and her perfect legs

anonymous asked:

can you draw vanessa in her dress from The Club?

shes here to look good and kick ass, and she already looks good

SAY NO TO THIS DEAD GIRL WALKING

I. WANT. THIS. MASH-UP. NOW

Halloween

Summary: Nat and Wanda trick you into going to a Halloween party at the Stark Tower.

Warnings: smut- oral (receiving), penetration; fluff

A/N: Wrote this to get out of my writer’s block. I hope you like it!


“Fuck!” Nat yanked the strings tighter and you gasped for air. “I know I wanted to wear a corset for Halloween but-”

“Authentication is the key.” She helped you straighten. “And look at how great your breasts look.” 

“They do look pretty great.” You admired yourself in the mirror, running your hands down your torso and enjoying the feeling of the leather under your fingertips. “So…are you finally going to tell me who’s going to be at this party?”

“Nope, it’s a secret.” Nat chuckled as she adjusted her hair and makeup. “Don’t worry, you’re going to have fun.”

“You’re in for some serious hell if you’re lying to me.” You pointed at her and slipped into your leggings. “Why do I have to be a sexy cat? Why can’t I be like Victorian royalty?” 

“Because last time you were drunk you let it slip that you’ve always wanted to dress up as one.” Wanda slipped into the room grinning. “I told Nat and she helped me get the costume, now let’s go.” 

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Because I love those hours before the sun comes up, when you wake up for a moment and you realize you can stay in bed just a little while longer. And you’re safe. And there’s no rush. And it’s quiet. For all my hub loves. xo Pre-pancakes, so it’s v smutty. Don’t get me wrong, it’s highly emotional and descriptive, but it’s still porn. To experience the full mood of this thing, I’d recommend listening to Max Richter’s “Three Worlds” as you read.  @captainwiley @dassala @the-reason-to-sail-home @thejollypirate @businesscasualprincess @shoedonym @katie-dub @abbadons-little-witch @swanandapirate @mahstatins

+ It’s dark when she opens her eyes. Not the dark of late evening, when the stars have begun to twinkle in the sky—when the only sound to be heard is the choral chirping of insects, the darkening of doorways. No, it’s a darkness that knows it will have to fade eventually, a grey dawn that casts their bedroom in a hazy, dreamlike glow.

A nippy, quiet breeze smelling suspiciously of rain tiptoes through the open window and she catches the scent of him on the air. It’s a spicy mixture of cologne and sweat, a warm, enticing blend that clashes wonderfully with the fresh, tingling wetness of an impending storm. She can feel his rough, weathered fingers against the bare flesh of her waist. The tap, tap, tapping of his thumb against her belly. The smooth, hard metal of his ring against her stomach not unlike the steady ringing of a church bell, a far off song, a call to his side.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Poly Hamilsquad x Reader where the reader is acting distant and squad thinks she's cheating on them so they follow her but it turns out that she was just going to a comic convention with the Schuyler Sisters and she didn't want the squad to see her cosplaying (ps can the cosplay be sexy like slave Leia or Wonder Woman)?

Convention Conflict - Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1096

Ship: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

warnings: slight swearing and sexual feelings implied!

aaaaa this was so fun to write

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A warm set of arms wrapped around your waist as you sat at your island, trying to eat a quick breakfast before the girls picked you up to go get ready for the con at Peggy’s house.

“Morning Laf, you’re up early.” You said trying to be attentive, even though your head was somewhere else.

“Oui!” he chuckled sleepily. “Quoi de neuf? What is up, mon ange?” he asked, peppering kisses on your neck at the same time your phone buzzed. It was from Eliza, the girls were waiting outside for you.

“Not much, i gotta go though, could you tell the others i’ll be back tomorrow?” you asked, knowing that you’d all probably crash at one of the girl’s house. You grabbed your duffel bag with your wonder woman costume tucked in underneath your overnight stuff and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, racing out the door before he could get a word in edgewise. You loved your partners but you knew they’d have an aneurysm if they saw all the skin that showed through your cosplay-or rather, lack thereof. You on the other hand thought that as long as your outfit made you feel good, it shouldn’t matter how little or much you covered.

The girls launched into excited chat the moment you opened the car door and you laughed at your crazy friends as Eliza pulled onto the road.

Back in the house, Lafayette rushed to the bedroom where everyone was still asleep in bed. He opened the heavy curtains so light poured in. “Did Y/N say anything to anyone about a trip?”

A chorus of groggy groans echoed through the room but Hercules spoke up, looking around the bed. “No, Where is she, anyway?”

“That is the issue Hercules, I have no idea. She got a text message and picked up a duffel bag then she told me that she’d be back tomorrow and left.” Lafayette explained.

John sat up with a yawn. “Huh, What happened? Y/N did what?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“She has to be up to something. Maybe she’s planning a party for our anniversary?” Lafayette laughed nervously.

Hamilton finally got up, cocooning himself with the blanket. “Our anniversary is next month, Y/N is not prepared enough to think that far ahead.”

“You don’t think…?” Hercules trailed off, insinuating what all the men were thinking.

you were cheating.

“No, no, no Y/N Wouldn’t do that…” John jumped in defending you.

Lafayette nodded but there was a thick silence in the room.

The rest of the day was spent on edge when John thought of a great idea.

“We all have “find my friends” enabled on our iphones, why don’t we just use that find out where she is?” he suggested, getting nods in return.

“It says she’s at some 5 star hotel.” Alex trailed off and In mere seconds, everyone was putting their jackets on and rushing out to Lafayette’s car.

While they drove, you were having the time of your life, the four of you, albeit scantily clad, looked badass as hell. The girls had opted to keep the DC Women theme running back when you were still in the planning stages and were now dressed as the birds of prey. Angelica rocked black canary’s fishnets with ease, grabbing everyone’s envy and attention while Peggy’s skin-tight batgirl outfit showed off her perfect body and Eliza’s thigh high huntress heels made her legs look miles long. The four of you all dawned the same cropped and studded leather jackets, letting everyone know that you were a force to be reckoned with.

People wanted to take pictures with you left, right and centre, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what stardom felt like.

When the boys arrived at the hotel, they felt as if they were in another universe. People dressed in all different kinds of costumes lounged and conversed in the lobby. Alexander shook it off and rushed to the concierge’s desk.

“Hello, I would like to find the room that Y/N L/N is staying in, i’m her boyfriend.” he asked quickly.

The concierge looked at Hamilton like he was stupid and turned his nose up. “I’m sorry sir, I’m not allowed to give you that in-”

He was cut off by Angelica. “Hamilton? What are you doing here?”

Hamilton swallowed at her outfit and tried to keep his eyes up on her face. “We’re looking for Y/N, why are you here?”

She tilted her head. “We’re here with Y/N why else?”

Now the boys were utterly confused, not quite putting two and two together. That is, until they heard your laughter.

They looked up to see you looking mock-angry while taking a selfie with a guy cosplaying Deadpool who held a cardboard sign saying “Fuck DC”, it was quite a sight.

“Y/N?” John asked. You paled and turned to them, they didn’t even try to hide their eyes raking up and down your body.

“Merde.” Lafayette said hoarsely under his breath as he took in your physique while you walked over.

