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“What’s the second reason you find me so annoying?” You question, but Minho can’t just make this confession yet. Not here, not now. He’ll need a quieter place for that. “Let’s discuss this in the hotel room.”

SYNOPSIS: Your lazy plans on a free weekend get disrupted when your annoying boss orders you to join him at a business meeting in London. As if this wasn’t stressful enough, it occurs there was a booking problem when making the hotel reservation, leaving the both of you together in one room…

💵 GENRE: smut, a bit of fluff; nonidol!au, enemies2lovers

📜 WORD COUNT: 7.1k

🕰 CONTENT INFO: minho x afab reader; author!minho, ceo!minho, secretary!reader, set in london, they are both in their late twenties, minho our favourite tsundere at it again, reader has no filter when drunk, bestfriend!ryujin, colleague!seungmin

✨ CONTENT WARNING: mention of toxic relationship in the past/toxic breakup, mention of cheating, hard working and overworking, alcohol consumption, mention of food, a tiny bit of jealousy

🕯SMUT WARNING: (soft)dom!minho, sub!reader; slightly tipsy but consensual sex; fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), marking, edging, cream pie, sir kink, praise kink, name calling (doll, good girl, angel)

🏷 AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is part of a series of different stories all taking place in different European cities, I’d appreciate you voting on the following forms by filling out this form! (Don’t worry, it’s all anonymous) with your participation, I am able to turn your ideas and wishes into more stories :) thank you! 🧡 also as usual, sorry for the repetition in the beginning, it’s still that weird glitch

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion. 

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion. 

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion. 

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion. 

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion. 

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion. 

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion. 

Ambition. Authority. Coldness. Dedication. Hard work. Loyalty. No sign of mercy. Passion. 

Bestselling author. Cambridge citizen but born and raised in Gimpo-si, South Korea. CEO of one of the most successful publishing companies. Millionaire at the age of twenty eight. Scorpio. Unmarried by choice.

‘Lee Minho’ is a mindset, more than just that. It’s everything all the upcoming authors want to be like and everything businessmen fear. Whatever he does, there aren’t any complaints coming from any side – even if some appear, they lack evidence due to his unbelievable connections.

He’s a lot. He’s everything. One entry in a dictionary will never do him justice.

“Ms Y/L/N, the papers have to be sent by midday. Be quick.”

He turns around again, after entering your office just mere seconds ago. He’s busy. You should be busy, too. But with the pressure he puts on you, it’s hard to focus sometimes.

Y/L/N Y/N [noun]

Assistant. Creativity. Dreamer. Empathy. Hopeless romantic. Optimism. 

Cambridge citizen but born and raised in Norwich. Hobby writer. Literature major. Middle class at the age of twenty six. Secretary of the CEO of one of the most successful publishing companies. Unmarried and recently separated from her ex fiancé.

You have potential, you could be more and you know that. He’s overworking you, letting you do stupid tasks just to keep you busy, knowing he could fire you in the blink of an eye.

You’re on thin ice, you know that, too. There are lines of people waiting to work for him, especially young women, hoping for the fantasies Lee Minho writes about to turn true – with them as the protagonist.

“I will,” you murmur to yourself, since he can’t hear you anymore, back in his own office, whilst you continue to work.

Midday arrives sooner than you would have liked, still, you somehow manage to send those emails on time, just like he asked you to. It’s the same procedure everyday – he makes you come to work at 7:00, your short break follows at 12:00 exactly before you continue working from 12:30 to officially 3:30 and unofficially 5:30 most of the time.

You would have quit by now and you don’t know what’s still keeping you here – the high hourly wage, the company’s reputation granting you good luck on your CV or just the sheer phobia Mr Lee instils in you.

Maybe it’s an awful combination of all three, it doesn’t matter anyway. You’re stuck here, unless your boss decides to no longer extend that contract once it’ll expire next month. So you give everything. You do everything. You work your ass off.

“Do you want some of my tomatoes?”

Seungmin startles you, waking you up from your daydream or rather zoned out state. 

“No, thank you. I’m not that hungry,” you reply, poking around in your own food as if you were trying to let out all your stress on your fried rice.

“They are tomatoes. They aren’t there to rescue you from starvation,” your colleague sighs after observing your posture and mimics some more seconds. The both of you have grown together over the past months you’ve been working here and you envy him for being in a different, higher position, doing tasks that actually seem meaningful.

“Do you wanna talk?” He offers now, sincerely. Seungmin tends to seem cold and unsocial when first meeting new people but from all the bar nights you’ve spent together after the end of yet another working day, he’s told you a lot about himself.

Well, the soju has told you a lot about himself and so did you, sharing your secrets with him. Maybe Seungmin and his friendship is another thing, making you stay here at the company.

“No, it’s fine. Maybe we can have some beer after work, if you’re up to it,” you suggest, still torturing the innocent kimchi on your plate.

“Actually,” he begins, “I will go on a date tonight, you know there’s this festival downtown.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I remember. With Taehee, right?”

Taehee works in the same department as Seungmin. He’s been head over heels for her since he’s first seen her. It’s cute, you’ve rooted for them and kinda motivated your friend to ask her out.

“Yeah, maybe we can have a drink tomorrow instead?” Seungmin asks.

“Yeah sure. I will have tomorrow and Saturday off, actually, you know, Mr Lee is going on this business trip,” you explain, almost crying happy tears in front of the whole cafeteria.

“Right, well, that’s cool then. Finally some rest for you, so we shouldn’t waste any time then.”

♡

“Another round, please,” Ryujin shouts through the bar, close to dragging the waiter to your table once he’s approaching you. He’s been annoyed by you for some hours now but you’re well paying customers – so who’s he to complain?

The next soju bottle meets the wooden table, lid crashing onto the floor once your best friend smashes the metal off, filling your glasses to the brim. 

“To a calm weekend, dear,” she sings, harmonising with the clinging sound once your beverages hit one another. “A calm weekend without any asshole man bothering you,” follows from her lips, a bit drowned out as she’s speaking against the glass but still audible for you.

“Ryujin!” You scold her, nudging her shoulder but slightly missing it due to the level of intoxication you’re subjecting your body to. “What? I’m just speaking out loud what your little head is thinking, right?”

You sigh, sinking further down on the chair, before another shot of soju floods down your throat, warming up your belly from inside. “Yeah, you are. I’m exhausted.”

“You are. You deserve some rest, love.”

The ringing phone inside your pants’ pocket begs to contradict, when the shrill sound echoes through the bar, showing none other than your boss’s name on the display.

“Don’t pick up,” Ryujin pleads, rolling her eyes in disbelief once she reads who’s calling you.

“Maybe it’s important…”

Ryujin scoffs, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Then he will call again. Put your phone away. He’s not paying you outside of your working hours.”

You nod, knowing if you don’t do it, she will snatch your device away instead. “First your stupid ex harassing you over the phone a few months ago and now, that you’re finally free, another man is possessing your mind.”

Her words cut deep but this doesn’t make them any less truer. You’re on the verge of your next mental  breakdown whenever the sun rises, welcoming a new day, knowing it’s the same shit all over again. You need a break, you really do. After everything your ex fiancé has put you through, not only by cheating on you with several different women but also by making your phone explode by all the messages he’s sent you after the breakup, wanting to get another chance.

You’ve survived this stage, wounded, but you’ve survived it. This was the time your work performance suffered the most, this was the time Mr Lee still remembers, using it against you in every argument the both of you have. And you do argue a lot, mostly because each of you wants to have the final say in something.

