAINING ABOUT THEIR CO-WORKERS. TWO CRUSTY OLD MEN DRINKING HOT ENER-T IN THEIR LITTLE COTTAGE IN THE WOO-

Starjack: I have never seen a more crackhead ass ship. What the fuck was y'all thinking. Pretty sure your answer would be "why the fuck would we think?" This is what happens when you pair that one kid who barked and bit people on the playground with the know it all kid who took up class time kissing the teachers ass. We all hate them with a passion but their relationships been going strong for 20 years and they are highschool sweet hearts. Good for them.

Starscreen: you are horny, in a take care of me I take care of you and we cuddle afterwards but also love me kinda way

*Starcee: you are horny, in a "dominate me mommy" kinda way. BOTH ways. Switch huh? Switch who? Arcee definitely tops most of the time. This ship argues as foreplay. This ship also has the smaller one running things, but both fucking SLAY when it comes down to the deep shit. This ship could be angsty as fuck, but could also be the most therapeutic fucking hurt/comfort thing anyone has ever SEEN.

Starbulk/ Bulkstar/ Bulkscream/ idk the names don’t mesh well: .....holy fuck this is a thing? This is a thing and no one told me?? Hang on...ok so I found like 7 stories on archiveofourown. Y'all are definitely starving I'm so fucking sorry. This is probably one of the only mentions of your ship you will ever find that isn't a porn without plot/some plot fanfiction.

Star.....magnus??/ MagnusStar: ok hear me out I can totally see this being a thing. Both are SiC and....honestly babes BDSM?? All of it. Dominant Stars and body worshipping Magnus??? You don't know WHERE this ship could go. Could be absolutely filthy or an exploration of both their characters given that they are sort of two sides of the same coin.

Shattered Glass Starscream/ literally anyone: tbh you a hoe and I hate you and you probably just want to be loved. You ain't fooling no fuckin' body he is your self insert.

*KOSS: This ship has red bottom energy, a look that screams parada and a mouth that turns words into knives that kills peoples self esteem. This ship uses spinal struts as accessories to go along with its new finish. Honestly these two could be such a power couple but they’re both...pretty fucking scared. Like all the time. I wanna make jokes about this ship but given what happens in the show- bro this ship is just fluff/comfort because the hurt is implied. Ain’t even gotta put it in the tags- anyway the people that ship this as their top ship scare me but I know y’all to hurt to actually do anything. You probably come to this ship to live vicariously through either character or your kinning one of these bitches. I say this as a feminine guy who sees themself in knockout.

//Good morning lovelies, I'm serving you violence wrapped in kindness today. Don’t be afraid to msg me abt spelling/grammar errors, or if you want you can send me a ship to add lol.

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|Breakdown’s & Bugatti's| M| CH.1

CHAPTER 1 PART 1: THE KIMS OF NEW YORK

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PAIRING: Heir Namjoon x Heir Reader (Ft a hints of Tae & Jin)

GENRE: Rich Kid AU/Influencer/Politics/Suspense/FWB/Drama/ETC

ABOUT- Namjoon just does what he has to do to keep you ....calm while at a charity gala!

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WARNINGS: (CH.1 is split in two parts there's smut in both, so the warnings overlap) : Semi public sex, Fingering (F receiving), Teasing, Very minimal prep, Light dirty talk, Light spit play, Choking, light comeplay, Gags (Makeshift), finger sucking, Light Degradation kink (He calls her a “little slut” like twice) Non protective sex (Creampie),overstimulation, no after care (There’s no time), TBH it’s more chill than it sounds, they're comfortable with one another so this is all just second nature.

WC: 9K

NON SEXUAL WARNINGS: (Fictional political background) Recreational drug use (Molly), Yayo (Coke) Using drugs/ sex as a coping mechanism, Smoking (Cigarettes'), Shot-gunning, Brief mentions of death, father issues.

FINAL NOTE: This is set to be a OT7 alternating series, with smut pertaining to about 3 members! I wrote this almost 2 years ago, inspo was kinda like my take on a DARKER less, PC version of Gossip Girl! Ever since GG got it's HBO reboot, this stories been playin in my head. I uploaded a sneak peek like 5/6 months ago! There is some backstory here as this was set up with the idea of being a series initially!

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TUESDAY, 3AM, THE MARK HOTEL, NEW YORK, NEW YORK

It was around 3 AM Tuesday morning when your phone alerted you that somebody keyed in the code to the elevator which led directly to the foyer of your quaint three bedroom, situated on the 14th floor of The Mark Hotel. There were about 3 other apartments hidden between the array of luxury suites within the boutique style hotel. Actually ,when he opts to ya know, actually be in the country, Juge Park's youngest, Jimin is one of your neighbors. Though I believe he’s on one of the lower levels…..

There’s three pieces of property within the state of New York that currently have your name on it; however The Mark was without a doubt your favorite. It’s just always felt like an escape within the city, because lord knows you hate the Hamptons. Almost as much as you utterly despise the fact the Michael Kors suddenly has direct ties to Versace.

But anyway, maybe, the bias stems from the fact that your tucked away on E 77th street’s on the Upper East Side. So that fact alone just makes it feels more quaint, personal, and, fuck I don’t know domestic!? As opposed to your penthouse that’s deadass in Times Square! You can actually leave this particular apartment without 4484 Paparazzi in your face. Granted you won’t make it far, but still, there’s far less photographers camped outside The Mark as opposed to The W!

Speaking of paparazzi, considering you're currently one of the top searched humans amongst all search engines, you probably would've done better taking your ass to the Hamptons to get away for a minute. Fuck, I swear the past, what? Twenty some odd hours feel almost like some fucked up fever dream, except your wide awake...through all of it, and when you close your eyes it actually has the nerve to only gets worse.

Hints why it’s 3 am and your up like a crackhead staring at the marbleized ceiling, a second away from counting the gold flakes for shits and giggles as your Spotify playlist floats through the background! Well, actually you're up, because you're wired, apparently you thought doing 2 lines would calm you down, not sure if I agree with that theory just yet.

I mean on the plus side at least you’re not crying, breaking shit, or threatening to fire your entire staff anymore right?

So yayyyy….small victories I guess...

However, all of this is why you weren’t surprised, by the sudden notification, even if he didn't give you a heads up first. If anything you're surprised that it took this long! So you don’t even attempt to move, this man is far from a guest, the need for hospitality flew out the window a good 5 years ago. Even once the door creaks open, triggering the alarm to chirp and Givenchy and CoCo to have a temper tantrum, your ass stays put. Melting deeper and deeper into the mounds of Egyptian cotton. Namjoon knows the code he’ll be alright….and just like clockwork silence starts to fill the apartment again, until you hear clothed feet patter through the halls.

Though I will admit it, it takes the heir a little longer than expected, granted it’s not the smallest apartment but still….almost wondering if he took a detour or something on the way down! Shit I don't know, decided to go site seeing or somethin Joon has always loved a good painting and lord knows you have millions worth scattered along the walls....

To be honest, after your bedroom door creaks open, everything else kinda starts to blur together. Probably due to your high setting, the last memory you have of that night, or..well morning, is Namjoon staggering through your room in the form of a silhouette Strong, broad features moving about haphazardly through the dark as he strips down to nothing but a pair of briefs. A faux wave of calm drifting behind him, not stopping his very lackadaisical journey, until he basically collapses onto the bed. Everything about his grand entrance suddenly makes sense once he’s actually on you, because now you can smell why he's moving about in such a manner.

God, I hope one of his drivers dropped him off, because you can smell the Dalmore damn near seeping through his pores. Also at a later date you'll hope he used the back service entrance and not the main lobby but that's the last thing on your mind right now. As the bed dips and your counterpart in all this bullshit sits hoovered over you and the musky, yet sweet scent of Namjoon’s cologne bleeds into the aged whiskey.

The only form of light in your room right now is a deep red vintage neon sign, that’s flashing in time with the bass filling your sound system. Something smooth and R&B related, it’s actually Lost By Frank Ocean if I’m not mistaken. Even as the bed dips and Namjoon’s caged you beneath him you still don’t open your eyes...well until suddenly he’s nosing at your face like an overgrown puppy wanting attention from its owner!

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, it takes a minute because they feel kinda heavy which probably explains why your gaze is so heady, lids barely ajar. Iris rivaling the color of the sign above your head. However much to your surprise, Namjoon’s honed orbs mirror your own, only his are a little puffier, leaning more pink than red and well, let’s just say you’ve arguably seen Namjoon high more than sober and ugh...yeah, baby boy’s not high right now.