Hercules brought you into a hug that seemed rather innocent until you felt his breath on your ear. “Fuck, Y/N you look so hot.” he growled quietly causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

“I want in!” Laurens exclaimed joining your hug.

You broke apart when you heard a click.

“Alexander!” you exclaimed in a warning tone.

“What? It’s a cute candid!” he said sheepishly.

You joined Angelica and Alex who were looking at the picture and placed your arm around his shoulder. There you were, sandwiched between two of the men you loved with another holding his fingers in a ‘bunny ears’ position behind your head.

That was definitely going on the fridge.

Peggy and Eliza joined the small group of you that had accumulated holding four colourful satin strips with eye holes. “We saw you guys here with no costumes and bought these for you at some booth so you wouldn’t feel left out.”

Lafayette, mulligan and Hamilton looked at their extended hands like they were the plague while Laurens jumped up and down, shouting “I call Michelangelo!” before grabbing the orange one and tying it around his head. Lafayette shrugged with a smile and grabbed the purple one, assuming the roll of Donatello. Hercules chuckled and grabbed Raphael’s red mask before Hamilton could, taking off his beanie to put it on.

“Come on, why do I have to be Leo?” Hamilton whined, causing all of you to laugh.

My real sister and me- first encounter

My sister and I have always been attracted to each other, we would date each other’s friends in high school and college. We’ve discussed things but never dwell on them, we know we have a special connection and yet we know we can only “play” we can’t date. We are ok with that.

-
It was late, we were partying pretty hard and everything was winding down, people had gone to bed or passed out on the couch, floor etc..
I couldn’t sleep!
My beautiful sister comes out of her bedroom to the living room checks on me and heads of to the guest room. Her bedroom was down the hall and far from my position on the couch, but the guest room and more importantly the bed where she would lay, were directly in my line of vision.. accident? Coincidence? I wasn’t sure then, but I know now!!
All I can see is her outline, the guest room was dark and the living room had the tv on ( which means she could see me fine, I had no idea then she could see me though)
In between trying to sleep and watching tv I kept glancing in the room with interest and desire, I got butterflies.. I wanted to go in there .. but what do you say? What do you do?? I never did enter the room but as I was dreaming of it I seen movement, hard to make out at first but there was definitely movement. As I try my best to develop night vision I see the covers fly up off her body and then fall to her side. Now I can clearly make out the shape, her perfect perky tits pointed at the ceiling and her legs bent. I can see her hips bouncing softly off the bed slightly. She’s masturbating!
Even then I realized that not only could I see her masturbating ( though not clearly enough if we’re being honest) I was the only one who could possibly see it. That does not mean she wanted me to see it though, I checked myself with that.
A few moments go on and her movements increased until she turned on her hands and knees and started really getting after it.
I didn’t even realize my dick was in my hand, not sure to this day how long I was stroking it before I even realized it. But there I was watching my sister get herself off if only a silhouette and doing the same.
As I climaxed on myself ( not wanting to get up and miss a second of the show, I heard her let out a passionate exhale and collapse on the bed. We just had our first mutual masturbation together, and we climaxed at the same time! Perfect!

Baby, Goodnight

Member: Jackson of GOT7
Word Count: 1853 
Content: grinding, bathtub sex, subtle dom!Jackson themes?
Summary: Jackson loves to take care of her; it’s just what he does. And since she’s quite forgetful – or too stubborn – to take care of herself after long days, it works out in the end for both of them

A/N: for the “tell me who you ship me with and I’ll write a scenario based on the pair” thing. It just got so long that I figured I’d just post it on its own lol. this isn’t edited btw and it’s 3am rip. also, to you guys: @ivegot7scenarios, @the-porcelain-doll-xo, @kpopfanfictrash@kittae, @hallyuwriters, @softmarkbum, and @hypetae


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absent-angel  asked:

Oh snap there's a ton of good nalu prompts in that list! How about the "are you sabotaging my dates"?

I’m not trying to say that Natsu has a kink, but he does.


The day is a normal one. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Natsu and Gray drinking coffee and complaining about their asshole Philosophy Professor. Utterly, dully normal. So normal, in fact, that Natsu is bewildered to hear someone screaming his name from halfway across the quad. He’s so surprised, in fact, that his cup slips right through his fingers, frappe splattering across the grass.

He barely has a chance to register whose voice is calling out to him before a foot slams onto the bench between his legs, a wicked, spiked heel dangerously close to an important part of his anatomy. Natsu practically swallows his tongue, eyeing the heel and the shapely leg it’s attached to. From where he’s sitting and the angle of the girl’s leg, he has an almost perfect view of her thighs and the faintest glimpse of lacy, red panties.

Natsu swallows thickly, inhaling sharply through his nose, and his eyes slide higher. He bites back a moan when he sees his very pretty, very angry ex-girlfriend hovering over him. Lucy has one hand on her hip, the other having launched out to grasp at his shoulder, successfully pinning him to the bench, lest he fidget and have an unfortunate mishap with his balls.

Lucy glares down at him, cherry lips pressed into a thin, unamused line. Natsu glances between her lips and eyes, his mouth parting just the slightest as memories of exactly where those cherry lips have been begin to resurface.

Natsu isn’t sure if this is a good or bad thing yet.

(Gray says nothing as all of this goes on. He continues to stare across the quad with wide eyes, casually drinking from his cup and pretending to ignore what’s happening right next to him.)

“What the hell is your problem?” Lucy snarls down at him before Natsu can ask what the actual fuck is happening. He can’t say he’s against Lucy hovering over him the way she is, in fact, he kind of likes it a bit more than he should, but there’s also the matter of them being broken up for the last six months and counting.

And Natsu totally doesn’t think about her and her red lips and the way she wrinkles her nose when she reads. No, he doesn’t think about her at all.

Maybe a little.

His mouth goes dry as soon as Lucy stares down at him with hooded eyes. His sanity practically flies away as the toe of her pretty heel slips forward, brushing along the inside of his thigh slowly. “Lucy,” he gasps, unsure where to keep his eyes as he glances between her face and her very long, very bare leg settled all too close to his crotch. “Fuck,” he hisses, meeting her gaze, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And he doesn’t. Mostly. He’s done a lot of things lately, he just can’t be quite sure which one she’s found out about. He’s fairly impressed with himself about it taking her this long to find out about whatever the hell it is he’s been doing. It took long enough.

Lucy is decisively less impressed. “The hell you don’t,” she growls down at him, sending a pleasant shiver down Natsu’s spine that goes right between his legs. Embarrassing as it is, he can feel himself being more turned on than anything else. He always did have a thing for Lucy when she got demanding. She knows it to. She leans over him, free hand grasping his chin and forcing him to look at her. “Knock it off.”

Her toe actually nudges him in just the right way, making Natsu exhale shakily.

(Gray pretends he doesn’t hear this. Gray also pretends he didn’t just catch a glance of his best friend’s dick growing two sizes in as many seconds. Gray is going to need to bleach his eyes when he gets home.)

She bumps him again, and Natsu grits his teeth, swallowing down a hiss. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, shuddering. He’s almost entirely sure that the entire quad is staring, but he can’t say he cares all that much. He has the girl he would very much like to get back together with practically straddling him and pinning him down.