“Another round?” Ryujin asks out of the blue or, well, you’ve just zoned out again. “Sure.” The liquid collides with the glass, until you find the transparent object in your hand, guiding it to your lips and the soju slides down so easily as if it was water.

Eyes still shut, you smash it back onto the table, almost as loud as the returning annoying sound. “Again?” Ryujin questions rhetorically. “It’s definitely important,” you interfere now, “you said if it’s important, he will call again.”

Your best friend rolls her eyes once more, arms already back at the position that makes her look like a sulky toddler, “Alright. But tell him to be quick. We have to drink more soju.” With the laughter that follows her order you’re reminded she’s not mad at you, Ryujin always only wants whatever’s best for you.

“Yup, Mr Lee,” you pick up, forgetting about all manners due to the alcohol flooding your whole body.

“Ms Y/L/N,” he begins, “do you have a minute?” You roll your eyes at Ryujin and she’s holding back everything, on the edge of shouting through that speaker. “Yeah, a bit busy, it’s 11 in the evening, you know that, right?”

Minho is a bit surprised about your tone of voice, usually you don’t speak back at him in this way, only when it’s about literature related topics. “Y-Yeah, sorry for that, but it’s a work emergency.”

“What are you, a doctor?” You provoke him and even Ryujin senses it, her eyes almost falling out now. But luckily your boss ignores it. “My colleague called in sick for the business trip and everyone else is occupied with something else. You will go with me instead.”

You scoff, “The fuck I will do. I am on vacation.” Ryujin pours more soju into your glass once you gesture her to do so by pointing at the half empty bottle. “Ms Y/L/N, I will be ignoring the way you’re speaking to me right now since you’re obviously drunk. But you don’t really have a say in this in case you want to continue working for me next month.”

You scoff again, almost choking on your soju. But is this what you want? Do you really want to stay at his company, working and paying with your life, while your boss is the most unthankful creature on this planet?

You don’t know yet. You’re not ready yet to make the decision but you don’t want to regret any drunk choice. You can still make this trip a living hell for him, if you decide against staying there spontaneously. 

So you give in, promising to be in front of the office building at seven tomorrow morning, like you usually are.

♡

It feels like winning the lottery that your drunk self remembered to pack sunglasses in your purse, making it easier to keep your eyes open. The sunbeams dart like little arrows through your skull, making you want to sit down for a second and you already fear the three hour car ride.

“Good morning, Ms Y/L/N,” Minho greets you, friendly as ever, his face showing zero emotions and it makes you wonder if he is a robot after all. 

“Morning,” is all you’re able to let out, considering the vibrations your voice sends through your head, making you dizzy right again.

Your boss surprises you today when he offers to open the car door for you, directing you to sit down on one of the back seats before he walks around the vehicle to take the seat next to you. His chauffeur, you believe his name is Changbin, will drive you to your first destination – the Seven Sisters, located south from London. 

You don’t understand what has gotten into Minho’s head to drive that far, if it was your choice, you would have stayed just in London but he keeps insisting on it, telling you he needs the view of the chalk cliffs for the current book he’s working on.

“You know there’s something called Google, you could have just searched for pics on there,” you suggest rather teasingly, keeping your eyes shut under the thick material of the glasses.

“Look, Ms Y/L/N, this is where we differentiate between a good and a better author. A writer should always aspire to live his ideas,” Minho explains, still no expression on his face but you can’t tell anyway.

You sigh, deeply, from your state of mind and non existent physical energy but also because it’s been thirty minutes of a car ride and he’s already getting on your last nerve again, “This is some privileged view, if you ask me.”

“Well, I didn’t ask you,” he counters and that’s how the next hours continue, the both of you ignoring each other, you suffering in silence and him working on another chapter.

“I need to pee,” you announce once the clock reads 9:30 AM. “It’s only another half an hour, can’t you hold it in?” Minho asks.

“No, I’ve had more than a litre of water, I can’t,” you tell him, completely dumbfounded he can’t even take a break on such an occasion. “Why do you drink that much within a few hours in the first place?”

“Because I have a hangover, if you haven’t already noticed,” you point out the obvious. And luckily he gives in for once.

♡

You don’t speak it out loud but you’re glad about Minho’s decision to visit the cliffs first. It’s impossible to describe the view, the effect those giant sights have on you and your mind, as you soak in every molecule of this moment. The contrast between the turbulent waves hitting the shore and the pale rocks, which are almost as big as mountains, leaves you speechless.

You’re glad Minho is busy with getting his inspiration, leaving you alone to yourself and allowing you to take a quick break. The atmosphere and fresh air does wonders to your physical state, your hangover by now almost gone.

The ride back to London is calmer than the one before, a quick nap helps you to get back to your strengths and a few minutes before you arrive at the business venue, Minho tells you it won’t be too exhausting going to that meeting, as he’s simply asking you (yeah, asking, you’ve heard that correctly, not ordering) to take notes of everything important.

Just like he’s predicted, the work day goes on and to your luck you learn a lot of new things, have the opportunity to meet aspiring people and at some point Minho even allows you to share some of your ideas. His coworkers are just as amazed as he is and you can see the pride on his face, when you tell them you work for him.

It’s all calm for once. It’s unusual. Something tells you it won’t last for too long.

Your assumptions turn out to be true once you perceive the way another young manager lays his eyes on your body, slowly trailing down your curves. But, at least, you don’t notice it, deeply absorbed in your current task of taking some more notes. Who does witness the other man’s action though is your boss. 

And, let’s say, he doesn’t quite welcome it. One of his own piercing stares at the other are enough for his colleague to stop, whilst you’re so unaware of everything.

Still, Minho is able to handle this little distress on his own – convincing himself the whole situation makes him mad because it’s a matter of respect the other one is lacking and not caused by his own jealousy.

Some minutes later his anger has left his body, calmness greeting him again. But the comforting feeling doesn’t last long, especially once you get to the hotel after the long meeting, exhausted from a long day.

“There must have been a mistake,” the woman at the reception stammers, scrolling through the files on her computer.

“How can you double book a room?” Minho asks her, rather rhetorically but otherwise he would snap and causing a scene is the last thing he would want right now.

“I’m deeply sorry, sir, of course you won’t have to pay for either of the rooms and our company will send you a voucher.”

Your boss soon realises there’s no use in discussing, after all you need a room for tonight and you need it right now, as he’s too tired to look for another hotel, even though you’ve offered to do so, “Alright. Just give me the keys.”

The woman does as she’s told, trying to keep a friendly face. Minho almost snatches the electronic card out of her hand and storms to the elevator, not even bothering that he’s carrying his own luggage now, completely ignoring the porter.

He’s furious. You’ve never seen him this angry, blood boiling in his head, jaw clenched together. Why on earth is he behaving like this just because of a stupid mistake?

“I will sleep on the floor,” you offer, hoping it will ease his mind. The room is spacious enough, a few blankets on top of one another will do, you’re sure.

“The fuck you will do, you’re sleeping on the bed and I’ll just see where I’ll stay,” he hisses.

After working for Minho for a few months now you’ve learnt that he’s not necessarily the friendly type of person. He expects a lot from you, he takes you for granted and he’s in general very cold when it comes to interacting with people.

But not even once in those four months has he cursed in front of you before or more specifically, at you.

By now, the atmosphere is so tense, you could cut it with a knife. Neither of you has said something, even though it’s your turn to speak. You try to breathe out a word, but no syllables make it past your lips. So you decide to simply nod.

