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Stargazing (Twice Mina)

With the way things are going, Mina’s begging for trouble. And not the usual slap of the wrist kind that celebrities get away with—the kind that’s scandalous, career damning.

She’s so close to falling apart.

And as you watch her come undone—the very image that defines her gradually disappears—you can’t help but think: she deserves this.

—————

If there’s any clear-cut takeaway, it’s this: Mina is designed to be gorgeous, and she plays the part to near perfection.

That’s the whole point. Here’s a sea of media outlets and paparazzi, accompanied by flashing cameras and screaming fans on one side. On the other, stars and figures from different fields, all dressed to the nines and emanate a distinguishable aura. The ‘I’m better than you’ kind. No amount of modest smiles and perfectly curated PR-fluff can disguise the noxious air of celebrity on the red carpet.

Then you look at Mina, wearing the hell out of that backless dress, designed by none other than yours truly (you). You couldn’t have asked for a better muse. She carries herself and your brand around with a confident smile—with pride—seemingly indifferent to the raucous screams telling her to look this way, that way. Wherever her profile turns, cameras illuminate the crowd in near-perfect unison.

It’s a slow motion fashion moment.

As if she couldn't look any prettier, she brushes her hair with a quick, delicate swipe of her hand with queenly grace. The cameras live for moments like these. It’s what goes viral online; it’s what gets social media buzzing. She’s a K-pop idol, the media will say and it’s true, but she doesn’t look out of place with the so-called elite. If anything, she blends in seamlessly, rich, quiet, and enigmatic personality and all.

Cameras continue to follow her as she walks through the carpet. She greets a few other celebrities in the vicinity; mostly Hollywood actresses and artists before she disappears behind the steps of the building. Throughout the entire ordeal, you were never on her mind, not even during interviews, nor when she was in clear view, even though you made her what she is now. All she can think about is herself and her character. That’s how fame works.

You don’t even get a text. Your only reference is a note that reads 23:00.

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The next time you see Mina is hours later, at the promised time. One slender leg enters the backseat of the vehicle. She remains mostly untouched, leaving the gala looking the same as when she entered. She’s considerate enough to wave and give a flying kiss to the crowd, who unsurprisingly, go crazy for her. It’s a convincing act. You would, too, if you weren’t always by her side for ninety percent of the day.

She breathes out this deeply relieved sigh once the door slams shut. She’s tired—of being someone else, and just exhausted in general; she’s been in front of a mirror since five in the morning and it’s almost midnight by the time the event ends. You can tell she’d rather be in her hotel suite than anywhere else.

So you drive. No words. Just hit the road and get out of there.

Even late into the night, Paris is still bustling and lively. You don’t make it past three streets before being met by traffic ahead. It’s an agonizing crawl. The satnav says you’ll arrive at your hotel by 2:00 in the morning. Mina probably won’t make it by midnight, at this point because she’s on the verge of falling unconscious, resting her head on the door. Her heels are set on the opposite end, with her lower half resting along the edges of the backseat into a couch position.

Even when she’s asleep, she’s still gorgeous.

“Miss?” you gently call to her, snapping her from her tired daze. She gives you a mild stare through the rear-view mirror, unable to speak.

“We’re gonna be held up by traffic. You want something to eat?” you ask, knowing she likely won’t take anything more than a handful of fries or half a burger.

“Sure. Whatever.” Mina sounds cold, a little annoyed somewhat. The past day has been unkind to her health; she arrived at the airport yesterday after a different schedule and barely had less than five hours of rest before dedicating the entire day for a gala she had contractual obligations to attend. She couldn’t say no even if she wanted; she’s got her whole schedule curated and planned out for months.

You have more time to get her dresses planned out and prepared out than she has to breathe.

And time is unkind to both of you right now. Traffic trogs along at a snail’s pace. The arrival time on the satnav moves further and further away. Sunrise will meet you above a red light at this rate. How anyone gets around in this city considering the number of events that are happening all at once is beyond you. You only drive through Paris a handful of times a year, all for the same reason, and you abhor the idea—let alone the experience—every single time.

It’s difficult enough to wait, especially in this late of hours, when money and careers are on the line. Even more challenging is keeping a cool head and withholding yourself from using your instincts against the trusted systems of the algorithm. Mina will call you many things. She’ll call you insane. You don’t mind; it’ll be on the lower end of insults and comments you’ve heard from the so-called ‘elite.’

At the end of the day, you’re just simply following orders.

You swerve off the main road, into narrow alleys and streets that aren’t registered on any official map. Anywhere that can give you a sense of progress and hold momentum. You drive. You make liberal use of your klaxon against anything and anyone. You go around in circles, sometimes looking at the satnav if it’s kind enough to give you a shorter, quicker path. In your haste, you completely overlook the star, the celebrity you’re meant to protect and coddle like fine art, and cracks begin to form.

“Shit!” Mina fastens the seatbelt, in distress and wide awake from your uncharacteristically aggressive driving. She lifts her head. Pierces your gaze through the rearview mirror with a mixture of panic, concern, and frustration. All that hours spent in the makeup room to look perfect, down to the smallest of details, coming undone within a few minutes.

She seemed rather proud of her appearance, too.

Of course, her demands bounce off your ears—or ring through like white noise. You only know your task. Get her safe.

Even though it’s your very idea, you forget about the thought of eating, too. You’ve passed by a couple of McDonalds along the way, but are blinded by tunnel vision to recognize a single one. It’s not a big loss; she’s as tired of eating fast food as much as you are. It isn’t good for her image right now, either.

Eventually, you do make it back to her hotel. A little over midnight, but still not as early as you wanted to be. You look at the status of your passenger princess. She’s about as coddled as a five year old playing with her doll. A mess.

When you open up the door for her to step out, it’s a dramatic moment that gathers everyone’s attention and fixes every eye. It’s loud.

It also so happens to be empty in the area.

The way she slaps you in the cheek echoes throughout the valet like the sharp crack of a whip, or the pop of a firework. Fucking hell, she hits hard. For a dainty woman like Mina, she’s surprisingly strong. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she snaps, cold and bitter.

You find no mistake in what you did. In fact, you believe you’re doing her a service. Tomorrow, she’ll be at the airport and out of the country faster than when she came in. She doesn’t have to think about you for the foreseeable future. You only see a moody, ill-tempered celebrity frustrated that circumstances haven’t gone her way. Chalk it up to fatigue, but you can’t be arsed to explain yourself or react accordingly at this point.

She’s also pretty when she’s angry, you can’t help but think. Not the pouty, cute, wholesome kind—the ‘I’m gonna rip your throat’ out kind of ire. Sometimes you forget your job and admire just how gorgeous Mina is. You’re no different than the paparazzi or the average fan.

It makes her heated. You’re mentally smirking.

It would be a waste to fight over something as petty as reckless driving this late. No one got hurt; not a single traffic light or speed limit was violated. But her heart jumped a little bit when she expected the least. In her eyes, it’s a reasonable enough incident to show some attitude and assert her status over you.

But not tonight.

Instead, you take her by the wrist and lead her to the alley beside the hotel, away from potential cameras and prying eyes. She yelps, but you slip a hand around her mouth so she remains quiet. Mina is too tired to show some resistance.

“Listen here, Miss Myoui,” you tell her, pointing your finger directly at her. “I did everything right to make sure you have a fine, comfortable experience in Paris. Did your dress, drove you around, everything. What I did was save you a few hours of sleeping in the car. I never asked for anything from you, so don’t come acting like an ungrateful brat.”

“Fuck you.” Mina raises her palm, readying another thunderous, face cracking slap as a threat. “I could have done all that instead if I wanted to.”

“Need I remind you who made the dress that you’re wearing?”

She freezes, unable to find some form of retaliation or rebuttal.

“Thought so.”

“Well what am I supposed to do, then? Get on my knees and worship you as my lord and savior?” she asks.

Suddenly, something clicks inside your head. An idea.

“That—” you pause, mentally noting the entire sequence in a flash, “Actually, that’s not a bad idea.”

“I’m not doing it.” Mina rolls her eyes, turning her gaze away and crossing her arms. Somehow, she’s managed to recognize your intent so quickly. What isn’t surprising is her natural cleverness and intelligence. “Not tonight. Not after what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s what you believe, asshole.” She shakes her head. “Just—let me go.”

“Would be such a shame if a rumor spread around then that you were spotted in the bathrooms with one of the billionaires,” you say, blunt in your threat. “Wouldn’t you hate that? I hear there was a tabloid photo of you spotted with one of the presidential candidates too—”

“You lie.” Mina’s eyes glare at you. You don’t flinch.

She’s not wrong. You’re only telling a half-truth. It’s true that there were billionaires who attended. It would be a strange event if there weren’t any present, in Paris of all places. The report of a presidential candidate showing up is legitimate as well, but that’s as much as you know as the general public. What goes on inside, you have no knowledge of.

“And what happened there was nothing at all,” she adds. “So quit trying to blackmail me and just let me fucking rest.”

“Then explain this to me.” You point at the dress she’s wearing—your dress—and find different sized patches where they shouldn’t belong. They’re not by design; they’re clearly the result of some kind of external tampering or meddling. Around where her legs should be. Near her tummy. The gala is an indoor event, yet it looks as if she had been soaked in some capacity.

Something’s quite off.

“So?” Mina defends herself, unwilling to concede. “Got spilled by drinks, and you don’t really care if it gets ruined.”

While it’s true you usually don’t mind your dresses getting ruined, it comes at a price. “I’m not mad. And yes, I don’t care if you do fuck all with that dress. Hell, that candidate is very lucky he got to clap that—”

“Shut up!”

By instinct, Mina slaps you again.

You chuckle. The sore redness of your cheek isn’t going to silence you.

As she tries to walk away, you grab her by the wrist again. Pull her close to your chest. She trembles, but can’t do anything to stop or shake you loose.

“So you admit? You got fucked by that candidate?”

“No!” Mina remains adamant in her tone. She twists your grip to free herself. “Just—fucking stop already!”

“Only if you blow me. Just a quickie.”

“What? Why?”

“As remittance for the ruined dress, of course. Remember? Ruined dress, ruined cunt.” You can’t help but grin as you remind her of the terms of your agreement. It’s not written in the contract, but a mutual trust shared between you and your muses.

Mina sighs. A deal is a deal, even if it’s not signed on the dotted line. And she has the experience to show for it. Ultimately, she reluctantly agrees, sounding defeated in her response. “Fine. But after this, we’re fucking done.”