The quad can get fucked.

“Natsu,” Lucy breathes against his ear, practically purring his name. “Look at me,” she demands. He does, throat bobbing as he swallows down the growing lump in his throat, trying not to drool. Her lips curve into a smile that’s as dangerous as it is pretty, and Natsu’s pants suddenly feel all too tight. “Are you sabotaging my dates?”

Oh. That. There may have been one or two (or ten) instances where he maybe, kind of, sort of, crashed Lucy’s dates. The first time it happened, it was an accident. The second time, he was just petty. The third, the guy was an asshole and Natsu needed to do something about it.

He wouldn’t say sabotaging, but…

He considers not answering, utterly content with her practically on top of him, but Lucy presses an impatient foot against the bulge in his pants and Natsu decides he really doesn’t want his balls ripped off. “What are you going to do if I say ‘yes?’ ” he asks, voice cracking.

Lucy’s smile loses its edge, her lips brush against his cheek, her foot grinds against him just so. And then she pulls away. When Natsu finally gains his bearings, Lucy is a foot away, eyes bright and beckoning in a look he knows very well. She takes a step back.

“Come find out.”

hamilton + high school clothing headcanons

alexander

  • he stays up too late every night
  • and gets up too late every morning
  • so he just slips on random shirts and joggers like 15 minutes before school starts
  • only owns two pairs of shoes
  • gets too cold really easily
  • so he often wears hoodies over top
  • never wears matching socks
  • prefers scrunchies to thin elastics when tying his hair back
  • always carries around a tin of bobby pins
  • loses his glasses all the time 
  • refuses to use a normal backpack so he uses a messenger bag instead

john

  • always wearing shorts
  • no, literally, even in the dead of winter hes wearing shorts
  • he just wears tights underneath
  • (he gets hot way too easily)
  • the type of guy to go out in december with no jacket and tell everyone its not cold
  • has one coveted pair of black nikes hes had forever, but wears therapeutic sneakers if he isnt wearing them
  • athletic socks
  • bracelets??? you can bet he has a million always wrapped around his wrist
  • there are pride ones and beaded ones from peggy and best friends ones he and the boys got ironically
  • (but he actually loves them)
  • owns about 20 bowties that he never wears

hercules

  • shops at the thrift store or wears his own clothes
  • baggy sweaters/sweatshirts and distressed jeans/oVERALLs 
  • he has a thing for sweaters with elbow patches but one time alex said he looked like an old man (as a joke) so he doesnt speak of it 
  • has a million different beanies in different colours 
  • wears the same necklace hes had since he was a small child 
  • (its just dark wooden beads on a string) 
  • wears moccasins and burkenstocks exclusively 
  • hates socks with a passion 

lafayette 

  • really up to date with latest fashion trends
  • but he really likes courdoroy pants and turtlenecks
  • would rather die than than TOUCH a pair of sneakers
  • only ever wears boots or dress shoes
  • his go-to coat is a peacoat or a trench coat
  • sometimes he even wears a cloak if hes getting up to shenanigans and wants to get #in the mood
  • he might fill in his eyebrows. no body knows for sure
  • has his ears pierced and only ever wears small hoops or small jewels
  • owns ten of the same black beret and wears it ONLY when hes having a bad hair day bc he doesnt want to be #stereotypical

angelica 

  • two words: 
  • high waisted 
  • she only wears high waisted mom jeans and shorts (that she cut into shorts from mom jeans) 
  • always tucks her shirts into her pants 
  • has a collection of cute leather belts 
  • basically only wears sandals and vans. and nothing else 
  • crop tops? hell yes 
  • tank tops? hell fuckin yes 
  • sweaters and cropped hoodies over top? very much yes 

eliza 

  • sweet smocked sundresses or skater dresses 
  • wears tights underneath depending on the time of year 
  • also !!! pleated skirts and denim skirts with buttons down the front 
  • sometimes she’ll wear thigh high socks instead of tights though 
  • and she wears cute flats or heels if shes trying to look more sexy (which makes her feel flustered all day) 
  • as for tops, she’ll go for anything but she…. really has a thing for lace and mesh 
  • hair is always tied back. 
  • a l w a y s 
  • carries a purse and a backpack around school 

peggy

  • leggings and sweaters. 
  • thats…. it 
  • leggings, black coverse or her superstar adidas, ankle socks and baggy sweaters over top 
  • cant be bothered to do anything else?
  • (wears a baseball cap if shes having a bad hair day) 
  • in the summer, she might wear baggy tshirts instead or maybe she trades her leggings out for sport shorts 
  • always at a perfect temperature no matter what 
  • however, she wears different shades of lipstick everyday
  • like, shes never worn the same colour twice 
  • will BEGRUDINGLY borrow one of elizas dresses if she has to go to a fancy event 

maria 

  • short skirts (any kind, really) 
  • with blouses tucked into them 
  • and thigh high boots 
  • and chokers in all different sizes and colours 
  • paints her nails to coordinate with every outfit 
  • she wears exclusively holiday colours when it rolls around 
  • (christmas? you can bet shes wearing red for a month straight)
  • does her hair up in fancy styles every day 
  • but she also really likes floppy hats 

george 

  • dress shirts and dress pants and dress shoes 
  • but funny ties 
  • they can be optical illusions or annoyingly bright patterns 
  • but he is wearing a noticeable tie no matter where he is 
  • however, when hes flustered or embarrassed, he holds it in his hand to make sure no body thinks lesser of him because hes wearing pugs on his tie 
  • has ten pairs of the ever classic heart boxers 

thomas 

  • he only owns khakis and jeans
  • this boy rarely even touches sweatpants
  • polos are his go-to tops
  • wears belts, but still has his pants low enough that the waistband of his boxers are showing
  • he always keeps his wallet in his front right pocket
  • but… never takes it out in front of anyone and gets nervous/angry when they try and touch it
  • (its a batman wallet, obvs)
  • timberlands? yes
  • nike??? double yes

james 

  • tshirts with logos and striped long sleeves underneath 
  • and jeans that are too short/too long or sweats 
  • has a package of kleenex in his pocket at all times 
  • but wont share because he doesn’t know which ones are used or not used 
  • uses the same pair of beige vans hes had since third grade
  • wears superman and spiderman boxers
  • sometimes he forgets to wear socks or wears ones that are different lengths

aaron 

  • plain, single colour t shirts 
  • the most weird or abnormal colour he wears is eggplant purple and he loves that shirt to death 
  • it has a pocket and he puts his pens in there 
  • beige or brown khakis, sometimes blue jeans!!! 
  • he even owns a pair of red pants
  • but only wears them when his other pants are in the laundry 
  • tighty whities. hates boxers 
  • has a pair of white vans that everyone made fun of him for
  • bought all black converse next and people made fun of him for that too
  • didn’t want to buy anymore shoes

anonymous asked:

How do you think the rfa +saeran and v would react to a curvy mc??

Lolololol, okay. I like this prompt.

Also, this might have(?) gotten a little teeny bit NSFW.