Minho pays little attention to you anyway, busy with tossing his luggage around, before he disappears behind the bathroom door. The thin walls allow the sound of splashing water to echo to you. 

“I need a drink,” Minho announces once he’s finished with getting his face clean, getting closer to you again. His suit jacket lands on one of the coat hangers, while he’s busy with getting his shirt off, hastily opening each button one by one. 

Well – you would complain about him being unprofessional, undressing himself in front of his secretary, especially since Minho always honours these norms, talking about his high morals whenever he has a chance. 

But pushing him further into anger is the last thing you want to accomplish now; when you meet his eyes through the mirror, you stand by that decision. 

And it takes every tiny piece of sanity inside of you, not to let your gaze snap down to his toned chest and stomach, now on full display. It’s not a new built desire, if you’re honest. You’re not blind – Minho would be the most attractive man you’ve ever crossed paths with, if he wasn’t so strict and cold.

“What are you waiting for?” He helps you out of your daydream, “Change into something more fitting for the occasion, so we can leave for a bar.”

Oh. That is a plot twist you haven’t quite put into your calculations.

By now, his upper body is covered again, a tight black shirt clinging onto his skin, a suit jacket thrown on top of it.

“O-Okay, I’ll be quick,” you promise, grabbing some clothes from your bag before you disappear in the bathroom.

♡

Patchouli scent lingers in the air, once you enter the bar – a bit unusual, now that you think about it. But once you take a few more steps into the gloomy area, you realise Minho hasn’t brought you to some random place. The cushion on the chairs and couches drenched in a variety of the darkest shades of red wine adds to the atmosphere and your plan of getting absolutely drunk, the second day in a row.

You’re dragged along by none other than your boss leading the way, deciding to sit down on two of the cozy chairs located next to a window. To your surprise, he helps you sit down, playing all gentlemen and you know it’s pretence – Minho has brought you to the utmost poshest venue he could find in London so it’s probably inevitable to behave like this.

“One martini for the lady and a whiskey for me,” your boss calls for the bartender, who immediately remembers your order without a need to write it down. Dressed in an elegant black suit, the man exits your space again, leaving you alone with Minho.

If you thought the atmosphere back in the hotel room was unbearable – welcome to the end level of discomfort. “So, Ms Y/L/N,” Minho begins, “if there’s a bunny clan and a cat clan – which one would you join?”

What on earth? What is going on inside his head?

“Excuse me?” You decide is the only plausible reaction for such a bizarre question.

“It’s about intuition, simply answer it,” your boss orders again. But you decide to reply, hoping this isn’t part of his decision making to keep you at his company.

“I-I don’t know. Bunny? I like both animals,” is the first thing you come up with. What’s this about? You’ve always assessed Minho to be a weird guy, struggling with social interaction – after all he doesn’t talk much, prefers writing down his thoughts for future books.

But still, this answer isn’t enough, “Yeah, me too. But this wasn’t the question.” One of his eyebrows is raised, indicating he’s still unsatisfied with your part in this conversation. You’re honoured a few additional minutes, when the drinks arrive.

“Okay. Bunny. Yeah. I still choose bunny,” you make your final decision.

“Not surprising at all,” Minho chuckles to himself, while taking a sip from his whiskey.

“Why is that?” You’re the one to raise an eyebrow now in confusion, not really understanding where he’s getting the idea from a rabbit would fit you more.

“It describes your personality quite perfectly, symbolising sensitivity for instance,” he explains, placing the beverage back on the table.

“You think I’m sensitive?” You ask before grabbing your own drink, letting the liquid run down your throat until you realise Gin Tonic would have been a better choice, but there was no decision given in the first place.

“Hell, yes. You’re the most sensitive person I know.” He doesn’t even sugar coat it, even letting out a laugh. “It’s easy talking when you’re literally a block of ice,” you sneer back at him.

Minho shoots a strict glare in your direction, eyes squeezing tight. “Cats. I’m choosing cats.”

“Not surprising either,” you let out, crossing your arms in front of your chest, allowing your cleavage to leave even less to his imagination – as if it didn’t already take the man across from you enough moral stability to stay sane by the look of your outfit, a tight black dress combined with dark stockings and morello red tinted lipstick.

“W-Why is that?” He manages to ask.

“An introvert that leaves places whenever they feel like it,” you describe the personality of both a cat and your boss.

“You know, cats are a good lesson to teach social interactions and consent,” he counters, taking another sip from his drink but deciding midway to just down the whole glass. “I can’t contradict that. You know, what I’ve said wasn’t meant in a bad way,” you reassure him.

“Oh. Yeah, as if. Keep convincing yourself.”

Another drink later, another few topics all escalating in both your voices increasing in volume resulting in the other guests shooting suspicious glares in your directions later, you find yourself in yet another argument with your boss but this time it’s different.

You’ve passed the trivial topics and themes a long time ago and it feels as if Minho finally gets a bit more comfortable speaking about personal issues, even though it’s not to your advantage.

“You know there’s two reasons why you annoy me so much at work,” he says blatantly out of the blue, currently three whiskeys deep into the conversation, trying to keep up with your immaculate speed of drinking.

“What’s number one?” You ask him, keeping your eyes fixated on his own – filled with fury and a small sprinkle of irritation.

“I am a bit scared of what you’re capable of, I must admit. Your skills, your ideas, your creativity – it’s crucial for a businessman like me,” he finally confesses the thoughts he’s suppressed for so long.

“A businessman like you? I thought you’re a virtuous author,” you bicker, bringing the glass – of now Gin Tonic, you’ve convinced him to order that half an hour ago – to your mouth that’s decorated with a smirk.

“I’m afraid I used to be. I’ve lost that youthful optimism somewhere on the way– and, Y/N, we’re more similar than you think. I’m afraid you’ll end up the same way.”

“Selling my soul to the devil?” You blurt out.

“Do you think that’s what it takes?” An eyebrow raised again, Minho inspects your face in search of any hidden sarcasm. “To be honest, no. This would mean I’d have to sell my soul to you, which I already did when applying for this job.”

Yeah, the alcohol definitely helps you loosen up around him again and for now it guarantees you the effect it always has – not worrying about the consequences of your words and actions.

“Is this how you perceive me?” Minho questions further, placing his chin in the palm of one of his hands, slightly tilting his head.

“Well, yes, when we’re speaking of Lee Minho, the author. I’m not quite sure about Lee Minho, the private person,” you try to save yourself out of your self made mess.

“You think I’m a heartless monster, don’t you?” With his mouth slightly agape you witness his tongue touching his upper teeth and, you can’t tell why, this significant view of him makes your heart race faster, shooting an exciting sensation straight down to your core.

“I wouldn’t go that far, sir, maybe you’ll just need to come out of your shell for once and realise not everyone wants bad things,” you stammer, not quite sure if it’s working.

On the other hand Minho feels awful – not only about the fact you don’t enjoy his presence but also about the way his head starts spinning and the most sinful thoughts enter it whenever you call him by this specific form of address. Of course, in a work space you’re supposed to but for now there’s no need.

“And number two?” You dig deeper, downing the rest of your drink, now at a tipsy state. It was predictable your body would tolerate a higher level of alcohol tonight, considering you’ve already practiced yesterday.

“Excuse me?”

Minho is caught off guard, completely absorbed in his daydreaming, whenever his vision slowly glides down towards your chest and the curves that aren’t hiding behind or under the table.

“What’s the second reason you find me so annoying?” 

But Minho can’t just make this confession yet. Not here, not now. He’ll need a quieter place for that.

“Let’s discuss this in the hotel room.”