As I said before, you’ve always been a politicians worst nightmare….Mr.Kim on the other hand...well...where the media's concerned, he’s damn near as clean cut as they come...Most of Namjoon’s drama doesn't leave the Upper East Side, this is a whole new ballpark for the young heir and it’s more than clear he’s overwhelmed…

A labored breath shutters from your chest as you reach up, gripping his face in your palms, and you can feel how taut his jaw is. Posture damn near tight enough to crack a molar….

His arms are shaking and it's defiantly not from a lack of upper body strength....

“Come’re baby…” The words barely hush off your tongue before he’s plummeting into you...

Sunday, 6:35PM, The Chatwal, New York, New York

It’s just pure chaos, the minute the door flies open, and the crisp New York air smacks you dead in the face as your Manolo Blahnik’s hit the pavement! Not that you should be surprised, for one you pulled up in a Bugatti Galibier for fucks sake, of course all eyes are on you, how could they not be!? It’s not everyday someone just casually shows up in a car worth almost 2 million dollars, regardless of the event at hand.

More importantly they’ve all been expecting you, considering your grand entrance is well over an hour late and the entire car ride here your phone was damn near having a seizure because of it.

Numerous text all essentially reading the same variation of “Where the fuck are you!?” Flooding your notifications!

Yes, you ignored all of them. They'll see you when they fuckin see you!

Oh, as well as an ass ton of tweets and mentions from various news outlets came filtering through in regards to the fact that you didn’t enter the event in question by your father’s side! Which, to be honest, was the last thing you cared to do right now, however there had to be at least one Y/L/N on his arm tonight and unfortunately you had to take one for the team.

Just so were clear, your mothers the only reason your even entertaining this bullshit!

She's been in Hawaii for almost a month with your grandmother...who’s kinda on her last leg. Though, none of you had the heart to truly come to terms with that just yet….

So it obviously drew ample attention that neither his wife nor daughter were by his side as he entered the event! There's already pictures floating around online and even you had to admit the ratio looked a little off. Senator Kim sandwiched between his wife and son whist your father walked in..... solo, and awkward as all fuck, and yes it was thoroughly sastifying to see.

Tonight’s Gala was being held at The Chatwal and the event in question was some charity something or another, that council opted to put on! The cause behind the event verified by year but the Gala in question was typically the unofficial opening to elections season on the home front which mean’s it’s going to be a full fucking house!

Which explains the current catastrophic shit show unfolding before your eyes, it’s almost comical at this point. All the press and paparazzi screaming, fighting, shoving each other out of the way for the best angles! Honestly, you really weren’t in the mood for a press run, and the last thing you cared about was earning yourself an Oscar nomination for portraying the perfect politician's daughter! Thankfully, standing right by the side of the car...was your publicist...who’s essentially your knight and shining armor in moments like this. Quickly masking the attention, without any instruction (Bless her heart), merely shouting the very cliché yet appropriate auto-generated response of “She’s running late, I’m sorry we don’t have time for questions right now!” Throwing her lace coated hand in damn near every reporter's face in the process…

Tugging you through the sea of people while your security holds the train of your dress, as you attempt to gracefully maneuver through the various obscene squawks and blinding lights! Trying your damnedest not to show that your absolutely freezing your tits off, however none of your coats flattered the silhouette of your dress! So here your dumbass is, in New York, in the middle of winter in a strapless, high slit, Custom Alexandre Vauthier silk-chiffon situation!

Cute. We love that for you honestly!

Regardless of Melissa’s efforts it still obviously didn't even remotely stop them from asking, over and over, and over again. Getting you talk is legitimately there job, so they were probably hoping you’d finally just give in so they’d shut the fuck up! However your far too seasoned by now, scare/bully tactics don’t work on you anymore, if you don’t wanna speak you don’t. Wanna. Speak...it’s simple really.

It’s all going in one ear and out another!

Though, I will say, PR training was practically embedded in your veins at this point so you still handled the situation accordingly! With that being said you opted for the polite smile, and wave, the classic “Going through a wind tunnel and I can’t hear a damn thing your saying right now!”.

Works every damn time!

Smile.

Hair flip.

Then the icing on the cake….

The cute subtle little bend every once in a while as if your actually trying to understand what’s being said! The thing that works in your favor is they are all self destructive! Paps, press, photographers all they care about is getting their perfect shot! It’s not a team effort so honestly it is hard to hear when they’re all yelling and screaming over one another!

Once the three of you actually made it to the door, you did finally address the crowd of animals, I mean people!

Spinning around as gracefully as possible...the train of your dress fluttering in the slight breeze, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Showcasing a host of VVS’ that are probably throwing everyone’s camera’s out of focus, a soft smile paying on your overly glossed lips. This part was more so for your benefit though, giving the paps’ a moment to actually get a couple flattering pictures of you in this dress!

I guess on the flipside, a positive to all of this is even if you personally don’t have time to snap a selfie before leaving the house...you know damn well somebody’s got one! That concept is actually asinine when you really think about it, I mean the fact that you can literally Goggle your name, date, and or a location and there’s a very strong chance a host of images from said day will pop up in the search bar!

Yup, welcome to the world of Y/n/L/n

Striking a couple of your “go to” generic poses before simply saying….

“Thank you! Have a safe night guys!”

Bowing out as gracefully as possible with a coy little Smile toying on your lips. Hair flip. Pageant wave….Sashay...away! Ignoring all of the grumbles and protest due to the lack of interaction but again...you could give less than a damn. Your not required to aid the press at there every beck and call, your not a politician, your sperm donor is!

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The minute you cleared the doors you found yourself releasing a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding, and before the full exhale even left your overly glossed lips you felt someone walk right up on you, shoulder checking you from the back! If it was anybody else they would’ve caught an elbow straight to the ribs and a damn restraining order!

“So, your late” It’s not like you were surprised by the statement, I mean...you are late, there’s a very familiar level of dryness within her delivery. The blatant lack of expression which essentially reads as “I’m disappointed but not even remotely surprised”

“So I’m late” You parrot, alongside an agitated sigh, casually draping your coat behind your back for one of the employees to pluck from your fingers. However there’s a little more bite to your delivery, almost as if your challenging her to further question why your late. Roaming your hands down your sides, smoothing out the non existent wrinkles within your dress as you not so subtly appraise yourself in the mirror behind her head.

Melissa rolls her eyes, clearly picking up on the edge in your voice “Right, so-” There's an abrupt pause, as one of the employees comes over to grab her coat as well, flashing the worker a short, baited smile. Waiting for him to trot off before continuing, this time she leans in, voice barely above a whisper. …“Would you care to elaborate on why?…” Brow quirked in your direction though it's clear by her delivery, no matter how laxed... it’s not really a question. There is no influx on any of the pronunciation to even make it seem as such….

You don’t even try to reign in the snort that leaves your lips as you pull out your compact from your Judith Leiber clutch, reapplying your lip-gloss with the utmost ease. As if you have all the time in the world, as if your not damn near an hour late as is, not even bothering to gaze in her direction as you speak. Flipping a strand of hair over your shoulder, clearly unbothered “Eh, not really…”

“Y/n “ Eyes narrowing in your direction, and you have the nerve to giggle. light, airy, nose scrunching into your face and all and - “Spare me the bullshit, it’s been discussed for days, days, that you would walk in, hand in hand with your father!” Eyes subconsciously scanning her surroundings before continuing “You already know it’s been a pain in the ass trying to mask the media from prying into why your mother’s not here to begin with! So why the actual hell would you intentionally bring attention to that by showing up damn near an hour late?! “I mean really Y/n?!” You just shrug, curt, and agitated, focus still drawn in on touching up your makeup.

Melissa huffs almost as if she’s a second away from having a temper tantrum, arms firm against her chest “Right, well miss “I only give a damn about myself” have you taken a look at the articles that are already being wr-“

You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes, fluttering shut briefly, perfectly groomed brows knitting together. Clearly this entire conversation is becoming massively inconvenient for you as it progresses!

“ Okay first off, just so we’re clear, I could give less than a fuck about what the press are saying about that-“ Completely silencing yourself and opting to mount the words to spare Melissa from having an aneurysm “Piece of shit”

“Y-“

One. One singular finger in the air silenced Melissa mid- syllable. She had her turn...now it’s yours!