“I’m in a bit of a good mood today, so I don’t want your pussy,” you tell the disgruntled Mina, unbuckling your belt then unzipping your pants. “Not gonna lie, the thought of some future president fucking that cunt of yours makes me sick. Get on your knees.”

God, it feels wrong, but you’re enjoying every little moment of this, down to the finer details. The look of dissatisfaction on Mina’s face. The fact you can get her flustered with your teasing. The fact she’s obediently on her knees as you whip out your hard cock directly in front of her. She can tell you as many lies as she wants, but they have no firm ground to stand on. She’s not some stuck-up star unlike many others in that gala, but even she needs to be humbled once in a while.

“His dick is better than yours, anyway. I won’t miss this pathetic piece of shit,” she tells you, gripping to the hem of your dress, dodging every attempt to slip your shaft between her lips.

All the more reason to plunge it deep in her throat.

“Is it? This piece of shit you love to ride on?” You grab your cock and pursue her evasive mouth. You have a hand planted on her scalp, holding her still, as she begrudgingly accepts your length between her lips slowly, in a losing effort to fight back. She gulps her throat, watching as her cheeks hollow, as drool begins to coat your sensitive shaft, until eventually, her seal is vacuum-tight and tension builds up in your groin. “This cock you want to use—fuck—”

Words fail you as you become reacquainted with the warmth of Mina’s mouth. She bobs her head back and forth, slipping a hand around the base of your shaft to stroke. Your cock is poking the back of her throat, your senses relaxing at the pleasure coursing through your body. You feel yourself slipping away—at the cold, at the heat of her sweltering lips, at the layer of saliva that fills every inch of your length. It’s all too much.

This is Mina’s least favorite position. She’d rather have you beneath her most of the time, relentlessly bouncing on your cock till you’re completely drained; it’s how most encounters with her go to the point you simply give up and expect yourself on the mattress as soon as you enter her room. None of that matters now, not when she needs your very shaft to fill her thirsty, dry mouth, as a palette cleanse from the boring gala and because she needs you as much as she utterly hates you.

She doesn’t like the thought of you above her. Her eyes can’t be bothered to look up. It’s a strange dynamic; she’s the celebrity, she’s supposed to have control, not you. Your hand tugs on her black hair, begging her for more, and it reinforces the idea. You love this. Mina, the quiet, cold personality that everyone wants to be like, is zealously sucking you off and you’re helpless to how incredible she is. The suction of her throat. The drag of her tongue on your head, then on the sides. The passionate hum of satisfaction. You recognize the smug grin etched on the corner her lips while she doesn’t bother to look back, knowing full well she can take you any way she wants and you’ll fucking love it. She’s so aggressive, yet perfectly paced.

And she moves like she can read your mind—cum and saliva dripping from the corners, her tongue running laps around your balls, her mouth devouring you entirely with each entrance. Small, whiny sounds that resemble a choke—they’re nothing compared to the echoey moans you can’t help but make. You’re gasping for air as if she’s punctured a hole in your lungs—and to an extent, she has. Your body instinctively has to remind itself they’re leaning on air, because she’s making your spine contort in ways they shouldn't be twisting.

Mina is quite used to this. The notion of having to suck a cock. Not just yours, but fans, higher-ups in suits, all kinds. She’ll tell you yours is the best one, and you’ll believe her. You can tell by personal experience. You shouldn’t let control slip, especially now, when such power is rarely vested on you, but you can’t help yourself. There’s some urgency in handling her, but it might be a little too late. Especially when—

“Mina,” you pant, and you sound so desperate. “So close, Mina. I’m so close. I’m gonna—”

She continues to create friction, and eventually fire. Her hands wring around your balls and your base, tightening the coil of pressure in your stomach and in your veins. Spiraling further and further out of control, you can feel your legs crumble in a last ditch attempt to hold on. With your remaining resolve, you cling to whatever semblance of clarity you can find.

And she plunges her lips further into your length. Her tongue descends lower, to the underside of your balls. None of that disdain and hate from moments ago can be found, only zeal and passion. It’s not graceful in the slightest; it goes against everything her image represents, yet she’s so damn good at it, you can’t stomach the thought of her doing something this filthy, this obscene. The very idea breaks reality. Yet here she is, on her knees, a mouth filled by cock, encouraging you to cum without uttering a single word.

So you oblige her.

You don’t give her the decency of asking. You just pour it all over her with reckless abandon. Yanking her by the scalp, swiftly pulling yourself away in the heat of climax, blasting thick warm seed all over her pristine features, using her visage as a canvas for all your repressed thoughts. Mina welcomes every drop, sticks her tongue out with an inviting stare, unfazed by all that hot load you’re shooting directly at her. Her professionalism is practically hardwired, second nature to allow herself to be used this freely. It’s more than personal satisfaction; it also pays the bills.

It’s a win-win.

“Happy?” she asks, propping herself back on her feet, using the top of the dress to clean herself. Not a waste when it’s sole purpose is to be one and done.

The mess around your groin—residue sticking on your pants—answers her question. You can only nod in agreement as you clumsily and slowly gather your bearings. She shakes her head, amused at your predicament, but proud of her work.

Mina acts nonchalant, walks back to the hotel while you still work through your trousers, as if nothing ever happened. As if you weren’t moaning in public about how airtight her lips are around your cock. You hurriedly follow her, only to be met with a surprise waiting just past the entrance doors.

“I hope Paris has been kind to you so far, Miss Minari, because we certainly won’t be.”

Three comically mischievous men of similar stature and appearance, in nearly identical outfits (a simple shirt, coat, jeans and beret combination, how inspired) with the most cartoonishly evil looks on their faces. They could be anyone on the street. You can immediately tell they’ve been waiting for some time.

“Who are you?” you ask, stepping in front of your client. Mina looks nervous, quietly analyzing the three suspicious characters.

“Doesn’t matter who we are, even if we tell you,” replies the middle man, matter-of-factly. “We have no intention of hurting you.”

“If that’s the case, then please step aside. Miss Mina won’t be taking any requests and she’s very tired, sorry.”

“I don’t think so, buddy.”

“What?”

“We heard everything. You lucky bastard,” says the man on the left. “I don’t think Mina seems to be tired at all. In fact, I believe she wants more of it!”

All eyes turn to the person of interest, who seems to be in denial. Mina, this cold, calculated star, appears to have a harsh, sudden reaction. Offended by the comment, she angrily retorts, “No? What the hell are you saying?”

“Yeah, you heard the guy.” The third man steps forward, the other two close behind slowly approaching her. “It’s all over you. Don’t try to deny it. You enjoyed getting blasted all over that pretty face of yours!”

The three men nod in unison. You don’t have a firearm or any weapon on hand, but you’re willing to fight all three guys, even if you meet a terrible end. That’s the likeliest outcome. Lady luck seems to have disappeared on your side, but it’s part of the job, after all.

“Relax, girl. Again, we don’t wish to hurt you or your bodyguard.” The first man, the guy assuming leadership reiterates. It’s as civil and diplomatic as it sounds, but the looming threat remains prevalent. And it doesn’t do them any favors when they creep up towards both of you like wolves. “We just want what he has.”

“And what is it?” Mina frowns, hiding herself behind you, peeking over the shoulder, trembling.

“Oh, you know what we want, Miss Minari. Give it to us and then we’ll leave you alone.”

Where’s the security in this hotel, you wonder? The ground floor is dead empty of guests, which is to be expected, there’s hardly anyone at the front desk, and there are zero guards at the valet that normally wait for the next car to pull up. It’s midnight, what did you expect?

“Can’t I give you guys some money instead?” she pleads, desperate. She’s no longer hiding herself, but standing side by side with you. Shaking. Nervous. “Name your price and I’ll pay it.”

“I don’t think that will work, miss.” The three men remain adamant. They have you trapped against the corner of the entrance door. Neither of you can hardly move, let alone run. “We’re in Paris. We can easily rob anyone for our keep.”

Judging by the rather expensive watches and sneakers they all sport, they seem to have a point.

“But please, we just want one. One round with the finest Japanese idol in the business. That’s it,” the first man adds, his cohorts nodding in agreement.

Mina turns to you, calling your attention. “Hey.” You’re on high alert, waiting for the moment for hell to break loose. She merely stares. Nothing comes out of her mouth, just an expressive, seemingly strange gaze that doesn’t register anything in your head, nor does it open up any sort of interpretation. And for a while, you don’t understand what’s happening or what’s her intent. The three guys seemingly wait, shrugging whenever you eye any one of them. There’s no rush; time seems to stop at that particular moment. You know their demand; you have ears. You just don’t know if Mina is actually serious about caving to the pressure.

—————

(And fucking hell, you’re so—so—screwed.)

You don’t know if Mina will recover after this. Specifically, her career.

Clothes scatter everywhere in the room, with no regard for cleanliness or the host’s decency. Mina is set in the middle of the mattress as its centerpiece. The star of the show. Her dress is bundled around her waist, baring her chest and legs, while every man is completely in the nude. She’s spread on her fours, with the two subordinates lined up parallel in front of her, the third right behind her. You plan to join after, when everyone’s seemingly tired, when you can have her all to yourself.

At least, that’s what you think will happen. You know she’s going to get used all night long. Mina’s bracing for impact, hoping she can walk out in one piece after this.

You’re holding your phone, ready to record every little thing that happens. It’s not by their request, but your own personal desire. You love seeing it—the notion of Mina getting her comeuppance. The two men in front of her waste no time, stroking themselves hard and slapping their cocks right into Mina’s face, spilling flecks of precum on her. You notice the giddiness in their expressions as they incline the idol’s chin up, nothing but unbridled lust on their faces. The only thing missing is hurling her around and ragdolling her.

“Such a pretty face deserves all this cum,” says the second guy. He’s on the pudgier side, evidently not meant to be in the same atmosphere, let alone the same bed as Mina. “I’ll have you know you were my bias, and you have the most numbers on my counter.”

Utterly shameless.

Meanwhile, the first guy, his colorful body filled with numerous tattoos, slaps Mina’s cheek hard. It ripples throughout her lithe figure, rattles the bed a little. She keens. He takes a moment to look at the hand that committed the sinful act. He’s shaking, in disbelief. He did that. It’s a moment in time, a monumental occasion. Anyone else in his position would be shouting in the streets, celebrating too.