♡

“Minho, spill it already, what’s the second thing that’s making me so annoying, hm?” You whine, making your way out of the elevator, as Minho is already hastily stomping in front of you, fiddling with the key cards in his hands.

“It’s ‘sir’ for you still,” he announces, once he’s managed that task, entering the spacious room. He kicks his shoes off and goes straight for the bathroom, closing the door shut.

You toddle behind him, carefully taking your high heels off, before you get closer to the room he’s currently occupying, “Sir, please, tell me…”

In an instant, the door swings open again, revealing a furious Minho, hair disheveled, as he throws his suit jacket onto the sofa. Correction to earlier – this is probably the most angriest state you’ve ever experienced him to be in.

“You want me to tell you, huh?” He provokes you, as he takes slow steps towards you, brushing his fingers through his strands. You visibly gulp, unsure how to react but your body is taking over that task by illustrating your nervousness all over your face.

His breath almost lingers on your face by now, hot and heavy, finding your skin and lightening it up, “You want me to tell you how annoying it is that your ideas are better than mine? That my secretary would be more successful, if she was given the chance?”

“That was the first reason you’ve mentioned, Min– sir.”

The man in question approaches you even further, taking his time with it, until your back crashes into the cold wall behind you. “Yeah, you’re right, there’s another problem, that’s making all the time spent together with you so annoying.”

Faster than you’re able to realise, your face is caught between his fingers, your cheeks being squished together embarrassingly in the process. A few seconds later, he lets go again, but instead places his hand right next to you, caging you between his whole body and the tapestry behind you.

“Wanna know the second annoying thing about you?” He teases again, even though you both know by now how this story will end. His other hand starts caressing your curves, following your eyes trailing down your body until they stop at your hips, so he’s able to pull you closer to him.

“Hmm, please tell me,” you manage to let out and it’s a whisper so quiet, he barely notices it.

“Why do you think I’ve always made you work so hard?” He asks now, all of a sudden, you think. At least you can’t see a connection to your assumed annoyance – but you’re not of sound mind anymore, making it hard to judge.

Instead, your eyes keep flickering from the smirk decorating his lips to his dark eyes filled with lust. The desire of his hands roaming all over your skin, pleasuring every cell in your body with his touches grows with each second.

“Why is that?” 

Minho chuckles, leaning a bit forward, so his lips are at the same height as your ears, making it easier to speak or rather murmur, “I’ve needed to keep you busy, darling, so I don’t jump at you and bend you over the next surface in my office.”

“Is that so?” 

His mouth wanders down your jawline now, leaving soft kisses on your skin which soon turn into pleasurable bites, an attempt to mark you as his – one of his preferences you will learn to adore.

“Hm, it is,” he continues, disconnecting his lips from your neck, “and you know what’s the worst part? I’ve hired you because of your skills. All of this came as an additional package, making everything harder.”

Quite literally.

His hands are finding their way to your hips again and when your eyes meet his you get aware that he’s searching for something, looking for something in yours – until it hits you. He’s waiting for your sign to keep going, your permission for him to saunter into your deepest desires.

And by now, every molecule in your body screams for him, so you don’t let him wait any longer, “You know, we’re not in your office. Technically, I won’t disturb you from work here.”

“Y/N, you have to be a bit more specific. What do you want?”

You take a deep breath, placing your arms on his shoulders, as you start playing with the hair on the back of his head, “I want you to ruin me, sir.”

The mixture of whiskey and gin isn’t as bad as you’ve imagined and even if it was – nothing can drown out the taste of his lips attached on yours. The grip on your hip tightens, as he starts exploring your mouth with his tongue, dancing together with yours in an attempt to fight for dominance.

In the meantime, his hands are already busy finding their way towards the hem of your skirt and once they brush the fabric, you let out a quiet whine, moaning directly against his lips. The created vibrations send strings of pleasure through Minho’s body, making him long for more.

“You look absolutely astonishing in this dress, but I need it off– now.”

His wish is your command, still, you take your time pulling the black satin over your head, leaving you standing there in your stockings and underwear – the morello tinted lipstick scattered all over Minho’s lips and neck.

“So beautiful,” he hums against your skin, as his lips work their way down towards your breasts, cupping one of them through the lingerie. You instantly understand the order, getting rid of your bra as well, giving him better access. His tongue switches places with his fingers, circling one of the sensitive buds now.

And as if this wasn’t overwhelming enough, his other hand travels upwards between your legs, slightly grazing over the drenched covers. When Minho disconnects his mouth from your body, you let out a small moan.

“Doll, you’re always so good at taking orders at work – why don’t we find out if you can be a good girl when it really matters, hm?”

Your head is spinning, pure dizziness filling your brain, making you lose your last tiny piece of sanity, when his fingers push the soaked panties aside. Your eyes roll back caused by the utmost feeling of sensuality he’s granting you, once a single digit slides into you, instantly making your walls quiver around it.

Another moan escapes your lips, but Minho deadens the sound by placing his mouth on yours – it feels suffocating in the best way possible, as if his rough kisses are the oxygen your lungs crave. A squelching sound echoes through the room, when he adds another finger, gliding in and out of you.

“Such a good girl, just like I’ve expected,” he says, once his lips leave your own, as his gaze is now fixated on your hypnotised visage. But the most embarrassing part of it all is the fact you can already feel the rope inside your lower stomach tighten, on the verge of snapping and in the heat of the moment you say, “Could have happened so much sooner, if you’d just been a bit more honest about what you want, Minho.”

Wrong option, Y/N.

He immediately pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean with his tongue and a loud ‘plop’ following. “First of all,” he begins, caging you between his body, his arm and the wall behind you again, “you’re not in the position to judge here, okay?” You hastily nod, all over again charmed by his eyes darting into your own. 

“Second of all, it’s still ‘sir’ for you, you get that?” He announces further, leaning so close, that he’s able to squish your cheeks with his fingers again. “Y-Yes, sir,” you reply, deeply mesmerised by his actions.

In the blink of an eye, he doesn’t only let go of your face but also makes his way towards the bed until he falls down on the soft cushion. When your eyes flicker down to his trousers, you get aware of how hard being in a room with you actually is for him. Even though the black fabric seems to hide most of it, you can still witness the bulge pressing against the clothing.

You're still standing there, freezed, when two of his fingers order you exactly what he’s pictured so many times. Making your way towards him, he stops you with a gesture, “On your knees, angel.”

Not needing to be told twice, you drop to the floor, crawling on the carpet, stockings brushing over the scratchy material, probably destroying the thin material but that’s the last thing on your mind, when you look like this, following his orders all obediently.

It’s pathetic, it absolutely is and he agrees, you can tell by the smirk decorating his face, making you feel even more embarrassed. “Go on, come here.” Being on eye level with his clothed crotch now, you look up at him with big eyes, unsure if he will guide you through it. 

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” You eagerly nod, keeping your gaze fixated on him – this way, your vision doesn’t catch Minho freeing himself from his trousers and underwear but once your eyes shoot down again, you observe his cock for the first time – a bit above average length and the head glistening with precum, indicating you he’s wanted this all along as well.

So you live up to his desires of behaving like a good girl and start placing the sweetest kisses on his upper thighs – making a mental note to ask him for permission to ride them another time – all while your hand makes its way up towards his length, seizing around it, before you start pumping him a few times.

By now, your lips have traveled near where your fingers are currently busy and you decide to break the ice by licking a long stripe at his shaft. Minho lets out a way louder moan than you’ve ever expected him to do, indicating you’re doing everything right. 

