#rich au

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Winter Break Plans ~ *Yang Jeongin*

Summary: Now you've gone and done it. You've asked your best friend to go home with you for winter break. However, he can't but he can't tell you why. If he does, he'll reveal his terrible secret...

Pairing: Yang Jeongin X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 3182

Warning: Swearing, trying really hard not to say Christmas

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter​ 

A/N: I went overboard and I don't regret it.

Jeongin has tried really hard to keep his past hidden from you. Like really tried. It’s not that he was ashamed of who he was or his family, it’s just that it was a hard thing to bring up to someone. And you were special. If he told you, well, he was just terrified of your reaction.

See, the thing is, Jeongin’s family is insanely wealthy. He’s never wanted for anything. He’s had all the latest tech and been to the most exclusive private schools. He truly lived the perfect life and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

And because of his privileged upbringing, he was expected to follow certain rules. He never complained a single time when his parents asked him to follow their expectations. From tutoring his younger brother to attending business galas to even learning the piano to show off to his parents' friends, he did it all with a smile and a nod. He knew that he had more than most, and that other people would kill to have his life. So he did everything he could to prove he deserved it.

The latest rule he had to follow was going to university. Of course, his parents tried to coerce him to go to their alma maters, but Jeongin convinced them he needed to make his own way in the world and attend his own school. Of course, he still had a list of schools that he had to pick from and he studied extra hard to get accepted into any of them. In the end, he made it into his second choice, much to the delight of his parents. He instantly enrolled in their economics course, minoring in management and mathematics, and that was that.

His whole life was all going according to plan, that is, until he met you.

It was the first day of school and he was walking around aimlessly, just to familiarize himself with the campus, when you bumped into him. He felt absolutely awful for making you spill all of your books, but you didn’t seem to mind. If anything, you enchanted him right there with that chipper smile and overenthusiastic handshake. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say this was love at first sight. But he knew better than to jump the gun.

Since that day, he has seen you everywhere on campus. From the library to shopping around town, it seemed you filled his life as well as his waking thoughts. And he didn’t seem to mind it at all. The more he saw you, the more he learned about you. You were an anthropology major, with a minor in sociology. You were always telling him about the cool things you learned in class, things that he found helped him in his business models.

But what he liked most about you was that you were a breath of fresh air. He didn’t realize until after he befriended you how stifling his life had been. Sure, he still wouldn’t complain about his upbringing or think poorly of his parents, but you brought about a different perspective of life. You didn’t follow the rules. You moved at your own pace and did your own thing. You challenged him in a fun and engaging way, asking impossible questions and saying ridiculous things. And he was absolutely addicted to everything you said.

Which is why could not tell you he was wealthy.

“Hello? Earth to Yang Jeongin!” You waved a hand in front of his face, causing him to shake his head and drop his textbook. You laughed. “You dozed off there for a minute.”

“Sorry. I was just trying to familiarize myself with Keynesian economics.” He explained as he shut his economic theory book. 

You made a face. “Sounds absolutely boring.”

He shook his head. “Not at all. See this guy Keynes tried to explain the Great Depression back in the thirties and that it was the increased, unfulfilled demand led to high unemployment. It was revolutionary back in his time, you know.”

“Still, it’s boring to me. You know math and I don’t compute.” You laughed at your own joke, making him crack a smile.

“Sorry we can’t all have interesting majors like anthropology.”

You nodded, a serious look now adorning your face. “It is a real shame. Because in my religion, witchcraft, and magic class, we’re learning about vodou.”

He sighed. “Okay, you got me there, that does sound interesting.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“Perhaps I should pick up a third major and join you in some of your anthropology classes.” He flashed you a cheesy smile, but inside, his heart was doing flips. He hoped he made that smooth. It seemed these days he was determined to flatter and impress you, even if you were oblivious to his attempts at flirting. Then again, he could just be that subtle.

You shook your head. “Absolutely not, mister. I’ve seen how those classes have almost killed you. My anthro classes would just make it worse. No, I’d rather just regale you with my tails, like an elder in an ancient civilization.”

“Okay, my elder.” He bowed his head at you and both of you shared a laugh.

“You’re so weird.” You shook your head. “But I have an off-topic question for you.”

“Yes?” He tried to still his rapidly beating heart.

“What are you doing for winter break?”

Well, that wasn’t the question he thought you were going to ask and it wasn’t one he was keen on answering. The reason was because his family was planning to winter at their chalet in Switzerland and then spend a week in Singapore before the boys had to go back to school. If he told you that, you would know his terrible secret and perhaps you wouldn’t speak to him anymore. And that thought alone hurt him more than he anticipated. 

“Uh, I don’t have any plans.”

You perked up at his words, which he didn’t think was possible. “Well, if that’s the case, my parents were wondering if you wanted to spend the winter holidays at our house. It’ll be super lowkey and you are always free to go home to your parents. But I’ve been talking a lot about you and they want to meet you.”

“We’ve only known each other for like three months.”

“But when have we been apart in those three months?”

You got him there. Since bumping into you all those months ago, it seemed you were always around each other, getting closer and closer. Still, it felt very sudden and meeting your parents was a very big step. He wasn’t sure about this…

Shaking your head, you said, “You can say no, you know that right? You’re not going to hurt my feelings whatsoever if you do. I just thought I’d ask.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Absolutely! We have time! And if you come only for, like, just New Year’s Eve, then that’s fine! Like I said, I just thought I’d ask. I totally get it if you think this is too much or too fast.”

He nodded. “I’ll give you my answer before we go on break.”

“Can I have an answer before finals? I’m going to be a total shut-in during that week.”

“Fine, but not earlier.”

“Deal.”

You shook his hand harshly before standing up. “Well, I gotta get going. My medical anthropology class starts soon and it’s on the other side of campus. I’ll see you later, Jeongin.”

And with that, you sashayed out of the library. He watched you go before sneaking into a private room and locking the door. Quickly, he pulled out his phone and facetimed the only person who could help him in this desperate situation.

“What do you want?” Seungmin groaned, clearly having just been woken up.

“Code red!” Jeongin hissed as he bit his thumb nail. 

Seungmin sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Code red? She found out your dirty little secret?”

“Not yet but she’s going to!” 

“Then it’s not a code red and I’m going back to bed.”

“First of all, it’s one in the afternoon and second of all, you said you would help me out if this happened!” He whined. “Seriously Seungmin, I need some advice.”

He groaned. “The situation hasn’t happened yet, so I don’t have to help you. But since you’re begging so nicely, I guess I will.”

“Took you long enough.”

“Bye In.”

“No please! I’m sorry! Please help me, please!” He begged. “I really need your help.”

“Fine.” He sighed. “Tell me what happened.”

Jeongin bit his thumbnail again. “She asked me to go home with her for winter break, saying her parents want to meet me.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened. “Whoa dude, that’s a big step, even for me. And the two of you haven’t known each other that long. Any reason why she sprung the parent card on you?”

“Apparently she talks a lot about me to them.”

“Damn, it is serious. I bet if you asked her out right now, she would take you right then and there.”

“Ignoring the obvious double entendre,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to do that. This is just puppy love and I don’t have time for that. I need to focus on my studies so I can help take over my parents’ business when I graduate.”

Seungmin shrugged. “Sure, we’ll circle back to that. Anyways, what did you tell her about going home with her?”

“I asked to think about it. You know, to buy myself more time.”

His friend sucked in his breath through his teeth. “Bad move, dude. You’re going to trigger this girl’s anxiety and she’s going to start to doubting how much you like her.”

“She seemed fine with my response.”

“It’s called putting on a brave face.”

Jeongin groaned. “I don’t even know why I came to you asking for help.”

“Because I’ve dated more girls than you have. Plus I know about your dirty little secret. So I’m your best solution.”

“Fine. Then what answer should I give her, since you think you know everything?”

He thought for a moment before asking, “Well, is your family vacation mandatory?”

“No.” He froze. “Yes. Dammit, my dad invited the entire board to vacation in Switzerland. I can miss the week in Singapore, since that’s supposed to be a real family vacation, but I know it’ll kill my mother.”

“So why not invite her to go with you?”

Jeongin’s jaw dropped to the floor. “You better be fucking joking with me right now Seungmin. I can’t just take her with me to Switzerland and then to Singapore! That’s how she finds out I’m rich and she’ll see it as me rubbing my money in her face! She’s from a lower middle class family, a scholarship kid who busts her ass to afford to go to school! She’ll totally hate me if I do this to her!”

“Well, she knows you’re from Asia. But she doesn’t know you’re not from Singapore.”

He rolled his eyes. “She’s an anthropology major with a focus on Asian cultures. She knows I’m from fucking South Korea.”

“Hey how was I supposed to know?” Seungmin held his hands up in surrender. “Look, you’re in between a rock and a hard place here. But the easiest way out is just tell her you have family plans and you’re safe for a little while longer.”

“I told her I didn’t have any plans!”

“That was your own dumbass fault!” He shook his head. “Then tell her you talked to your parents and they want you home. Easy. Doesn’t mean you have plans and it shows how sensitive you are because you care so much about your family.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Seungmin did have a point. It could work. He nodded as he thought his plan through. It wasn’t completely air-tight, but he would make it work.

“Thanks Seungmin. I’ll try it.”

“You need to learn to trust me more.” He smirked before lying back down in bed. “Now let me sleep. I’m planning to party all night tonight and need to catch up on my sleep.”

He hung up before Jeongin could respond and he shook his head. It wasn’t a perfect plan, but it would do for now. With a sigh, he set his stuff down and finished studying Keynesian Economics.

Jeongin didn’t see you again until lunch the next day, when you met him at your favorite cafe.

“Hello hello.” You greeted him cheerfully before setting your things down as you sat across from him. “How have your classes been today? Still as boring as ever?”

“To you maybe.” He joked, an easy smile finding its way onto his face. Even after his freak out yesterday, he was glad he could still joke with you like it was nothing. “But everything’s been fine. I actually have been thinking about your offer yesterday.”

“Oh that? Yeah, don’t sweat it. You don’t have to come, it’s fine.”

“Well, it’s just, my parents want me to come home for winter break and I really don’t want to let them down.” The words felt wrong in his mouth. He wasn’t lying but he knew deep down he’s been lying to you since day one. He should just tell you what his real plans were for the break and about his family. But he couldn’t do that to you.

You nodded. “I completely get it. I was thinking about what I said too and I knew I was being too presumptuous. So I apologize for putting you in such an awkward position. But do tell your parents I say hi!”

“Yeah, of course.” His words were stiff. It was awkward thinking about how your parents might know everything about him, yet his parents had no idea who you were.

Your lips dipped into a small frown. “Is everything okay? You’re not acting like yourself.”

“I’m fine.” He tried to assure you with an easy smile, but this one came out more forced. “You want your usual right? It’s on me.”

You nod. “Sure. Thanks.”

Quickly, he went up to the counter and ordered the food, trying to take some deep breaths. This was fine. You accepted his answer to your question easily. Now the two of you could go back to being just friends, nothing more. Still he felt completely lousy. 

The server had to practically shout in his face to tell him his order was ready. He apologized sheepishly before taking his order and leaving quickly. When he got to your table, he awkwardly handed you your food.

“Here.”

“Thank you. And here’s this.” You hand him something that makes his heart drop. It’s his phone and it’s unlocked. “You left it out unlocked. I didn’t want anyone to nab it so I went to hold onto it when you got a text. Your parents are wanting to know when you’ll be flying to your winter chalet in Switzerland.”

“Oh. I-” The words were caught in his throat. His cheeks were bright red and he couldn’t look you in the eyes. He was so embarrassed. “I didn’t-”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a chalet in Switzerland?” He was surprised that you didn’t sound mad. When he glanced up at you, he instead saw a cute pout on your lips. “That’s so much cooler than my offer to come home with me for the holidays! Honestly, I’m a little jealous.”