Yoosung

  • Cuddling her is the best
  • She’s always warm and soft
  • She loves to cook with him and loves to eat whatever he makes
  • One of his friends from school insulted her size once, when Yoosung was showing off pictures of his girlfriend, and Yoosung was pissed
  • Straight up told the guy to fuck off because MC is perfect the way she is

Jaehee

  • TBH, Jaehee would probably make sure of two things first
  • One, if MC was healthy at her current weight
  • And two, if MC was happy with her current weight
  • When MC says yes to both, Jaehee drops the subject and never brings it up again
  • Sometimes MC complains about not being able to find the right bra size or not being able to afford it
  • Seriously, it’s ridiculous, the only bras that fit me her are $60+ maxing around $125, and even then, half the time nobody carries the ONE BRAND that fits

Zen

  • More to love!
  • Seriously, she’s so nice to touch because she’s soft
  • He also likes to watch her run around or work out because… some things bounce
  • Plus, she’s massively sexy
  • Like, you have never seen a goddess in lingerie until you have seen MC wearing something sexy
  • Gah, seriously, he loves being able to put his hands all over her, like touch her butt or her breasts, and just have his hands be full

Jumin

  • Like
  • He wouldn’t care?
  • Seriously, he’s surrounded by people who are super superficial all the time, mainly women who are super thin and wear whatever they think will get them a rich attractive man
  • MC doesn’t see him for his looks or status, so why should he see her any differently?
  • The only thing he does think about her weight is that he likes holding her in bed, as her body is as soft and comforting as she is

Saeyoung

  • Not gonna lie, he would totally use her as a pillow
  • Like, sitting on the couch together? Her thighs are a perfect pillow
  • Unless he’s lying between her legs, in which case her tummy is super soft and warm and he just… dozes off
  • He might occasionally do things that make her uncomfortable without thinking, however, like poking her because he loves how squishy she is
  • Of course, she pokes him back because, well, if he really wants to go, they’ll go

V

  • While he’s still blind, he likes that there’s so much there for him to touch and feel and enjoy
  • He doesn’t need his sight to know about the dimples she has around her body, or the softness of her thighs
  • Once he gets his sight back, he loves to watch her move
  • He likes how she’s so natural and comfortable with herself
  • Secretly, though, he loves it when they’re lying in bed in the pitch black so that he can trace her dimples or grab a handful of her butt and just enjoy her

Saeran

  • Occasionally he just grabs her ass randomly and just say, “Good.”
  • It confuses the hell out of her
  • Seriously, who does that?
  • But, Saeran is an ass man and he likes that there’s enough there to grab
  • When he thinks she’s losing weight is when he grabs her because he wants to make sure there’s enough there
  • He’s low key as weird as his brother, just in a different way
The Storm Within

Shawn was happy to have a few sunny days in LA to relax. A little break from the hectic tour schedule was good for him, and he might deny it but he had missed her. He denied it, just like he had ignored the fluttering of his heart when she had replied to his message with a simple: I’ll be there.

She was waiting for him and when he called out her name, she turned towards him a big toothy smile spreading across her face. Her eyes crinkling as she pranced towards him. He felt like someone had run him over with a bulldozer. She animatedly talked, bringing him up to date with all the gossip he had missed out on. He listened, enraptured by her voice, as she laughed and smiled and talked about everything and nothing. She spotted a record shop and begged him to go in to see if they had his album. He relented and followed her into the shop a smile curving his own lips. She started searching methodically through all the racks until she found a copy of Illuminate.

She examines the cover and when she looks at him again, her eyes have a mischievous glint in them. Oh no… She asks him questions and pokes at him, commenting on his hair, the guitar, the chair, his soulful expression.

Yes, he was asked to look into the distance.

Of course it’s a real guitar!

Yes, he still has it.

No, he doesn’t think his expression is that of a  “dramatically tortured soul”.

She keeps making fun of him, but he knows she doesn’t mean it. He remembers how she called him in tears when she had first listened to Hold On. He understands she is just trying to make him feel comfortable. After a lengthy discussion about his boots  - Yes he really does wear them in public – they exit the record shop only to get caught in the rain a few minutes later. Y/N shrieks when fat drops of rain start falling on her. He pulls her along as he starts running to his apartment, holding hands and laughing as they get soaked to the bone. Reaching his apartment, he pries the keys out of his wet jeans. He opens the door ushering her inside.          

Panting, laughing, desperatly trying to catch their breath, Shawn closes the door of his apartment. Locking the storm out, turning to Y/N only to hear his breath hitch. Wringing out her hair, her makeup washed away by the torrential rain and her wet shirt clinging to every curve, he had never seen her look more breathtaking.

She is beautiful.

She is off-limits.

She is gorgeous.

She is forbidden.

She is a goddess.

She is untouchable.

She is his.

Only she wasn’t, Shawn desperatly tries to keep himself together. But she was making it so difficult, looking at him with bright eyes full of trust and laughter. A private smile, reserved for her closest, truest friends. Swallowing thickly he looks away from her fearing what he might do should she look at him with her trustful eyes again. She is not his. Shaking his head he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes.

“Shawn…” her melodic voice was a sweet drug wafting towards him, enchanting him, a poison slithering on his skin ruining him for any other woman. Pressing his eyes closed, he asquiesces with a barely managed nod. He jolts when he feels her small hand touch his arm, searing his skin. Still he doesn’t look at her, he can’t look at her.

Anger and disappointment were rearing their ugly heads as she grasps the edge of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Shawn was still refusing to so much as look at her. Look at me. Unbuttoning her pants she peels them from her damp skin and discarding them on the floor. Still, Shawn’s shaking form does not look her way. She feels a sudden rush of courage fueled by anger roar through her. Look at me. She grasps his face in her hands forcing him to look at her. Startled Shawn’s hazel eyes fly open. His eyes skirt her figure. She feels his jaw clench shut even tighter at the sight of her bra clad breasts. Look at me. Determined to show him that he could not simply get away with furtive glances and heated gazes when he thought she wasn’t looking, she brings his face closer to her own. A panicked expression settles upon his features.

“We can’t… Y/N we can’t.” he feebly protests, his gazed fixed on her pink lips.

“Shawn I want to…” she breathes against his lips. “Don’t you?” He feels the confidence seeping out her. He feels her determination leave her. He knows in this moment, if he says no she would never again look at him the same way. She would move on, she wouldn’t look at him with the hint of a promise of more ever again. She would settle for friendship with him. A better man maybe would come along and would treat her the way he wanted to treat her.

A fierce pang of jealousy echoes through his body. She was his. His. Not anyone elses. He let loose a low moan as he brought his lips to his. Finally, finally, finally he is tasting her. Her breath hitches in the most delicious way as he wraps his arms around her waist lifting her up and pressing her against the door. Her arms wrap around his neck, and her legs lock around his waist. Perfect. She fits against him perfectly.

“I do, I do, I do.” He moans into her mouth. Her mouth opens on a silent plea for more. His calloused hand slides across the skin of her smooth back, bringing her body closer to his. Not close enough, Shawn lets out a frustrated groan. Detaching himself from Y/N, he quickly takes his shirt off. Y/N barely has time to let loose a whispered wail of discontent that Shawn is already reclaiming her mouth with a bruising force. She sighs happily into his mouth, but he is not close enough to her. He has to be closer, much closer to her. He moves his lips to the glorious column of her neck. Mouthing kisses against her skin he feels her throat vibrate on a hushed moan as her nails dig into his shoulders.