“Please– don’t be such a tease,” he whispers, gripping the hair at the back of your head, making your head snap up in the process. “You’re the one begging now, hm?” You counter, copying the smirk he’s had a few minutes ago.

“Shut up,” it overcomes him now. He’s had enough of it – not of your behaviour per se but of the tension that’s been between the both of you right from the first encounter. 

“Sir, why don’t you make me?”

That’s all he needs for permission, guiding your head towards his length now, as you part your lips and welcome him in your mouth. He fills you so nicely, it makes your thoughts wonder for what he has in store next, your walls clenching around nothing by the idea of it.

Steady motions of bumping your head up and down make Minho let his own fall back, as your tongue lays flat against the shaft but switching its movements. You let out slurping sounds but they’re drowned out every time his cock enters you a bit deeper, triggering your gag reflex in the process.

You’re practically drooling all over him and Minho senses his upcoming high by the way his hand has troubles keeping your head in place – if he doesn’t stop you now, he’ll end up spurting his seeds down your throat and even though he adores the idea of it, he’s a gentleman after all who wants to make you cum first.

So, against all his urges, he pulls your head away, leaving your mouth empty, as you stare at him with confusion all over your face. 

“Good girls deserve a reward, don’t they?” Your expression instantly changes, filled with excitement, when he orders you to lie down on the bed, stomach facing the mattress. When you turn around to get rid of your stockings, a naked Minho stops you, “No, leave them on.”

“Okay, sir,” you say, whilst getting back to your previous position. The weight of the bed shifts, once Minho settles himself behind you, aligning his cock with your soaked cunt, ready to be used by him.

“You sure about this?” He wants to know, holding your hips close to him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “I’ve never been this sure in my life.”

And so it starts, he enters you in an instant, just to pull out again. Then, another time, his cock slides into you, filling you to the brim and once you’ve told him, you’ve adjusted to his size, he starts with a steady rhythm.

Your head meets the pillows once you decide to let him guide you through the movements. While one of his hands stays at your lower body, the other one finds its way up to your neck, keeping you in place, as he sharply pounds into you.

“Wanted to fuck this pussy for so long, god, so tight and warm…”

Face buried deep in the pillows, you still manage to let out a moan, similar in volume to those of Minho and the fact that he’s so vocal about this situation turns you on even more. The both of you know it’s just a matter of time, completely overwhelmed by the sensations ruling over your bodies.

And Minho senses it, not just from his own helplessness but by the way his thrusting movements receive responses in the form of your walls tightening around him. So, he decides to bring the hand that’s still located on your hip towards your stomach and down between your legs instead, finding your clit in an instant with two of his fingers.

The circling motions guide you towards your sweet relief, whines echo through the room, but Minho slows down all his movements when he feels you get a bit too close, knowing he’s in need of a final plea, “Beg for it, angel, I know you can do it.”

“Fuck– sir, please,” is the maximum of syllables you manage to pronounce. 

“Not enough, doll, not enough,” he tells you again, encouraging you by slightly speeding up the pace again.

“Sir, please– let me be a good girl and cum all over you–“

So he masters his thrust, whispering a quiet ‘go on’, when he bends over so his lips align with your ears. It’s all you need as permission, before stars fill your vision and the tingling sensation spreads through every cell of your body, lighting up your veins, as your head starts spinning.

Minho helps you ride out his high, getting closer to his climax as well and now it’s your turn to praise him, “So good, sir, please– fill me up, mark me as yours.”

Normally, an evil smirk would have decorated his face now, but he's far too gone, however managing to speak, “Take it, you’ve asked for it, so fucking take it all, doll.”

And so his own high follows. Your walls clench around him, milking him empty, until the last drop of his white juices stick to them. The both of you need some time to catch your breath and when Minho pulls out of you, the mixture of your liquids run down your inner thighs. Still, he’s fast to push them back in with his fingers, shortly overstimulating your sensitive body.

It all happens so fast, but once he’s cleaned you and made sure you’re okay, Minho sinks down next to you on the bed, pulling you closer to him.

“I have to admit,” he begins, “you were right, we should have done this sooner.”

You smile at him, eyes getting heavy from exhaustion, “Well, you know where my office is, Mr Lee.”

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Pairing: Perv! Coach! Hyunjin x afab! Tennis player! Reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Tennis player au; perv patters; dirty thoughts; mentions of groping; fellatio; fingering; cunnilingus; unprotected sex; creampie

Word Count: 1.2k words 

Mellow speaks: Been sitting in my inbox for a while and I'm finally posting it!! Perv fics are really enjoyable to write lmao so i hope you guys like this!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi

There you go again, bouncing around the court in your tiny skirt, the fabric swishing around your legs as you wave your racquet in the air. You would be sure being a tennis player doesn't have anything to do with being sexy, but in hindsight, if you think about the way your skin shines as the sunlight bounces off it, or the way your shorts peek out from under the hem, it's not too hard to imagine why someone would lose their minds at the sight. 

Especially if that someone is your coach, Hyunjin, the person who's seen you wear all sorts of unintentionally sexy outfits during the two years he's been training you. From the yellow shorts you save for your matches, to the sports bra you put on while going jogging in the morning, he's had the pleasure of seeing them all, and yet, he has to say his favorite is the very white skirt you're wearing right now, coupled with that baby blue crop top. 

It's not his fault if he lets his mind wander a little whenever you're under his gaze, or so he tells himself, reasoning that it's only natural to be aroused upon seeing such a heavenly figure. It's only natural to want to run his hands along that supple skin, and to place kisses to all the places of your body that no one else has ever seen before.

Because to him, it appears as if you're doing this on purpose, just to rile your poor, musing coach up until he can't take it anymore and does something that's not right by the book. And you're not exactly proving him wrong either, not when you beckon for him to help you out a new move, a shy smile on your face while your hand shields your eyes. 

It's like an invitation to him, his mind clouding over with darkness despite the brightness of the day as he saunters over. "Yes, darling?," he chuckles, and you can't help but get flustered at the pet name he uses for you. He's told you a handful of times how he's always this friendly with his students, but you can tell that you're the only one for whom he's got that word reserved. And you can't exactly say you don't like it, because who doesn't enjoy the attention, especially if it's coming from a guy as hot as Hyunjin?

So you let him be, let him take a place behind your form as his hands gently make their way to your shoulders, snaking down your arms and getting you in position. "Your stance is too stiff," he mumbles against your ear, his teeth only barely grazing the skin of your earlobe as he fights the urge to bite down at it. The feeling leaves a tingling in its wake, making you gulp a little as he moves even closer, his chest now pressed flat against your back. 

He might as well be in heaven right now, judging from the way he almost finds himself unable to hold back the smirk that threatens to paint his lips, the part of his body that rests between his thighs urging him to pull you to him by the waist, eager to feel the way your hips would be rolling against his own. "Relax, darling," he mutters, his hands slipping away from your arms and choosing to feel down your sides and come to rest near your butt as he positions you correctly (or pretends to do so, anyway). 

You know exactly what he's up to, but there's nothing you can say, or rather, nothing that you want to say. "Feel one with your racquet, act as if it's a part of your being." That's the final piece of advice he gives you, before pulling away to monitor your moves from a distance. Though both you and him know that's yet another pretense, and what he really plans on doing is enjoying the view from the best place, wanting see each and every move of your body. 

