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forjongseong · 1 year

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daylight // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 7 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; somnophilia (consensual); oral sex; unprotected sex; profanity (obviously); implied cockwarming // wc: ~2k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 -la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil

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summary: you've just gotten engaged to your boyfriend/secretary the night before, and he woke up feeling horny and in desperate need of your touch.

author’s notes: I did a poll, and the majority of you chose this!

I actually started writing this one at the end of January, and I was planning to use it as an opening scene of part 11. but then days go by and I haven't made any progress, but I am itching for you all to read this, so here goes nothing! it's 1k words more than the usual minisode, but it's pure smut so no one is complaining, right? 😋

took me a while to find the perfect song for the title, and I finally settled on daylight. you can never go wrong with Taylor Swift.

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Jay had been awake for minutes, staring at the dark ceiling that was starting to get stripes of orange from the morning sun peeking through the blinds. He turned his head to look at you, peacefully asleep and facing your right—his side of the bed. Your hair was covering your face, so Jay scooted closer to you to tuck the strands behind your ear.

His eyes traveled down your face, starting from your eyebrows. He had seen them knitted way too often, either from stress caused by work or pleasure caused by himself. Your eyebrows were relaxed now, and your eyelids were closed shut. Your breathing was steady, and as Jay squinted his eyes he could even hear the way you were inhaling and exhaling at a slow pace. Your lips were plump and glossy, courtesy of the lip mask you refuse to skip every night during your skincare routine.

It reminded him of how your lips look after locking them with his. The serene image of you sleeping was instantly replaced with you panting, cheeks flushed and chest heaving from the intensity of your activities with him. Jay could feel himself getting hard fast just by imagining you under him, and as much as he wanted to continue watching you sleep, he really needed to be inside of you.

Very carefully, he pulled the blanket away from you, gently kicking it aside so he could see your beautiful body. The silky white nightgown you were wearing to sleep barely covered anything, and he could see your nipples through the fabric. Worried that you might feel cold, he started caressing your arm, replacing the coziness of the blanket with the heat of his own body. You did not react much, so he took it a step further.

He pulled the straps of your nightgown down, easily letting your breasts slip out of it. He began tracing his fingers around your chest, gently massaging them and putting pressure on your nipples. You started furrowing in your sleep, and Jay stopped only to find you rolling towards him and lying flat on your stomach, effectively cutting any access he had to your breasts. He chuckled lowly and resorted to brushing your hair with his fingers, with his hand lingering on your now bare shoulder.

Jay pushed himself up and caressed your back, gently pulling the straps further down so he could undress you completely. He was only able to pull your gown to your hips, though, since the straps got caught in the crook of your elbow. He noticed that the skirt of the gown was already riding up anyways, so he thought it would be easier to just push it further and make your gown bunch around your waist.

Your ass was now on full display, modestly decorated in the new thong that Jay had bought for you a while ago. Jay licked his lips, holding himself back from just spanking your ass cheeks, and instead tugging the straps of your thong ever so carefully before pulling them down your leg and taking them off completely. You were now laying there almost naked, and Jay just could not wait any longer.

He moved to hover over you, careful not to put too much weight on you as he began kissing the back of your neck. You let out a soft whimper, and it only drove Jay to kiss you more—down the back of your neck, along your delicate shoulders, and back to the center and down your spine. As his kisses grew closer towards your behind, he stopped for a second to check on you. Your eyes were still closed, but he could tell that your breathing was getting heavy.

He continued to plant kisses on your ass, even resorting to gentle bites in hopes of waking you up so you could enjoy his ministrations better. All you could muster was a whine, and even then you still thought you were dreaming. Jay directed his wet kisses down to your inner thighs, carefully keeping your legs apart so he would have room to eat you out properly.

You stirred in your sleep and began facing the side, almost pinning Jay down with your leg. Jay pulled away to reposition himself between your legs, finally finding the perfect position for him to run his tongue along your folds. When he did so, your breath hitched, and it took him a couple more licks until you finally woke up.