Bringing your voice back to moderate speaking level “Second, and most importantly, I’m only here because of my mother to begin with. So don’t you ever question where my loyalties lie where she’s concerned!” Ohh if you could’ve actually growled right now…

“And finally, You’re a damn publicist, fix it...or don’t I could give less than a fuck” Voice and face falling comically flat , flailing your hand dismissively, more focused on the cluster of Chopard sitting on your middle finger that desperately needs to be cleaned, or replaced!

“Y/N-”

“Melissa” You counter in a way that makes it clear this conversation’s more than over. “No” The shrug is so lackadaisical it’s actually insulting “No. I don’t have any desire to talk about it, and more importantly I'm not going to talk about it!” Bringing your focus back to touching up your makeup, adding a little setting powder around your smile lines, clearly your all out of fictional fucks to give at the moment! “So, if you wanna know what happened that essentially led to me saying “Go fuck yourself” in the form of me showing up on my own accord go talk to your other client…” Eyes stealth, as the cut above the Tom Ford compact, gaze locked and loaded with Melissa’s as you toss the pouch into your bag.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Leaning in to ghost a kiss over her cheek, more so, so you could drop your tenor low enough for only the two of you “I’m going to go find Namjoon...and hopefully drugs...before I lose my shit, and you end up with another headline in your lap before midnight” You pull back slowly, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, taking several deep breaths in attempts to re-center yourself, before ultimately flashing Melissa a smile that’s a little more than concerning!

Though, she should be a little more than used to the switch up by now. Your a Y/L/N for fucks sake, it’s essentially embedded in your blood to have an “on” switch!

...And it’s showtime baby!

Wiggling your fingers in one of the servers directions, catching his attention before he enters the ballroom, stealing a glass of champagne from his tray.

“Enjoy your night, and I’ll try not to give you a reason to put in overtime” Flashing her a quick little wink, raising your glass in mock salute before swaying out of the lobby, your train eventually catching up seconds later, once you disappeared through the double doors.

You 6:57PM: Please tell me your here already!!?? 😩😩😩 I need...fuck anything stronger than liquor at the moment!

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Ahh fuck, here we go again...another opulent ballroom, filled with gilded ceilings, chandeliers, and an ever flowing fountain of Cellared champagne! Though this may seem impressive to some, it all just looked like an anticlimactic blur of black and white at this point! Literally, people didn't often venture into color at these types of things! Hint’s why your Couture leopard gown is already getting ample attention once you sway into the room! Well, that and that fact that the piece literally fits you like a damn vice grip

You were a woman on a mission, drink and annoyance in hand as you glide through the sea of people....Not even phased by the sudden shift of eyes as the room became entranced by your presence, swaying through the crowd like you own this bitch! Every move was calculated, this was far from your first rodeo though you paid them no mind, your very much aware of the host of flashing lights bouncing off the walls. Every click was equivalent to a dollar sign, depending on who the purchaser was, the right photo of a Y/L/N could earn a photographer a smooth 10k, yup...Ten. Thousand. Dollars!

Photoshoot aside, you had your eye out for a Kim, which shouldn’t be too hard to find, he’s not the smallest human in the world! Though tonight there were two “Kim’s” here that held ample amounts of power within the Big Apple!

Typically known by the media as: The Kims of New York….to be exact!

Nope, no relation, just the same last name… because in the words of the men in question the last names “Kim” and “Johnson” are essentially one in the same!

There’s the Kim Brothers (Jin and Tae...Actually a lil fact, one that’s not so comply known amongst the people...is there’s technically three brothers! However the eldest is deceased but that’s a story for another time )... and then there’s Namjoon Kim, your Kim, which is all you have the mental capacity for right now! Though I’m sure before the night’s over you’ll end up sandwiched between the Kim boys as well, it wouldn’t be a true charity gala otherwise.

But for the time being, it’s a hard pass, intentionally walking in the opposite direction so you didn’t tip off the press as the Kim’s in question seemed to be having a little press run of their own. Submerged between a mock of cameras as poised and polished as ever, volleying the reporters and tedious repetitive questions with seasoned ease. To the left was Jin, an ex editorial model, dressed in a black crushed velvet Gualtieri situation, slicked and polished, very much giving model on duty, and to his right, was the youngest, Tae. Who was the reason you posted the duo to begin with as he stood there with Smokey grey hair and some kaleidoscope of a Gucci suit. Something only Tae would wear….especially to a charity Gala! There father Joshua Kim, a fellow heir, who’s also decided to do some charity of his own considering he’s the current Mayor’s chief of staff! Oh more importantly Mr. Kim is also low key, Mayor Dortenzio’s ghost press secretary.

Yup, his real one’s shit behind closed doors! But, she’s young, cute, impressionable, and well I’m sure you can put two and two together. However, we will dive more into their backstory later because as I mentioned you will end up in their neck of the woods at some point and that’s far too much to unpack right now!

Regardless of your efforts , the eldest Kim still catches you in his peripheral, flashing you a charming little wink, whilst still pretending to be intrigued by the conversation at hand. Thankfully he spares your soul for the time being, not drawing attention to the fact that you're in close enough proximity to be dragged into their unwanted press conference as well.

Ahh Seokjin, the last time the two of you interacted in a way that wasn’t PR related was at Clive Davis Pre Grammy party! In which I’m pretty sure you ended up, high and on Jin’s face...Hmmm..good times, good times!

Though you managed to skim by the Kim’s, you still didin’t slip past completely unscaved. Not even a full 30 seconds, you’re tapped on the shoulder by someone who just..looks like her name should be “Susie from Tennessee”. Honestly your not sure how, or why she’s here to begin with, more than likely just someone's arm candy for the night, paid arm candy is more like it.

Yup, you guessed it, good ole Susie wanted a damn photo….No matter how bad you wanted to pull away, all you could hear ringing in the back of your head on a never ending cycle was : “Every smile, handshake, and huge could turn into a vote Yn”

God, that’s like embedded into your damn soul at this point! Then once you took one photo it just turned into the damn domino effect...Every, time you tried to leave, you were being ushered towards someone else’s rich something or another for a photo that you could give less than a fuck about! The floor was swimming with wealthy politicians, retired businessmen, athletes and reporters, oh the joys of being the senator's daughter…

A good two hours later, which in all actuality was only maybe 15 minutes (Yes, a bitch is dramatic as fuck), you managed to weasel yourself out of the crowd. Consuming at least another full glass of Cabernet in the process, only to be greeted by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your hand. Glancing down with a smirk, upon realizing your night might be picking up after all…

Joonie😏🗣🧠👓💦🍆: 7:25PM: Mmmhmm, come find me.

Joonie.

Namjoon Kim..

Your Kim.

The one you were actually looking for, prior to getting…. distracted!

Tall, tan, broad shoulders, husky tenor and the deepest dimples you’d ever seen in your life. The man in question also happens to be the son of the other half of the NY senate...so that alone probably explains why he’d be the person you’d gravitate to! His father and yours got into office together almost 5 years ago now...

His father, much like Joshua and your own, was also sitting on a 10 figure trust! Daniel’s family however made their Billions in the realm of Silicon Valley as opposed to Oil mines! Christine, Namjoon’s mother on the other hand, may not have come from money but she's definitely made a name for herself as she's one of the top (Luxury) Event planners in the Western market.

If I’m being honest, originally your friendship was somewhat forced, the initial election took place while the two of you were still in High School. The truth, though of course they’d never admit it is, is they intentionally angled their campaigns to benefit one another. Silently plotting to tag team the position and replace the previous senators who’s held a place in the NY Senate since damn near the 90’s. So, with that being said, your fathers campaign teams thought it would look good for their image if the two of you appeared to be good friends, though if we're being real you didn't think you’d click whatsoever! Prior to the election the only time Namjoon and yourself interacted was when it was orestrated...at some charity gala, fashion show, movie premier...never leisurely. The two of you just ran in different circles, though where the press was concerned, you're essentially besties from birth simply due to sharing the same tax bracket!

Let’s just say, you’ve always been a politician's nightmare, both in the public eye and behind closed doors, and well, Joon’s always looked the most like a politician's kid out of all of you!

Well, at least on surface level, even back then, whether attending debate club, a meeting or just leisurely in his spare time Joon just always looked like a walking Hugo Boss campaign! The two of you took a day trip to Napa last week and the man showed up to the airport in dress pants and loafers….