You would.

The third guy, this aged man who’s evidently in his mid-to-late forties and probably shouldn’t be consuming K-pop, continues to stroke himself to Mina’s face. Too bad her mouth can only fit one cock at a time. Her hand grabs his shaft and he grips her hair instead as she pumps him at a delicate pace. Their collective moans fill the room as each person assumes a position around Mina’s sensitive holes, filling them hastily. No technique, no patience whatsoever.

It’s pornographic for all the wrong reasons. How it all came to be. The setup. The characters. The very scene itself. Down to the shitty camera recording. Not befitting of an idol such as Mina. It’s got its own charm, but for the most part, it's as disgusting as you imagined. You can’t believe she’d agree to this. At the same time, you can’t look away. It’s a car crash that you know is gonna happen, yet all you can do is watch helplessly—and stroke yourself hard to.

All three men have different rhythms in which they fuck Mina. Tattoos slowly pounding at her dripping cunt, accompanying each deep thrust with a loud smack of her ass. His one hand grabbing at the hem of whatever’s left of her dress, itching to rip it off. Mina’s moan is suppressed by Pudge’s cock protruding through her throat. A fistful of hair in his grip, the other on her flushed, reddened cheek. Expecting her to take his relentless rhythm, only for her gag with each pump into her airtight lips. As if he doesn’t know how giving head works. The oldest man loosens up, lets his body hang as Mina strokes his cock with her ironclad fingers, letting flecks of cum spread over her neck and her shoulders, content with letting her handle him how she wants.

In a way, it’s admirable seeing Mina like this. Three cocks and all, her commitment to fanservice and satisfaction is any fan’s dream for their idol. You’ve seen it firsthand before, how she attends to each fan one by one, but to handle multiple without a single complaint is quite the accomplishment. She’s gonna take it, and she’s going to love it.

And in fact, she does. You’ve never seen her this dedicated and into pleasuring anyone. How she uses her other hand to seize Pudge’s cock, spitting and licking the head, setting him ablaze. Even as the man with the tattoos begins to wreck into her sopping cunt, foregoing leisure for speed—as her whines echo throughout the room—she maintains her composure the best she can. Even begging him to go harder, which he obliges. The bed’s quaking, seemingly closer to collapse, as the man screams to the ceiling, “Fucking tight—so close—cumming—aah—”

All three men are clinging to Mina in some capacity. On her waist, using her hair, or her shoulders—as they all appear close to their climaxes. Their collective groans of pleasure make this evident noise that warrants numerous calls of disturbance or concern. Imagine the commotion when the staff called in to investigate eventually finds out. The notion spurs Mina as she leans further into it—looks right into the camera as she licks up Pudge’s underside. As if demanding you to take the best shot of her while doing it.

It’s scandalous—the way Mina uses her expressions to make herself look good even under duress. How she winks, sticks her tongue, twists her face into lewder and lewder reactions while the three men who seemingly have power over her, now fold under her control. If only you could step in and be a part of the show, but you can’t.

And she looks even better with cum all over her.

The three guys moan in unison for dramatic effect. As if it was part of the intended shot. One after the other, each man reaches their own orgasm and blasts their hot load onto some part of Mina’s body. None of them seem to find their way into what they initially wanted, which is her holes. Mostly—tattoos man is partly into a deep thrust when he meets his abrupt end, only filling part of her cunt with his seed before deciding to pull out and throbs onto her back, her legs instead. Pudge gets most of her face, which she happily accepts. But even with her mouth wide open, he can hardly land his cum onto her sweet lips. As for the old man, he was never a factor to begin with. He had spilled his cum on the side, on the shoulder, on some hair, on her fingers. He was done before the others even finished.

What an unexpected sight.

You stand from the couch you’ve been sitting on, close in on the aftermath of their orgasms, watching as they stand lifeless around the centerpiece that is Mina, running her fingers over all the cum spilled on her body. This is child’s play to her, yet the most surprising thing is: she wasn’t expecting any of the three guys to finish this soon, let alone all three of them. She has this unsatisfied look in her eyes observing her conduits, the supposed ‘threats,’ as if they didn’t live up to her expectation.

“Did I look good?” she asks you, tilting up, resting her head on her palm.

You show her the phone, speed past the raw footage. She watches like she’s the director—which she kind of is.

“Mm—not good enough,” she adds, grabbing the phone and grabbing a tripod from the bedside drawer. “Set it up over there and do it again. They’re not leaving this until they get it right. And you’re gonna show them the way.”

Looking at their tired, exasperated faces, they’d rather be anywhere but here.

As for Mina, she’s the most energetic you’ve seen her in a while, eager for more—and you’re gonna have to make some phone calls explaining why she isn’t at the airport by morning.

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(A/N: woo missed another deadline/date but happy birthday Mina! By request/commission, so thank you for waiting and I hope it was to your liking. I do agree we need more subby Mina but in the end she owns all of us let's be real XD Thank you for reading!)

#smut #kpop smut #twice #mina

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╰┈➤ changbin shouldn't want you. you're four years younger than him and work as a part-time barista at the gym he works at and a part-time tattoo artist. but it always has been said that people tend to crave the things that they can't get

✧.* love untold | (idol!hyunjin x reader, fake dating, stranger to lovers)

╰┈➤ hyunjin was enamored by you. yes, the two of you only had a sum total of one (1) conversation in a parisian art gallery but he was a goner. although, he knew, that he would never see you again. that was, until, he followed you on instagram - using his official account.

✧.* deep end | (idol!felix x reader, reverse grumpy x sunshine)

╰┈➤ it was no secret that felix loved volunteering. he loved going to the orphanage near the company for two reasons: the kids and you. you with your colourful tattoos. you with your small smile and witty remarks. you, who has stolen the key to felix's heart.

✧.* run | (idol!jisung x reader, friends to lovers)

╰┈➤ you and jisung had done almost everything together. that was the ill-fated result of growing up next to him. but when you both turned 15, he was in korea pursuing his dreams and you were home pursuing yours. finally, after 9 years, you both were reuniting. everything would be the same right? despite the wandering eyes, wandering minds...

✧.* stars and raindrops | (idol!seungmin x reader, former classmates to lovers)

╰┈➤ seungmin was tired of his life as an idol being so restricted. and so, when he happened to stumble open you in a park soaked by the rainwater, he took you up on your offer: attend your high school reunion with him. it's not like one night of alcohol and fun would make him want to see you again and again- right?

✧.* untitled | (idol!jeongin x reader, fake dating)

╰┈➤ with your company's ceo embroiled in scandal right before your first comeback, as leader you knew you had to do something. being a member of the self-producing girl group embr, you didn't know exactly what to do. luckily, your manager had a solution. unluckily, it involved fake dating yang jeongin - your ult bias and celebrity crush.

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dumbseee · 11 months

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dating scandal.

f1 au: in which, you’re a famous k-pop idol, 4th member of the girlgroup blackpink. you’ve never had one dating scandal in your career and fans have praised you for it, but things get complicated when pictures of you and a mysterious guy are posted online.

lando norris x kpop idol!reader

fc: kim jennie.

note: if you’re not familiar with kpop and blackpink, user lalalalisa_m, sooyaa_ and roses_are_rosies are the other members, and yg is their company!

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y/n: been busy xx missing you blinks <3

fan1: WE MISS YOU TOO Y/N

fan2: pls rest and eat well :(

fan3: my queen is booked and busy

fan4: i love you so much!!

fan5: my queen

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y/n just posted a story!

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y/n: it’s true. i’m so sorry that you guys have to find out from someone else, i really wanted to announce it with my own words. i’ve been hiding this little guy for a year now, we met at a fashion event and i immediately fell for those gorgeous green eyes, the rest is history. i know that some of you are going to be disappointed in me, but i want you to know that i’ve never been happier than i am right now. i love this guy so much, thank you for being by my side lando norris <3

lalalalisa_m: AWWWWW SO CUTE

sooyaa_: FINALLY the secret is out

roses_are_rosies: my fav couple <3

landonorris: i am so lucky to be loved by you

fan1: i am so shocked but this is too cute

fan2: wtf…

fan3: well, i didn’t see this coming BUT congrats!

fan4: they look so in love, we must support them!

fan5: why him? you could do so much better…

fan6: @.fan5 fuck off bitch

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landonorris: i am the luckiest man on earth and i know it, why you said yes to be my girlfriend last year is still a mystery to me because you deserve so much better. but i’m not complaining because i don’t see my life without you, if you ever leave my world you’d take the colours of it with you. thank you for loving me y/n, i promise to be worthy of your love.

y/n: AWWWWW lando i just cried! i love you so much lover boy, and STOP saying that i deserve better, i’ve never been happier

lalalalisa_m: break her heart and i’ll break your legs.

y/n: @.lalalalisa_m LISA WTF

landonorris: @.lalalalisa_m yes maam! 🫡

danielricciardo: idk if this is the cutest thing i’ve ever read or the most disgusting

landonorris: @.danielricciardo fuck off

carlossainz55: who knew lando was a poet?

fan1: WHO SAID LANDO DIDN’T DESERVE Y/N??

fan2: if i see one more hate comment towards them i’ll commit a murder

fan3: i am still in shock but they’re actually so cute

fan4: god i see what you do for others

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shadowlali · 10 months

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pure temptation

COD - Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~2.1 k summary: Coronel Alejandro Vargas cannot resist the mayor’s daughter masterlist

warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N, Alejandro is taller and can pick reader up, reader has long hair but other than that no other physical descriptions, some proofreading, age gap (f!reader in her 20s and Alejandro is in his 40s), oral (f! and m! receiving), slight spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

The one temptation Alejandro tries to deny himself is you. He knows it's wrong to feel a deep need for the mayor’s daughter. While Los Vaqueros don’t need permission from your father to operate within Las Almas, there is still a respected alliance.

How would it look if he's caught with the mayor’s daughter? Alejandro is older, with enough responsibilities to keep him occupied. He can’t risk the scandal. But, has he not given so much of himself to this town? To the people? Alejandro deserves this. He deserves you. He's been alone for so long.

You grew up in Las Almas. It's a place you're proud to call home, especially now. All the work done by Los Vaqueros to rid the place of El Sin Nombre has paid off.