You grasped the sheets under you and blinked twice before you realized what was happening. The wet dream you were having was literally coming true—there was your fiancé, Jay, resting between your legs and innocently licking your cunt as he stared right into your eyes.

“Good morning, baby,” he said with a chuckle after licking his lips.

“Oh, Jay,” you moaned, reaching down to brush his hair back.

Now that you were awake, Jay had to pause his activity down there to greet you properly. He shifted from his position and was now on eye-level with you. You could see the slightest bit of your arousal, or his saliva, tainting his chin.

“Why did you stop?” You asked, closing your eyes again as you caressed his face with one hand.

Jay laughed softly, placing his hand over yours. “Just wanted to make sure it’s okay.”

You nodded. “We already talked about it.”

Your thumb was caressing his cheek so softly before you stopped and then moved your hand to the top of his head. You then pushed him downwards, and Jay could not help but let out a breathy laugh. You lied on your back as Jay settled himself between your legs again, and you opened your eyes once to make sure he was there and comfortable. He winked at you before kissing your thighs, and you chuckled softly before closing your eyes again.

The gasp you made when he reattached his lips to your cunt almost sounded too loud, but at this point nobody cares. You brought your legs up as Jay continued to eat you out, resting the soles of your feet on the back of his shoulders. He had your hips pinned down, firmly keeping your legs open by placing his arms around them. Whenever he sucked on your clit too hard, you buckled, and his biceps flexed against your thighs.

“Jay,” you breathed.

Jay hummed right into your slit, making your eyes roll back in extreme pleasure. You were now arching your back, moaning, whining, and doing your best to audibly let Jay know how much of a good job he was doing. You reached for the pillow your head rested on and grabbed the edges, grasping on it for life as Jay took you to your first high of the morning. You came in his mouth, moaning loudly and pressing your feet down his back.

As you slowly begin to catch your breath, Jay lovingly caressed your thighs, kissing them again and painting your skin with your juice. When you opened your eyes, he was smiling at you, but only for a split second before his expression turned back into lust. You reached out your hand to him, and he instinctively crawled back to you, at the same time tugging your nightgown down and throwing it away.

Your eyes were locked on his lips the whole time, so when his face was level with yours, he wasted no time smashing his mouth into yours. He groaned into your mouth and you moaned with him, simultaneously tasting yourself on his tongue. Your one hand was caressing his shoulder as he devoured you, while the other traveled down to meet his erection. He hastily tugged his boxers down, taking a couple seconds to kick them away from his feet.

You palmed him and he began to shake from the pleasure of your touch. He pulled away from you and you could see his mouth hung open, eyelids fluttering as you continued to stroke his shaft. He closed the distance between your bodies, no longer propping himself with his palms but with his forearms instead. You then aligned his tip with your entrance only after coating it with your arousal and spreading his precum along your folds too.

Jay breathed heavily into your neck as he slowly entered you. You were holding onto his shoulders tightly, holding your breath as you felt him inside you. His size always made you feel overwhelmed, no matter how often you had sex already, and Jay was always a gentleman for waiting until you give the sign that it was okay for him to move. For now, the sign was a soft caress along his back.

He pulled out from you ever so slowly, only to slip into you again in a similarly agonizing manner. He thrusted into you once, and then twice, and from then you began to set the rhythm. Your hips rolled against his as you tried to meet his pace, but from the way he was breathing and the way his eyebrows were knit, you noticed that he could take a break.

You hooked your leg around his waist and gently pushed his shoulder, and in an instant he rolled over, lying on his back with you sitting comfortably on his cock. His hands were resting on your hips while you rested your palms on his chest. You started grinding into him, and you could see the pleasure wash over his face as you began to increase the speed.

“God,” Jay muttered in between breaths. “Fuck, yes, baby. Just like that.”

You smiled and kept the pace, just like he requested. You took the time to observe his face as your hands continued to caress his chest, down to his toned abs, and all the way back up to his shoulders again. Jay took one hand away from your hip and started pressing on your clit, determined to make you reach your high at the same time as he would. The stimulation was too much for you, though, and as you let out the lewdest moan you came for the second time this morning, this time on his cock.