“Wha-you’re not mad at me?” He asked, his jaw slightly ajar.

You frowned and tilted your head to the side. “Mad? Why would I be mad? I mean, I’m only the tiniest bit annoyed that you didn’t tell me about your winter home in Switzerland, but like it’s not the end of the world.”

He ducked his head and quietly muttered, “I thought you’d hate me because I hid the fact from you that I came from money.”

“Jeongin, no.” He felt your hand on his and he froze. “I could never be mad at you for your socioeconomic status. Besides, I’ve always known you were wealthy.”

“You did?!”

“The day we met, I told my roommate about you, and she’s kind of a koreaboo, and made me do all this research on you. I know way too much about you now, to be honest.” You give a small chuckle before continuing, “But I didn’t want to bother you with the fact I know so much about who you and your family are. So I kept it hidden. I was actually curious to see how long you could keep up the charade before it broke. Oh, and if it makes you feel any better, my parents only know your name and that you’re my friend. I didn’t tell them about your family’s financial status.”

“Oh.” He mumbled. “And it really doesn’t bother you?”

You shook your head with a smile. “Nope. Not in the slightest. I mean, some things will never make sense to me, but you don’t let your wealth go to your head. And that’s what I like about you. You’re so down-to-earth. It’s sweet.”

“Thanks.” He felt so awkward now, like he didn’t deserve your understanding. Nevertheless, he was grateful for it. Knowing that you didn’t hate him and still wanted to be his friend made him happy and relieved. This didn’t go as terribly as he anticipated.

“You, um, you should probably answer your parents.” You say as you begin to eat lunch. “To me, it sounded urgent.”

“Oh, yeah.” He went to text them before he paused. “Hey, um, do you want to come to my winter chalet in Switzerland for winter break.”

You froze, a french fry hanging from your open mouth. “What?”

“I mean, don’t feel like you’re obligated to come with me!” He quickly backtracked. “It’s just you sounded a little jealous about my plans and, well, my parents are always welcoming for one more addition. Besides, after Switzerland, just my parents and brothers are going to Singapore for a week as a family vacation before we go back to school. It could be fun.”

Swallowing your fry, you shake your head a little. “Oh, no, I couldn’t! It’s a family vacation! And I don’t have the money…”

“Well, I mean, the Switzerland trip is going to be super boring.” He shrugged. “But Singapore could be lots of fun! I’ve been there loads of times. Consider it a fully paid vacation.”

“I’d feel like an imposition.”

“Perhaps a different deal?” He countered, his business skills kicking in. “Near the December holidays, I come stay with you for a bit, and for New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, you stay with me?”

You paused to consider his deal. He waited with bated breath for you to smile a little and nod.

“Alright. Sounds like a deal. But only if you help me find a way to tell my parents without giving up the fact that you’re super rich.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “I know a guy who can help.”

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You Need Me (I Need You) ~ *Choi Seungcheol*

Summary: It’s hard not having a steady job with a steady source of income. That’s why Seungcheol works as a delivery boy for Jeonghan which includes making deliveries for big fashion designers. That’s when you first meet him and you know that he’s exactly what you’re looking for.

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2812

Warning: Swearing

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter

These days, Seungcheol has a lot on his mind. From bills, to what to eat, to what other odd jobs he could complete today to make ends meet all jumbled in his mind. Despite this, he does try to keep his focus on one problem at a time. Right now, it was making this delivery on time. Since his motorbike was out of gas and he didn’t have the money to pay for it, he was riding his friend’s bike to get there on time. He thanked the universe for being athletic enough to bike fourteen blocks to where he needed to deliver this package.

Upon arriving, though he was out of breath, he quickly made his way into the office building before presenting the package to the secretary at the front. She quickly scanned it in and asked if he’d like to hand deliver it. She even offered to show him the way if he’d like.

Seungcheol shook his head. “I’m afraid I have other packages to deliver and if I hand delivered each one, I’d never get anything done.”

She nodded. “I completely understand. The only reason I ask is because a lot of delivery boys seem keen on hand delivering to the boss.”

Again, he shook his head. “I’m not sure anyone is that special that they need something like chiffon or organza hand delivered to them.”

The front desk secretary laughed. “Well I wouldn’t go telling her that, but I believe you’re right. Good luck today!”

He nodded before racing off. As he was running out of the door, a black Sedan pulled up to the front. Inside was the CEO herself, casually checking things off her to-do list. By sheer chance, she looked up right as he got on the bike and pedaled off. She was completely frozen in place.

“Miss?” Her driver, Mingyu, asked, looking at her with worried eyes from the rearview mirror.

Shaking her head, she snapped her to-do book closed and leaned in between the front two seats before pointing at the rapidly shrinking figure on the bike. “Follow him.”

“Miss-”

“Just do it! Please Mingyu!” She begged before leaning back in her seat. “I need to speak with him.”

With a small sigh, he nodded before pulling away from the building and speeding up to catch up with him. “As you wish, Miss.”

She let out a breathy thanks before staring at the boy on the bike. Almost seven months ago, her top male model walked out on her and embarrassed her in front of the biggest fashion show of that season. She was so torn up about it, that she didn’t make an appearance for that next season’s fashion show. She had spent months and months of time and money trying to find the perfect top male model for this season’s line. No one had matched her outrageous expectations and she was beginning to lose hope on ever reentering the elite fashion sphere she once ranked supreme.

That was until she saw this boy on a bike.

Though she didn’t know who he was or anything about him, she was determined to make him the next top male model of her company. She was out of options, especially since the fashion show was a week away. She needed practically anyone at this point. And she hoped, begged, prayed this was the man she was looking for.

The boy on the bike stopped at a small warehouse near the outskirts of the city and he was putting up the kickstand when the black Sedan rolled to a stop before him. A slight sliver of anxiety found its way into Seungcheol’s stomach, but he didn’t let it show. He made quick judgement of where easy exits were and made note to call for help if someone really was trying to kidnap him. But why would they follow him all the way to here? Despite being a bit far from the city, it was still pretty busy around these parts. Anyone could see them if they tried to nab him.

Just then, the owner of the company who also owned the warehouse stepped out. “Seungcheol! Need another load to take care of or are you going to slow down long enough for a quick lunch break?”

Despite his better judgement, he broke his stare with whoever was in the dark Sedan and glanced at his friend. “What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, Jeonghan, I can do another load. Just tell me what and where and I’ll get it done.”

“Um, excuse me?” A feminine voice called out from the black Sedan.

Both boys glanced over at the woman who was making their way over to them. Instantly Jeonghan perked up even more. He quickly rushed over to greet her while Seungcheol hung back, unsure of what to make of this strange woman who was trailing him moments ago.

“Mrs. Y/n! In person! I never thought I’d live to see the day!” Jeonghan gushed, practically bouncing from excitement. “I just want to say thank you so very, very, very much for your continued support as a loyal and valued customer. It always makes my day to see our fabrics being used for your designs. I have my favorite ones from the magazines saved so I know what kind of fabric you might need next.”

The woman smiled before bowing respectfully to him, making Jeonghan blush slightly. “Please, it’s thanks to your wonderful craftsmanship that my designs can be as immaculate as you make them sound. I wish there was more I could do to help, however. So if there is anything, anything at all, that I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask. I will be more than happy to offer my services to my best supplier.”

“Oh, no, please. You’ve already done so much for me! I couldn’t possibly ask you to do any more for me!” He answered quickly, giving an awkward chuckle. “You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

She gave a soft laugh before glancing over at Seungcheol. He narrowed his eyes at her, not out of malicious intent, but because he couldn’t quite figure her out. There was something that she was hiding. Clearing her throat, she asked Jeonghan, “I hate to be a bother to you and your divine company, but I do have a small favor to ask of you.”

“Yes! Anything! Say it and it shall be done.”

The woman gave another soft chuckle before turning to Seungcheol. He took a subconscious step back. “If I may, could I borrow your delivery man, just for a moment? There is something I wish to discuss with him. I promise not to impede on any of your business and if I do, I’ll pay full compensation with interest.”

Jeonghan looked between her and Seungcheol a couple of times before quietly asking, “Did he mess up the order? Did he destroy the fabric in any way, shape, or form? Because if he did, I’ll be sure to handle the situation accordingly and give you a full refund, no questions asked.”

She shook her head rapidly, making Seungcheol bite his lip. He didn’t like whatever they were talking about. She gently replied, “Oh no. The order was filled wonderfully, thank you. I just have some business I’d like to discuss with him, that’s all.”

Nodding, Jeonghan called out to his friend. “Hey, Cheol. Miss. Y/n would like to talk to you, if you don’t mind.”

He didn’t like where this conversation was going. Seungcheol answered with, “I would but I have another delivery to make for Jeonghan. I hope you understand, Miss. Y/n, but this order really does need to be filled right away.”

Jeonghan shook his head. “No, no. You two talk! I’ll get Chan to take care of this order. He needs something to do besides sitting on his ass all day.”

As Jeonghan laughed, Seungcheol rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure what to say since he already politely declined her offer. The only thing to do now was to actually go speak with her, which he didn’t want to do. Nevertheless, there was no way out of this one.

“Alright, we can talk. But then I really have to get back to work.” He explained.

She nodded before motioning for him to enter the car. “I completely understand. This hopefully won’t go any longer than twenty minutes, I promise.”

He nodded softly, before climbing into the back seat. She quickly rounded the other side of the car and entered herself. She simply told Mingyu to drive around for about twenty minutes before returning to the warehouse.

After rolling up the partition so Mingyu couldn’t eavesdrop, she turned to Seungcheol and started to explain her predicament to him. “Please forgive me, I know this is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I need you to listen. As you may or may not know, I’m one of the top fashion designers this side of Asia. Recently, my top male model walked out on me and for the past six months I’ve been searching fruitlessly for my next male model for this season. I have practically given up hope until I saw you deliver fabric to my office today. I know it’s a long shot but I just thought I’d ask if you could please be a model for my company. We’ll pay handsomely. Whatever you’re making now, multiply it by ten. That’s how desperate I am.”

Seungcheol sucked in his cheeks, unsure of how to respond. He really, really, really needed the money, especially considering he needed to scrape together almost a hundred dollars to make rent in three hours. But he was no model. He didn’t know the first thing about the profession. And Jeonghan has spoken very highly of Miss. Y/n before, plus she said so herself that she was one of the biggest fashion designers this side of Asia. He didn’t want to embarrass her or disparage her credibility by taking on the position with no knowledge. Besides, he knew it sounded bad, but he did think all models were stuck up, snobby rich kids who were more plastic than flesh.

“I don’t know…” He trailed off.

“Multiply your salary by fifteen or twenty! I don’t care about the money as long as you’re willing to help me with this one fashion show at least!” She begged, practically on her hands and knees.

A light dusting of pink touched his cheeks. “U-um, why?”

She bit her lip before responding, “When my last top male model walked out on me, he did it right before the biggest fashion show of that season. I lost everything: respect, clients, money, and other models I thought were loyal to my brand and to me. I have become the laughing stock of the industry for the last six months. I don’t want to give up on my dreams, especially since I’m still young, but if I have to take my leave, I want to give one last phenomenal performance before I do. You understand, right?”

He supposed he did. Losing everything can make a person desperate. He was a prime example of that. He was desperate for a stable job and income, more than measly scraps of food he could scrounge together, and an apartment that wasn’t falling to pieces. Her offer was incredibly enticing. The money could get him everything he wanted and more, even if it were just for one show. He could have it all if he just said yes.

“I don’t really think modeling is for me. I’m really, truly sorry, Miss. Y/n. I’m afraid my answer is no.” He sighed softly under his breath. He didn’t want to say no, but he wanted to earn the money through more honest means. Just walking around looking good didn’t sound like a very honest way to earn money.