You had never met them until the night of your father’s victory party at the plaza. That’s when you crossed paths with Coronel Alejandro Vargas. You were a little flustered when introduced to him. He was tall with broad shoulders and a self-assured presence. He wasn’t like anyone you’d met before. When he leaned in for a hug and a kiss on your cheek, he lingered a little longer than what was considered polite.

You didn’t miss the way his hand slowly slid away from your lower back, as if he didn’t want to let go. It was difficult not to steal glances at him throughout the night. You imagined those arms of his being able to hold you up while losing himself completely in your body.

You’ve been so good your entire life. The perfect daughter, friend, neighbor – whatever it is, you are. Your dad never lets you out of his sight, claiming it's for your own good. None of the men in Las Almas are good enough for his daughter, according to him. You're tired of sneaking around with boys who don’t know how to please you.

Coronel Alejandro Vargas looks like he knows exactly how to please your needy body. Your father would pop a blood vessel if he found out you're attracted to Alejandro. That isn’t going to stop you.

It's not hard to figure out the schedule of Los Vaqueros’ weekly runs into town for supplies. Your sundress is short and flowy, reaching the top of your thighs. You walk over to the local store, hoping to catch Alejandro before they leave. As you round the corner, a hard body collides with you.

“Careful, muñeca,” a deep voice says as firm hands wrap around your waist. [doll]

You look up to see Coronel Alejandro Vargas staring down at you, an amused expression on his face. He makes sure you're balanced before letting go.

“Sorry Ale— I mean, Coronel,” you respond, your skin tingling.

“It’s alright, you can call me Alejandro.”

You smile,” Okay. It’s nice to see you again, Alejandro.”

“Where’s your father? Did you come here by yourself?” He asks, concern etching his eyes.

“He’s in a meeting. And yes, I’m here by myself.” You give him one last bright smile before walking around him and into the store.

Through the store windows you can see him speaking to a few of his soldiers. You watch as he takes a few steps towards one of the Jeeps then walks towards the store entrance, and back again. He looks conflicted.

You wonder what he's thinking until you see him motion the soldiers into one car, leaving the other to himself. Finally alone, Alejandro leans against his Jeep, face in deep concentration. You ignore Alejandro as you exit the store and keep walking towards the direction of your house. A few long strides later and he catches up to you.

“Muñeca, I think it's best I take you home. It’s too dangerous for you to walk these streets.”

“I appreciate it Alejandro, but I think I’ll be okay. You took out all the threats, remember?” you tease.

“Not all of them, let me take you home,” he said as he reaches for your grocery bags.

It only takes him a few minutes to arrive at your house. Your heart races once you notice both of your parents still aren’t home.

“Thank you so much for the ride, Ale. Can I thank you with a cup of coffee?” You ask, your fingers lightly brushing his arm resting on the center console.

There's no mistaking what you're implying by that question. Alejandro glances at your fingers tracing a pattern on his skin before looking into your eyes. It only takes him a few seconds to answer.

“Yes.”

You've just closed the front door and placed down the grocery bags before he presses you against it, his hard body molding perfectly to yours.

“How long until your parents are home?”

“Two hours maybe?” you manage to breathe out.

“Just enough time then.”

Your heart races,” For what?”

“Do you trust me?”

You pause for only a moment, nodding quickly. ”Yes, I do.”

Alejandro’s hands run up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He reaches for your chin with one hand and gently tilts it up while his other hand presses against your rib cage to keep you against the door. You're dazed with want until he finally presses his lips on yours.

You’ve finally gotten your wish. He's here, in the privacy of your home, devouring your mouth like he wants to commit the shape into his memory. You part your lips and flick your tongue on his.

Alejandro moves to grip your throat, his tongue becoming rough but his hand holding your neck so softly. Your hands can feel his defined muscles while you rub up and down his chest. He breaks away and presses your hands to the bottom of your dress.

“Lift it up.”

Your head feels heavy but you manage to lift the dress right above your panties. He stops your hands and traces the seam of the silk material with his long fingers.

You feel heat between your thighs, wanting Alejandro to alleviate the ache. Alejandro’s fingers move the silk to the side to tease your slick entrance.

“Will you let me taste this pretty pussy?”

“Please, oh God.”

Alejandro drops to his knees while warm hands slide up your thighs to remove your panties. He groans once he sees how wet and luscious you are.

“Better than I imagined,” He whispers.

Alejandro hooks your thigh around his shoulder and drags his nose on your inner thighs. He licks up the stickiness from your folds before lapping at your entrance in rough strokes. You begin to rotate your hips in small circles, wanting his tongue anywhere and everywhere. Alejandro’s firm tongue thrusts into your tiny hole, making you cry out in surprise.

Your hips move faster to rub your swollen clit on his long nose. Your hands grip your dress tightly, desperately wanting to run them through his hair. He eats like he's starving. Alejandro comes up for air before quickly lapping at your clit. His moans of pleasure vibrate against you.

“Dios, Ale!”

Alejandro’s tongue swipes up to flick repeatedly on your clit. He keeps the same pattern, sucking the sensitive bud or thrusting his tongue inside of you. Your legs tremble from the pleasure but you manage to find the strength to hold yourself up.

Your hips speed up their movement, grinding on his nose. He can’t resist spanking your ass, loving the way it recoils back into his palm. The air catches in your lungs, your mouth opening in a silent scream. Alejandro once again fuses his mouth to your clit and begins to give light bites and licks.

The delicious pain mixed with the sweet movement of his tongue is too much for you. Your body tenses from the rippling sensations of your orgasm. He groans, his tongue quickly lapping at your entrance once you began to gush. It feels like an eternity until your body stops shuddering.

Alejandro catches you by the waist as he stands up. “¿Estás bien, muñequita?” [Are you okay, little doll?]

You breathe in deep for a few moments before responding, “Yes Ale, fuck. That felt amazing.”

Your hands tug his hair to bring him close, your lips pressing firmly on his. He's quick to slide his tongue over yours, having you taste your sweetness. You savour the wetness clinging to his mouth and chin, shivering from the obscenity of it all.

Alejandro picks you up, wraps your thighs around his waist and has you lead him to your room. You can feel his hard cock press against your naked pussy as you grind on him. Once inside the bedroom, you make him sit on the edge of the bed, your mouth watering for a taste of him.

You drop down to your knees and unbuckle his pants, getting nervous from the size. Alejandro’s cock is warm and hard between your palms, his slit dripping salty precum. He groans from the licks and kisses you give, starting at the base to the tip of his cock.

You take a deep breath and swallow as much as you can, one of your hands stroking the length you can’t reach. Each suck causes you to hollow your cheeks as tears gather in your eyes from the tight fit in your throat. His hands run through your hair, gathering it at the top of your head to be able to see your face.

“Muñeca, that feels – fuck. Don’t stop.”

You know he wants nothing more than to fuck your throat from how tightly he holds your hair and how hard his thighs are clenched. Your scalp tingles slightly from his grip and your throat works hard to accommodate the size of him.

He tastes clean and warm and indecent. How would people react if they saw the mayor’s perfect daughter on her knees sucking off Coronel Alejandro Vargas? The sounds of need that come from him only encourage you to suck faster. Alejandro pulls you off a few seconds later, your lips wet with saliva.

“Enough, I want you on the bed.”

Alejandro helps you take off the sundress, palming your tits in his hands. You climb on the bed while he takes off the rest of his clothes. He grabs your hips and brings you right at the edge of the bed, the perfect height for his waist. He spreads your thighs wide and lightly slaps his cock on your clit. You cry from the motion and move to grip the sheets.

“¿Lo quieres, muñeca?” [You want it, doll?]

“Sí, Ale.”

Alejandro drags his tip from your clit to your entrance, gathering your wetness to sink inside of you. Your back arches the moment you feel him slide all the way in, so long and thick.

“Bella,” he groans, voice thick with lust. [Beautiful.]

He keeps one hand on your tits, alternating between squeezing and pinching your nipples. He sets a pace, using his grip on your thigh as leverage. Every slide, in and out, in and out, stretches you perfectly. He reaches so deep inside of you, making you feel intoxicated from lust.

The slight sting from the stretch of his cock only adds to your pleasure. You trail one hand down your stomach to reach and feel where Alejandro pounds into you. It's incredibly hot and sticky. He moves his hand from your chest, over your fingers to play with your clit in small circles. You shiver from the sensation, clenching tightly around him.

He gives a rough, sloppy thrust and stretches your thigh out even more. You can’t even recognize your own voice, your gasps and whimpers sounding so desperate. Alejandro moves his hand, gripping your thighs to drag his cock out completely before pounding back inside of you. You replace his hand, rubbing your clit in fast circles, tits jiggling with the force of his thrusts.

“Feel so fucking perfect,” he grunts. “I want you to come. I’m – i’m so close.”

His hips slap roughly against your thighs, his fingers moving yours away to play with your swollen clit. It doesn’t take long for you to shatter completely from another orgasm, tightening around him in waves and squirting all over your joined lower bodies.

Alejandro’s voice is raspy as he comes, filling you completely. He doesn’t stop his thrusts right away, wanting to mark you from the inside until you're stuffed. His sweaty body joins you on the bed at last, your bodies limp from the pleasure.

“Dios,” he starts, ”I never imagined it would be like that.”

You turn to look at him, a lazy smile on your lips. “I didn’t either.”

You both continue to lay in bed, petting and kissing every inch of each other’s bodies. After a while he reluctantly gets up to leave, promising to see you soon.

“Maybe you can show me around the base, Alejandro?”

“Sí, I think you’d like it.”

Alejandro gives you one more long, tempting kiss before walking out the door. You know you’ll see him again very soon.

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spider-man-199999 · 1 year

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The bracelet pt 2

pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader

word count: 4,4 K

warnings: 18+; smut; public sex; unpotected sex

summary: You meet Nathan while he's working at the bar. He recognizes you and tries to steal your bracelet because he knows you're filthy rich. Instead, you manage to steal his heart.

Read part 1 here!

a/n: I didn't proof read the smut part but there goes nothing!

A couple of months went by since Nate decided to disappear into thin air. It was such a pitty that it had to end before it even began, which made your already broken heart ache even more. People say the best remedy in such cases is to drown yourself in so much work. That was precisely what you wered trying to do. You spent most of your days in the hotel, deciding the lobby and bar could use a renovation. Not that it looked bad before, but you needed a fresh start with this place. Your ex was not very keen on the idea of change but reluctantly agreed to let you do as you pleased, as long as it would keep you busy. So, two months after the start of this ambitious project, you were standing in the brand-new lobby of The Ritz-Carlton. You did your best to keep the spirit and style of the building but with a few modern touches of technology, which appealed so much more to the guests. The hotel was more busy with events than ever before, weddings, galas, balls, charity events, all because of the work you had but in. Bussiness was really picking up, The Ritz-Carlton had turned in the hottest spot in New York.