Feeling his eyes raking across your form, you raise your arm, the ball in your hand being tossed into the air as you slam it down, lifting your body up into the sky. The ball does a clean smash on the other side of the net, and while Hyunjin was supposed to be praising you for getting the move right at last, he finds his mind too preoccupied with how gorgeous your midriff looks as your top rides up your torso, the urge to touch you even more overwhelming than before. 

All of a sudden, all he can think of is how badly he needs to feel every inch of your skin against his fingers, calloused from playing tennis for years. He wants to press his lips to the warmth that lies in the valley of your breasts, and he wants to life that short skirt up your legs and discover all the secrets you've kept hidden under the outfits you wear. He needs to love your body, he needs to worship each and every curve and dip.

He needs to feel your nails digging into his back as he leaves open-mouthed kisses to your neck and throat, and he needs to hear you moan in that velvety voice of yours as he shoves his tongue into your core and licks stripes and shapes up your pussy. He wants to feel your lips get wrapped around his cock, and he wants to feel the way your palms run up and down his length and massage his balls as you go down on him, showing him stars in the daytime. 

He wants to see your body, see the effect that playing tennis for hours every day has had on it, and he wants to bury his face between your breasts while his cock thrusts and twitches inside you, and he wants to push his seed that spills out of your hole, back into it and fill you up. Yeah, he wants to fuck you. Fuck you inside the changing room, against the lockers. He wants to drag you to his car and fuck you on the backseat, and then he wants to bring you to his home and fuck you against every surface, from the kitchen counter to the bed. He wants to reward you for being a good student, and he wants to punish you for being so distracting. 

He knows what he wants to do, he's known it for a while now. But until today, what he didn't know was how he was going to do what he wanted to do, yet in this moment, he thinks he finally knows. The tournament is coming up, and being the star that you are, he knows you're gonna win. He'll have plenty of time to give you a prize after that, and a good reason too. 

And until that time comes, he can always rely on the stock of photos he has of you (to show you how your form changes throughout a match) to help him through the night.

10/10 happy birthday foxman miss u

비켜 by TNX hits hard 🤯

Glad my Superstar PNation game is holding a special event and brought them to my attention!

You're Just Not Him-Tommy Shelby x Reader x Arthur Shelby

(GIF credit to @mutlulugumhayallerim)

Tags: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @jenepleurepasbaby @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: ‘Could you write a Tommy x Reader x Arthur in which she is the oldest of her siblings and a family friend who Tommy likes, Tommy grew up seeing Reader’s eyes shine for Arthur, her head whipped when he entered or was mentioned, her touches that lingered on him and after nothing of that changing with the war, Tommy makes his move as he thinks that Arthur takes her for granted but turns out that she is mentally unavailable and prefers only being their friend despite her feelings for Arthur.’

Characters: Tommy Shelby x Reader, Arthur Shelby x Reader, John Shelby x Reader (platonic), Polly Gray x Reader (platonic), Ada Shelby x Reader (platonic), Finn Shelby x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, jealousy, heartbreak, arguing, angst

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Polly and Ada walked beside each other as they made their way to the Garrison. One of Tommy’s plans had gone through, the Peaky Blinders were once again successful, and had earned themselves even more money. The women were dressed up, secretly taking a liking to flaunting their nice clothes (but they would never let Tommy know that).

“Where’s (Y/N)? Is she meeting us there?” Ada asked.

“Of course she is.” Polly said.“Tommy made sure of it.”

“I wish he would just ask her to dinner already, it’s been going on since we were kids.”

“Thomas fucking Shelby, leader of one of the most ruthless gangs, can’t even admit his feelings for a woman.” Polly scoffed, holding the door open for Ada as they entered the pub.

As usual, it was alive with chatter and music, it was packed and everyone had drinks in their hands. Some people were past it, drunk beyond what they could handle. The pair waltzed through the crowd as it parted for them, and they entered the Shelby’s private room. The Shelby brothers (including young Finn) were sat there already, a bottle of whiskey and four glasses on the table; everyone but Tommy were playing some sort of card game, but paused it as the women walked in. Tommy also looked up, sighing when he didn’t see (Y/N) with them.

“What a charming greeting Tommy.” Ada rolled her eyes as she sat down.

“Eh, leave the man alone.” Arthur smirked, looking down at his cards.“He’s pining after a certain someone, isn’t that right Tom?”

Tommy didn’t reply, taking a drag of his cigarette. Everyone chuckled under their breaths. It wasn’t often they saw this vulnerable side of him.

“Don’t worry Thomas,” Polly smiled,“she’ll be here. She always is.”

Right on cue, the door opened again, and there she was. Her hair was perfectly curled into waves, rosy cheeks with a faint red lipstick, and her eyelashes accentuated her big, doe eyes. It was as if an angel had walked into the room. (Y/N) smiled as the Shelby boys hollered, nodding to Ada and Polly as they greeted her in a calmer matter. She glanced around to see where she could sit, finding that there was only one beside Tommy.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Tommy, they were close friends, almost family. But she had been hoping to be beside Arthur that night, perhaps pretend to not know how to play the card game, and get him to teach her; it had been sad how she imagined him whispering hints in her ear, leaning in and peaking at her cards, which she would giggle at. There was such a thing as too much imagination.

“Fashionably late again.” Tommy said, offering her a cigarette.

She kindly took it, reaching for her lighter when Tommy already had his out. She leaned towards the flame, watching the end of her cigarette be lit before she pulled away, feeling a rush of blood to her cheeks. She knew Tommy’s actions were intentional, she knew how he flirted, and she had seen the women who fell for it, only to spend one night with him (though for some women, that was all they needed, one of their fantasies had been fulfilled). Time after time, she told herself that she needed to address the problem, tell him that she could never be interested. However, she also couldn’t being herself to break her best friend’s heart.

“What did I miss out on then?” (Y/N) asked as smoke drifted out of her mouth.

Tommy couldn’t help but watch her pursed lips as she exhaled, and as she took another drag of her cigarette. He knew that he wanted something serious with her, he would never just use her, but when she was looking like that, his mind took over, imagining what they could do if they were the only two in the room.

“Arthur is fucking loosing to a sixteen year old!” John chuckled.

(Y/N) looked at Arthur, smiling when his eyebrows furrowed, frowning at his brothers.“So are you, you idiot.”

“What are you even playing?”

As she started a conversation with Arthur across the table, Polly saw Tommy’s static demeanour return, the light that was in his eyes suddenly gone as soon as (Y/N) took interest in his older brother. She knew that Tommy could treat her right (or at least she hoped he would), but there was nothing to say that (Y/N) felt the same. She could see her as part of the family, she could see (Y/N) standing by Tommy’s side, the beautiful Mrs Shelby that all the men gazed at secretly. Her and Ada had many conversations about it.

“You know I’m not understanding a word you say Arthur, especially since you’ve been drinking.” (Y/N) giggled.

“You shouldn’t be able to understand me most of the time then!” he laughed.

Tommy was becoming frustrated. All he wanted was to speak to (Y/N). He had tried countless times to make sure it was just the two of them. He would invite her for private drinks when the Garrison was closed, 'catch ups’ during the times they hardly see each other, and taking her out for lunch after she had been through a hard week. On the rare occasion she did come, he wouldn’t get the result he wanted; she still wasn’t reciprocating his feelings, but Tommy had made it up in his head that she was scared. Even though she had a tiny taste of what life was like with the Peaky Blinders, it would be completely different if she were to be with him.

(Y/N) put out her cigarette as she stood.“Right, I’m getting myself a drink.”