But, regardless of his desire to constantly dress like a well paid college professor...behind closed doors...that man was the farthest thing from innocent!

Namjoon’s overall “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is actually part of his overall appeal though and he's very much aware of it as well! See, the thing is, he totally looks like the sweet, innocent, brainiac that you’d meet for a study date in the library. The type that's shy and bashful, probably hasn’t even had his first kiss yet, would without a doubt come in his pants if you sat in his lap.

However, like I said, Joon’s the prime example of why you should never judge a book by it's cover. Actually, the more I think about it Kim is basically a walking Porn Hub cliché's, ya know the one, where the nerd is actually some sex god...yeah! Because don’t get me wrong, he is smart as fuck, a book nerd by choice, well versed and very cultured….but he’s also a closet fuck boy. It’s not public knowledge, but if you know, you know!

All that aside, he is one of the only people within your circle, somewhat following in their parents footsteps. This particular Kim is currently attending college at NYU double majoring in Journalism and Political Communication! If Namjoon had it his way, the preference would still be Journalism, however he’d lean more towards creative writing. But, for the time being he’ll probably slip into political; based Journalism, to keep his father at bay!

Nearsighted, Associates degree and all, that motherfuckers nothing but trouble, the good kind of course, depending on who you ask but ugh, yeah….

Joonie baby will break your back and your heart if you don’t play the game right!

Regardless of how you guys came together; fast forward a good 5 or so years and now Namjoon’s one of your closest friends! All politics, PR stunts, and bullshit aside!

Hint’s why in times like this where you feel like your in over your head and essentially drowning...he’s your safe space!

Which is exactly what you need right now, and fuck if it didin’t take every, once of self control you had not to just jump his ass the moment you finaly see him!

Fuck!

Standing there in all his glory, in a Valentino slim fit navy blue suit, the jacket appears to have some sort of paisley print, opting against a tie. Leaving his crisp white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, teasing at his broad caramelized chest as he makes his way from the bar. Heading over to the table, which has an empty seat waiting right beside him with your name written all over it...literally!

Purposely dodging the old lady to your left in a coat that would have PETA ready to throw hands! Gaudy diamonds, terrible Botox, and smelled as if she showered in an entire bottle Chanel No. 5! She reached out for a handshake, you offered your empty champagne glass, sounds like a fair enough trade!

Yeah, no, sorry, not in the mood for another meet and greet right now!

“Joonie” Squeals from your lips once you’re in close enough proximity, his dark piercing eyes cut over to meet yours. A slight chill trickles down your spine as he casually drinks you in from head to toe as you sway closer. You’d be lying if you said the added attention didn’t have you putting a little extra “umph” within your strut. Basking in the attention, a playful smirk tugging on those sinfully thick lips of his, accompanied by those disrespectful ass dimples!

“There she is!” He sounds so fond right now it’s unreal, signaling for you to come closer with the flick of a finger, and you just let yourself melt...right into him. Namjoon always felt like home in these types of situations. Nose pressed to the side of your cheek, “Hi, baby”

Baby.

The word slipped out for the first time casually, maybe a year ago, while two of you were high at some models flat in London after fashion week . From that point on you decided you preferred the way that sounds leaving his tongue as opposed to “Y/n”! So when it’s just the two of you, that’s how he addresses you, honestly there wasn’t much thought behind the pet name.

“You look fuckin good” The words hushed into your hair in a tenor meant for your ears and your ears only, and suddenly everything just feels hot...everywhere. There’s clearly a hint of something a little more than just friendly playing on his tongue right now.

A small little “Thank you” leaves your lips, and if I didn't know any better I’d think the compliment made you a little flustered.

Namjoon was the definition of Ocean arm’s and goddamn if you didn't just love how big this man was! It literally felt like he was hiding you from the entire universe when he had you nuzzled into his frame! Face flush to his chest, wrapping your arms firm around his waist, letting your eyes flutter shut briefly, a deep, slow exhale flooded through your body. Inhaling the musky yet sweet scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma, which has grown to become a calming mechanism over the years. The whole interaction couldn't have lasted longer than 20 seconds in all actuality, due to neither of you wanting to draw even more attention to yourselves. But still, even if it was over before it even truly started, you just-you needed it!

“You had me worried for a minute…” Placing a quick kiss in your hair, that you would have missed if you blinked but again, your in public soo…”I was about to put out a PPL on your ass…”

Palms soothing up and down your back gently, as he breathed into your hair , pulling back a little so there was some form of personal space between the two of you. Reaching over to grab his glass of whiskey, swirling it around before taking a long languid sip, eyes scanning the room briefly.

“You’re late, even for you...especially considering all four of us were scheduled to walk in together.” He gives you a look and for fucks sake will anyone let that go?! “That’s ugh…. pretty fuckin ballsey of you all things considering...” Tenor dropping slightly, head clocked to the side as he appraises you and fuck, the bass in his voice still has you all types of fucked up! “You wanna fill me in on what I missed between 2AM when I dropped you off and now?”

Again why is everyone in your shit today?! What part of “your fine” don’t they understand?! Even if that’s total bullshit but still….why is it so hard for them to respect your bullshit!?

Nope, no, not, you’re not doing this right now! Glancing over your shoulder briefly before leaning up to place a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, that tittered the line of passing as an “friendly” greeting.

“I’m fine Jonnie it’s nothing, we just got held up in glam.., Ariel was flying in from Miami...we got a late start, I ended up changing my mind halfway through" Hand flailing in the air like a prop the more you spoke "Shit just didn't go to plan” Gaze intentionally diverted as you welcomed yourself to his glass of Scotch instead. Damn near inhaling the entire drink as we speak and you hated dark liquor, so that alone let him know something was up!

Merely resisting the urge to smooth out the crease he felt forming between his brows, a dry snort left his lips, shaking his head in response to your blatant stubbornness. Nevertheless, always the gentleman, reaching down to pull out your chair so you could take a seat next to him. Mirroring your actions just moments prior, quickly scoping out his surroundings before he brought those plush pillows he calls lips a centimeter away from your ear.

Fuck.

“Right, so I'm just going to assume you don’t wanna talk about it right now. Or wait I’m sorry, have you just upgraded to insulting my intelligence straight to my damn face?”

Brow quirked inquisitively, and you could literally feel every word, tone taking on a hint of seriousness the more he talked. Namjoon licked his lips and the tip skimmed the edge of your ear and - .

“For one you smell like an entire bottle of Heidsieck, two, I can almost taste the nicotine on your tongue and more importantly-” He sighs, voice taking on a softer tenor “You've been crying I know you, even beneath the the entire bottle of Bausch +Lomb you inhaled before walking in here. That shit clears up the color within your iris, not the disconsolate behind your eyes.... If you don’t want to talk right now that’s fine. But don’t fuckin sit in my face and disrespect what we’ve built by deadass lying to me.” Ohhh a slight growl has entered the chat “Like I’m some random ass journalist invading your space and asking you about your personal life all out of pocket. because I'm fuckin not. We got wayyy more than that between us, this ain't Sophomore year, were not smiling for the cameras then going our sperate ways !”

Pulling back just enough to glare down at you above the brim of his glasses, which he always wore low along his nonexistent bridge. Eyes daring you to look him in the face a lie again, teasing his fingers through his platinum blonde locks. Styled in the perfect semi grown out undercut, the top a little on the longer side. If he parted it down the middle your barely able to tell that the sides tapered into a crisp fade. Sideburns outlining that extremely understated jawline of his! Though you had to admit the yellow gold diamonds dawning his ears were kinda stealing the show right now!

“So again, do you just not wanna talk about it right now? Or have you forgotten that I have an IQ of 137, and can smell bullshit from here all the way to Gangnam!?” If the word “Unimpressed” was a person it would be Namjoon right about now...because he wasn’t buying anything you were trying to sell him!

It’s probably why your suddenly having very vivid daydreams of your hand wrapped around this man's windpipe and for once it’s not even remotely sexual!

Blatantly ignoring the strong twitch within Namjoon’s jaw and simply saying “I’m here, aren’t I!?” Face stoic, tone flat as all hell, in case it wasn’t clear that this conversation was more than over, you opted to eye his bourbon glazed salmon until he got the hint.

“You are-" Pause. Deep. Slow. Breaths...