Besides the undeniably significant time and effort you had dedicated to the marketing of the place, your personal life seemed like it was put on hold. The paparazzi had been sneaking around town, trying to catch a sight of you doing something mildly interesting. However, they would fail miserably to this task. All of the recent news about you were only in regards of The Ritz-Carlton and event you had organized, praises on your astonishing work. Occasionall pictues of you and some friends clothes shopping would appear here and there but nothing major or scandalous.

At other times, late at night when you were laying in your king-sized bed and staring the ceiling, while the city lights shined through the thin curtians of your bedroom, your mind couldn't help but wander. And somehow it would always end up on Nate. Restlessly wondering what he was doing, where he was. But wherever he was, whatever he was doing, the only place you knew for sure he was never going to leave, was your head. After his departure you didn’t really have any interest in dating, even declining a few date offers from some very wealthy and famous people. Trying to mingle was not necessarily a bad thing, but every time such thoughts popped up in your head, you’d look out the window and see the faint sparkles of the same stars that Nate spent hours talking about. It made you feel nostalgic, knowing no one else could ever take you on a date and make something casual appear so fun. That alone made you give up on the idea of pursuing someone else, at least for the time being.

And while you were busy buraying your head into the piles and piles of demanding and much nessecary work, Nate himself had very different plans. He took the task of becoming wealthy to heart and persused that with the first opportunity that he stumbled upon. That was exactly why he took up Sully's proposal to work together and left. He left for long, but not for good. Now that he had a few dollars in his pocket, he decided it was time to make his advancment towards you showing you his brand new persona. His heart was filled with excitemet and anxiety, he knew he was gone for a long time but he hoped that you had kept your promise and waited for him. He was trying his best to keep up with the news about you, reading every newspaper, magazine, interview. All this time he was thinking of you, dreaming of you. The man wanted to tell you everything, to explain where he went, to watch your fascinated eyes sparkle while he told you the story of his adventure with Sully. So, as soon as he came back to New York, he stated working on his new, expensive image. He changed his wardrobe, his car, he rented out a new place. A whole new man by the looks of it, but not in his heart, not in his feelings for you. He renovated himself the way you were renovating The Ritz-Carlton. So, a month after he came back, a month after all the work, he decided it was finally time to approch you.

The day seemed like any normal day for you, sitting at your desk in the office of the hotel, filling in the upcoming events in the callendar. You checked on the progress of the current agenda - a wedding. You made a few phone calls and after doing the diplomatic work, that took no longer than a couple of hours, you decided to run some personal errands, such as picking up drycleaning and other mundane tasks. You stored most of your personal items in a room in the hotel for covenience, but it did mean that sometimes, like today, you had to leave the place with a few zipper bags full of clothes. The weather was starting to get colder and colder with each day, warm and careless summer nights seemed like only a memory that was sitting close to your heart now. The leaves were starting to change colors but that did not make New York look any less beautiful on your side of town. But the chilly weather meant warmer clothes, and a need to add a lot more layers on your body before walkig outside.Fortunately enough the sweather dress you had on was still going to do the job if you to put a coat on top, which annoyed you to an unbelieveble extent. It just meant more weight on you as you carried the cleaned clothes all the way back to your apartment. Holding the, what felt like an ungodly amount of weight of clothes over you shoulder, you walked out of the building. You were met by a gigantic rose bouquet, probably 50 roses or more, right in front of your face, held up by someone who you couldn't quite see. You shook your head, moving past the person and walking away.

"Hey, hey, Y/N, come on" you heard from behind you, the voice was somehow familiar but you couldn't link it to a face for the first few seconds.

You turned around, freezing in your spot, but not because of the low temperature outside.

"I've been standing here for hours and you won't even say hi" he laughed, moving to hold the bouquet in only one of his arms "You have no idea how many excited screechings I had to go through, followed by disappointed looks. Have I really become this unattractive?"

You were still frozen in your tracks while he went on, trying to process the sight in front of your eyes combined with the information in your brain. Your head felt like it was spinning and everything was somehow like it was in a haze.

"I think you managed to break me" you finally spoke. And it was the truth, the shock had taken over your body. It felt like you were dreaming. Did you accidentally fall asleep in your hotel room? You couldn't really tell.

"Well, I was hoping for more of an excited running into my arms, maybe even shedding a happy tear."

"Nate what the actual hell?"

It finally got through to you. Nathan Drake was standing right there, in front of you, a bouguet of 50 roses in his hands. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that hugged his body perfectly, his dark hair was styled back with gel. He looked even better than you remembered, making your heart beat so fast that you felt like you were going to faint. He laughed softly at your shocked reaction, making a few steps towards you.

"If you're not going to hug me, can I hug you at least?" He asked, wrapping the free arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

You wrapped your own free arm around him, your head rested against his body as you closed your eyes. You still couldn't believe he was really there, but the warmth of his torso was proving you otherwise. Hot streams of tears rolled down your cheeks, your emotions prevailing.

"Oh my god is that Dior?" you sniffled softly against his chest once you opened your eyes, them landing on the fabric of his clothes.

"I had to impress you." he shrugged and let go of you, brusbing a tear from your face. "There they are, the trears!" he chuckled.

You shook your head in disbelief, taking a step back from him. You had so many questions to ask, it felt like your head was going to explode, followed by the rest of your body. A cool breeze blew past the two of you, making your hair softly sway to the side while you held eye contact with him. It kind of brought you back into reality, in your dreams it was never cold, just endless summer.

"I have so many things to ask-" you started, but were cut off by the flowers being shoved in your face.

"Take these, my back hurts, I've been carrying them for so long"

"I have 3 bags of drycleaning in my hands, literally" you whined to him, moving the bags to your front and with a swift motion placing them over your forearm.

"Well in such case, why don't we take my car and you can ask anything you'd like?" he offered, reaching in his pocket and taking out the keys to unlock a black Mercedez GL that was parked on the street next to the two of you.

"That's your car?"

"Yes" he replied shortly, opening the back door and placing the roses inside gently.

"Who are you? What did you do to Nate?"

He laughed at your response, taking your bags off of you and putting them in the car as well before he grabbed your hand and pulled you towardws him. Like the gentleman he was, his arm wrapped around your waist before he held the passenger door for you, closing it after you sat inside.

"Can I ask my questions now?" you asked once the two of you drove off in an unknown to you direction.

"You can ask and ruin my very cool bad ass story about how I have money now or..." he said, turning his head towards you with a playful spark in his eyes and and a cheerful smile. "You could wait for us to get where I'm taking you and let me explain everything."

"Yeah I think I preffer asking, actually"

He shook his head and laughed at you, stopping at a red light.

"Okay fine, but you're totally killing the vibe."

"Okay I'll ask only one question now and you can tell me your mindblowing story whenever you think is best."

"We have a deal."

"Fine, then, why didn't you warn me about leaving? It was kind of scary to just have you stop showing up to work one day."

Heavy silence followed after your question echoed into the car. You turned your head to stare at his expression, studying his side profile. You could see his brows furrow while he thought of the answear, one arm let go of the wheel, elbow against the armrest on the car door while he rubbed a finger under his nose, his hand covering his mouth. He kind of seemed nervous.

"Well, honestly it wasn't something I planned to happen, it just did." he said finally.

It was your turn to furrow your brows now, but in utter confusion.

"You make it sound like you were abducted"

"More like recruited? I didn't have the time to find you and explain everything, and it's not like I have your number to call. You wanted to keep things professional between us. And I couldn't even think about explaining anything back then, you know? I wasn't really sure what was going to happen either."

"But it was scary. We didn't know if you were alive or not, you could have gotten into an accident or something, I had no information on you. I made the restaurant manager call you and your phone was turned off, I called in all the hospitals in the region around the hotel and around your apartment for you."

"I didn't know you were so worried."

"I was, I felt horrible and responsible. For a moment I thought about calling the police and tell them you were missing."

"Gosh, you care so much about me? It's almost as if you like me or something?" he joked, trying to break the tense atmosphere.

"Oh my god" you whispered in annoyance, laughing softly at his words.

It was odd, you never imagined yourself actually being into someone like him, someone so different to the men you were used to dating. But there you were, in his car, following him with no direction to wherever he pleased to go. Before you even had time to try and continue this conversation, he parked the car and turned the engine off.

The second you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by the sounds of waves crashing into land and the fresh smell of salt water. It was already late in the evening when Nate picked you up from the hotel, which meant it had gotten cold enough outside to make you shiver, even without the soft breeze that was blowing. You looked around, your attention immediately captured by the flickering lights of the amusement park on Coney Island. Unfortubately for you, who got excited from the thought of riding some of the rides with Nate, even if it meant you would look like crazy people wearing something so formal there, the park was closed and everyone was long gone. Your head turned to look for Nate in confusion, seeing him stand next to you with his hands in his pockets. He reached out a hand for you, taking yours and motioning for him to follow you. And you did, once again, follow him without asking any questions. He lead you towards the beach, an area that was unfamiliar to you. Soon you reached a big bell tent, open and inside there was a set-up simillar to your first date night with him - poof chairs, blankets, fairly lights. He walked you inside, helping you sit on one of the poof chairs and plopping down on one himself. You coudln't lie, it was so thoughtful, so beautiful and romantic. For the second time this cocky, slightly annoying man had left you speechless. You were so mesmerized by the scenery that you didn't even notice him stand and take out a bottle of champage out of somewhere and pour it in two glasses. You took one of them, clicking it with his before taking a sip.

"Nate this is... I don't even know what to say."

"Don't get used to it, it's my apology for leaving the way I did." He sat down next to you

"Well that was anticlimatic"

"I didn't mean it that way." he rolled his eyes, placing the glass on the ground. "I wanted this to be special, we haven't seen each other in so long and in my head this whole thing was going to happen in the summer but plans got delayed."

"Is now the time for you to tell me the amazing story of Nathan Drake's adventure?"

"You bet it is!" he laughed.