Tommy resisted jumping out of the chair as she left, glaring at his elder brother. Arthur was in his usual state, already on the way to becoming drunk, messing around with his other brothers. What did she see in him? Tommy had so much more to give to her. Why would she wait for someone who would be out every night for no good reason, when she could have him? Yes, there would be times where he too would be away, but he would be dealing with business, meaning he could return knowing she would be safe and happy. Finally rising from his seat, Tommy also got rid of his cigarette, avoiding all gazes as he exited.

(Y/N) leaned against the bar, thankful that people recognised her as a close friend of the Shelby’s, someone who shouldn’t be bothered. Harry appeared to serve her, pouring a large glass of wine, which she didn’t oppose to. Like every other time, she went to pay, but was told to put it away. She smiled, thanking him before turning around, only to be met by Tommy.

“You don’t need to offer to pay every time.” he smirked.

“It’s courtious isn’t it? I’m just being polite.”

“No need to be like that around here.” his body moved closer to her, hand on her lower back.

(Y/N) let it remain there, surprisingly happy with the action as she had noticed some men leering at her.

“Tommy, I-” her words halted as Arthur appeared, grinning at the pair.

He approached them, leaning against the bar. Although Tommy’s hand was still lingering on her, she had turned to face Arthur, watching as he ordered his usual.

“You could have used the window Arthur.” Tommy said, wondering why his brother had come out here.

“Gotta experience the atmosphere Tom!” Arthur exclaimed, clinking his glass against (Y/N)’s.“You got to admit, this is the happiest this place has been in a long time, including us!”

He nudged Tommy’s shoulder with his glass, winking at him before disappearing again, not noticing the look in (Y/N)’s eyes. He chuckled under his breath. Finally his brother had decided which girl was his, the one that would more than likely end up with a ring on her finger. He was happy with that. Tommy always drove himself insane with business at the shop and the gang, he deserved this. Arthur also liked (Y/N), well he loved her like a sister, it would be a perfect match. Now all Tommy had to do was grow some balls and make the first move.

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up with a terrible headache. She had drank a lot more than she could handle. Her mind flashed back to the shots she took with Arthur, just to seem like a fun person, and the drinking contests they held against each other. If she had seen any other woman desperate enough to get themselves drunk to impress a man, she would have tutted at them; look at her now.

As she sat up, she realised she was wearing a coat (along with the clothes from last night), though it wasn’t her own. She sighed as she realised it was Tommy’s, and that he had done this one purpose. It hurt her to think that he would do this to ensure that they would see each other, but she also knew that he did it out of kindness. It suddenly came back to her that he walked her home, wrapping her up in his coat to keep her warm, and battling with her stumbling legs as she giggled, eventually collapsing into bed.

Once she was dressed, and satisfied that she didn’t look a total mess, she grabbed her own coat, intending to head to Tommy’s house, to return the coat and inform him that nothing could happen between them. She would have eaten to give herself a stronger stomach but the thought of food itself made her want to throw up. Her sunglasses perched on her nose, despite there not being too much sun, and the cold air was like a bitch slap to the face. Every noise was extra loud, her sensitive ears begging her to go back home, lay her head down and stay under the covers all day.

As she knocked on Tommy’s door, her nerves started to build up. She wasn’t ready for the Sadness in his eyes, the frown that would appear once she told him to stop with his advances. Tommy had been through a lot more than most people, and he somehow always kept his head high, never showed his true pain. (Y/N) had experienced one break down, it was after the war, and she never wanted to see her friend in that state again.

Tommy answered the door, the only thing missing from his usual look was his blazer.

“I came to return this.” (Y/N) said, holding out his coat.

He stepped back, opening the door further, a gesture for me to walk inside. Holding back a sigh, she stepped in, pushing her sunglasses on top of her head. (Y/N) hanged his coat on the bannister, turning around to face him as he shut the door.

“Thank you for taking me home last night. I’m sorry if I was a handful.”

“You never have been able to handle your drinks.” he said, a slight joking tone to his voice.

“No, not like you lot anyway.”

They stood in silence, and it was verging on the uncomfortable side.

“(Y/N)-”

“Tommy-”

They spoke at the same time. Each of them thought about how much harder this was going to be.

“I wanted to ask you something last night.” Tommy continued.

(Y/N) said nothing, waiting for him to speak.

He slowly inched towards her, his steps small.“How could you love a man like Arthur?”

“W-what?”

“Arthur. Why would you fall for him? I know he’s my brother but…what has he ever offered you?”

“Tommy I…I don’t want to talk about that-”

“Then when will we talk about it? It’s causing a pain in me I don’t wish to have.”

“I don’t want to put you through any pain Tommy. I would never do that. But…Arthur and I connected after the war, and from there I…I’ve not been able to stop thinking about him.”

Tommy was silent as he brushed past her into the living room. She followed continuing his explanation.

“He was so broken, and I understand you were too Tommy, you all were but, but the way he spoke to me, for a moment the old Arthur came back. He was so loving, so open about his feelings.”

“Is that what you want? Someone who expresses their feelings all of the time?”

“I…” she shrugged her shoulders.“Tommy, all I can say was that there was a connection. But now I know that nothing can happen.”

“(Y/N), I can give you everything you want.” Tommy said, nearing her again.

“I’m not interested in valuables or money-”

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about my love for you.”

“Tommy, my head isn’t right. I go after Arthur because we suffer from the same things, he would be able to understand.”

“And I wouldn’t?” he wasn’t getting defensive, he was more upset, and his soft tone reflected that.

“I just…after last night I realised how stupid I had been. Going after someone who will never be interested. But I kept perusing him because it was a different thrill. It was something to distract me from my mind.”

“What is going on in your head?”

“A lot. A fucking lot Tommy. But no one wants to speak about it, only Arthur. I suppose that because he was easily able to talk about it and help me, I fell for him. But I understand now that I need to put myself first. And it’s embarrassing that a drunk night out made me realise that.”

“I could look after you.” he breathed out.

“Tommy, you’re never there. I know you’re busy with all this shit, and I could never put that stress on you. And…”

“And?”

Tommy was inches away from her, his hand slowly coming up to his cheek. He was so gentle. It was as if he had calculated his movements, making sure not to startle her as he made the boldest move. His head leaned down, lips so close that they could brush, but his heart shattered into a thousand pieces as (Y/N)’s head ducked down.

“And I don’t love you Tommy. I’m sorry.” she whispered.

They were frozen, with Tommy’s hand still on her cheek. (Y/N) had the courage to glance up into his eyes, but regretted it as soon as she saw him staring back. There was nothing behind them. The hope and lvoe had all but vanished. His hand slowly dropped, and he backed away.

“Tommy, you’re still my family-”

“Just go.”

“Tommy-”

“Go!” he yelled, causing her to flinch.

(Y/N) hesitantly left, pulling her gaze away from him. This isn’t what she wanted. This was what she had been avoiding. She didn’t want to be the one to break Tommy Shelby. What if he went off the rails? He could make an irrational decision because of his Fury and it would all be on her. She was so stupid. But she couldn’t make up her feelings for him, not when her head was in that state. The hangover that had been presented had all but disappeared, instead, the dragging guilt was on her mind; she slumped towards her home, ready to hide underneath her duvet covers forever. (Y/N) had broken Tommy Shelby’s heart, and that was one of the most awful things she had ever done in her lifetime.

still processing the new tommy pictures situation

miss tifa!