"The actual definition of vexation, I swear to fuckin god Y/n”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, as the words fall from his lips without a lick of real heat behind them, because as quiet as it’s kept ,you truly are, Joon’s baby! Which is why he cares to begin with! Picking up a piece of fish on his fork before essentially shoving it into your hand, a disgruntled huff heaving those plush lips of his. Sliding his plate in your direction, completely giving up on eating at this point, he knew you needed it more anyway!

”Your lucky I can’t have your ass getting sick on me tonight, we still have like, 3 hours left of this bullshit.” Fingers pattering idly against the table, as he studies the room… silently taking in his audience. Subtlety posing for the not so discreet photographers weaving through the crowd. Much like yourself, he’s been doing this for far too long, most of Namjoon’s candid pictures were far from it in all actuality, using the lighting and his vast knowledge of his angles to his advantage as per usual!

Finally, you were starting to feel your mix of poisons hit your system so you knew you needed to even it out with a little substance. I mean yeah, you could have just ordered your own plate but meh, this was easier anyway!

The two of you settled into comfortable silence and Namjoon started busying himself on his phone while you ate, scrolling through a couple contacts until he landed on a contact labeled under “Kookie”.

“Right so, back to your little SOS that was apparently triggered by Your glam team running late” Eyes cutting in your direction, tone flat as all hell! There were air bunnies involved, tone as baran as can be and again you just really wanna choke his ass! Glaring over mid chew which he potently ignored. Brow tilted in a silent challenge, daring you to deny that you weren't in fact full of actual shit.

Lips curling into a menacing little smirk “Exactly-'' Your mouth popped open to respond though he quickly pipped back up to drown you out “So, anyway, what are you feelin tonight? He’s actually like, coming down the street, but he already has a couple options on him, mostly Physics.

Thank fuck he found someone, your usual connect wouldn’t be available until closer to midnight and God forbid you make it through a charity gala sober!

Speaking over a mouth full of salmon, sounding utterly exasperated! “Honestly, any fucking thing at this point…”

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, sucking on a Bourbon soaked Ice cube “He��ll be here in 10, I just went with Smartees…there easy, discrete, effective” Offering a nonchalant little shrug, as he welcomed himself to a piece of smoked asparagus.

Smartees

Candy

Vitamin -E

Molly...

Estcasy...it’s all one and the same, just depends on who you ask!

He leans back in, apparently keen on whispering tonight. “Maybe, if your a good girl and eat enough, we can split one before we leave...chill you out a little bit. '' He hums low, voice thick and heady, lips curling into a grin with a hint of something wicked playing on the ends, as his fingers idly ghost over your forearm. Giving it a light squeeze and regardless of how innocent the skin-ship may seem to the naked eye, you’re well aware of all the underlying innuendos behind it!

You make a noise of agreement, trying your damnedest to ignore the fire coursing through your veins at the pet name. Though before you could even dwell, Namjoon was sliding back in with another update, this one however wasn't as...arousing…to say the least!

“Oh, by the way…” Yeah this doesn't sound good “Fox 5’s been waiting for you to get here, I did a little something on my own earlier but they want a joint interview, same shit as last year. It’s up to you, we can do it before or after the speech, I’m down for whatever you want...” Waving his hand lackadaisically, idly twirling the various pieces of Bvlgari around his fingers, seemingly un-phased.

The fucking- you completely forgot about that, and your so not in the mood for a speech...not even close! Not to mention you totally forgot to even write one so that’s cute, we love that!

“Of -fuckin- course they do!” Stabbing your mashed potatoes in a way that's... somewhat concerning…

“Baby.” It was a warning, though his voice sat barley above a whisper, his tone was crystal! Eyes cutting in your direction briefly before dropping back down to his phone….

You didn't have it in you to argue, there’s no way around this anyway, fuck it! “What -the-fuck-ever!” Sliding the half empty plate aside.

The huff that leaves Namjoon’s chest this time around is a lot softer, lacking all the previous attitude and sarcasm, as it’s fully setting in that something a little deeper goin on tonight. Dipping his head a little, a wiry sigh leaving his lips ““Y/n, what’s wrong?” He’s a second away from begging at this point, tension spreading along his face, drawing a firm crease between his brows.

Eyeing you intently as you just shake your head, stubbornly, eyes locked on absolutely nothing, you can’t look at him directly right now because you know you’ll fall apart. Chewing absently at your inner cheek, your foots pattering alarmingly hard under the table, almost as if your too high strung to even stay still.

A hand slides beneath the table with zero hesitation, regardless of the quick glance over his shoulder the subtle gesture was a little risky in such a public vicinity. Though, you were more than worth every possible penalty!! Namjoons palm is warm, strong, grounding, as he takes an almost possessive hold on your thigh. Stifling your anxious patters. “Y-”

“I just wanna get it outta the way” When your eyes cut over to him it becomes alarmingly clear that your trying your damnedest not to lose your shit. “All of this" Hands gesturing wildly to the rest of the ballroom "Is just fuckin suffocating me tonight-” Words coming out clipped over a staggered breath and Namjoon’s face completely crumbles, because again...this is your world, it's techionlly all you know! It takes a lot to break you....sooooo..... ”And I’m not in the mood to have a fuckin mic shoved down my throat. So, with that being said let’s just get it the fuck out of the way so I can stay as lowkey as possible until it’s socially acceptable for me to fuckin leave!”

You were a second away from spiraling and at this point Namjoons seen enough to know he had to take control! The man before you can read you like the back of his palm at this point, and he instinctively grows very...protective over the press being in your face whilst your in such a state. Which is essentially a news headline waiting to happen if I’m honest, you're just far too temperamental for a press run right now! They’d have a field day with this version of Yn/Ln and that’s exactly why he’s not even going to give them the opportunity!

A displeased noise leaves Namjoons chest as he runs his fingers through his hair, rolling up his sleeve to glance down at his white gold AP. Silently working out exactly how much time you realistically have before this godforsaken speech! Seamlessly beckoning one of your guards from the far left of the room without breaking eye contact, it’s second nature at this point. There’s always someone at 10 & 2, when you’re born into a family that's sitting in the top 20% of Forbes...security becomes second nature!

Before you could even make heads or tails of the situation, Matt, and Alstein were standing in front of your table! Jaw tight, eyes locked and loaded, attentive, ready to whatever the fuck either of you needed. Barricading themselves around you so Namjoon didn't have to elevate his voice too much in the process.

“Get her out of here, as subtle as possible, no press, I don’t give a fuck if it’s TMZ, or CNN she’s no-”

“Joon!” Eyes wide, lips parted, slight shock at the way he’s just taking control right now, without giving you a say edgewise and he could give less than a damn. Namjoon’s not even looking in your direction, eyes trained on the men in front who are starting back with the same amount of intensity. Taking the young heirs orders very seriously, regardless of your half assed protest.

“I’m sure there’s some area of the hotel that’s not being used tonight, that’s also close enough that it won’t draw attention…”

“Nam-”

“Baby…” Fuck, well now he’s looking straight through you, there's so much emotion dancing within his iris, that if there’s a camera in at least a 10 foot radios….they could easily see there’s a little more than just friendship at play here. “Stop, and listen to me, you need a second, and I can’t give you what you need here!” I’m not sure how he was intending for that to come out but yes, your thighs are humming, and your minds racing , because fuck. What do you really need?!

“I’ll text you once he gets here, and you can tell me where to come find you” Namjoons speaking deliberately slow, voice sitting at an octave that’s almost nonexistent.

However all the smoke n mirrors aside...you knew he was right! You weren't in the right headspace for any part of this, however you also knew it would raise speculation if you weren't in constant eye sight. For one you haven't even interacted with your father once tonight as is, tossing your fork back against the plate, huffing out a strained breath, as you rake your fingers through your hair.

“But I can’t just-”

“You can and you will.” It's no longer a request,

“Go” And there’s also no reason a two letter word should sound that damn good!

“We Have a PR team for a reason yeah? Melissa and Justin make damn good money...more than enough for them to pull something out of their asses at any given time if need be.” Pushing your plate to the middle of the table, standing behind you to slide your chair out, stepping to the side, with his hand extending in your direction “Go..” Flicking his head towards the exit, dropping his voice to tenor that almost indicates he’s telling you a secret “Get yourself together, and I’ll come find you once I have something to put you in a better mood okay?”

You didn’t physically respond but your eyes said it all, as the distress slowly melted into relief and Namjoon couldn’t help the pleased smile from slowly creeping up his face if he wanted to! Regardless of how out of place it feels in the moment.