Her sigh quivered as she nodded. “I understand. Thank you for your time at least. I’ll make sure to compensate you for the lost time on the job.”

“You really don’t-”

“Please.” There was a slight undertone of pain in her voice as she whispered. “It’s the least I can do for you. That, along with this.”

She pressed a business card into his hand. As he examined it, she rolled down the partition to tell Mingyu to head back to the warehouse. The ride back was silent and Seungcheol couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in his seat. He could see the pain reflected in her eyes from him turning her down. But what was he supposed to say? He couldn’t agree. It didn’t feel right. Yet he felt so bad for saying no. This was starting to feel like a Pride & Prejudice thing, except he was being too prideful and too prejudiced. This didn’t sit right with him.

When the car stopped, he got ready to leave when her dejected voice called out to him. “Just, just think about it, will you, please?”

He owed her that much, he knew that. Nodding, he answered. “I will. Thank you.”

As soon as the door shut, the car sped off, making him sigh. He flipped the card between his fingers, wondering if he made the right decision or not. Jeonghan placed a hand on his shoulder before offering him a plate of food. He gave a rather strained smile as he accepted it and followed him back into the warehouse to eat.

“So, what’d you two talk about?” Jeonghan smiled coyly at his close friend.

Seungcheol sighed, distraught. “One of her top models walked out on her recently-”

“Yeah, I heard about that.”

“-And she wants me to take his place, at least for this one show coming up.”

Jeonghan nearly choked on his lunch. “WHAT? What did you say? You said yes, right? You had to have said yes! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! My best friend is the next top model for Miss Y/n! My best friend is going to be so famous!”

“I didn’t say yes.” He sighed.

Instantly, Jeonghan froze before grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him violently. “WHY WOULD YOU SAY NO? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! THERE’S A SCREW LOOSE INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD ALRIGHT!”

Seungcheol had to forcefully remove his friend’s hands from his shoulders before explaining, “I said no because it didn’t seem right. Being paid thousands of dollars just to prance around a runway is not my ideal way of working for it. It’s pretentious and not real work. If I want to get paid that kind of money, I better be doing a very important job.”

“But it is a very important job!” Jeonghan whined.

“I fail to see-”

“Look.” He cut him off. “I know you think modeling is below your pay grade but what you’re doing here is definitely below your pay grade. You’re a hard worker and you’re reliable, loyal, patient, and determined. You can do anything you put your mind to and I know you’re meant for better things than being a glorified delivery boy for me. I’m not saying make modeling your career, but give it a chance. With however much she’s paying you, you can make a new start for yourself. Maybe go to school and learn something you’ve always wanted to or move to a better part of town and get your dream job. I hate saying do it for the money, but this is a time when you should. Money opens the doors to all the places your heart desires to go, you know.”

He sighed. “I suppose you’re right… I mean she did say she would multiply my current salary by twenty-”

Jeonghan smacked him in the back of the head. “I can’t believe you turned her down when she was being more than generous. You are literally the worst person ever.”

Seungcheol sneered at him. “Thanks. I’m glad I know how you really feel about me.”

“And it’s because I still care about you as a friend that I’m letting you blow off work to go call her and start working for her instead. Now go, before the opportunity slips past you.”

He was about to head to his office to his phone when he paused and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a good friend, you know that? A little unbalanced, but a good friend nonetheless.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. Now shoo already!”

Reaching the phone, Seungcheol carefully imputed the number before waiting for her to pick up. After three rings, a soft voice asked, “Hello?”

“Hello, Miss Y/n L/n? It’s Choi Seungcheol, the delivery boy you were talking to not too long ago. Is it too late to reconsider your offer?”

#Seventeen #Seventeen Fanfiction #Seventeen Oneshot #KPop #KPop Fanfiction #KPop Oneshot #Carat #Choi Seungcheol #Choi Seungcheol X Reader #Choi Seungcheol Fanfiction #Choi Seungcheol Oneshot #Choi Seungcheol Fluff #S Coups #S Coups X Reader #S Coups Fanfiction #S Coups Oneshot #S Coup Fluff #Rich #Rich AU #Oneshot #Fluff #Angst

[jaehyunjakee]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧’(ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴇꜱᴇᴜɴɢ)

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genre: fluff, smut

words: 2k

warnings: cussing, smut, mentions and consume of alcohol 

a.n.:

so I saw this edit:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFLDuKtH/

and when I tell y‘all I RAAN to my notes app.

I wrote this while listening to the morning by The Weeknd (same song in the edit) which the title is also based on, I can only recommend listening to this while reading for a better reading experience.

Enjoy ^^

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“fuck…,” you cursed to yourself while looking at your phone, taking a while to realize how late it already was due to the people moving their their way through the crowds of the roof terrace club, often pushing you on accident.

You were wearing one of the many expensive dresses you owned, the dress barely covering your legs, neither your cleavage, your hair perfectly falling to your shoulders.

Not only your clothes were expensive,

your perfume, jewelry, make up and heels were also all expensive as hell.

After all you weren’t wearing ordinary things for a reason.

Your dad was an extremely wealthy business man, you being his only daughter not making it better.

You always got everything you wanted.

No matter its price, your dad would buy you everything.

He was also eventually the reason you were able to attend such an event. There were also almost only rich people around, some of them having taken non-wealthy friends with them. But there were just a few.

He was right. Your boyfriend is not that much of a party animal and most of all not rich. It happened too often that whenever you tried to drag him to one of your rich-events, you couldn‘t convince him to accompany you. And even when he did, you could feel him getting more and more tense through-out the night.

Don‘t get me wrong, Heeseung is not socially awkward at all.

Quite the opposite, a part of you also fell for his confidence, not being able to hold yourself back sometimes because of the way he would speak only.

Heeseung would NEVER brag about something to anyone or even try to be intimidating.

It was just that he didn‘t feel right whenever he entered one of those events and you could always see the regret in his eyes.

Sometimes you were sure he was maybe even questioning your relationship, not feeling “rich enough” for you and bearing the fear of not being able to spoil you the way you would maybe want to be with him.

But that was exactly the reason you loved him so much.

You were used to people buying you things in order to make you happy. But when it came to your boyfriend, he’d always make you feel special in his own ways which were driving you crazy.

God, were you in love with him.

But that didn’t change the fact that it was already past midnight and you were still drinking even though you promised Heeseung to be already at home at this hour.

In fact, he didn’t mention anything about wanting you to arrive at home at a certain hour. You just felt bad for leaving him alone on a Friday night, though he told you to go, you still said that you won’t be staying long.

You frantically opened your contact list, as you would normally call your uber.

But as you were already sipping on your third drink, you accidentally called Heeseung without actually realizing.

You quickly ran into the restroom, waiting for your conversational partner to answer, only realizing who you’ve actually called after hearing a tired

 “You okay?”

Oh.

“Heeseung?” you said, still trying to register what just happened.

“are you drunk?” he asked, a small chuckle being audible right after.

“hmm, maybe…”

“you’re still there, aren’t you?”

Was he worried? Heeseung always had a 100% trust in you, otherwise he would’ve said something multiple times about your outfits.

Instead, he’d often scan your body, pulling you into his arms, telling you that he can’t wait to ruin you as soon as you get home when wanting to leave.

“why? miss me?” you asked teasingly.

“always”

You could feel the silly butterflies in your stomach even though you were drunk.

See?

“Should I pick you up?”

you hesitated for a few seconds, knowing that he was probably tired and already laying in bed.

But in the end the night was still young and you agreed.

“‘Kay”

“Address, honey,” he said after you went silent for a short while, his grin being audible through the phone.

“Right,” you quickly said, telling him were exactly you were.

“Stay inside the building, I’ll be there soon,” you heard him say while also hearing the sounds of his jacket and keys.

“mhm… bye Heeseung,” you said while grinning, being curious about what the rest of your night would look like.

“Bye, y/n, I love you”

“Love you too,” you finally said before hanging up.

You put your phone back into your purse and bit your lip looking up at your reflection while fixing your hair.

…

you were already standing in the huge lobby of the ground floor, having your coat already placed on your shoulders, waiting for Heeseung to arrive.

Your surroundings wouldn’t stop spinning, so you were leaning against a pillar, needing support so you won’t collapse onto the ground, the glances from the employees not making it better.

You weren’t too far away from the huge entry, the current conversations there not passing you unnoticed.

You flinched when you suddenly heard your boyfriend’s voice and he wasn’t clearly talking to himself.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you sir but the entry to this hotel is allowed for guests and owners only”

You drastically ran towards your boyfriend and hugged him tightly.

“Heeseung, finally!”

“He belongs to me, please be nicer to your “guests” and don’t let them wait outside in the chill,” you said as they both kept looking at you pretty confusedly.

You would’ve never said that if you weren’t already intoxicated, Heeseung slowly starting to grin again.

“I’m sorry ma’am, that was thoughtless of me. Have a safe ride home,”

“Au revoir!” you said before intertwining your boyfriend’s hand into yours and leaving the building to where his car was parked.

“Did you have fun?” Heeseung asked, looking down at you.

“Yes. But it would’ve been even better if you would’ve attended Hee,” you answered while looking up at him with puppy eyes.

God where you embarrassing.

Heeseung only chuckled.

“You’re cute, being all tipsy like that. How much did you drink?”

“Hmmm, let me count”

You were looking down at your free hand, trying to figure out how many you had.

“This much,” you held up three fingers grinning widely at Heeseung which made him chuckle even more.

“God, y/n. I thought we could maybe have a nice fuck session and while away the night…but I don’t know if this is still possible with you being all drunk like this”

“Nooooo, the reason I wanted to get home earlier was the same one. Please Hee, I still want you,” you said with puppy eyes again, your hand this time slowly stroking his manhood.

He quickly put your hand away and nervously scanned the area as you were already in the parking lot.

“Y/n!!! Not in public, holy shit”

“Why???”

“Get in the car” he said while holding the door already open.

You held the eye contact with him, pretending to be mad, both of you not being able to stop grinning.

…

When you arrived at Heeseung’s apartment, no one was there, the smell of fresh ramyeoun filling your nose.

“Did you cook??”

“I know you’re hungry baby, help yourself”

“Ugh, I love you, do you know that”

“You do?,” he asked teasingly before you slapped his shoulder.

You quickly got in, throwing you heels into a corner.

“Mh, you know, no matter how much I’m stuffing into my mouth right now, Mh, I’m still starving for something else,” you said, mouth full.

Heeseung grinned at your silly attempt to flirt and stood up.

“I’m gonna jump into the shower real quick, I’ll be right back”

You only smiled at him widely as your mouth was still full.

…

You had already taken off everything, being in your laced underwear only.

His appartement was always hot as hell and you werr already getting used to it as you were doing this from time to time.

You were laying on Hee’s bed, singing to yourself while waiting for him to finish his quick shower.

When he finally came out, you could feel the heat between your legs slowly growing.

You bit your lip and watched him drying his hair with a towel, another being wrapped around his torso.

You grew more impatient from second to second and you couldn’t resist it anymore.

Just as Heeseung was applying some kind of night creme you sighed.

“Ugh, can we please get to fucking, I’ve been waiting for almost 15 minutes now…”

Heeseung grinned at your boldness and closed the little tube.

“Sure you can take it?,” he asked teasingly, as he was hovering above you, his bulge already being pressed onto your core.

“Hee..please,” you sighed as your lips were almost touching, to the point where you could already feel his breath fanning against your mouth.

“Be quiet, or do you want Jake to hear?” he asked before pressing his lips onto yours.

Your eyes shot open and you parted yourself from him.

“Jake is here??!!” you almost shouted, Heeseung being quick to cover your mouth with his large hand.