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I am LIVING for the quality-time centred fics on the dash today

Hyunie's was just DEVASTATING 💔

The Lino one... I don't quite know how to explain my feelings but it brought such a great sense of contentment to my soul

Seungmin BAHAH💀 that one was so real. Someone pls send me a Minnie who'll critique soap operas with me😩 On top of that, this is a family activity in my home haha so I smiled so big reading it<3

With binnie... *sigh*, just yes. Yes yes yes. People who prioritize health are such green flags imo. I loved that one

Felix :( that's all I have to say– :(

my bokie :( why did you do that? Do you want me to cry? :(((

All of them were so so good, even though I haven't commented on Innie's, Chan's (so precious) or Hanji's just know I really enjoyed reading them! Also the references were so on point :D Innie with the 7 layers [I worry about that kind at times] and Han losing rock-paper -scissors (the infamous skz curse XD)

i love anything to do with domesticity with skz

Mundane activities you'd enjoy with SKZ!!!

Chan : painting your nails together

i can't stop thinking about how excited chan was to draw little shapes on his nails :,)

so one day when he sees you bringing out a bottle of nail polish, he asks to paint your nails for you

you blink at him and he starts fiddling with his ear nervously

he's like "nvm" but you giggle, pulling him by the hand towards the floor

you both sit in there and he places your palm on top of his knee

his tongue would poke against his cheek in concentration and you can't help but kiss him because he's so ADORABLE

which in turn becomes a kiss after each painted nail

he's so proud of the finished product

he's clapping all excited and he looks so endearing this way

you make a mental note of asking him to paint your nails more often

you paint his nails in return and now you are sporting matching nails

so cute

Minho : cooking with him

You love cooking with Minho

You don't do it often because you are both busy

but when you do have time it's one of your favorite activities together

you move seamlessly around each other in the kitchen

you don't talk lots because you are busy with your own tasks

but your hands brush against each other

and he places his hand on your lower back to grab the pan next to you

or you kiss his shoulder quickly while you're on your way to the fridge

just subtle touches here and there,, like a silent "i love you"

sometimes when you are tired, he makes you sit on the countertop while he cooks for you

you rant about whatever's bothering you and he hums, offering advice when needed

and you also liked watching him cook

he looked very beautiful in his element

and it was always gratifying to eat something you both prepared together

Changbin : bringing you a glass of water

now this might sound so silly

but Changbin is very adamant on making sure you are healthy

and i see him bringing you a glass of water throughout the day and not leaving till you drank it all

like you'd be watching tv and he's suddenly in front of you with a glass of water

or you're just brushing your hair and he's like DRINK!!!!!

or he'd place one on your bedside so you'd drink it first thing in the morning

he might also buy those 3L bottles with encouraging words on them

and whenever you finish drinking he'd grin so brightly

and he'd plant a big kiss on your lips

"you are me so take care of yourself" type of energy

Hyunjin : brushing your hair for you

when you are tired or sick, the thought of brushing your hair is just draining

and hyunjin picks up on your low moods

when you leave the shower and you just sit on top of your bed staring at nothing

hyunjin comes up behind you, hairbrush in his hands

he'd place soft kisses on your shoulder blade

before gently sectioning your hair and brushing it

he'd be so careful while untangling your knots

making sure not to hurt you

when he's done, he'll loosely braid it for you

before peppering your face with kisses

he's just so gentle :(

you'd brush his hair too for him

and when you are done he'd lay his head on your lap

and you'd run your fingers gently through his hair

while he dozes off because your touch is so calming to him

Han : midnight errands

running errands with han at night is just so fun

you both go there with no list planned

you just pick up whatever seems appealing to you

because you are too lazy to cook dinner but you are also hungry

so you'd start placing random food items onto your cart

you'll eat them while watching movies later

will sooo play rock paper scissors to see who'll pay

he always looses too

he WILL whine but he actually doesn't mind

he loves paying for your food

when you are done, you'll climb onto the supermarket cart

and han would push you around while you giggle so hard

then it's your turn to spin him around

until he's begging you to stop because he's so dizzy

always ends with him giving you a piggy back ride home

while you clutch the bags of groceries in your hands

you'd sing on your way home as if you are both drunk

but it's just the giddiness of your love for each other

Felix : cutting up fruit for each other

When felix starts gaming he's just gone

like expect him to be in his own world

sometimes he loses track of time and he doesn't eat for hours

you started cutting up fruits and bringing them to him in a bowl so he'd snack on them

the first time you did it he blushed so hard because he appreciated the sweet gesture

then it became a habit of yours

he started pulling you onto his lap

so you'd both eat the fruits together while he games

you'd feed him pieces while eating some too

then he picked up on this habit of yours

and now whenever you are studying/working too he'd place a bowl of fruit on your desk

he then kisses your forehead and goes on with his tasks

it's just your silent way of taking care of each other

and you both appreciate it a lot

Seungmin : folding laundry together

You'd make a little date out of it

bringing the basket of clean clothes to the living room

and starting up a cheesy drama

you'd fold your laundry while watching the show

legs crisscrossed on the couch and your thighs pressing agaisnt each other

and you'd both make comments about how cringey the main character is

but you still love watching

it was your way of spending more time together

sometimes you'd turn the tv show off and you'd tell each other about your day

ranting about whatever went through your mind

i also imagine you starting silly debates while folding the clothes

like "is it cereal before milk?" or "do you wear both socks before putting the shoes on?"

it'd be your little personal unwinding moment

and you started to look forward to it each time you did laundry

Jeongin : putting on skincare together

this man slaps toner 7 times to his face I'm still not over it ANYWAYS

you'd both meet up in the bathroom every night

your skincare would be nicely lined up

and then you'd both start doing your respective routines

while a random song plays in the background

it will turn into an impromptu karaoke because the bathroom has a nice echo

he'd tease you for your voice cracks and you'd roll your eyes at him

but he really looked forward to these moments with you every night

he knew that whatever happened throughout the day, he'd be there with you in the end

sometimes when Innie is tired, you apply his skincare for him

"7 times? really?" you ask him amused and he nods, "yeah that's why my skin is so nice. keep up"

if you are ever too tired and you end up crashing on your bed directly

he'd be there with a makeup wipe

gently removing makeup from your face

and placing tiny kisses on your nose

he's in love your honor

I love that Kieren comes across as shy and quiet but he’s sassy and fucking strong and there’s something just so powerful in him, and he speaks up and i dunno I like the quirkiness of that.

And Simon! He seems like a leader, a figure to look up to, but instead he’s very much a follower and he is constantly looking for someone that will guide him.

God these characters are just so well written.

IF THIS VIDEO DOESN’T CONVINCE YOU TO READ THE FIC, I DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL.

Seriously, though, the fic is wonderful and masterfully written, such a creative premise and beautifully detailed levels of world building! And along with that, the tension and conflict and feelings are all conveyed so beautifully, and the buildup of the story feels natural, and agh it’s so good, at this point it’s just a mental reminder that I should reread this again!

This video fits it so well, it totally captures its feeling and vibe, and all of the many many feelings! They are both so well done, and props to you, Jess, this is a fantastic video on your first try!

don’t take the money

when Arya is supposed to write an article on the underground fight club in 1991 Chicago, she never expects to catch the attention of the infamous “the Bull”

Two wild ducks in a neighborhood park

Omg, thanks! I'm still fangirling over this so badly... like, it's almost impossible for people to believe it...

Thanks a bunch! I really appreciate that you took the time to draw out a request! It makes me so happy!

Here a request I made for @nilakantadq619 ^^ Of her Oc and Blue :D I so glad she liked it. The song she sent me was “Let it die” by Starset. I had a lot of fun making this! @monathehegehog yours is coming, it’s just been very difficult do to the fact that there are some many characters. ><