Flicking his head towards the exit one more time...”Go..I got this...” Gaze shifting over to the two men dressed in black ,tone hardening “Get her somewhere...and let me know once she’s good…”

“Yes sir” The command came in unison as they bowed out, waiting for you to step forward so they could accompany you to the exit as subtly as possible. Thankfully at these types of events, with so much wealth, status, power in one room, having security on you like a vice grip at all times isn't the most outlandish concept. So hopefully your exit would go unscaved…..

Also, by this he means the room, which Namjoon’s going to have to maneuver for the time being without you, because if there isn't at least one senator's kid schmoozing the press then yes, it will draw ample attention to your lack of presence. Yeah, it will be tedious and annoying but it’s the type of shit you do for one another.

~~~~~~~

Not even 20 minutes later Namjoon finds himself in the far East Wing of the Chatwal, headed towards one of the many conference rooms within the historic hotel. One of your guards seamlessly slid Namjoon a key card as he exited the ballroom, counteracting any need for him to stroll past the front desk and make a scene…..

So, with that being said….this is how he finds you…..

Lying on top of the oversized Cherrywood table, your obnoxiously long train sprawled out around you! A cigarette perched between your overly glossed lips, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air! Clearly you’ve forgotten it’s not 2007 and you can’t technically do that anymore....

However, you are, Yn/Ln and The Big Apple is literally and figuratively your playgrounds! So there isn’t much you truly can’t do if you want to be real about it!

That’s actually probably more of a curse than a flex if you truly think about it…But will dissect that out a later date or more than likely it’ll dissect itself!

“It’s like that huh?” You can already hear the smirk within his voice, without even looking...

Slowly rolling over to all fours, back automatically dropping into a nasty arch! This is all calculated even if you honestly aren’t thinking about it you know what you’re doing! The sight alone has Namjoon's dick twitching against the plush velvet on command. The bud of the cigarette wedged between your lips as you crawl forward, a light sway playing on your hips. Not stopping into you reach the edge of the table, dropping down to your elbows, plucking the tail from your lips. Gaze heavy as you blow a cloud of smoke in his direction.

“Depends....”The words purr off your lips as you gaze up at him under your full set of lashes...

“On?” Brow quirked in feigned innocence, head resting against the oversized mahogany door as he appraised you through hooded lids.

“If you brought me what I need or not..” Your looking up at Namjoon like a cat ready to pounce on its prey..

It’s the everything, for Namjoon honestly, kicking himself off the door, dropping his glasses into his pocket before wedging one hand inside, lips curved into a wolfish grin. Brow still tilted in your direction as he stalks towards you like he owned the place! Namjoons always carried himself with an air of confidence that was unmatched. As if he’s already found his place within the world, and he didn’t need gratification from anyone else to confirm it. People often mistakenly correlate money and social status with confidence! Little do they know that’s typically far from the truth, more people are faking it more than you think! Mr. Kim on the other hand, yeah he had his baggage but he knew who the fuck he was and more importantly the affect he had on others! So, he carried himself accordingly!

“We got aboutttt…” Glancing down at his watch briefly “30 minutes before they’ll start hunting us down..” Tongue coming out to wet his lips as he sinks down in front of you. Ghosting his thumb over the hinge of your jaw, reaching into his inner pocket with his opposite hand pulling out a tiny half bitten powder blue pill…

”First off, Have I ever not had exactly what you need?” Voice melting into a tenor that damn near has your thighs humming, and your eyes hitting the back of your head. Teasing the tablet between his fingers before placing it right on the tip of his tongue and your eyes light up like a kid on Christmas! Gripping his jaw, to pull him closer, so you can lick the psychoactive right off! Eyes locked, teasing the tip of his tongue between your lips before sucking both it and the pill into your mouth.

Namjoon moans deep and breathy, a dazed smile playing on his lips as his hand instantly takes an almost possessive hold on the back of your neck to keep you locked in place. Nipping your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away just enough to speak “Swallow like a good girl…” He already sounds hoarse, breath heavy and baited with pure need...eyes sharp as they shift, and drop half lidded.

Never one to disappoint, slowly letting your tongue roll from your mouth, showing you've done as instructed. Nudging your head slightly, knocking his thumb from your jaw, into your mouth. Sucking on the digit absently , taking it all the way down until your tongues teasing around the rim of the Chopard band.

Eyeing him with mock innocence ripping a clipped hiss from Namjoons throat along with a low string of moans falling from his lips…”Fuck…” It’s the way he actually sounds proud...lust clouding every orifice within his mind. “There you go, baby just needs somethin in her mouth yeah?” He literally looks like he wants to absolutely devour you and you'd let him! You’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted!

Tentatively you pull back with an Obscene POP, eyes completely dazed. Smoothly switching gears, exchanging his thumb for your cigarette, and Namjoon gazes up at you with heavy, yet equally curious eyes as you take another so drag before stomping it out on the table! Intentionally holding the smoke within your lungs, a smirk tugging on Namjoon's lips as he leans in. Parting his mouth instantly, allowing you to slowly exhale into his lungs.

Welcoming the familiar burn into his chest and cloud his lungs before slipping his tongue right into your mouth, and you both melt into it. Namjoon’s kissing you like he’s been craving this, and you can’t get enough. It’s suddenly like you need him everywhere, just letting yourself feel like your drowning for a moment. The kiss it’s deep, slow, smooth yet filthy all at once. There’s no other way to describe it, mouths', lips, and tongues moving together effortlessly, as your entire body compresses against him.

You feel his palm leave your neck, teasing down your spine before taking a firm grip on your ass, large and leath palms, squeezed to the point where it almost hurts but you reveled in the feeling. Ripping a low gasp from your lips as he digs his nails into the fabric, kneading your cheek in his palm, nails clawing into the chiffon as if he’s trying to just rip you apart! Especially upon realizing your not wearing panties...Teasing his fingers along our lips through the thin chiffon of your dress.

Namjoon Moans right into your mouth, kissing you in a way that almost knocks the wind outta your chest it’s so deep “I should’ve fuckin known” Cupping your heat in his palm, squeezing until the tips of his fingers almost feel like they could just...slide in.

“Namjoon” Your blatantly whiney and you honestly could give less than a fuck, especially once he smirk's against your mouth in a way that lets you know he’s about to give you everything you need and then some.

“Shh, I got you” Kissing his way up the side of your neck, and along your jaw whilst shrugging his blazer off tossing it to the side like it wasn't 3k...taking your face between his palms as he shifts off his knees. Leaning back in with a little more fever this time, desperately working your mouth open, deep, wet and messy. Namjoon’s hands are everywhere yet it still feels like it’s far from enough, it’s becoming more teeth and tongue than anything with skill at this point but you could care less!

You’ve gotten him started and now he’s just on, you...

Namjoon braces his knees on the table as he pushes your frame backwards with a good amount of force actually, knocking you back on your elbows. Swiftly crawling on top of you until your caged beneath him, hooking a leg over his hip to hold him in place, instantly, shifting you against the desk with one deep, teasing roll of the hips! Moaning into your mouth, once he feels your spine start to bow, body arching into him, chasing after any and every thing you can get.

“We gotta be quick...and you gotta be quiet…” Lips painting a trail of messy open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, lacing his lips back around your pulse point. Sucking just enough to make you squirm, he knows better than to leave marks whilst at an event! You half whined at the way he teased the vein, just scraping his teeth against your skin as opposed to biting! There’s suddenly wet heat coursing through your body from where Namjoon’s slowly trailing his tongue up the side of your neck! No doubt wanting you to imagine his tongues somewhere else entirely, as he waved it with far too much fineness against your skin.

Hand sliding down his stomach, not stopping until you reach the front of his pants, cupping his dick, curling our finger's inwards so your nails are just slightly piercing his length through the fabric...”Fuck me” Pouts off your tongue as more of statement than anything else.

Namjoon damn near growls against your lips, hips already starting to chase after your palm. “Fuck, I don’t- I don't have anything with me I didn’t plan on-”

‘I don’t care! Fuck me” Fingers frantically working his zipper open, forever thankful Namjoon often wears briefs, with fly strips. Slipping your hand inside and you damn near start salivating upon feeling how hard this man is, you can literally feel him pulsing against your palm. Swiping your thumb over the head, smearing the precum around the tip until his jaw goes slack, ripping another choked out moan from his throat.