And he did tell you everything, about his brother and about Sully. He he went into great detail about everything that he went through in the last few months. And while he was speaking, you were going through every possible emotion you could think of, listening with your jaw practically on the floor. He would laugh at your reactions, copying your face to make fun of you.

"You're awful!" you would whine, hitting his chest playfully

"Oh, I'm awful? Why are you here then?"

"You're lucky, I like awful."

''You know..." he started, taking his glass and finishing the remaining content in it. "The whole time I couldn't really stop thinking about you."

Silence suddnely fell upon the two of you after his words, making your gaze turn from the pleasant view of the outside beach to the more pleasant one, his eyes.

"I thougut about you too" you whispered softly.

"It got the point where I couln't really... get rid of this" he reached for the inside pocket of his tux, taking out the diamond bracelet that you gave him.

It sparkled softly under the soft fairly lights around you. Your eyes stared at his hand, moving rapidly between his face and his palm. You couldn't believe your eyes. No matter how hard you tried, the damn bracelet somehow just wouldn't leave your life. Truthfully, you didn't really know what you were feeling in that moment. You were upset because you wanted to get rid of it at all cost, but in a weird, nostalgic way, you were glad to see it.

"Actually, I had it on me the whole time, to remind me of you." he spoke after he noticed your state.

Suddenly all the negative associations you had with the expensive item melted away and were replaced by the hearthwarming feelings his words brought. He put the bracelet on your wrist, making you shiver with the contact.

"Can I be honest about something?" you asked, your eyes fixed on the diamonds.

He nodded in response, making you look back at him.

"Truly, I've never met anyone so... romantic?"

"After everything you thought THAT was romantic?"

"No, I mean this whole thing. The flowers, the beach, the bracelet. This is more romantic than a proposal, and I've been proposed to... twice."

"The beach was actually a reference to something else." He mumbled before taking a sip from his glass.

It made you think for a second and suddenly the memory of your first intearaction came to the surface, making you blush.

"You dog!" you laughed, looking at him with the side of your eye.

He laughed as well, laying on his side, turning his body in your direction.

"Come here." he said, reffering to his chair.

You did your best to move over to him eleganly, not sure how well it worked out judging by his giggles. Or maybe he was just tipsy from the champagne? You sat down next to him, having him wrap an arm around your shoulders like he did on your first date. Your head rested against his chest while you snuggled up against him, only now realizing how actually cold you were before that. You closed your eyes, listening to the rythmic sound of his heartbeat as your hand rested against his stomach. You couldn't tell how long you sat there like this before you started playing with his tie. He noticed your actions, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before his hand travelled down to your waist, drawing soft circles on it. In the moment of silence, you could hear the sound of waves crashing in the background and it felt so calm, so perfect, even. Nate's hand was now slowly travelling up and down your back, going further down with each movement, until it finally landed on your butt. You giggled into his chest when you felt his hand there, making you look up at him. The both of you stared into each other's eyes for what felt like forever, until his lips finally crashed into yours. The kiss was passionate and long, it tasted like champagne and it was enough to make your head spin, while your hand left the tie alone and moved to his shoulder. His grip on your ass was now harsh and needy, trying to pull your hips closer to his own while he was squeezing. You broke the heated kiss to catch your breaths, suddenly feeling shy because of the butterflies that were going wild to the rythm of your heartbeats. You started kissing his jawline, softly, to hide that fact, your hand loosening the tie around his neck. Nate was quick to get out of his jacket, throwing it on the floor. His hands found their way back to your body, touching and grabbing everything he could. You took off his tie, placing it over your own head. He laughed at your act, pulling you by that same tie now and kissing you hungrily again. This time he was even more passionate, if that were even possible, his tongue danced against yours while his hands grabbed your wast and pulled you over on top of him, making you sit on his lap. Your hands were grabbing his hair, ruining the way he had styled it. After a few minutes of making out, you broke the kiss for air again. Now he looked more like the Nate you remembered, no fancy tuxedo, no tie, just a normal, very handsome guy. You smiled at him, undoing the bottons on his shirt while his hands roamned around your body. Once the shirt was undone and open, you had to bite your lip at the sight of his body. You knew he was toned, you just didn't know he was actually shredded as well. He smiled confidently at your reaction, but you kissed him before he could make the snarky comment you knew was already formed in his head.

You were growing more and more needy for him by the minute and he knew. Truth was, the feeling was mutual. He spent too many nights alone in bed thinking about this, thinking about you, imagining the exact moment your hands would be in his hair, his lips would be on yours. He couldn't help but be impatient, try to push you towardws going further and further into the heat of the moment. And while he was so lost in this timeless dance of your tongues together, the reality of his deepest desire being better than anything he could ever imagine, you had to break the kiss, making him moan with annoyance.

"Can we really do it here?" You asked, out of breath

"What's stopping us?" he asked back, attacking your jaw and neck with his lips.

"Well it's kind of... public?"

"You were the one.... who wanted.... sex on the beach" he said between kisses.

"The cocktail, Nate"

"I suggested the cocktail, you wanted the other thing"

"You really need to learn when to shut up"

"You need to learn how to lose an arguement"

You rolled your eyes at him but kissed him again, your hands undoing his belt and pants. He was smiling through the whole kiss, which made you even more annoyed with his cockiness. Speaking of cock, his was painfully hard, and you could tell by the way it twitched when your hand accidentally brushed against it in the process of unzipping his pants. You wasted no time, your eagerness was matching his and the thrill of someone catching you in the act was sending a type of feeling through your veins that you couldn't remember feeling before. Was it adreanline? Or were you just incredibly turned on? You slipped his member out of the boxers as well, giving it a few strokes with your hand which resulted in a hitched breath, followed by moans from Nate. He wasn't going to waste time either, hand slipping under your dress and pulling your panties to the side so he could touch you as well. The kiss was broken at that point, both of you looking into eachother's eyes. You two knew already there was no need for any foreplay since you were almost dipping on his fingers now and without saying anything, he grabbed your waist ang guided you to hover above him. The poof was a bit too unstable to help you with balancing on your knees but it had to do. Your hand held his dick in place before you slipped down on it slowly, making Nate throw his head back in ecstacy.

"This is so much better than I expected" he said holding you down while you were adjusting to the size.

It didn't take you long, pecking his lips before you started moving your hips in circles while you watched the expression on his face change from sweet and loving to lustful. He helped you move up and down his lenght because your mind was now too preoccupied and overstimulated to have such a complex thought about rythim and movement. It was all him and him only, nothing else in the world existed but this. He pulled your chess to his while you bounced on him, his hands now on your ass to guide you while his moans filled your ear. You weren't holding back on moaning or saying his name either, it simply felt too good to even try. Your hands were touching his muscles while you moved, your lips nibbling and biting on his neck. At some point your nails were digging into the skin of his chest and arms, but your mind was too clouded to even notice that. All you could really feel was the way he stretched your walls, his own hips now moving upwards to be fucking into you. You bit on his shoulder as you felt your walls tightening around him, and from the looks of it, he was feeling that you were close as well. He groaned your name deciding it was a good idea to push your hips down while he slammed himself into you, making you yelp as he hit a spot you didn't know existed. It felt so good you were having doubts it was real. You started screaming his name, feeling yourself finally release onto him while he moaned and moved. His hand travelled up from your ass to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you into a very tight hug while he moaned and groaned. You felt him cum inside you just as you were done with your orgams, your body collapsing onto his. You sat like this for a while, panting, hearts wildly beating.

"You have to tell me where you get your clothes dry cleaned, my pants are ruined"

"Jesus Christ, Nathan! I just gave you an orgasm and you're thinking about dry cleaning?"

"Yeah because of that orgasm, my pants are ruined, we orgasmed everywhere!"

You sat up to look at him, your hands on his chest while you shook your head.

"Okay fine. Our second date will be at the dry cleaners."

"Technically this was the second date."

"I hate you, so much."

"Oh, darling, we both know you don't."

#fanfiction #nathan drake x y/n #nathan drake smut #nathan drake x reader #nathan drake #uncharted imagine #uncharted #tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #nathan drake imagine #nathan drake x you #peter parker x reader

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kirimoochi · 10 months

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STRDOM.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; after the disbandment of your k-pop group OZEAN, you establish STR alongside your friends with the help of former musician ACER. with him as your producer, your curiosity about him leads to a change in your work-relationship.

⤷genres/warnings; smau, band/idol au, slow burn, secret identities, pining, fluff, angst, somewhat dirty humor (from childe), social media drama, scandals, harrassment, sfw, fem!reader.

₊˚ ✧ notes; first official smau for kazuha! inspired by DPR. some characters might be ooc and the humor might not always land. there will be slow and inconsistent updates. photos are not meant to represent the reader accurately and should serve as placeholders/imagines.

⤷status; hiatus [8/24/23]

₊˚ ᗢ openers:

STRs (name) — STAGE CREW (kazuha)

tweets (1) || tweets (2)

moodswings in this order

01. mito || 02. so beautiful

03. dope lovers || 04. no blueberries

05. nerves || 06. scaredy cat

07. welcome to the show (+ 0.5) || 08. no silhouette

my insecurities, not yours

09. because i don't wanna know || 10. she likes spring, i prefer winter

11. my insecurities not yours || 12. twenty four hours

moodswings in to order

13. seraph || 14. 1 shot

15. mood || 16. miss understood

17. avalon || 18. merry go

19. ribbon || 20. winterfall

21. calico || 22. mr insanity

23. ballroom extravaganza || 24. sometimes i'm

bittersweet

25. still friends, not lovers || 26. harbor

27. bellflower || 28. changes || 29. undo

peanut butter & tears

30. TBA

blood lotus diary

XX. TBA

str archives

I. eyes of luna || II. eyes of trix

III. eyes of lenta || IV. eyes of nivis

⤷taglist (21/25);

@https-furina @soleillunne @whipped-for-fictionals @maehemthemisfit @blue-b3rries

@rook-kisser @k1an4a @yuminako @mommymilkers-main @ixromzi

@meigalaxy @lovely028 @deannaistired @kazeniya @mechanicalbeat1

@dazaisboner @scarletttcroww @d4y-dr3am3r @labyrinth-cafe @calx-bdo

#₊˚ ᗢ STRDOM #₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha smau #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha smau #kazuha kaedehara smau #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #genshin modern au

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cardboardheartss · 3 months

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Kpop Exposé Reading

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

There have been some posts going around about how kpop could possibly lose its fame a few years down the line due to music quality and possible scandals taking place. So… I wanted to do a quick deep dive as to what could possibly be exposed in the Kpop industry.