“Shhhh. Of course dummy, it’s almost 2 am, he’s sleeping in his room”

You had no idea his roommate was there, you just didn’t realize that Jake would be sleeping at this hour cause you weren’t even looking at the clock anymore.

“He could’ve easily seen me. laying here. like this”

He chuckled.

“He won’t come in sweetheart, just be careful to not wake him up”

You probably wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place but you were so desperate already, you quickly leaned in and connected his lips with yours again, your legs wrapping tightly around his torso.

Both of you were quick to start grinding each other’s cores with each other, to the point where your little whimpers where already filling the room.

You desperately started rubbing his bulge with your hands, quickly pushing the wet towel away.  Heeseung felt you moving your panties aside, wanting to take him immedietely,

“No foreplay? Holy shit, how long have you been waiting?”

“The whole day, now please...”

He grinned and leaned down again, kissing you pationately.

...

When you woke up, feeling Heeseung’s naked body hugging you from behind, your heart dropped.

You barely remembered anything that happened later on in bed, the only thing you remebered being that you didn’t use a condom.

Which wasn’t bad, honestly, you were on birth control.

But you hated  the idea of not remebering a love act with your beloved boyfriend.

“overthinking?” Heeseung suddenly whispered tiredely.

You turned around to face him directly, being quiet at first.

He smiled at you and started brushing some hair strands out of your face.

“Was I...okay?” you aked, unsure of what tp think.

“You were going wild, for sure,” he said which made you gulp nervously.

“But don’t worry, it was great”

You smiled at him softly and leaned in for a kiss when you suddenly heard someone.

“Jesus Christ-”

Jake.

He quickly closed the door again and shouted,

“Sorry!”

Both you and Heeseung started giggling at the situation when Heeseung said,

“I love you so fucking much y/n. Please always remember that”

You were melting at his words.

“Aw, Hee baby, I will. I love you too”

“round 5?” Heeseung asked before you frowned.

“Four times!? And I can’t remember one-”

“I’ll make you remember it this time baby~”

...

#lee heeseung #enhypen x reader #enhypen heeseung #fanfic #fanfiction #enhypen smut #enhypen fluff #enhypen #smut #fluff #rich au #heeseung lee #enha #enha fluff #heeseung enhypen

[skzsauce01]

His Photographer

Description: Jisung runs into his college crush.

Warning: none

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: fem!reader x Han Jisung

Is that you? The girl with a camera around her neck. Could it be?

“Y/N?”

You turn around to face him, and he can feel his heart jump into his throat. It feels like the first time it has beaten. The first time since college, at least.

“Hey. You must be new,” he said, leaning against his door frame.

You turned around with two pillows in your arms and smiled. “Hi! I’m Y/N,” you greeted.

Jisung felt something in his stomach flip over and his eyes widened as he looked at you. “H-hi.”

Suddenly, something zoomed in behind him and karate chopped him in the head. The figure popped out his head with a grin. “Hi, I’m Hyunjin, your RA. You must be Y/N. I hope this rascal here didn’t do anything to creep you out. He’s our resident flirt.”

“Hey!” protested Jisung. “I don’t flirt around.”

“Are you blushing? That’s a first,” Hyunjin chuckled. He turned to you. “Well, welcome, Y/N. If you need anything, my room’s on your diagonal next to this guy.”

You thanked him with a bow and turned back to your cross-the-hall neighbor.

“He’s just joking,” Jisung insists, now standing up straight. “About me, I mean. You can still ask him for whatever you need. And me. You can ask me too.”

You laughed lightly at his flusteredness which made him wonder if he had ever truly heard laughter before now.

“I believe you,” you assured. “I’m sure people are just misinterpreting the charisma falling from your perfect locks.”

His hands unconsciously flew up to twirl the ends of his bangs as he watched you bow and disappear into your own room.

His hair is brushed to the side tonight, just like it had been that day and just like it has been every day since then.

“Jisung!” you greet, recognizing him. “Ah, wait. It’s President Han now, isn’t it?”

He chuckles. “Do we really need to be formal with each other?”

“I’m just proud of you. I still remember when I found out you were taking over the SK group. The news reached all the way over to England, you know.”

“Still, it’s a little odd hearing it from a friend. What about you? What have you been up to? I thought traveling across Europe was your dream, so what are you doing back here?”

You shrug. “It was, and it truly was amazing, but now that I’m older, I thought I should start settling down, so I came back. I’m mostly doing weddings and yearbooks and other small gigs now,” you tell him, patting your bag of camera equipment. 

Jisung nods, understanding. “You must have been lonely and risky, traveling from place to place. Knowing you’re back makes me feel better too. Call me if you need anything. I have a million phones now, but I’ve still kept my old number for personal use.”

“Thanks, Jisung. You always make me feel safe and at home. Even after all these years.”

He stares mouth open at your statements as you bring your camera up to adjust the lens.

He could hear your whimpers. They weren’t loud, and anyone else would have slept right through them, but Jisung had been tossing and turning all night since he heard about your flu. In fact, he has purposely been straining to hear any sign of distress coming from your room. 

His heart broke at the first groan, and he was on his feet by the second. 

“Y/N?” He knocked softly on your door. He could hear you struggling to sit up and took that as a sign to enter.

He thought your ghost was on your bed when he first entered. Your eyes were sunken and your cheeks hollow. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you apologized meekly.

“Goodness, Y/N!” He rushed to your side, helping you sit up fully. Your skin burned against his as he did so. 

“Have you taken medicine?” 

You shook your head, and he cursed softly before pulling out a pill from a pharmacy bag that he couldn’t help but pick up earlier today. 

“Ah,” he said, pressing it against your lips.

You did as told, but shrunk away when he pulled out the next item from the plastic bag: a cooling gel pack.

“Not that,” you whined, drawing your blankets closer to your chin.

“Y/N, you’re burning up,” he tried to reason.

All you did in reply was toss your covers over your head to hide from him. Jisung sighs and sits on your mattress to try to pull down the sheets. 

“I’ll get you juice,” he bargains.

You peek out your eyes, interested, before realizing, “You don’t have juice; you only get Americanos.”

“I bought some today. Come on, it’s orange.”

Hearing your favorite choice of beverage finally made you relent. With your eyes closed, you leaned towards him, bracing for the sharp sting of the cold.

Jisung’s breath hitched when he saw your expression. His eyes couldn’t help but wander a bit lower on your face, and his heart pounded in his ears.

Due to the wait, you opened your eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you regretting sharing your juice? You don’t have to; I know the cold gel is good for me.”

In a panic, he slapped the sheet on your forehead a little harder than he meant to. 

“No, I don’t mind. I bought it for you anyway,” he blurted.

You recoiled a bit and brushed off the apology that followed. “For me?”

“Uhh… yeah. Hyunjin told me you were under the weather. Anyway, I’ll, um, go get it now,” he stammered and rushed out of your room.

A half hour later, juice had been finished and Jisung’s tucked you back in.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, feeling the effects of the medicine.

He adjusts the sheets at your chin. “Of course,” he replied casually.

You shook your head to clarify, “It means a lot to me, really, to have someone here at my weakest moments. Mom always worked and Pa was gone, so we kids always fought each other for what little we had. I had nine siblings. If you ate slowly, even your dinner would be stolen from right under you.”

Jisung sat back down on your desk chair. “Well, you can relax now. Just focus on getting better. You have people who will take care of the rest now.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to overtake you. “Could you tell me a story?” you requested.

“A story? What kind?” he chuckled lightly.

“Hmmmm, yours?”

“Mine?”

You looked over at him. “Unless you’re not comfortable—”

He cut you off with a shake of his head. If there were a time he was comfortable, it would be with you.

He swiveled the chair closer and began. “I grew up… with more food that ends up in the dump than in a mouth. There were always more rooms than people and more cars than passengers. However, there was also always more fear than laughter, betrayal than trust, and hate than love.” He had a small smile when he looked over at you. “I’m not supposed to tell people this, but I have siblings too, just none that my father hasn’t paid to keep quiet and away from me. My mother always tells me that if I ever do anything to hurt her or the family’s image, Father will get rid of us and reclaim one of his other sons.”

You bit your lip, fully turned towards him now, and snuck a hand out from under the covers. You took his hand in yours, surprising him.

“I’m okay, really,” he assured.

“I know,” you murmured sleepily. “You’re strong, Jisung.”

“Thank you.” He swallows a nervous lump. “You do too.”

Something clicks as you adjust your equipment. “Can you show me where the birds are?”

“The roasted chicken?”

You roll your eyes with a laugh. “The doves, silly.”

Jisung shrugs innocently. “Who knows, you’re always thinking about food.”

“We’re having steak tonight anyway, not chicken.”

“Aha! So you are thinking about dinner.”

You laugh and swat his arm. He too smiles softly. Your smile was and always will be what he treasures most.

“Say what you want,” you dismiss, “but we’re having beef, and that’s all that matters.”

“Hyunjin. Truth or dare?”

The RA made a dramatic reaction to the question. “Should I choose truth? Or should I go with dare?”

“Just choose one,” the other residents of the hall complained.

Jisung leaned over to his friend. “Choose dare.”

“Okay, okay. I chooooose… truth!”

Jisung rolled his eyes humorously as Hyunjin mocked him.

“Lame, I was going to make you eat eggplants,” the asker tched. “What is the worst part about your job?”

“Having to wake up when some of you forget your keys in the middle of the night,” he answered easily.

People shame the asker for his lame question, but Hyunjin quiets them down.

“Okay, my turn,” he announced. He scanned all his hall residents through slit eyes until he landed on his neighbor. “Jisung…”

“Dare.”

“I didn't even finish asking the question!”

Jisung quickly sticks out his tongue. “Well?”

Just then, someone shouted, “I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl!”

Jisung immediately froze at the prompt. Given his popularity, some of the girls also murmured in excitement and voiced approval for the dare.

Seeing the response of the room, Hyunjin rolled with it. “Well, you heard them.”

Jisung sighed and stood in the middle of the circle. He looked at Dami, and she fluffed her hair and puffed out her chest. She was the heiress of CUBE, one of SK Group’s biggest clients. Beside her, others shuffled around too with vain hope. 

Jisung knew what he should do. He knew what he had to do, but he couldn’t help but steal one glance at you. You smiled encouragingly, and it was all over for his resolve.

Jisung sighed again and stepped forward until he was before you. He apologized with his eyes before taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.

The room fell dead silent immediately after in shock. Jisung dove back to his spot, unable to look at anyone, especially you. After a while, Dami scoffed and turned to walk away with her posse right behind her. Hyunjin awkwardly announced the end of game night, and people quickly scurried away. He gave Jisung a solid pat on the shoulder and too headed for his room.

“Jisung?” 

Your voice lifted his head up. At this point, he realized everyone but you had left.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I probably made Dami hate you now.”

You shook your head. “It’s alright. I’m flattered, actually. So thank you.” You again smiled at him which washed away any of his regrets. “But you should probably make things right with Dami still for your own sake.”

“What if I don’t want to?” 

You raise a brow. “You don’t want beef? What would you like instead?”

Jisung turns a corner and opens a door, presenting to you a pair of white birds. “Fancy chicken?”

You scoff, “No, Jisung, no.”

He smiles as you walk past him to take a few pictures of the doves. Just then, a female voice can be heard from the hall.

“Jisung!”

He looks at you to signal his leave before stepping out. “Yes, Mother?”

“The ceremony is about to begin. You wouldn’t want to keep CUBE’s director waiting for her groom, would you?”

He can see you from the altar. He can still distinctly see you despite the crowd and the spotlight. He can also hear everyone waiting for his answer and feel his hands growing sweatier and sweatier against his bride’s. He sees you raising your camera to your eyes.

“I…”

SNAP!