“Just gotta be careful, as much as I’d love to let you come all over me…” The pressure within your palm fluctuates, tightening your grip as you start to actually stroke him, and Namjoon’s entire body shudders. Head tossed back, eyes rolling to back of his head, jaw taut, as he allows himself to get lost for a moment. “We can’t ruin this just yet..so I guess that means you get to fill me up tonight big boy” Namjoon can feel you smiling against the crook of his neck, twisting your wrist with even more vigor.

Slowly he shifts his focus back to you, eyes fluttering open in a way that appears as though it required immense effort! Gazing back at you, completely blown as he continues grinding into your palm, and sticks two fingers back into your mouth. Taking them knuckle deep with seasoned ease, while simultaneously getting him off with your hand!

Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, trying to pull his shit together, as if he didn't do this to himself... “Mmm...Yeah?” Brow titled in your direction as he spreads our legs, plucking his fingers free and it’s intentionally messy spit sliding down your lips and over your chin as he drags them south. Teasing the slicked digits up your inner thigh, not stopping until they're dancing along your bikini line. “Just sounds like an excuse to me...” The tip of his middle fingers, ghost along your lips, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from bucking into his hand. Gazed looked in a half lidded haze, “We both know how much of a little cum slut you are, I don’t think you really give a fuck about this dress. Not like you couldn’t have another dropped off at the snap of your fingers.”

He whispers, breath warm, lips pressed flush to our ear, nipping the lobe between your teeth. “I think you just need your pussy filled. "A moan fills the air in unison at the admission, clearly you both wanted that "Or maybe you wanna feel my cum dripping down your thighs as you walk through the ballroom the rest of the night.”

“Mmm, So what if I do? ” You smirk up at him, biting down on your bottom lip, you're nothing but trouble and he fuckin loves it.

Always has....

He just hums, nonchalant as ever not really feeding into your games right now…

“You gonna give me what I wa-fuck” That smart ass little rebuttal you were working on dies right on the tip of your tongue.

Finally, fuck, Namjoon sinks into you, already starting out two fingers deep because he knows you don’t have the time to bullshit around. So if you wanna be a brat and you want it now, then you’re going to have to take it in stride! God, it feels, so right, it’s actually insane the way your body just knows him, how effortlessly it is for you to just let him in. The glide is smooth, as he works his fingers in and out of you, and fuck, are you ever so grateful for how long and thick his fingers are. Mirroring his cock to the tee, making the pressure build within the pit of your stomach embarrassingly quick!

“Yeah?” There's a shit-eating grin playing on those sinfully thick lips of his, he already sounds like he’s balls deep inside you and you’re too far gone to even be a smartass. Just huffing out moans and whimpers, spine arching off the table, as his hand moves in and out from between your thighs. Swiftly increasing his pace, reeling in the way you’re sucking him in, suctioning his fingers like a vise grip.

You take him so fuckin well and his skin feels like it’s on fire gaze locked as he watches you fall apart beanthe him. Moaning and wiggling your hips down to sink deeper, Namjoon pumps his finger languidly, reveling in the sight of his diamond encrusted digits appearing and disappearing between your lips. The arousingly filthy sound of your essence coating his fingers as your juices drizzle down your inner thighs.

Lids falling heavy as another deep breath shutters through your body “Godddd your fingers are s-so long,” Your already shaking, not sure where all the whininess came from, a slight stutter rolling off your tongue, grabbing Namjoon’s hair again.

A soft sigh paints the air “Such a pretty little pussy” Namjoon rests his head on your knee, kissing and sucking at your inner thigh, clearly aiming for straight sensory overload, with the way his tongues waving against your skin! Curling his fingers inwards, aiming for the rigid patch of nerves nestled between your walls. “Mmm, can’t wait to be inside you, feel how tight you are around my cock, it’s been a while baby you think you can still take me?”

Your drowning, in all things Namjoon Kim right now, so much so that you don’t even care to put up a front or play along, you just wanna get fucked! “Joon, baby fuck…” You whined, eyes squeezing shut, hips starting to slowly grind into his palm, meeting each and every thrust head one. Intentionally letting his hand smack against your clit every time.

The sounds bouncing off the panes of Wood paneled walls is absolutely obscene! It’s almost comparable to Namjoon's hands smacking against a puddle your so damn wet. Thank fuck there’s a whole ass party going on outside the double doors...and to top it off you look beyond sinful! A warm glow casts over your skin from the host of chandeliers above your head, you literally look like the most erotic piece of art and Namjoon’s in Heaven! Maybe hell actually, the way the train of your dress is cascading along the robust wood table, thighs spread, curls dusting your back, highlight catching every reflex above your head.

Goddamn!

“There you go, fuck yourself on my fingers, baby” You can feel his fingers caressing your walls, slowly prying them apart, reaching down to grab his wrist, forcing him to fuck into you harder and at that he slipped in a third finger. Fucking you open deep in hard until his wrist starts to burn and Namjoons panting as hard as you are.

“God” He chuckles lightly and he almost sounds dumbfounded. Shaking his head almost as if he can’t believe it, dropping his posture slightly, breath fanning over your clit. “Mmm with how needy you are tonight, you’d swear I’m the only one that knows how fuck you right.” There’s a clipped snort that leaves his throat at that ,once he feels the way you clench around his finger, the timbers dark, arrogant even… “Yea, sounds about right though….”Eyes locked and loaded as he lets his tongue slide out of his mouth.

You already know who he’s talking about...it’s a specific shot that’s been fired! You’re both cool with his younger brother but the eldest….that’s a completely different story, and it’s so fucked the way you’re getting off on this petty shit right now.

“The only one that can make you lose it with just a simple-“Namjoon lays his tongue right against the tip of your clit rolling it around the very edge, we’re all of your nerves lie and you damn near snap his neck between your thighs. The sudden sensation had your legs trying to close in around him, eyes squeezing shut jaw completely laxed for a second you forget we’re the fuck you are!

Bitch you’re loudddddddd!!

“Oh my go-Namjoon what the fu-” Before you have time to even process what’s happening part of Namjoon’s silk handkerchief is being teased at your bottom lip. It doesn’t even need further explanation. You take the hint and the idea alone has you fluttering around his finger. Reclining your jaw fully, accepting the makeshift gag, which is essentially a $300 piece of designer silk.

Namjoon moans, low, and guttural almost like he’s getting off on the sight alone and now he’s really goin in, lips laced around the bud. He’s never been shy with his pleasure, always down to let you know how much he enjoys this, and every sound leaving his lips, flutters through your veins. Sending vibrations straight to your core as he continues sucking on your clit mercilessly like it’s a straw and he hasn’t broken eye contact ...once. Those dragon eyes looking even more honed due to his current high setting in!

“Yeah,fuck yeah, you wanna scream for me baby?” You can feel him smirking against your heat, as he pulls his fingers free, swirling his tongue around the tip of your clit one more time before fully releasing you from his mouth. An obscene trail of spit dragging from his tongue in the process, using your own arousal to slick himself up

You’re giving Namjoon a look, right now, and you've done this far too many times, he knows exactly what you want as he smiles down at you, a hit of something dirty teasing on the ends as he removes the silk from your mouth. Leaning forward with pursed lips, aiming right down your throat, his aims a little off, getting a little on the corner of your mouth which he swiftly collects with the tip of his tongue before rolling that into your mouth as well.

A low moan starting on his tongue and ending on yours as he slides his dick against your lips teasingly, until he just lays right between them. Hard and pulsating against you. “Think you can stay quiet for me or do I need to gag you again?”

Your jaw starts to recline in leu of a verbal response, Namjoon makes a low, and surprisingly needy sound, as you reach out tangling your fingers in his hair. Tugging at his scalp until it burns, as if to say your growing impatient “God your so fuckin sexy, open up for me baby”.

Grabbing the makeshift gag back between your swollen lips “Tell me if you need me to-stop-“

Reaching between your thighs laying your hand over his, done with the bullshit at this point. Placing Namjoon right where you want him, tip teasing at your entrance. You go to removing your hand and he grips your wrist “Nah, don’t stop..” Eyes locked, ice blonde locks falling into his face, skin already creating a slight sheen between his brows.

Keeping still, and allowing you to set the pace as you start to push against him. “That’s it“ He murmurs, bushing his fingers along your clit, the added sensation helping you ease him in. “Guide me in, take what you need baby” There’s a slight smirk playing on his lips, as he dimples down at you.

It's a lot, he's a lot, as the pressure builds within your core as your body tries to accommodate the stretch. There’s suddenly a fist, hitting the door so faint rumbling under all the commotion, and music from the party that you almost missed it! Your eyes meet instantly, both silently agreeing to just ya know...ignore it! Not even, a full 30 seconds later...your phone starts vibrating against the table....