He breaks. He stumbles through the apartment, towards the bedroom. He needs to be able to lie her down, to bare her completely to him. He needs to see her body, he needs to feel her body. Gently lying her down on the bed he sits up and takes off his wet jeans.

“Take it all off.” She whispers, looking into his eyes.

“You’ve never…? Have you?” He breathes the question. She shakes her head, a blush blossoming on her cheeks and making it’s way down her neck.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks holding his breath, expecting, knowing she will say no as she realises the extent of what is about to happen.

She squares her shoulders, looks him straight in the eye and affirms:

“Yes I want to. I want to with you.” Her answers shatters the last of his decency, as he discards his boxers. He quickly fetches a condom from his bedside table throws it on the bed next to her and crawls up her body.

Fuck…” Shawn kisses her cheek, her mouth, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down her neck. Her breathing coming in fast puffs as he slowly makes his way towards her breasts. He sucks a deep purple bruise between them. A bruise that will remind her of this instant for weeks. A proof for this unbelievable moment. He slips his hand behind her and manages after a few tries to undo her bra, throwing it aside. She is turning her eyes away, shying away from his gaze. Don’t. He hadn’t realized he had said it out loud until she turns her head looking down where his hot breath fanned over her breast. As he licks at her nipple, he watches with delight as she tries to squirm away from his touch only to realise she cannot escape his touch as his arms are on either side of her body. She is at his mercy. He sucks her nipple into his mouth and watches her mouth drop open, a murmured Shawn escaping her lips. He lets his teeth graze the tip of her nipple, the genuine cry of shock she lets out, music to his ears. He can’t quite believe that he is here with the girl he calls his best friend.

Seeking support her hand grasps the nape of his neck. Beautiful, he thinks as he moves lower on her body, continuing his exploration of her body by leaving kisses on her soft stomach. Her hand curls more firmly around his neck, he reaches for it, clasps it in his own and presses it into the mattress at her side. His right hand sinks lower towards the hem of her underwear, panting, he slowly removes the wet garment from her body. And oh so slowly she is revealed to him. So fucking perfect, and his, always his. In a sudden bout of hesitation she tries to close her legs, but no she can’t, he won’t allow her to hide herself. No. He wraps his hand around her round thigh and settles himself between them. His erection nudges the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, he bites his lip a muffled moan of her name slipping through. He looks into her eyes, had she not known him for so many years she would not have detected the hesitation in his gaze. But she confirms her intentions by very slowly letting her hand travel down the planes of his stomach, over his abdomen until finally she reaches his thick cock. She wraps her hands carefully around his shaft. Fuck.This moment, how long had he dreamed about this precise moment. How many times had he woken up, a palm pressed against his crotch and her name on his lips. Too many. He cannot stop his hips from thrusting into her small fist. He drops his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and thoroughly enjoying the feel of her hand against his hot skin. A broken moan leaves his mouth as she flicks the tip with her thumb, his other hand still entwined with hers tightening its grip. His arm trembles with the sheer effort to keep his weight from crushing her smaller frame. He squints his eyes open, looking into her eyes, her pupils blown wide with desire and wonder. He had tried to ignore his feelings, frantically pushed them aside when they bubbled up in his chest at the thought of her, of her smile, of her eyes. And yet she had long ago bewitched him, casting a spell on him. She had never asked for his heart, yet he realised she had always owned it. She bites her soft pink lips, taunting him, tempting him to kiss them. He crushes his mouth against hers in a violently desperate kiss. Swallowing her mewls of pleasure, he revels in her taste. He pulls back, leaving barely an inch between their lips.

“Are you sure?” he breathes against her swollen mouth. He closes his eyes, not being able to bear the thought of a rejection. Her hand squeezes his cock lightly, increasing the torturous pressure. Her lips trail up his jaw before resting against his ear.

“Teach me.” She whispers. Christ. His eyes snap open, dazed he looks at her for a moment. She trusts him, she feels comfortable and safe with him. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, he reconnects their mouth in a tender yet sloppy and uncontrolled kiss. His hand leaves her thigh to blindly search for the condom, as he frenzily grinds into her crotch. He barely manages to put the condom on correctly as he looks at her flushed body crying for more. She murmurs incoherrent pleas of please, Shawn, oh god Shawn please. He positions himself at her entrance. Her breath hitches, he stops breathing. Slowly, gently, lovingly he presses into her. Her free hand grips at the sheets as he finally finally bottoms out. She heaves out a strained breath.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispers, his breathing ragged from the effort it requires him to stay still as she gets used to the feel of having him inside her. She shakes her head, looks up at him and utters a barely audible “It feels weird.” She clenches and unclenches her muscles familiarising herself with the feeling of fullness. Shawn barely manages to stop the involuntary thrust his hip gives. He lets his head fall into the crook of her neck. Too much.

“Y/N you will be the death of me.” He says in a pained tone. He waits patiently, anxiously for her to adjust to his size. He kisses her neck, mouthing at the sensitive skin, desperately trying to distract himself from the delicious torture of her fluttering walls, stretched around his pulsing cock.

“Shawn… please move.” She begs him quietly. He pulls out a few inches before slowly pressing back into her welcoming body. Her leg wraps itself around his middle, the heel of her dainty foot pressing into his tailbone urging him to do more… He barely pulls out now, just grinds into her body, his pubic bone rubbing against her clit in slow torturing motions. Her softly moaned Shawn penetrates his body, settling like a warm blanket over his heart. Her hips try to rise, seeking more friction, his hand grabs her waist and pins it to the mattress. His. He grinds into her more forcefully, her walls clench down, holding his shaft in an iron grip. A gasped oh leaves her bruised lips. Her back arches, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. Her free hand flies to his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. His own broken moan leaves his mouth, mingling itself with the wet sound of his cock pressing deep into her. He whispers her name over and over again as he grinds into her. He feels her walls clenching violently as he presses his forehead against hers.

“You’re close.” He breathes.

So am I.

So am I.

So am I.

He thrusts into her. She shatters. Her unrestrained moans ring in his ears as he presses into her. Her head twist to the side, her eyes squeezing shut. He lets go of her hip to grasp her chin making her look at him again. Guiding her through her orgasm, he feels the tight pressure in his abdomen become almost unbearable.  As she clamps down on his cock riding out the final wave of her orgasm, he comes. Her name a sinful prayer on his lips, he spasms in her body.

Her hand releases his shoulder, five crescent moons imprinted into his flesh. He gently pulls out of her, untangles her leg from around his waist and slips out of the bed to get rid of the condom. He quickly crawls back in, instinctively reaching for her and pulling her closer to him. She cuddles into his chest as he draws shapes onto the skin of her back. Her small palm rests against his chest, he breathes in her smell and presses a kiss to her head.

His.

Defense Mechanism

Summary: Everyone deals with life in their own way, sometimes you’re smiling through the pain, other times you’re an ass. Park Jimin is far better at the latter.


This is for the request that my lovesly @g-d0818 sent in to me so long ago!!