~ ad.gold Fun fact: I came up with the premise of this a while ago while on Ritalin in a PET scan for a study. probably should have written this while all that dopamine was still floating around cause i felt like it was a lot better then, but i decided to go cut some sheep brains instead lol. go to a research school, yall. you get paid to sleep for two hours while they shoot colorful sugar up your arm.

#jisung #han jisung #stray kids #jisung fic #han fic #stray kids fic #han angst #jisung angst #stray kids angst #skz fic #skz #skz angst #rich au #stray kids imagine #jisung imagine #skz imagine #fem!reader #20220623

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

Rich Au- Percy edition

I have been watchin Gossip Girl non-stop and I know have a whole au mapped in my mind about Rich PJO. Hope you enjoy and us always my prompt list is pinned and the ask box always open <3

He is the son of Sally Jackson and famous business owner Poseidon.

His father is one of the most powerful shipping magnates in the world and often addressed as ‘Captain’ by many of his associates.

He was born six months after his father was engaged to his wife Amphitrite, a Greek heiress.

For the first years of his life he didn’t know who his father was, even though he helped out him and his mother financially.

But right before he went to preschool, Poseidon started showing up a lot, and spending time with him.

Amphitrite didn’t mind Percy as she knew that Poseidon was married to her, and Sally had gotten pregnant before they even met.

But Sally continued to stay in her two bedroom apartment and enrolled Percy in the primary close to their house.

Poseidon had a lot to say on that matter as he could pay for the best schools. Sally won on that.

After he finished primary school, Poseidon insisted that Percy should attend a very classy boarding school outside New York that all of the children of rich people in New York attended.

There he met Annabeth whose mother is a famous architect and has designed the majority of New York’s skyscrapers.

The first time they met, Annabeth spoke over him the entire lesson and intimidated him. That was the moment he knew that he wanted Annabeth to be his friend as the girls in his previous school were never so powerful and dynamic.

Grover became Percy’s first real best friend and roommate. Grover was also really close with Annabeth, so he played a big part in the two of them becoming friends. (Thank you Grover!)

When they were 17, Percy and Annabeth started dating :)

After he finished school, he took a gap year and travelled around the world to think what he wanted to do with his future. He had never been too passionate with something other than the sea. After he finished travelling he went back to New York and applied to Yale, the university Poseidon had gone too as well where he majored in business with a minor in shipping finance.  

In the meantime, he and Annabeth continued dating and after Percy finished Yale they moved in together.

Poseidon offered Percy a good position to work next to him and told him that if he worked hard, the empire would be his after he retired.

Percy actually enjoyed working in his father’s company as he had a lot to learn from him.

When they were 26, he proposed to Annabeth, and they got married soon after.

They were both crazy workaholics, so they put a lot of effort in their townhouse in Upper East New York so that they could easily unwind each weekend.

When the renovations are done, Annabeth finds out that she is pregnant. So, she and Percy 9 months later they welcome Alexander Achilles Jackson into the world.

When Alex is one, Poseidon steps down from his position making Percy in charge. He also bought his grandson a yacht.

P&A are pretty sure that they don’t need another kid as they want to be able to give all of their attention to Alex.

A week after that conversation Annabeth is pregnant with their daughter Carolyn.

#percy jackson fic #percy jackson #percy and annabeth #percabeth #percy jackson headcannons #hoo #pjo #rich au

[reimensunsphere]

New au of Reimen's au. It's a rich au. Yes, if Reimen was rich. He would spoil Filbo ISTG.

#bugsnax #bugsnax au #bugsnax art #bugsnax meme #bugsnax memes #digital doodle #bugsnax journalist #bugsnax filbo #rich Au #quick doodle

[bangtanintotheroom]

Anon, you (and I) wanted more SM posts? Here you go 😝💖

#drink champagne in my airplane #sm posts #rich au #jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok x y/n #jung hoseok x you #j hope x reader #j hope x y/n #j hope x you #bts #bts fic

[neeino]

au stuff

#me #jace #damion #dd bailed au #bailed au #rich au #dd rich au #my art #art #traditional art #doodle #doodles #full body #2023 #damon

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。yours, always yours

synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his

— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)

— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!

— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys

satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.

“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.

“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”

“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.

“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”

“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.

he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”

“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”

“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”

“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”

“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.

“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”

“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”

“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.

even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”

“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.

satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.

he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.

you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.

so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?

and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.

you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.

satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.

he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.

“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”

“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”

“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”

“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.

everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.

because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.

“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”

he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”

“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”

“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”

“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”

“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.

you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.

“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.

“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.

“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”

“got it,” you nod furiously.

“got what?”

“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”

“always yours, toru! always yours—please, please j-just…”

“just what?” he raises a brow.

“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.

he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.

your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.

“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”

“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”

“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”

“say you love me,” he demands.

it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”

and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.

and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.

satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.

“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”

“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”

he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.

it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.

he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.

satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.

when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”

“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.

“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”

and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.

it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.

and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.

“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”

“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”

“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”

“how long do you plan on being mine?”

“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”

“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”

“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”

“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”

“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.

“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”

dabitee anon. are u seeing this. did u see the satoru who cums too fast. did u see it. report back if u saw this. i repeat, dabitee anon report back if you see this

#teepods.writings #thirstee! #rich boy! au #fics. #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo angst #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

[godsmenusuperbowl]

I Pimp You ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: With all the money in the world, it was hard for you to find someone who loved you for you. However, after meeting Chan, you think you’ve finally found the one. However, will he still stay with you after he realizes just how much money you have?

Pairing: Bang Chan X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1270

Warning: The title is a bad representation of this story. It’s really cute and lovely.

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Based off the Alice Francis song I Pimp You

You gave a nervous smile as you pressed your back firmly against the doors behind you to your apartment, your hands on the handles. “You promise not to freak out?”

Chan shook his head, giving you a bright smile to try and ease your frazzled nerves. “Of course I won’t. I told you that you didn’t have to be ashamed of anything with me. It’s going to be okay.”

“Just keep that thought in mind, okay?” You weren’t trying to scare him off, it’s just hard to tell someone you really love that you’re one of the richest heiresses in the world. Nevertheless, he promised you that he loved you more than anything, which gave you some scrap of confidence to show him the penthouse that your parents gave you on your twentieth birthday.

Just like ripping off a band-aid, you pushed open the doors behind you and the lights in your penthouse raised to display the sleek, modern, chic interior design your mother insisted upon for your place. You gauged his reaction carefully, hoping you weren’t overwhelming or scaring him too much. It’s a lot to take in, just how much money you had access to. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, making your stomach churn.

“Wow.” He breathed.

“I know, I know, it’s too much.” You sighed to yourself, mentally cursing your parents for going overboard as they always did. “Frankly, when I said I wanted my own place, I was thinking more of a small two bedroom apartment. But my parents like extravagance and excess and insisted on a whole floor dedicated to me in one of their many apartment complexes and they don’t like being told no.”

Chan slowly entered the penthouse, careful not to touch anything, as if he was afraid he might break something. You winced internally at his cautious behavior, afraid that your worst thoughts were coming true. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with all of this, yet he looked so nervous, which in turn made you nervous. “Yeah, I guess.”

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you asked, “Are you okay?”

He hesitated before giving a small nod. “Sorry, it’s just, it’s a lot to take in.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Shaking his head, Chan gently took your hands in his and gave you that smile that you loved the most, making a small smile appear on your face. Pressing soft kisses to your knuckles, he spoke, “Hey, don’t be sorry for the family you were born into. Besides, it’s just like I said before, it’s all going to be okay. You don’t have to be ashamed for having all this money. I fell in love with who you are as a person, not your money.”

Your smile only grew at his words and you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I gave you the grand tour, would you?”

“That sounds like a great idea.” He nodded grinning widely.

Taking his hand, you started to drag him all around the penthouse, showing him all the little places you loved most. You showed off your little nook tucked into a window where the best view of the city was, in your opinion. You showed him your studio where you danced and made your own music, which you gave him permission to use if he couldn’t make it to the studio at JYP. Finally, you brought him to your piece de resistance.

“This is my favorite place in the whole penthouse, but you can’t tell anyone about it.” You made him cross his heart as you stood in front of the double doors.

He chuckled, making an X over his heart. “Cross my heart and everything.”

With that, you pushed open the doors to probably the biggest walk-in closet he’s ever seen. Again his jaw dropped at all the clothes and jewelry and other assorted accessories on display. You beamed, seeing the corners of his mouth twitch up ever so slightly.

“The reason why I like this room so much is because I love just wearing my fancy clothes and dancing around in my studio. I just have a lot of fun playing dress up. This is the one thing I don’t mind having too much of.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Chan teased, making you laugh and awkwardly scratch the back of your neck.

You showed off some of your favorite outfits and he made you model all of them for him. He even played some music from his phone and the two of you danced together in your closet. You no longer felt ashamed of your money, as long as he was in your arms. This was the best moment of your entire life.

As he skimmed through the racks, looking for another outfit for you to try on, he paused. “What are these?”

When you saw what he was looking at, your smile dropped and your cheeks burned bright red. “Ah, um, yeah. Well, when I told my parents that I had a boyfriend, they decided to spoil you too. Those are yours.”

Chan’s eyes widened yet again as he looked through the expensive shirts and suits. “M-M-Mine?”

You nodded slowly and bit your lip. “Yeah. Sorry. I can take them back if-”

“Do you, um, mind if I try something on?”

It took you a second to comprehend his reaction before you nodded with a shy smile. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, if you want to. You can change outside of the closest if you like.”

While he changed into one of the new suits, you took your time to find the outfit that you had tucked away for special occasions. All your life, you were told that everyone should have one outfit that makes them feel powerful, sexy, and comfortable. Basically something that you only save for special occasions. Of course, yours was probably the most expensive thing in this entire closet, but that’s not important. You believe this occasion is special enough for you to put it on and take it for a spin.

As you were adding the matching jewelry, Chan walked back into the closet, adjusting the ruby cufflinks on the suit. You gasped almost dropping the necklace in your hand when you saw him in the mirror. He looked stunning and so mature, making your heart beat erratically. If what you were wearing was your special occasion outfit, then this must be Chan’s. You almost didn’t think it was him until he blushed bright red at your reaction and he covered his face with his hands to give a nervous chuckle.

“You look absolutely extraordinary, Channie!” You gushed, making your way over to him to get a better look. You gently pulled his hands away from his face to give him an encouraging smile. “Seriously! I almost didn’t recognize you at first! You look absolutely marvelous!”

“Not as marvelous as you.” He smiled before taking the necklace out of your hand and gently clasping it around your neck for you. “There. Now you look perfect.”

Smiling, you replied cheekily with, “Not as perfect as you.”

As Chan’s cheeks darkened, you couldn’t suppress a laugh, making him crack a smile. When your laughter subsided, you gave a wistful sigh before saying, “Are you sure this isn’t too much for you? I don’t want to overwhelm you. I can’t promise my parents won’t if you ever meet them, considering they do love spoiling people with their money…”

“No, it’s fine.” He breathed, brushing his lips against yours, making you shiver. “You are enough and that’s all that matters to me.”

#Stray Kids #Stray Kids Fanfiction #Stray Kids Oneshot #KPop #KPop Fanfiction #KPop Oneshot #Stay #Bang Chan #Bang Chan X Reader #Bang Chan Fanfiction #Bang Chan Oneshot #Bang Chan Fluff #Chris #Chris X Reader #Chris Fanfiction #Chris Oneshot #Chris Fluff #Rich #Rich AU #Oneshot #Fluff

[bigfatbreak]

For the Viceroy AU, how does Tom figure out Gabriel was the one responsible?