‼️PLEASE TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! I BEGGG!‼️

What will be getting exposed? : QoS, The Magician rx, 9oS rx, 4oP, AoW rx, 8oP rx, The Emperor rx, 8oW rx, 10oW, PoP, 9oW, AoS, KoC, KNoC, 2oS rx, The Chariot, KoW

Idols will come out and expose the industry for its constant overworking of the idols. Some contestants from group shows and possible ghostwriters,singers and rappers will come out and talk about how they were not given the opportunity to establish their career because of their looks and rigged group shows.

Idols will come out and talk about the mental illnesses they’ve gained during their idol years, and how the company did not care. They would be pleading for a break but they weren’t given one. They’ll talk about their greedy ceos and industry people who only care about money and will constantly overwork idols while they don’t have to lift a single finger.

Idols will talk about how much they hated being an idol… all of the “luxuries”, brand sponsors, stage outfits, m/v’s and etc meant nothing to them. Other than trauma and exhaustion. The idols will talk about how fed up they are with having to act all innocent and well behaved in order to avoid negative reputations. They’ll talk about the overworking and underpayment. As well as exposing the disharmony within their groups too.

Idols will come out and expose either a ceo/manager/staff member and even their own members of being bullies. They’ll talk about the abuse and tormenting they faced thanks to that bully under their companies. Idols will talk about being tricked into overworking by the company and being told if they work hard they’ll be successful… which is true but that led to the company taking majority of the income from the idols work.

This whole expose will be making its rounds all over social media, but there will be one male figure in particular who will avoid this whole fiasco.

Overall, the idols who decided to expose the industry will be feeling really victorious and are happy to finally expose. They got tired of hiding, being forced to keep quiet, hiding secrets no… they just want to be free. This will also allow them to escape the K-pop industry for good.

Who will be exposing the Kpop industry? : KNoW, 7oP rx, The Star, KoC

An extroverted idol or just an idol who is like genuinely fed up will start exposing. Nugu idols/ idols with stagnant careers will also begin exposing. A really well known idol/songwriter will also expose the industry.

Possible Astrological Signs?! : PoS, KoW & 3oC

Idols with Earth placements, Fire placements and Mercury in Cancer

(Card placements are like a domino effect. One courages idol will start exposing, then a 2nd idol/figure who’s known will participate and then there will be an influx of emotionally drained and fed up idols exposing everything and everyone.)

Aftermath : 7oP, 7oW rx, KNoS rx, 4oS rx

The industry could take a while to get back up on its feet, but they will really push to regain its image again. They’ll be unable to try coverup and defend people anymore. The industry will definitely be judged and looked down upon. They’ll try debut more groups and some industry people will come out and talk but they should be careful as they’re words will be used against them. They will get back on their feet… but it could be a really slow process.

General publics thoughts: 4oW, 2oP, Hanged man rx, The Magician, 9oS, QoS, KoC rx

People will be happy?!😭 I think other music industries could start establishing their own things thanks to kpop going into shambles. Some could also not really care tbh… and people will try divert the attention from the exposé? There will be a lot of talk on social media, and more artists could be glad that their creativity will be shown? Some people will be heartbroken, they could just be in utter shock tbh. People will be happy that ppl are getting exposed now. Overall, just a lot of talk on social media, different sides and opinions as per usual…

Kpop stans thoughts : KNoC rx, 3oS rx, KoW rx, QoP, Death & AoP

They will think idols are lying and are jealous of their faves. They will not believe any of the news coming out and will attack the idols still and say they fake. Some kpop stans will definitely be leaving the fandom, and never come back. It will just be a mess tbh, a lot of death threats and doxxing will happen. People will definitely defend and some will applaud the idols who exposed to industry.

Woke Kpop stans will possibly leave this whole kpop industry and this will also lead to the declining finances in the industry.

i hope we will all be prepared for when this day comes because it’s going to be one longgggg bumpy ride 😵‍💫

Thank you for reading 📦

(24/02/2024)

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ateez-himari · 2 months

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COACHELLA REVIVES DATING SUSPICIONS

An intense display of intimacy between the main rapper and lead vocalist leaves the audience speechless, pondering over their relationship.

April 13, 2024 (10:45AM)

Throughout the group's career it was not rare to find social media posts outraged at an alleged dating scandal between the maknae and another member, though most were simply an attempt to obtain her removal. Stage interactions were always heavy factors in the uprise of these rumors - especially with San whom she seems to have the most intimate choreography with - yet none have been as blatant as this one.

While it was not noticed until footage of the event was reviewed, one clip alone was enough to send social platforms into a confused chaos with tags such as #MinAriCoachella trending on X. Most have familiarized themselves with the intimate moment shared by the two artists during the dance break of WONDERLAND (Symphony No.9), yet none could have expected what transpired on that stage.

This time instead of using his grasp of the vocalist's neck to push her away as was done throughout other performances, Mingi shocked attendees when making the decision to pull their bodies closer. It would have seemed inconspicuous had the large screen not caught their lips clearly brushing against each other, his smirk indicating that this outcome was very much intended.

With the camera zooming out to take a wider shot Himari's reaction was unfortunately not captured, but a much more suspicious action drew the attention of online viewers watching the fancam. Mere moments prior to pulling away, what appeared to be the rapper's tongue rapidly swiped across his bandmate's lower lip while the hand devoid of a mic lead one of her own onto his chest.

Never throughout ATEEZ concerts has there been an interaction this shockingly bold and it seemed as though fans were not the only ones taken aback, as the maknae became visibly flustered when questions arose concerning this specific instance during the post-set live. The two appeared rather close throughout the broadcast as well, with Mingi's arm draped across the vocalist's shoulders until it eventually moved down to her waist when she attempted to move closer to the eldest in order to show him something on screen.

'Certain members take a while to come down from the adrenaline high on stage, so they're still in this mindset until we get to the hotel usually.'

This statement from Himari could very well serve as the explanation of this sudden show of possessiveness from the rapper, though it is unlikely that netizens will hear the true reason behind it.

With this mysterious dynamic set aside, ATEEZ made their mark on history as the first male K-Pop group to perform on a Coachella stage and proved that their hard work needed to be acknowledged to the same extent as their undeniable talents. These nine members began their career filming a music video in the Sahara desert to then take the stage with that very name during one of the largest music festivals.

The smiles on their faces throughout the fifty minutes set were enough to convince attendees that all of them were born to be on stage, especially with the playful tone their performance adopted up until the end. Atiny have taken to social media in order to express their pride towards ATEEZ's success whilst the latter slowly solidify their position as one of the top male groups and continue to make waves through the industry.

Stay tuned for upcoming performances; April 19th at Coachella, May 24-25th at the Yeosu Expo Music Festival, June 29-30th at Show! Music Core and August 18th at Summer Sonic.

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babymochibeargyu · 15 days

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Gyu's Melancholy Serenade

POV:Gyu was an idol, you were his producer

genre:fluff

wc:~3.3k

★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆─ listen to Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish

You've been working with TXT for quite some time now. Ever since the start of debut, you've watched them grow from boys to men, while at the same time also growing with them in the process. You were around the same age group as them, just a little bit older.

You don't know how it happened, but the stars aligned for you. You knew that you've always wanted to be in the music industry and you’ve been working on your craft ever since high school.

You had a family friend, who is in the industry who had heard a few of your works before. One thing led to another, and here you were under the company, producing for Tomorrow x Together.

Initially, when you first started working with the boys, there were challenges of course. Y’all were fairly new to all this. Communicating the vision of how the album should sound like. The way that they should sing to get a certain tone or emotion to convey feelings(with the help of a vocal producer). Yet, despite the hurdles, their unwavering determination always drives you to do your best. They were like your light in the darkness.

Company policies also dictated a professional boundary between producers and artists, restricting interactions outside the recording studio.

It wasn't like TXT was trying to be rude. When they saw you outside of the recording studio, no interactions were allowed to be made, which made you feel restricted and dehumanized at times, but such rules were unfortunately commonplace in the K-pop industry, where scandals lurked at every corner.

However, when you were on the other side of the recording studio, and it was time for the boys to record, it was like all the negative energy that you got from the company rules was washed away.

Their excitement to sing always made you forget that there was anything bad to start with. They always had a smile on their face, beaming at you in the recording booth, never failed to keep you going, this was enough.

You weren’t expecting anything but to your surprise, one member didn't care much about the rules. When y'all would walk past each other during office hours, he would still treat you the same as how he would treat you in the recording booth. He would greet you with a half bow (because you were still older than him), smiling until his dimples showed, with eyes that were as clear as the night sky.

Over time, the company realized the interaction that you and Gyu had, but they didn't do anything about it and let you guys be. You guessed it was just a rule that had to be implemented for everyone since at that point, they were still in their early years of debut.

But once things started to get settled, you realized that TXT would begin to greet everyone whenever they saw people they worked with before, which included you.

Since Gyu was the first member who didn't treat you differently despite the rule, you've always felt a certain bias towards him. And over the years, because of the love of music, you guys would usually have discussions on song ideas as Gyu also wanted to compose and produce music for the team. Therefore you guys had a common interest to talk about.

As TXT's popularity grew, more albums were also in the lineup of being recorded. Recently, while they were recording for their new album Minisode 3: Tomorrow, they were also preparing for their world tour Act Promise.

You were actually kind of getting worried for them as when they would enter the recording booth, they wouldn't be in their best condition. Even though they weren't well they still had no choice but to finish the recording, and if on that day of recording, they had tried their best but weren't able to get the sound that was wanted in the album, they would have to come back the next day to hopefully finish it up.

You felt so bad, seeing them being overworked and tired in the recording booths even though they tried not to show it. Always putting a smile on their faces, pretending everything was alright when it wasn’t. They were getting overworked and they needed rest stat!

You were especially worried for Gyu, as you saw that he was struggling more compared to when he did for the last album. He wasn't in his best condition and the notes that he had to hit weren't his usual range either.

Whenever you had to stop him to tell him which parts he had to re-record, you could see him listening attentively to your instructions but you could see the pain in his eyes.

He was blaming himself on the other side of the recording booth, in his head. Knowing that he could do it, but because of him being unwell, he wasn't able to perform as well as he wanted to.