“ LET ME REQUEST ARTIST JIMIN AU WITH AN COMPTELE BUTTFACE ATTITUDE OC AND HE DISCOVERS SHES HIS MUSE BUT SHE DOESNT GET IT “


THERE WILL BE ONLY ONE MORE PART TO THIS.

WARNINGS ARE THE USUAL.



Jimin couldn’t help but stare at you as you practiced up on stage; it wasn’t because you were beautiful–you were average, flawed–and it wasn’t because you had amazing talent–he’d often told you that you were talentless–and it definitely wasn’t because he thought you were worthy of attending the same prestigious university for the arts as him. Rather, Jimin stared at you because he was an artist who strove for perfection and you had a run in your tights.

How the hell was he supposed to sketch what was happening on stage if the subject matter itself wasn’t already perfect?

He was an artist, someone who strived for perfect technical abilities–someone who never once created something that wasn’t admired by all professors and students for its formal qualities, even if few (practically everyone) thought that his subject matter was boring and lacked originality/ purpose. So, when looking at you, the OCD running through his brain could only focus on that stupid run in your tights, and now he was noticing even more things about you that he hated. It always started like this, he would be doing something and you would be loud even if you never spoke–you would walk into a room and he would feel the compelling desire to point out all your faults. You irritated him in a way that he didn’t know was possible.

He ran his pencil across the paper, one of the few from his advanced III painting class that had decided to go to the auditorium during the interpretive dance class in order to sketch out poses and ideas for compositions and models. Once again he was distracted by your lack of care–you weren’t even wearing shoes and now your tight-clad feet were blackened because of it. He hated those tights. So much. You would have to toss them, though he knew you wouldn’t. You had once told him that it seemed pointless to get rid of something for one small flaw, as if he was a monster for suggesting that you better yourself and your appearance. You’re a dancer, how could you be so careless? How are you supposed to create a work of art without an already perfect canvas?

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Skin

Written for Royai Week 2015. I actually always meant to write this scene as part of First Lady of Amestris, so please consider it an extra chapter of it D: I just wrote it for RW because it fitted perfectly for the prompt and I didn’t know what else to write for it. I could still add it to First Lady I guess, but I’d be repeating a whole piece of text so I don’t know, should I?

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Riza stared adoringly at the man who took off her tights with special care. The mattress was soft under her weight, and the pillow so smooth.

It was rather fresh outside, but the room was warm; or they were, at least. The night ahead would only be theirs.

Roy stretched one of her legs and held her heel over his shoulder. An arm was firmly around her knee while a hand ran slowly up and down her bare skin, feeling and enjoying every inch he touched.

Riza closed her eyes to savor the moment. She had never told him, but she had very sensible spots along the expanse of her legs, and she was in awe at how Roy always managed to find them. She was lucky that apparently legs had always been his favorite female attribute.

He kissed her calf and she opened her eyes. She saw the fascination with which he was looking at her and she knew she would have to be patient tonight; he’d want it to last.

“I’ve been waiting all evening for this,” he said. “You’ve been tempting me during the entire dinner with that skirt, crossing and uncrossing your legs like it was no big deal.” He stared at the discarded skirt on the floor for a moment, and frowned before staring at her again. He said with distaste, “Everyone was looking at you.”

Riza smiled. No; it was a smirk. “I heard of this rumor again, that you plan on changing the uniforms. I thought you might like a preview of what would come with that.”

Roy sighed and shook his head. “I won’t do it; I know it would be inappropriate and even impractical for movement.” He shrugged. “But a man can dream, right?”

She smiled. “Dreaming is fine.”

He kissed her under her knee and she shuddered.

She touched her finger to her chin. “I wonder, though…”

Roy looked up.

When she looked at him, she asked, “What is it about legs that you like so much? How come you’re not breast-crazy like most men?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you ask. Don’t you know the answer to that?”

“Should I?”

Roy smiled and planted another kiss on her skin; her thigh this time, and she took a deep breath.

“Your legs are perfect,” he said, more to her body than to her face. “I could never get tired of looking at them.” His eyes fixed on hers and he said in almost a whisper, “And so you know, they’re the only pair of legs I’ve ever been interested in.”

Riza rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. Roy dropped her leg slowly and crawled up the bed to be over her torso.

“And although I love your stomach…” he continued, kissing her beside her bellybutton. “…Your breasts…” he said before another kiss and a gentle caress above her bra. “…And even your shoulders…”

When the kiss to her shoulders came next, she hugged him and pushed him against her.

“…I know how hard it is for you to have to hide them all the time.”

She looked at him immediately, having not anticipated that.

“I know why you don’t like summer,” he said soberly. “And a decent cleavage that fits your needs is hard to find.”

Her eyes softened once more but she couldn’t find her voice; not yet.

Roy moved and returned to Riza’s legs, holding the other one this time.

“And so because your legs are the one part of your skin that is the most beautiful, and you can show them whenever you want to…”

A single finger graced her calf and she gasped.

“…I’m a leg man.”

She was about to reply, but when he squeezed her thigh all she could say was, “Oh.”

anonymous asked:

Ok so what if MC used to work for C&R International and Jumin before showing up into the RFA, and Jumin didn't recognize/realize it at first? How would he react when he finds out? I live for flustered Jumin, honestly.

So like…this blew way out of proportion? Like I really planned on keeping this a short and sweet scenario but when can I ever keep myself short, am I right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!

|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: General 
Warnings: A little cursing, but that’s all
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Jumin
Word count: 3800


“You’re resigning”, Jumin asked her, hands folded on the table in front of him. Jaehee nodded. “Yes, I am. I think it is time for me to leave. I’ve gathered valuable experiences over the past two and a half years, but I think I’ve finally reached a point in my life where I’ve learned enough. I want to start my own business. Nothing big, just a little cafe.” Jumin eyes her, expression stoic and untelling as it usually is. Still, Jaehee likes to think that after spending so much time working by this strange mans side she finally understands him a little bit and somehow that thought makes her proud. She knows that you are the only person that truly unravelled him, but at least she’d cracked him. “I see”, he eventually said, effectively stopping Jaehee’s train of thoughts. “I will have to make the announcement in the following meeting and find a replacement as soon as possible.”

Jaehee felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. This job had been one of the most infuriating, frustrating and draining jobs she’d ever done and yet it would have pained her to know that Jumin didn’t give her the blessing to leave the company and start a new chapter in her life. In fact, she could have sworn that there was just the faintest of smirks curling around his lips and for one Jumin Han that was a big step into the right direction. “You mustn’t worry about that, Mr. Han. I took it upon myself to look through possible candidates within the company, as I see them to be most suitable. They already know how C&R International works and have experience. According to the Chief of another, smaller department there is a Chief Assistant he would highly recommend. Apparently she hasn’t missed a day of work for as long as she’s worked here until a couple of weeks ago where she took less than a handful of sick days. And even then she handed in all the work she had to do.”