#dad villain au #my art #charity ball arc #tom dupain cheng #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #kagami tsurugi #felix fathom #gabriel agreste #viceroy #all he had to do was gather the rich elite of paris and set a trap honestly #once he figured out Hawkmoth was rich it was a matter of luring the fuckhead out into a vulnerable position #and Gabriel with zero power; just a human man; would of course react violently to the images of his nemesis #he's got no leash left on anyone so he had to lash out lmao

[kpop-bg-roleplay]

No worries! 3rd person is perfect actually.

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“Well,” My gaze lowers to the countertop as I briefly ponder. “we can go for a walk in the garden? I think I saw a pool if you want to swim too.” I swirl what is left in my tea cup. “It’s a nice day to do anything outside really~” I tilt my head back to drink the last of my tea.

...we are going to ignore that it took me over a year to respond-

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A swim? A swim sounded good. Nodding his head as he went to pour himself another mug of peppermint, Jake's mind travels to warm days at the beach with his friends, swimming and generally mucking about - as young lads do.

He wonders whether Eunha would be so inclined as to join him to the beach during the summer.

"I could get some of the staff to make us a picnic too? It really is nice out.

#xxatinyminionxx #enhypen #jake #x y/n #rich au #vampire au

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Cat Herders’ Day & National Wear Your Pearls Day & Underdog Day

Person A is a crazy cat person who has a large fortune and no direct descendants, but a great deal of distant family who are trying to get close to them for their fortune, hoping to be listed in their will. One day, when one of their distant niece/nephews is visiting them with their children in toe, trying to force a relationship between their kids and Person A, Person A notices one of the kids the cats really like, a child mostly ignored by their parent and their siblings. Person A offers to let the child, Person B, who does well with the cats and who the cats cozied up to immediately, visit them. Their niece/nephew seems shocked, but agrees eagerly. Person B doesn’t speak for the first several visits, which Person A doesn’t mind, telling Person B about their cats while Person B is visibly listening closely. Years pass and Person B slowly opens up to actually communicating with Person A, but when they're a teenager, Person B runs away from home and shows up at Person A’s door because of their stressful home life due to being the odd child to their parents and siblings and who their parents were nagging them about asking Person A for money, which Person B didn’t want to do - since they love visiting Person A and didn’t want to be not allowed to visit Person A and their cats anymore.

#mod poss #creative writing #writing prompt #writing #prompt #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #story prompt #creative writing prompt #ficinsp #alternate universe #plots and prompts #obscure holiday prompt #family au #wealthy au #rich au #pet owner au #cat au #children au #runaway au

[notafunkiller]

tying you to me

Summary: When your boss, Bucky, apologizes for being rude to you once again, things take an unexpected turn.

Pairing: boss!Bucky Barnes x marketing director!female reader

Warnings: 18+, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, sir kìnk, breasts insecurity, protected séx, bøndage, a little degrading, praising kìnk, language, implied aftercare, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 5.2K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I really hope you'll enjoy it!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

He’s well aware he went too far. He noticed right when he finished talking and took a look at you, but what is said is said. And the last thing he wants is Steve annoying him about the meeting.

“I don’t question the way you deal with employees, do I?” Bucky snaps, tired and really wanting this day to be over.

“What has gotten into you? What bothers you so much about her? I just don’t get it.”

Bucky sighs deeply, rubbing his hand across his face in frustration. “It’s not just one thing,” he mutters, his tone weighed down by a mix of tiredness and anger. “It’s a culmination... She’s fucking impossible.”

“Bucky, I get you’re upset, but taking it out on her isn’t fair. She did an incredible job, but you didn’t even listen to her. What’s really going on here?”

“I feel like she’s not seeing the bigger picture. We disagree constantly, and it’s making things difficult. Maybe I overreacted, but it’s been building up for a while.” Bucky leans in as he speaks, with his shoulders slightly hunched forward. His voice carries an edge that Steve notices immediately. He knows there is something about you that affects Bucky, but he can’t quite put the finger on it. Ever since he hired you, Bucky’s been angry with him too, which has happened only two or three times over twenty years of friendship.

“I can see this is really affecting you, Buck. If there’s something personal or if my decision to bring her on board has caused you any discomfort, talk to me. I just wanna make sure everything’s okay between us.”

He leans back a bit, surprised. “Personal? No, it’s not… it’s not about that,” he stammers, searching for the right words. There’s a subtle shake of his head, almost as if he’s trying to dismiss his own thoughts. He wishes there was a personal connection so badly that it messes with his head…

“Then what is it? I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions. I know you hate when things are not under your control, but I made the right call to hire her. And you were really unfair to her, look,” Steve waves around as he speaks, and Bucky turns to look at you through the glass door. You’re still there… working. “She’s not just smart and creative, but also ambitious and hard working. I know how much you value this as well.”

“I didn’t mean to come off unfairly. It’s just…” Bucky sighs, moving to shift his gaze back to Steve. “Our ways clash, and it’s hard to manage it. I value her skills, but finding a middle ground seems impossible sometimes.”

“Look, Buck, I understand it’s tough, but it’s important to listen to her ideas too,” Steve responds, his voice carrying a firm yet empathetic tone. “Today? You didn’t even look over the outlines. Try giving her ideas a chance or just suggest new things without trashing all of her work. You’d be offended too.” He pauses, and Bucky’s focus is back on you. His eyes narrow slightly, studying your determined expression as you delve into whatever you are working on that he dismissed today. And for a few seconds a pang of guilt flickers across Bucky’s expression, which Steve immediately catches. He clears his throat and continues. “I understand it’s not easy to step back and apologize, but it’s not about who’s right or wrong. And, to be honest, you were wrong anyway. It’s about ensuring a healthy workplace.”

“I appreciate your perspective, Steve,” he begins with a calm voice. “But I don’t think it would make a difference.” His gaze briefly flickers towards you before returning to Steve.

“Trust me, it’ll make a difference, not just for her but also for the team. Give it a shot.” Steve smiles, patting him on the chest before standing up. “I’ll leave you to it. It’s so late.”

“Alright, lovebird, off to your nest?” Bucky teases. “Natasha’s waiting for her captain. Better not keep her waiting too long.”

Steve chuckles. “Well, someone’s got to keep the romance alive around here. Good night.”

“Night...”

*

The audacity of this man is unbelievable. After all that shit he pulled on you today, he has the nerve to order your food! He’s the reason why you’re still working at eight pm instead of lying on your couch.

You are so close to crying out of exhaustion and anger, but you won’t give him this satisfaction. And you won’t eat his food.

“Are you seriously gonna starve yourself?”

“I’m not hungry,” you retort, your voice sharper than intended as you give him an annoyed look.

Bucky’s expression softens instantly, a hint of concern flickering across his face. “Come on, you’ve been working the whole day” he insists, trying to reason with you. “You need to eat something. Did you even drink water?”

You shake your head weakly.

“Look, I-”

“If you don’t like Pizza, I can grab you something else.”

You raise your hand, waving around. “I appreciate it, but I’m fine. I’ll eat something when I get home.”

The idea of accepting anything from him like this feels wrong. You don’t want his pity.

“Stubborn as ever,” he sighs, muttering under his breath, and you look up to meet his gaze. For a moment, there’s a silent understanding between you, an unspoken acknowledgment of the tension lingering from earlier.

What did Steve tell him to make him actually try to have a decent conversation?

“Look, sir,” you say through your teeth. “I don’t want your pity. I appreciate your concern, but I’ll manage. I just need to finish this.”

“This isn’t about pity.” His tone is firm. “You’re exhausted, and I’m just trying to help.”

“I said I’m fine. I’ll be done with these.” You lift your papers to emphasize. “And get home.”

“You’re not fine!” he shoots, surprising you. “And you’re too stubborn to see it!”

You’ve never seen him screaming before. Even when he is angry, he’s always the silent type.

“Don’t you dare!” you fire back all of a sudden, unable to hold back. If you’ll get fired, at least you should speak your mind properly. You can’t take more of this. He can’t step on you without consequences. “You are the reason why I am here anyway. Don’t play the concerned hero, just take your food and eat it...” You pause for a second before sarcastically adding. “Sir.”

“This isn’t just about the food, is it?” Bucky’s voice softens slightly despite his impulse to raise his voice again. “It’s about the meeting.” You keep looking him in the eyes, not denying the obvious. Of course it’s about the meeting. “Look, I am sorry, I know I should have handled things differently, but I’m trying to make it right.”

“You think a wannabe apology and food make everything okay?” You ask bitterly, standing up. “You humiliated me, Mr. Barnes. You didn’t even hear me out, you didn’t even listen to my ideas, what the team and I managed to do in the last few months. You disrespected them too! And I don’t get it...” You hate how tall he is. How perfectly his suit is ironed. How nice his hair is. Fuck him! “Ever since Steve hired me, you refused to communicate with me. It’s like you have decided who I am and what I’m worth without even giving me a chance, without acknowledging my efforts and results!”

“That’s not true,” he begins, trying to defend himself even though you both know you are right. “I made a mistake, I admit it, but I want to fix it.”

“A mistake?” You laugh humorlessly. “For months you’ve been treating me like shit, excuse my language.” You shake your head. “Actually I don’t. You should be the one apologizing! You look at me as if I am a scum, as if my presence bothers you. I come to you only when I have to, and you act as if I want to waste your time. Well, I wasted mine for months in this company. With you!”

Bucky snaps, feeling the frustration taking over him. “My decisions are based on what’s best for the company. It’s nothing pers-”

“That’s just a bullshit excuse to maintain the status quo!” you interrupt him, the tension escalating. You don’t care about this job anymore. Whatever will happen, let it happen. “You’re a stuck-up asshole, resistant to change and blind to new perspectives! My perspectives only, to be clear.” You see him clenching his jaw before his left hand covers his jaw. Oh, he’s angry. Good! “And it’s not even out of misogyny since you get along just fine with Shuri. So what is it? What is it, Mr. Barnes, that makes you hate me?”

“It’s not about you,” he insists, his voice strained with the effort to keep calm. “It’s about maintaining stability. It’s about-”

“Bullshit! You’re threatened by anything that challenges your authority! You’re just frustrated and insecure. You’re scared that someone else can do better things in their own way. You’re just a tyrant! I don’t know how Steve is friends with you. He’s such a great man, and you’re a dick.” You laugh. “God, I wanted to tell you this for so long. And if it’s not clear, I fucking quit!”

You’d smile widely if it wasn’t for his snort.

“You’re not quitting,” Bucky’s voice is low, but you still hear it.

He doesn’t believe you, clearly. But he will because you’re not joking or backing off. You can’t take another humiliation session, especially when you did nothing to deserve it. As much as you admire Bucky’s intelligence and company policies, he’s a fucking douchebag. To you.

“Watch me,” you retort instantly. Your heart starts racing as he takes another step toward you. He’s so close that you only need to get on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“No, you’re not quitting. And you’re not walking out that door until we settle this.”

“Settle what, Barnes? Your ego?” You try to maintain your composure, but the closeness makes it hard for you to focus.

He sighs, and your eyes find his lips again. They are pink and wet from his tongue. If only he was less of an asshole and not your boss, maybe you would...

“This isn’t just about me and my authority.”

“Then what is it?” You're confused.

“It’s about you challenging everything I’ve built here,” he admits, looking straight into your eyes.

“And you can’t handle that?” Your voice is filled with sarcasm, but for once he doesn’t focus on that.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Then make it simple, Mr. Barnes.”

“I... I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Deal with this... with you.”

“Deal with me?” You puff. “You’re insufferable, I am the one who has to deal with you and your constant checkups. With your: that’s not good enough, that needs to be changed, do this, do that over and over again.” You mimic his patronizing tone. “You don’t give me real suggestions-”

“I just... struggle with change.”

“And I’m the change you can’t handle?” The question hangs heavy between you, and his eyes drop to your lips this time.