You could understand his pain because it can be frustrating when you know what you are supposed to do for the task at hand but aren't able to complete it.

A short break wouldn't hurt anyone, right? When someone is ever feeling down, you shouldn't press on the matter further and should do anything you can to take your mind off it.

So you told Gyu to rest for a while, and that you were going to the toilet. But in fact, you went down to the company's cafeteria to get a drink for him that would help with his throat and some strawberries as you knew that he loved them.

When you came back, you saw that Gyu was waiting for you at your side of the recording studio. He was surprised, to say the least when he saw you back in the booth with one drink and strawberries in your hand.

One drink? For both of us? He thought.

"Here Gyu, here's something for your throat 'cause I know you aren't feeling that well now, and some strawberries because I know you love them."

Gyu was touched. He was working so hard that he had neglected his health and now, here you were, taking care of him.

"Thank you, but you didn't need to do this."

"It isn't much but I wanted to. I felt bad, seeing you being tired yet you still have to record until you get it right. It's the least I can do, and the only thing I can do within my means. It's not much but I hope you can accept it." you replied.

With that, he accepted your kind gesture and finished the strawberries. He then went back into the recording booth with the drink that you gave him to soothe his throat, taking sips as and when he felt that his throat was acting up.

“Remember not to stress so much about finishing the recording today alright? There’s always tomorrow and the day after that. Let’s just do what we can for today.” You said through the talkback. And showed Gyu a hwaiting action, encouraging him that he got this.

“Okay I think we should stop here for today, I don’t want you to strain your voice any more than you already did. Drink lots of water and get lots of rest! See you tomorrow!” You said to Gyu.

“See you Noona, and thank you for the strawberries and the drink, I appreciated it a lot.”

“Anytime Gyu.”

That day, Gyu went back to the dorms having a lot on his mind. He was thinking of ways on how he could recover quicker to not disappoint you in tomorrow’s session, whether he should go to bed immediately without having dinner, and the fact that you were so caring towards him today, getting him strawberries and a drink for his throat.

Did you do the same for the rest of the members? Or was that only for him?

Gyu didn’t know when it started but maybe it was because you guys had sometimes spent time with each other discussing song ideas. During those discussions, he always felt a peace of mind, comfortable in your presence, being himself without a care in the world, because he knew that you wouldn’t judge him for anything.

He loved spending his time talking with you despite his busy schedule. The way your eyes sparkled when you were talking about things that interest you. Your endless rambling about how a certain sound would sound great with the member's voices, or a type of genre that they could try in the future. He could listen to you talk forever.

He loved the idea of being with you, even though it wasn’t possible. Just spending time with you like this is enough for him at this moment.

And that’s all that mattered.

When the rest of the members came back, he had to do a little interrogation session with them, to see whether you also gave them the same treatment you had given him.

Needless to say, a love sick smiling Gyu was left after he found out that the special treatment he received from you was only for him. And also found out that you had sent the members home early so that they could get more rest and come back the next day to record instead.

How could anyone get more kind, pure, and innocent than you? You were the treasure that everyone was seeking but he was glad that he discovered you first.

Thanks to your quick decision-making in letting the members have more rest the previous day, the recording session went through like a breeze. The members thanked you and left once they had finished their sessions. Gyu was the last member to record and once he was done, you gave him praises and words of encouragement that he sounded so much better today compared to the previous day.

As you were about to wrap up the session, shutting down the computer, you saw that Gyu was trying to say something through the microphone. So you unmuted him and spoke through the talkback mic.

"Could you repeat what you just said Gyu? I wasn't able to hear you just now."

After you said that, embarrassment washed over him like a sudden tide, tinting his cheeks with a flush as he reluctantly repeated his words.

"Since Noona treated me to some snacks and gave me a drink for my throat, I wanted to repay you for your kindness. Would you like to have lunch with me? I know it's not much but I want to treat Noona to something nice too."

"Ah, I couldn't do that, you're already busy as it is, you don't have to repay me Gyu, I did that because I wanted to and I didn't expect anything in return."

Stop because how selfless and perfect could you get? Gyu thought to himself. It was undeniably noticeable but Gyu was falling for you more than he already had.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I've already checked with my manager and my next schedule is practice at 6 pm so I have time." you could hear the smile behind his voice.

"Hmm alright then, let me pack up and I'll meet you in the hallway," you replied Gyu.

He immediately took off the headphones in excitement and exited the recording booth. Gyu was nervouscited(nervous x excited)to say the least, he didn't think you would agree to it, but you did in the end.

You could only laugh at his actions, because you thought could a lunch date make someone that happy?

Wait, lunch date? What were your thoughts even saying?

This isn't a lunch date, it's just Gyu's gesture of repaying your kindness, you told yourself. You didn't want to get excited over something that couldn't even be bound to happen.

It was sad that you guys felt the same way for each other(but you both didn't know it), but he was an idol and you were a producer. Nothing could happen, right?

"So Gyu what would you like to have?" you asked when y'all were in front of the dessert bar at the company.

"Wait Noona, I'm supposed to be treating you," Gyu said in a confused tone.

"Oh right, my bad." Maybe it was because he was 3 years younger than you but you'd always looked out for him. So you guessed you said it out of habit.

"Hm, I think I'll get the choco cake then, it's been a while since I had even had choco cake anyways."

"We will get one choco cake and one strawberry cake please," Gyu told the cashier and headed to a table with your desserts.

Y'all were talking about random things. Gyu was rambling to you about funny events that happened in the team and it made you feel like you were friends.

"Noona, I also had an idea for an upcoming project that I wanted to do. I was thinking of recording a cover of Sukidakara for the fans. I think they would love it."Gyu said in excitement.

"Oh that would be nice, we can schedule a recording in maybe 1-2 weeks? When your schedule isn't that packed? Don't want you to be overworking yourself Gyu."

"Yes, that would be great! I can't wait to work with you again Noona, I always have an enjoyable time with you."

A gentle fluttering sensation stirred within you every time he called you Noona. When the other members called you Noona, it didn't affect you one bit. Yet, with Gyu, his voice held a sweetness that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace, filling every word with a gentle affection that melted your heart.

You didn't want to admit it but you were clearly in love with him. You just wanted to scream because you knew that you shouldn't be feeling this way, especially for him. It was something that couldn't happen.

After you said your goodbyes to Gyu, you mentally told yourself that you needed to draw a line, you couldn't let this feeling grow any more than it already had.

While Gyu on the other hand, felt like he was floating on clouds. During practice, the members thought that there was something wrong with him because he would usually be loud, but that day, they didn't hear a single noise from him. All he could think about was the time you guys would meet again in 1-2 weeks.

The time came for the recording of Gyu's cover of Sukidakara. Usually in recordings, you would have the lyrics sheet beside you as well, so that you could communicate with the singer.

But since this song was in Japanese, you had the Romanization and the English lyrics for it, which you had read through and you thought it was an adorable song.

Gyu was in great condition today. You guys went through recording Verses 1 and the chorus easily. But while recording the 2nd verse, there was a line that said :

'I don't like you because you're cute. You're cute because I like you'

When you first read through that you didn't think much about it. But when you were recording Gyu, there was a moment of eye contact that happened between you two. Heat ran through both of your cheeks when that happened. Because in that moment, it felt that he was singing those words for you.

The way that you had to try your best and keep your composure, as you mentally told yourself that no more feelings should grow.

Guess it wasn't that effective, because throughout the entire recording after that incident, all you could think about was that moment.

When the session was over, you asked Gyu to come over to your side of the recording booth, which he quickly did.

"Gyu you were in great condition. You managed to record so quickly today while still conveying the emotions needed."

"What can I say, I have 5 years' worth of experience, of course, this would be easy." There was a subtle smirk in his voice, he knew he did well.

"It was amazing Gyu. I hope your fans love it as much as I did."

"You did?"Gyu asked.

"Yes! The way you sang in Japanese gave me chills. It sounded like you were native."

If you stood any closer to Gyu, you would have been able to hear his heart, because it was pounding like crazy. He always felt a certain way whenever he heard compliments from you, a feeling that lifted his spirits and filled him with joy.

"Well, I guess, that's it. We can finally go home!" you said.

But when you said that, you saw that Gyu's face changed. He wanted to stay with you a little longer. He didn't want this moment to end.

"Weird, aren't you supposed to be happy that you get to go home early?" you accidentally said out loud.

"Well yeah, but I want to spend more time with you Noona. I always enjoy my time with you. You make me feel so happy and fuzzy inside."

'Ok, what in the world was happening right now? Is this even real? Why was the Choi Beomgyu from Tomorrow X Together saying all these to you? Was this a confession?'

"Wait Gyu, why are you even saying all these?"

A sigh escaped him.

"The only time I can see Noona is when we are recording for a new album, and that isn't frequent. And now that we are about to go on tour, I won't even be able to see you for a few months. And I don't want to make any more excuses, because honestly, I'm running out of excuses just to come and spend time with you."

"So what I'm trying to say is that I have feelings for you Noona. I know that I shouldn't but, you can't help who you fall in love with, and that person for me, is you." Gyu said, his voice tinged with sorrow.

Someone come and pinch you right now. This cannot be happening. You were trying so hard to put a stop to your feelings. But Gyu is now, right in front of you telling you that he has feelings for you too. This can't be real.

"Gyu you know we can't."

"We can, but maybe just in secret. I think my manager would freak out on me if I mentioned anything about dating with the tour coming up."

Gyu paused before saying, "I really can't help myself. I think about you more than I should. Like what you are up to, whether you have already taken your meals. How I want to text you and ask how your day was like and to tell you all about mine."

Well from what you could see, Gyu was clearly as in love with you as you were with him. And how could you say no to him? Him saying all this in pout with his boba eyes. You were so weak for him.

"Hm, I guess we can give it a try... but if anyone suspects anything I am running the other way," you said jokingly.

"We can both run and elope together. Kidding. I'll make sure that no one finds out. I'm good at keeping secrets anyway."

"I'll text you later tonight okay Noona? I like you so much." with that he kissed you on the cheek and went out of the recording studio first, leaving you in a daze.

What is your life right now? You just got a secret boyfriend who was none other than Choi Beomgyu. No one wake you up from this perfect dream.

"Ding" a notification from your phone interrupted your thoughts.

'It's not a dream xoxo' you saw who it was from, Gyu. Was he a mind reader now? How did he know?

Maybe an idol x producer could work out after all.

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