Jumin listened to what Jaehee said, thinking everything over. He wasn’t particularly fond on hiring another female Chief Assistant. Even though his father had calmed down after everything that had happened with Glam and Sarah it wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t go after his next assistant. Not to mention that he was not very fond about the idea of having to explain to her – like he had to Jaehee – why she had to cut her hair, wear formal clothes at all times and fake glasses as well. It was tiring and taking away time he could spend more productively. Still, if Chief Assistant Kang believed that mans word and the girl was really that good at her job, he should probably give it a try. At least he wouldn’t have to read through a thousand and one applications and resumes. “Alright. Tell him to send me her resume. I don’t need anything but that. If I like what I read I’ll tell him as much so he can introduce her to me at the next meeting. Thank you for going through the trouble of finding a replacement for yourself. I would have found it bothersome.”

Jaehee nodded and retreated, leaving Jumin alone in his office. It was nice to have been praised and thanked for once, but she sincerely hoped that she’d actually done the right thing. Frankly Jaehee had no idea who that mystery Chief Assistant was. After she’d mentioned that she was leaving C&R international to a couple of colleagues Chief Yie had approached her. He’d started to talk about that amazing Chief Assistant he had that absolutely deserved a promotion after she’d basically doubled the revenue of her department. Jaehee was quite sure that the only reason Chief Yie had suggested the girl was because he feared she’d otherwise get his position and he’d face either demotion or being fired. Of course she hadn’t mentioned as much. After all, it was a win-win situation for both him and her. The sooner Mr. Han found a replacement the sooner she could focus on planning her little café. Chief Yie kept his position, Mr. Han had a replacement and she was free.

The next day Mr. Han called all the Chiefs into a big meeting. He planned to announce Jaehee official resignment as well as see for himself whether that girl he’d been recommended was any good. Jumin read through her resume and work performance and had to admit that he was quite impressed. Apparently she’d started at C&R at the age of sixteen as an intern. Even then, despite still attending school, she’d performed so good that she’d gotten hired by the time she turned seventeen. She worked while attending university and got her first promotion after obtaining her degree. Over the next years she’d gone on to earn one promotion after the other until she’d become the Chief Assistant of the fashion department. Her resume also stated that while fashion wasn’t her primary goal nor passion she’d learned quickly, adapted and never once complained about it. She hadn’t even attempted to change the department despite being offered a different position due to loyalty to Chief Yie.

Apparently the only reason she was considering it now was because he’d told her to and Jumin admired such loyalty and obedience. She’d make a mighty fine Chief Assistant, maybe even as good if not better than Assistant Kang. The only thing that Jumin found confusing was that he’d never even heard of that young woman. The resume was strictly work related so he neither had a name nor a picture – he rarely looked at the ‘personal’ files when looking for candidates – but this one got him curious. He’d been sure that he knew all his employees at least by name but looking at her file he was proven wrong. Despite her performance being meticulous he could not say he’d ever even seen that woman, which probably made her only the more desirable as a possibly assistant. Discrete, invisible and hard working were the perfect traits. When Assistant Kang had told him that she was resigning he’d been worried but all of a sudden he found himself feeling excited.

Everyone had gathered in the conference room, quiet rumble filling the room. It died down the second Jumin entered the room, closely followed by Assistant Kang. Silence fell as he stepped to the front of the room, everyone including his father, looking at him with anticipation. At first the meeting started like any other would. All the heads of their respective departments discussed increase or decrease in revenue, possibly reasons and solutions. Nothing overly exciting happened. Especially now that Jumin and Chairman Han had finally gotten out of the press and everything had returned to normal. That was until Jumin announced that Jaehee was leaving C&R International. There was an audible gasp amongst the others, although Jaehee knew better than to think she would be missed by any of them. She hadn’t had the time to form any meaningful bonds within the firm and frankly, she didn’t mind. It was their shock speaking. To think that anyone would ever so much as consider leaving such a lucrative job was beyond their comprehension.

That was when Chief Yie decided to stand up, announcing that he would go and get his Assistant now. Jumin have him a short nod and the older man practically shot off to go and get her. A mere minute later footsteps and quiet walking could be heard. No one could really make out the most of what was being said, but it sounded a lot like the woman was begging Yie not to do this while he was hissing at her not to be ridiculous. Jumin frowned, confused at what was going on until Yie stepped back into the room, hand wrapped around the woman’s wrist he was practically dragging along. Her long, brown hair was falling openly over her shoulders, fringe covering a lot of her face as she was vehemently looking down. She was wearing trim clothing that was both formal as well as very appealing as it showed off her perfect, slender figure and just enough of her long legs to make it interesting. Mainly because Jumin very much recognized both the body and the legs. 

Yie let go of your wrist, instead gripping your shoulders and pushing you in front of the entire room so everyone could see. It felt embarrassing, being paraded and shown off like that. Especially considering that your fiancé and soon to be husband was standing in front of you with your best friend by his side, and you didn’t even have to look up to know that they were staring at you with wide eyes and shock written all over their face. You swallowed, entire face heating up with shame as you stood in front of the entire board room of C&R International – including your soon to be father in law – with your boss swooning over how great of a worker you are and how you deserved the position. No one knew that you were that mysterious fiancée Jumin Han apparently had. Nor did said fiancé know hat you’s forked for his cooperation for even more years than his very own Chief Assistant. You really couldn’t think of a way to make this situation any more uncomfortable.

Your boss did, though. Yie had always been an idiot and poor worked. The only reason the fashion department hadn’t gone down years ago had been because of you. You didn’t even care about fashion that much, but it had been a steady job and paycheck and tuition was very expensive these days. So when he suggested for you to present the logistics of that month to the board room it wasn’t because he was proud of your hard work, but because he himself didn’t know shit about what was going on in his own department. He knew that you did, though, so now he made it your time to shine. Just a couple of months ago you would have preened and happily done so. You would have died to stand in front of the board room and present your hard work and yourself. Now though there really was no place you’d like to be less than this particular room in that particular situation. “Mr. Yie, Sir, I don’t think this is a good idea”, you whispered desperately. “Don’t be silly, girl. Just do as you are told.” Strike.

You could practically feel the anger coming off of Jumin, even from the other end of the room. He was fuming and you knew that if Yie continued to treat you the way he usually did he’d find himself without a job rather soon. “Sir, I’m begging you, please don’t ask this of me.” The man snorted, glaring at you. “Don’t be ridiculous and do your job”, he hissed at you loudly. With that he stormed off to return to his seat, leaving you standing alone in front of the presentation that had been opened up behind you. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. If he wanted a presentation, he would get a presentation. Your straightened your back, held your head high and proceeded to look into everyones eyes before locking with Jumin’s. You gave him a short smile before all emotion was replaced by perfect professionalism as you began the presentation. You could feel Jumin’s eyes on you the entire time, filled with wonder and fascination about that new side of you he’d never seen before.

You were quick, precise and well informed. Everything about you radiated energy and strength to the point where even the most disrespectful and misogynist of the men in the room were silenced. No one dared to interrupt you, dares to speak or so much as breathe too loudly as your presence filled the room. Jumin had never found a woman more attractive in his life than he did you in that exact moment. He loved your innocent, gentle and caring side to bits and pieces. It was that side that had drawn him in. That side that had gotten him through the darkest of moments. However, this new side, the strong almost dangerous one was bordering on arousing. He could feel his heart beat faster as he listened to your every word without hearing anything at the same time. You were like a tiger and the dangerous jungle had been claimed by you and you only. 