“You challenge me,” he admits, his voice barely above the whisper. “You and your crazy ambition, your undying dedication, and your incredible ideas...” He pauses just to take a deep breath. “I feel like I’m suffocating every time I look at you.”

“Suffocating?” You roll your eyes. “How am I suffocating you? Just because I have an opinion and give you arguments-”

“I am fucking attracted to you, woman!”

You shake your head. He cannot just pull this lie and expect you to fall for it as if you are dumb. “Yeah, sure. Can you be a man for once and fucking take responsibility for your real thoughts and feelings? Just admit that you hate me!”

“Jesus Christ, are you that blind? For a woman so perceptive, you surely don’t see what’s right in front of you.”

You feel the anger take over your whole body. “Fuck you!”

“I wish! This is the whole point, the whole fucking point...”

“You want to fuck me for real?” You gasp, surprised and take a step back so you can look at him properly. He doesn’t seem to be joking.

“Deadly serious. And no matter how many times I tried to push this desire away, it just doesn’t work. You suffocate me. I imagine taking you all over my desk and couch. I imagine so many things, and I cannot focus.”

Before you can stop yourself, you slap him on the face lightly. Your palm is itching and gets red instantly, but you don’t care. As much as the info makes you happy, the context makes you super angry.

“So my team and I had to be humiliated just because you’re mad you want to get laid?”

“W-what? No!”

“No?”

“No. I deserved that,” he says referring to the slap. “But I meant what I said earlier. These are separate things.”

You cover your face with both your hands, not knowing what to say. What can you say? What should you think?

“I am sorry,” he sighs, and you hear him slowly walking away from you. “I should have said nothing. I am sorry. Please, don’t quit. You won’t have to work with me or even see me after this. Steve can take over, and you like him. I apologize not only for this, but also for my lack of… skills. I should have been more open to your ideas. And about tonight, I will wait for the HR email. I am sorry once again.”

Your head is spinning with all the things he’s just said. He wants you, but he’s also a bitch who cannot handle other opinions.

But you also want him. And you’ve wanted him despite how annoying he was. And he’s genuinely apologizing.

“Fuck it,” you whisper before going straight to him, pulling him by his tie toward you to kiss him.

He doesn’t hesitate at all, bringing his hands to your ass so you can feel each other better as he deepens the kiss instantly.

You shamelessly try to thrust your hips up a little as you let go of his tie, and his tongue feels like heaven in your mouth. His moan is low and hot, but you don’t let him breathe more than a second before you kiss him again, making sure to grab his hair and pull with force.

“Fuck me, Barnes. Fuck me right fucking now.”

He groans in your mouth once again, and you shiver.

“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna fuck you so well you won’t remember or think about anything else but my cock for days.” You instantly drop your hands so you can reach for his pants. Unbuckling them isn’t hard, but the zipper gets a little stuck, so Bucky has to finish the job for you.

“God, James,” you moan at the sight. “You’re leaking.”

He’s not embarrassed by this at all. On the opposite, he grabs his briefs too and pulls them down, letting them fall along with his pants.

You’re staring, but you can’t help it. His cock is so hard, and it even twitches as he grabs it to show it to you. It’s so thick.

“For you. This is all for you.”

Without waiting for a response, he suddenly grabs your shirt by the front placket and rips it in two. The buttons fly everywhere, one almost hits him in the face, but you don’t care. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. He’s so hot!

“Oh god, James,” you whisper, unclasping your bra before he can destroy it. It’s your best one, and you still need it.

“Yes,” he groans at the sight of your breasts, but you cannot ignore the wave of self-doubt that takes over you. They’re a little bigger than they should be for your height, so the sight is not the prettiest, in your opinion. This has always been an insecurity of yours, and even more after your last boyfriend made sure to emphasize this before you broke up. But Bucky seems fascinated. With his eyes glued to them and his mouth semi-open, he leans in, bringing his hands to both of your breasts before cupping them. You get goosebumps as he folds them eagerly, and you hear him groan when they spill over as soon as  he tries to pull them together.

“James!”

But it’s like he can’t hear you, too engrossed in watching your nipples hardening even more, and before you tell him what you wanted to, you feel his wet mouth sucking in one of your nipples.

You’re taken aback, so he uses his gloved hand to make you stop moving by placing it on your waist firmly.

He’s suckling at this point, making low whimpers as he’s looking at you.

You swear you never saw a more beautiful man in your whole life. His blue eyes are hypnotic.

“F-fuck,” you curse, bringing your fingers to his hair. You need to grab something before you fall.

He switches to the other nipple, and you feel yourself throbbing. You need his cock so much. You need his mouth... you need him to make you come. And you want to do the same to him. He’s driving you crazy.

“F-fuck me! RIGHT NOW.” You’re screaming, but he’s not surprised, rather amused as he takes his mouth off your breasts with a pop.

“Easy there, you sound quite desperate,” he giggles as if he’s just made the funniest joke ever. You are desperate.

“Fuck me or I’ll finish myself off, and you won’t be able to touch me as I do. Your choice.”

You know he doesn’t like or do ultimata, but you have no alternative. You crave to be taken on his desk as hard as he can go.

“How can I fuck you if you still have your pants on?” He asks you extremely calmly, and you’re shocked. You expected a more... intense reaction. “Earth to you?” He waves his hand when he sees you zoning out.

“You didn’t take them off.”

“I don’t take your clothes off, love.” He smirks. “I rip them, so if you want them intact, you better do it yourself.”

You nod, enjoying how raspy his voice is, and take them off without looking away from his cock. Not that he could stop staring at your breasts. His eyes are glued to your nipples. Your underwear falls, and only when you step out of the pool of clothes and finally free your legs from the high heels, he brings his hand to your pussy.

“Oh God, look at this… drenched!”

You moan, moving a little into his palm as if you’re trying to ride it. You need him so badly.

“James-”

“I know.” He smiles, spreading your lips more. “I know. So needy, my poor baby needs her cock so she can relax.”

You whimper loudly as you close your eyes. “Take me, sir. Make me your little fuck toy. Take out your frustrations. You can... you can show me how I was wrong for quitting by fucking me until I feel your cock every time I walk. I need to,” you moan again as you keep grinding onto his hand. “Come on! Show me!”

Bucky’s eyes get so grey as he suddenly pulls his hand away, making you whine. You’re about to curse him, but what he does makes you stop. He starts to take off his tie quickly, and you smile.

“Good boy.”

That remark makes his snort, and he cryptically replies:

“Ah, ah, we’ll see about that later.”

“Take off that shirt faster, and your glove, too.”

That surprises him, his eyes immediately widening, so you decide to do it yourself since he’s not fast enough.

He freezes as soon as you pull off his glove, revealing a black with golden accents  prosthetic hand.

“This is so fucking pretty, oh my God! Why do you keep this hidden?” You turn his hand around, and you gasp, realizing what you’ve just said. “I am sorry if I seem insensitive, it’s just that...”

Bucky snorts, amused, not hurt, which makes you feel like you can breathe again. The last thing you wanted was to bother him.

“You got a kink for my arm now?”

“You talk too much,” you murmur at the same time you start to unbutton his shirt as quickly as you can. Your hands are trembling.

When he’s finally naked, you let out a whimper, instantly reaching to touch his chest with both of your hands.

“You shave,” you say, surprised.

“Come on, love.” He smiles. “Touch my arm while you still can.”

You don’t question what he means by that, not wanting to worry too much. You expected this to be a one-time thing anyway, so you better enjoy every second of it. The arm is seamlessly integrated into his shoulder, and it's colder than the rest of his skin.

You trace a gold pattern all the way from his shoulder to his hand.

“I have a kink now,” you giggle when you see the sides of his neck getting pink.

“Well, I hope you have this kink, too, because…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he reaches for the tie he had on today and smiles. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

“W-what?”

“Hands behind your back.”

“You want to tie my hands?” You ask, taken aback by his demand.

“Did you try it before? Do you hate it?”

No, you didn’t try, but it doesn’t sound bad, surprisingly.

You usually hate not being in control, but it’s Bucky, and as annoying as he might be as your boss, you trust him. Plus, you quit after all, you should enjoy this as much as possible. The thought of him tying you up is really sexy for some reason, so you simply turn around and bring your hands together above your ass.

He doesn’t hesitate and quickly makes a knot.

“Too tight?”

“No,” you whisper. It’s not tight at all.

“You can tell me to stop any time, okay?” He wraps his hands around your waist and turns you toward him. “I’ll stop immediately.”

You nod, trying to get used to not being able to raise your hands.

“Words, please.”

“Yes, James.”

“Good girl.”

You’d lie if you said it doesn’t turn you on like crazy. You’ve been indirectly fighting with him for so long without getting any kind of approval or praise for your work. He made you angry and stressed more times than you could count, but you still respected him. You wanted his approval and you craved him...

You got yourself off thinking about him, you imagined choking him out of anger, but then it turning into a completely different thing. And it feels surreal this is actually happening, and he finally calls you a good girl.

“Are you clean? Anything-”

“I always used a condom, and I do checkups every six months. I assume the same about you.”

You nod, not bothering to tell him you don’t remember the last time you had sex, all thanks to him and his impossible to please ass.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask, moving closer to him again.

“In the car,” he curses, but before you can tell him that you can try without one since you are on the pill, he speaks again. “Wait!”

You giggle as you watch him run out of the office with his ass wiggling. No way he goes to his car naked, right?

You jump on top of his desk, pushing a few docs on the floor with your knee. It’s quite difficult because your hands are tied, but you don’t mind. You wait excitedly for his return just to tease him, but you’re speechless as soon as you see him unwrapping the condom package with his teeth before he quickly rolls it on.

“Won’t the neighbor mind?”

“What he doesn’t know,” he grabs your legs as he speaks. “Won’t hurt him. You’re not gonna run your mouth now, are you?” There is something about his patronizing tone that makes you hornier. Maybe because you know you’ve been on his mind so much he couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Why? You want to keep my mouth occupied with your cock?”

You don’t expect to be turned around on the table instead, with your ass in the air. Holy fuck!

“How about I keep this pretty wet pussy of yours occupied, hmm?”

You close your eyes when you feel his cock at your entrance before he finally pushes in.

He’s crazy, he must be crazy if he thinks you can take all of his cock like this.

“B-Bucky!” You arch your back without realizing, fighting against the material of his tie so you can get free. The impulse to touch his back is absolutely overwhelming, and the coldness of his left hand drives you crazy.

“What happened?” His other hand goes up until it’s in your hair. “You got nothing else to say? Are you already cock drunk?”

“More!” you whimper. “I can take more of you, please.”

“Ah? So greedy for my cock.”

“Need it deeper, James. Need you to move faster.”

You don’t care how desperate your voice is or if you’re pathetic. “I just wanna be stretched open until I cry. P-please.”

You don’t realize he is holding his breath until you hear him exhaling loudly against your back before kissing the same spot.

“You wanna be fucked like you’re my good little toy, baby? You want-”

He stops speaking when you moan, trying to move your hands so you can touch him and push him deeper inside you by grabbing his ass.

That hot ass…

“Want you, sir. Please, make me a mess.”

And he does. He fucks you harder, making your eyes roll back, and you can’t help but try again to touch him.

“Just like that,” you cry out when your face hits the desk more forcefully than before. You can sense Bucky’s hesitation so you shake your head. “I’m fine, I’m... k-keep going.”

He doesn’t stop, he even goes faster yet somehow deeper than before, a combination you’re not used to, that makes you feel like he’s splitting you in half. Neither of you can properly talk anymore. You can hear him cursing and saying your name along with: your pussy’s drowning me, so wet, think you can t-take it harder, but there is a long break after every word so he can thrust back inside you. You can’t even call him James, your voice is so hoarse, and he’s so deep you cannot even breathe.