You already knew who it was, hint's why you weren't phased! Your guards made it very clear that no one was to know where you were when they got the key from the hotel manager. More importantly they noted you needed solitude and privacy to go over tonight’s speech. With that being said there’s only 3 people who would have the balls to come and knock on this door.

So you don’t stop, and Namjoon's a second away from losing his shit, gnawing on his bottom lip to muffle the deep moan building in his chest. It’s a slow penetrating pace letting yourself clinch and release as you push in deeper. Joon’s a big boy, and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were trying to Suffocate him! Yet he still Instinctively rocks forward, helping you breach through, chasing after the pleasure with such intensity it was almost dizzying! At this point you aren’t sure if you’re running towards or away from him as your spine starts to bow.

Blunt nails digging into your thighs. “God, baby-fuckkkk” Head dropping to the crook of your neck a second away from drooling, panting out hot and heavy the deeper he goes. A chill coursing down his spine at the way your body just slowly starts morphing around him...“Baby” He’s whining and you’re reeling in the sound, thighs clamped around his back no matter how hard they’re shaking. Forcing him to slide all the way home until he’s finally bottomed out, and then he stills. Pelvis flush against your stomach as the tip of your stiletto grazes Namjoons shoulders.

You try shifting your hips downward until Joon's hand stills your hips.

“ You already, k-know...she’s not going to stop until we answer her, let’s just-”

There’s a slight growl that works from your throat, and that’s his breaking point reaching forward to snatch the handkerchief out of your mouth before gripping the hinge of your jaw between his fingers!

‘Hey, hey...stop..” A soft shushing noise that leaves his lips “Talk to me, what the fuck’s got you so pissed off that-”

There’s a clipped little chuckle that leaves your throat and it’s nothing short of bitter. Nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to break skin but he didn’t care. Namjoon still wasn’t giving up…

Is grip tightens ever so slightly around the hinge of your jaw, Head cocked to the side very similar to a confused puppy “Aye, i’m not bullshitting right now I need to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours before I-“

“I walked in on my dad, and some fuckin Jung and Associates intern this morning.” It’s actually scary the way every once of emotion drained out of your voice when you said that rivaling robotic actually! “Fun fact: The only reason I was coming to see him in the first place was to inform him that my grandmother probably won’t even make it through the week and we should book a flight to go be with my mom!”

Namjoon’s Eyes fall almost comically wide at that, honestly they almost look stuck, until they finally flutter shut briefly...a sharp breath shuttering through his body. Processing the words you just let fall from your mouth letting them settle on his tongue a little because what the actual fuck!

“So yeah, I could give you a million fuckin reasons why I came here tonight feenin for a distraction and could give less than a fuck about doing anything that actually directly involves senator YLN!”

The silence that fell over the room, though short, was painfully oppressive! What's crazy is for the average pair a little outburst like that would've killed the entire mood. However unfortunately, or I guess fortunately for you...this type of shit is more common than a Chanel Boy bag at brunch. Namjoon's not even phased, I mean granted he's heartbroken for you because he cares more than he'll probably ever admit...but he's not completely thrown for a loop as one would and should be in this moment. But hey...again...welcome to the world of Yn/Ln and Namjoon Kim, nothings even remotely normal around here!

There’s a shaky exhale that ruptures through your body, eyes rapidly diverting away from his. Fluttering up at the ceiling and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were blinking back tears. Your heart is hammering painfully hard against your rib cage right now and you have a sudden urge to completely hide your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling far too open ironically enough, more so because now you’re feeling vulnerable, which is an emotion you’re not too fond of. However the man on top of you knows you better than you’d like to acknowledge, it’s instantaneous the way his gaze softened! Forehead dropping against your own, exhaling a deep slow breath almost as if he’s re-centering himself.

Namjoon can feel your entire body start to tense, prying a sharp hiss slipped past his swollen lips at the sudden tension wrapped around his shaft!

“Breathe” he murmured quietly ironically enough out of breath his damn self! “You need me to pull-“ Though you still wouldn’t look at him, the curt nod that cut him off mid sentence made your stance on the matter very clear!

Flicking his tongue against his index and middle finger before continuing his mensations between your thighs. Obviously the gesture is sexual but the overall goal isn’t to get you off right now, just to subconsciously get you to open up a little so your body will relax around him again. Soft counterclockwise motions....light enough to almost count as teasing if the air was different t! “Breathe, baby, hey, look at me ...”

You let out another shaky breath, eyes shut, hips shifting slightly to try to almost rock against his fingers. “Namjoon I don't-“

“Want to deal with my pretentious, obnoxious face, you just want to get fucked, pretty baby I know . But I’m not doing anything until you calm down, and look at me...”

You do or at least you try, the pout more than evident on your lips even as his palm smooths up your hip. Squeezing hard enough to send a chill trickling up your spine, lashes fluttering , leaning into the warmth beneath his palm. "There's my girl" He known exactly what he's doing, the touch his grounding, possessive even.... as if to remind you that no matter how gone you feel He’s here. Right. Here.

“ Now look me in the eyes and tell me again what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

This wasn’t and ego thing and you know it, you’re minds a cluster fuck and Namjoon's currently acting as a secondary drug right now! He’s the last person to judge, lord knows you've been his vice more times that either of you can count. However while you’re in such a state he needs you to look him in the eyes and tell him what you want!

You blinked once, slowly, before you swallowed, nodding as you met his gaze head on! “Joon, I want-” you started trying to keep your voice somewhat controlled “I need, you to fuck me. I promise will talk later but right now I just need-fuck- Pleas-“

Namjoon hummed quietly, leaning down and pressed a kiss to your mouth slowly sliding his tongue between your lips massaging the muscle against his own. Realistically you don't have time for this kinda shit, but it is what it is..... He needs to shift the mood back a little, granted Joon's still hard as fuck and you're still flowing like an ocean...but mentally he needs to bring you down...just a little bit....

A tiny noise ruptured in your throat somewhere between a moan and a gasp, warping your arms around his neck. Clinging to the man above you as if he was everything you needed and then some! I know you said you just needed a distraction, and yeah the sex is A1... but moments like these make it very hard not to wonder if this goes more than just the two of you being fuck buddies!

Namjoon kissed you again, then nudged your head to the side, pressing his mouth to the crook of neck. “Mmm, yeah, relax for me baby I got you....” he murmured softly. “Yeah, yeah...that’s my good girl...” Namjoon breathed quietly, licking a stripe up your neck, sucking absently at the spot right being your ear as he gave an experimental thrust. Slow, somewhat shallow, testing the waters a little as he circles his hips against your own. The soft almost pliant whimper that muffles into his bleached locks was all the approval he needed.

Your phone started buzzing again only this time…

“ How much ti-I don’t give a single fuck. Stop. Who’s up now? Park? Yeah? Great, so will see you in ten.” I don’t even think Namjoon gave Melissa time to get in a word edgewise before he threw your phone against the table hard enough to almost shatter the device.

I doubt that was meant to be as sexy as it was but…...

“Alright...." It's almost scary the way his entire aura changes once his focus shifts back to you. Tone softening eyes growing even darker , but this time for a completely different reason than seconds prior...

"Now. Wrap your legs back around my back...tight, and put that fuckin handkerchief back in your mouth.”

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SO yeah, lol that's all she wrote, if this get's enough love I'll edit part 2! It picks off where this left off, so we do see the rest of the gala, there's a after party situation in which we get to meet Jin and Tae a little more as well!

Hint, the other Vauss boy is a BTS member, both boys were adopted so they have hyphenated last names! Meaning Kookie would be Jungkook Jeon -Vauss...sooo who do you think his brother is? AKA the one Joon knows the OC is obviously fucking on the side as well?

There's also numerous plots and storylines that flutter though this...OT7 will all have intertwining roles. It was outlined to have a lot of drama, secret's, sex, boujee fun, and scandals lol! But the smut is only going 3/4 members deep....

There's the possibility of 2 of the boys being Bi, one of them would be Joon! I also played with the idea of just doing little one off one shots as well with the members once the universe was a little more established...but yeah lemme know what you guys think! Come talk to me, I'll be a lil active this weekend!

LOVE,

ROCKI

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