“Thank you for your attention. I would like to use this gracious opportunity to thank my boss, Mr. Yien, for recommending me. It will be my outmost pleasure to accept the new job offer and finally get out of that pathetically taken care of department I am currently working for”, you spat, glaring daggers at Yien. Jumin gasped, surprised by such harsh words. Then his demeanour changed, melting into pure satisfaction as he leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, to watch you tear your boss apart for disrespecting you the way he did. “I’ve been working for the fashion department for many years now and never have I ever encountered a man that incompetent and lazy. He asked me to do the representation today as he himself has no idea what it is about. I researched and composed it all by myself as I have been doing for years. His workload is thrown off onto me and the other assistants whom he disrespects and sexually harasses on a daily basis.”

“You little bitch, how dare you spread lies about me like that. Have her removed”, he shouted at the security men, obviously aggravated. You merely smiled, folding your arms behind your back. His head was bright red, sweat gathering on his forehead. When the men didn’t move your smirk grew, almost devilish, as he grew angrier and angrier. “I said have her removed! Why the fuck aren’t you taking her away.” Jumin snorted out a chuckle, covering his mouth to muffle the sound. “I think, Mr. Yien Sir, the reason for that would be that they do not dare to touch the company heir’s future wife”, you explained, calmly. You knew you had the upper hand and you were enjoying every last moment. His face fell as realization dawned on him but Jumin felt no empathy at all. He’d been eager to chew him out himself, but watching you do it yourself was much, much, much more satisfying.

“When I’d asked you politely, begged you in fact, not to do this you didn’t listen. I tried to protect you, you see, as I felt sorry for your pathetic being. Now, however, you’ve lost all my compassion. I did some digging and found out that beside not working properly you also quite frequently seemed to use company money for private businesses as well as evade certain taxes, which is why you were satisfied by staying in a smaller department, as no one ever digs deep into those. Well, I did. So, I hereby declare, for everyone to hear, that in the name of C&R International I am suing you for sexual harassment at the workplace, heavy tax evasion as well as fraud. I’m not familiar with the legal system, but I am quite sure that you are facing a couple of years of prison. Now please, gentlemen, would you do me the honour and remove that scumbag from this meeting room? I would prefer not to have such useless people working for my husband-to-be.”

This time the security men didn’t hesitate. They walked over to Yien and dragged him out of the room, ignoring his cursing and screaming. The second the door closed behind them you sighed, shoulders sagging. You hadn’t planned on any of this and while you didn’t mind holding presentations those were usually prepared and practiced on your part. Improvisation had never really been your thing. The sound of a chair moving was what ripped you out of your thought and you looked up to see Jumin standing up. You swallowed, shyly looking at your fiancé who once more had one of those unreadable expressions. “Would everyone please leave the meeting room. I would like to talk to my fiancée in private, please. The meeting is over. Thank you for your participation.” It didn’t take more than that for everyone to get up, gatherer there things and hurry out, leaving you alone with Jaehee, Jumin and his father.

When you started to apologize Jumin instantly cut you off, shaking his head. When your eyes met, he was smiling at you. Actually, grinning would be the better word, bright and excited like a little school boy. You’d never quite seen him like that. “You were magnificent! The presentation was perfect and the way you took down Yien was…I dare say sexy”, he said, chuckling in a way that made the hairs in the back of your neck stand up in the best way possible. “God, I cannot believe I never noticed you before. To think that I could have had you all these years, that you were in my reach all this time. It’s infuriating. Only the more reason to be grateful that I got the opportunity to see you in your prime like this.” You blushed, smiling shyly. “I tried…to tell everyone. I really did, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Jumin walked around the table and towards you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. Hands resting on his chest you melted against him, burying your face in his chest as well. “Is that why you were so desperate to leave when you stayed at my place? Because you were worried about work?” You nodded against his chest, so relieved he wasn’t mad you felt like crying. “I wanted to tell you but…I didn’t want you to think that I was with you to ride some sort of coattail. When Yie mentioned a promotion into Jaehee position I instantly said no, but he basically forced me. I wanted to work my way to the top by myself but now -”, you spoke quietly before Jumin interrupted. “And now you’ve made it. You didn’t ride any coattails and yet coming next week you’ll be by new Chief Assistant.” You looked up then, eyes wide and questioning. You couldn’t believe it. You’d been working towards that goal for years and yet…it didn’t feel right at all. 

“But…I’m the one who encouraged Jaehee to quit. I would feel bad for taking her position.” That is when Jaehee cleared her throat, getting both of your attention. “You have nothing to worry about, MC. When you told me to quit you didn’t do so to get my position but with my best interest in mind. I know that for a fact. You told me to follow my dreams and thanks to you I am finally brave enough to do just that so you should too. I didn’t enjoy working here for the most part but you seem to really like the job and we all know that you love Jumin dearly. I think the two of you working together could work out better than any other assistant. He’ll listen to you and respect you while you’ll be able to support and help him. So please, MC accept my position. I could have not wished for anyone better to take over for me”, she said, smiling happily at the both of you.

“You heard her. Please accept the offer, my love. That way we can be together every second of the day and I’ll never have to worry about you anymore. You’ll be safe and provided if you stay by my side and even when I have to go on business trips I can take you along without feeling guilty”, he pleaded, cupping your face and caressing the tender skin with his thumbs. Your eyes locked and there wasn’t a fiber in your body that was capable of denying this man anything. Let alone when he looked at you the way he did in that moment; like you were his entire world. So you smiled and nodded, reaching out to return the tender kiss. “If it is alright with your father I’ll be happy to be your new Chief Assistant.” Of course Chairman Han didn’t mind at all. If anything he’d be delighted to get to know his future daughter in law. Everyone’s problems seemed to be solved.

Jaehee resigned officially a couple of days later and opened up her new café. You and Yoosung helped out as much as you could in your free time. You also talked Jumin into invested, not for profit but to help a good friend. The rest of the RFA had been rather shocked at the announcement but it quickly died down. No one was really surprised that you and Jumin couldn’t be apart even for a couple of hours. Admittedly Zen was fuming for another week and even showed up at C&R International just to check on you. He found you and Jumin talking over coffee you’d gotten at Jahee’s, relaxed and beaming at one another. He left without you even noticing, finally realizing that his worry was not necessary at all. Mr. Chairman quickly learned to adore you. Not only did you make his son happy, but you were also a highly competent and good worker. A real profit for the company.

The happiest, however, was Jumin. He’d never even considered asking you to be his assistant but now he couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect. He never had to fear his father making any advances. He never had to fear betrayal or having to replace you. He got to protect you while simultaneously allowing you to keep your job like you’d asked him to. You were a great worker and reduced his stress by not only cutting his workload in half, but making him relax and smile throughout the entire day. Really, he’d never been happier to go to work then when he did so with you right by his side. “Say, now that I am your assistant, should I call you Mr. Han and Sir as well”, you’d asked one day, grinning cheekily. Jumin had chuckled in reply, husky and warm in ways that caused butterflies in your stomach. “No, my love. You only have to call me that in the bedroom.” He’d winked at you before returning to his work, seemingly unaffected while your face felt like it was burning up. Oh my, working with Jumin sure would turn out interesting…and you were looking forward to every single part of it.