You don’t need anything more the second he pulls your hair harder than you’d ever expect. Before you know what’s happening, the pleasure explodes inside you, making you scream. You don’t even realize that’s your voice at first, too focused on trying to prolong this feeling as you push your ass back frustrated you cannot grab his thighs, while he keeps thrusting inside you. His balls hit your clit, and you moan, a little sensitive.

“Sir, please, c-come,” you whisper, turning your head to the side on the desk. “Come for your little fuck toy. U-use me.”

You flinch, shocked, when you feel a light slap on your ass all of a sudden, but it doesn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite. You don’t have time to say something about it, though, because Bucky’s already burying himself inside you again as deep as he can, and you moan at the same time he does.

“J-James...”

He pulls your hair even harder while he comes, groaning your name and a low fuck, that almost makes you giggle.

“Jesus...” It’s the only warning you get before you feel his chest on your back.

“Barnes, you’re heavy!”

His laugh is adorable, but he’s indeed heavy, plus you also have your hands tied. When he finally moves, you hop off the desk, almost falling since your knees are weak. Now you can feel your thighs aching too. But it was all worth it.

Quickly, Bucky unties you, without saying a word, which only makes you more nervous.

“Thanks,” you whisper as you turn around to face him. Then, you watch him take off the condom and place it on top of one of the papers you knocked over with your knee earlier.

After wiping his hands on his thighs, he grabs your wrists gently, making you almost moan at the feel of his cold hand. You’re not hurt, but they’re quite red, probably from the times you tried to get free.

“Gonna buy some cream.”

You shake your head. “No need, I am sure I have something for this.” You try to sound as casual as you can, not wanting to be clingy in his eyes even after you quit. Even after this. “Can you hand me my underwear and pants, please?”

Bucky freezes for a second, but he still gives them to you. “Are you back to hating me?”

“What?” You ask as you start to get dressed. You don’t have the blouse, but your coat is warm. You won’t freeze.

“Why are you so cold now? Did I hurt you? Did I do anything wrong?” His concerned voice and look surprise you. You know he is nice, but you didn’t expect him to be attentive after.

“No, you didn’t. I assumed this is,” you wave around when you finish zipping up your pants. “Just wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”

He doesn’t laugh.

“I told you, you’ve been on my mind for so long. Why would I... and even if it was just a one-time thing, why would I treat you like trash? Especially since we work together.”

“Worked,” you correct him before he hands you his shirt. You raise your eyebrow surprised.

“I’m not gonna help you get dressed, Barnes. You’re a big boy.”

“Put it on, it’s freezing.”

“I have my coat,” you protest, but he won’t take no for an answer, and you know it.

“On.”

“Fine!”

He helps you with it since your hands are, for some reason, still shaking. “Look, I was gonna invite you over to my place, but if I make you feel uncomfortable, or if you don’t want to see me...”

You can’t help but raise your eyebrows.

“Really?”

“We have some things to discuss, and I have a bath to run for you.”

You roll your eyes, fighting the urge to smile as he finishes buttoning the shirt. “You want me to sign a contract to fuck you again?”

“Ha, ha. No.” He leans in a bit to kiss your forehead. “We have many things to talk about that don’t involve a contract.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You start to collect the documents from the floor. “The process of writing my resignation letter?”

You hear Bucky puff behind you. “You’re not quitting.”

“No?” You bite your lip as you look at him. “Who’s gonna stop me?”

“Me.”

“Hmm,” you whisper playfully before placing his papers on the desk. “How?”

“Let’s get home and we’ll see about that.”

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Million Dollar Man [LS18 smau]

Lance Stroll x reader [social media au]

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Summary: Lance's girlfriend isn't afraid to show how much her boyfriend loves and spoils her. Unfortunately, "fans" seem to think she's a gold digger. But who would Lance and Y/N bee if they just let it slide?

Warnings: A lot of hate towards the reader by online trolls and just toxic fans, at the end she and Lance shuts them up but if you're not in the right head-space to read this, then please don't.

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user1 more like: life lately 💸💸💸

user2 LOL

lance_stroll life lately has been great ❤️

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user3 Lance don't worry we're going to save you!!

user4 our guy is lyinggggg i can feel it

user5 Oh my god let them live a happy life you trolls🤦‍♀️

user6 how can you know it's happy when she clearly uses him for money?🤨

user5 And how can you know it's not? Besides I don't think she uses him for anything🤷‍♀️

user4 then your just as naive as him user5 lol

user7 she's so classy a love it!😻

user8 Can she even drive or she just wanted to take a photo in his car?

fernandoalo_oficial You are slaying Queen!😉

fernandoalo_oficial Did I do it correctly yourusername?

yourusername it's great nando, just please never use that emoji again and you'll be ready do graduate from my gen-z university!

fernandoalo_oficial Damn it I knew all you use these days is this one: 💀

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user9 OKAY I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS ABOUT HER AND LANCE CAUSE I LOVE Y/N AND NANDO INTERACTIONS MORE THAN MY OWN LIFE!!

user10 i'm convinced she holds both aston drivers hostage in her basement and is forcing them to comment on her posts

user11 It's probably not even her own basement but Lance's😭

user12 nah she ain't even that pretty

user13 omg no way this post is the way I found out lance mf stroll has a girlfriend?🤠

user14 GIRL you have so much lore to catch up on

user15 Yeah welcome to the worst wag ever fandom xd

user13 wait I'm so confused... why do we hate her???

user14 bc she's basically a gold digger, like from the moment her and lance started dating she's been posting only about shopping and showing off herself and her bf's money

user12 plus she ugly af

user15 Yeah and there are rumors on twitter about her being really mean to everyone and that the whole paddock hates her and stuff...

user13 okay I get that but tbh we can't believe everything that's on f1 twitter

user14 idc she's a bitch even without the rumors

user15 I can tell Y/N is trying so hard to have the rich girly aesthetic... it's actually embarrassing😂

astonmartin Wow you have a great car right there😍

user16 more like her sugar daddy lance has it lol XD

user17 guys be fr if you had a rich boy you'd be spending his money too!!!

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yourusername thank you spa for having me! what a race, congrats to my favourite driver lance_stroll on p9 & his teammate fernandoalo_oficial on p5! great team work, hope to see you on another grand prix in the future astonmartinf1 💚🏆

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astonmartinf1 we hope to see you on another grand prix as well Y/N!🤩

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user1 you don't have to lie admin, it's waste of money on her... better give the paddock pass to someone else

astonmartinf1 well, we definitely won't give it to you user1, so no need to worry about it 😙

user2 daaaamn, the admin is coming for y'all haters

user3 Of course she had to wear the racing suit... c'mon that's so embarrassing🙄

user4 actually it's pretty normal, I'm pretty sure Max's gf also wore his racing suit at some point

user3 Yeah but I at least like and respect Kelly... Y/N is a horrible gold digger

user4 well then I'm pretty sure it's your problem, not hers🤷‍♀️

user5 girl stop pretending you care about racing we all know you do it just for pr and cash xdd

user6 Honestly I'm not a Lance Stroll fan, but he deserves someone better than her...

lance_stroll Thank you to my favourite wag! 🥳❤️

yourusername love you baby!!!💞

user7 favourite wag😂 good joke😂😂

user8 am I the only one who finds their interaction cute??

user9 yeah you are user8... like just look at it, it's so forced... wouldn't be surprising if their whole relationship was fake

user10 You can hate on her all you want, but she's actually gorgeous in the third pic😻

user11 YUUUCCKK🤮🤮🤮

user12 you see I would be fine with this post if she didn't have to show off the aston martin car again!!!

user13 Hey did you notice she tagged Nando in the caption and he didn't reply to her? I call it ✨karma✨ lol

user14 maybe he escaped from her basement😭

user15 💚💚

user16 sorry but I can't help it. There's just something fishy about Y/N and I can't bring myself to like her at all

user17 Guys who is this girl and why does she get more hate in her comments than hailey bieber??💀

user18 I hate how she makes the whole Grand Prix about herself

user19 no but fr... like honey, idc about you and your favourite driveeer

user20 Tf?? She literally called LANCE her favourite driver how is that about her... you haters are so dumb🤦‍♀️

user21 I bet she read the comments on twitter about how she's bad gf for not going to any races and decided to fix her image by this XD

user19 lmfao didn't probably work the way she hoped

messages between Y/N and Lance

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lance_stroll As some of you now, I am not very active on social media. Today I'm making an exception for Y/N, my lovely girlfriend I've been dating for almost a year now. She is one of the greatest, most kind, caring and selfless people I know. I don't know where the idea of our relationship being unhappy, one-sided or even insincere came from, but I would like to make it very clear once and for all that these assumptions are as far from the truth as they can be.

In my life, I experienced a lot of hateful comments and reactions myself. It is not something I wish anyone should have to go through and it's disgusting. I love Y/N with all my heart and I hope that one day, she'll make me the happiest man alive and allows me to marry her, build a family together. No one will ever again speak about her in an inappropriate way, or they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them. I am very serious about this.

Y/N, I'm not afraid to call you the love of my life. I never want to see you cry because of some meaningless hater. Love you to the moon and back, sweetheart ❤️

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user1 It's just so heartbreaking how Lance himself had to go through so many waves of hate because of his dad and now he had to watch Y/N go through it too...😓

yourusername love you to the moon and back too lance!!!💖

lance_stroll Wouldn't have it any other way honey!😌

user2 you know it's serious when sebastianvettel shows up

astonmartinf1 once the it couple, always the it couple!💚 proud to say we were never a hater😘

user3 i still think it's fake

fernandoalo_oficial and I think you are fake🤪

user4 LMAO nando come and get the haters lets goooo

user5 That's how you shut them up xd

fernandoalo_oficial how do you children say it? I AM LANCEY/N DEFENDER

user4 yeah yeah nando exactly that or you can say your a lancey/n truther

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user5 omg I can't believe I just had online conversation with THE Fernando Alonso😭

user4 GIRL ME TOO AND HE EVEN LIKED MY COMMENT😭😭

f1 What a beautiful couple you are!🙌 Hope to see you in the paddock after summer break!😏

user6 "they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them" daaammmnn man is standing on business here

user7 Tbh I never understood why y'all hated on her sm she's literally so beautiful and seems kind as well🤷‍♀️

lilymhe pretty giiiirl

lance_stroll I couldn't agree more!❤️

yourusername oh stop you two I'm blushing

user8 Can we take a moment to appreciate how beautifully the caption is written?🥹 Lance really has some poetic talent!

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user9 aaah she's still a gold digger and he's too blind to see it😂

user10 Yeah she probably charmed him in bed or sm

user11 Ohh user9 and user10... I wonder how it feels to know Lance and probably some other drivers hate you🫢

chloestroll My brother and my future sister-in-law!🥰

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yourusername 🥰🥰

user12 im actually so happy to see y/n replying to some of the comments and just being active without so much hate on her now!!!

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yourusername they say if he wanted to he would... I say he wants to so he does 🌹❤️

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lilymhe she ate you jealous people up with that caption

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lilymhe also alex_albon me when??

dior Wow!❤️‍🔥

lance_stroll That's what real men do instead of trolling others on the internet.

yourusername daaammn baby

lance_stroll What? I'm just stating facts 😌

kellypiquet shopping trip to Paris when?😍

yourusername anytime you want!!!💕

astonmartinf1 So lucky to (basically) have you on our team💚

fernandoalo_oficial I call that a slay admin

astonmartinf1 ...should I tell him slay is kinda out dated??

yourusername aaah let him have his moment

fernandoalo_oficial WHAT?! YOU TRAITORS I THOUGH I WAS GEN-Z APPROVED

yourusername 🫢

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Author's note: I hope you liked my first ever social media au story! I'll be glad for every feedback, comment, like, reblog and everything! You can definitely send me asks and requests for another smau's and even 'normal' fanfictions. Have a great day!

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