You collapsed on his chest, your face touching the crook of his neck. You told him to continue, so he parked his hands on your waist as he began rutting his hips into you, chasing his own high. Your walls clenched around him before he finally released his seed inside you, and by then you were both a panting mess.

Since you were both covered in sweat, when you moved to adjust your position, your skin made a sticky sound as your body detached from Jay’s. You both laughed softly as you pushed Jay’s chest in an attempt to sit back up. In the process, you flipped your hair back, showcasing your neck and your breasts that were covered with old hickeys.

You were about to move away from Jay when he pulled you by your wrists. He was still in you, and you could still feel the warmth of his cum coating your insides.

“You look beautiful,” Jay commented, admiring the view of you still seated on his cock. “Just like this. Sweaty, messy, naked. You’re gorgeous.”

You did not even know that a genuine compliment from Jay could still make you shy. You bit your lip before covering your face with your palms, and Jay whined as he pulled your wrists down again.

“I mean it,” he said. He propped himself up with his elbows. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Because I just had sex with you?” You asked, pulling him up so he was sitting too. You brought your legs to rest around his waist, not wanting him to leave your cunt so soon.

“Because you are beautiful.” He kissed your chin. “Because you are mine.” He kissed your cheek. “Because you’re my fiancée.” He kissed your lips.

You smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. “You are a sappy romantic.”

“I am your sappy romantic,” he whispered into your lips. “I love you, wife-to-be.”

“I love you, Jay.”

Jay pouted at you, and you giggled. You then squished his cheeks with both your hands.

“I love you too, future husband.”

-END-

another author's note: I hope you liked this one! I gotta say this is one of my favorite scenes to write. Stay tuned for part 11 😉

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flan-tasma · 7 months

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El amor de Freminet (Freminet x GN!Reader)

💖~Freminet loves you in a sweet way~

Warning: Nope now💖 just fluff | Google Translate sponsors me (it's a lie) If I made any mistakes in the english translation, I would be happy to read your comments! | Content in spanish and english

Spanish:

Freminet es un amante tímido que jamás dejará que las calles se enteren de que ustedes son pareja porque no es necesario. Cuando estás con él su mirada se vuelve más cálida y sus labios dibujan una muy disimulada sonrisa que le calienta las mejillas si lo notas, puede que esté menos tenso mientras deja que tomes su mano y juegues con sus dedos si quieres, por favor pasa tus dedos por las arrugas de los suyos, él no tardará en derretirse por la cercanía que siente.

Cuando te besa siempre lo hace en la seguridad que le trae la privacidad. No quiere que alguien los mire mientras enrolla tu cabello entre sus dedos o que alguien más se ría mientras se pierde entre la suavidad de tus labios. Solo quiere sentirse cerca de ti y abrazarte mientras deja besos cortos alrededor de tu cara y tus labios, mientras las respiraciones se entremezclan y lo único que los separa es la ropa, no alguien que te está hablando, no él trabajando. Él te tiene aquí, justo donde te quiere, a su lado para sostener tus mejillas y besarlas, esperando que tú hagas lo mismo y muriendo feliz sintiendo cómo tú bálsamo o tu labial le deja marcas que se camuflan con sus pecas.

Freminet es un amante suave, que entre el frío siempre se asegura de abrazarte mientras lo besas, pasando sus dedos por tu figura y calentando sus manos contra tu cuerpo, sintiéndose caer entre nubes cuando tus labios pasan burlonamente desde sus labios hasta su nariz. Freminet es un amante cálido cuando te abraza durante horas y no te quiere soltar, dejando que te duermas junto a él mientras se esconde del mundo contra tu hombro. Aspirando tu aroma junto a las cálidas mantas cuando el día es lento, pero no lo suficiente como para dejarte ir de el lugar en donde te quiere, que es a su lado.

English:

Freminet is a shy lover who will never let the streets know that you are a couple because it is not necessary, that'll be your job, they can know it in other moment. When you are with him his gaze becomes warmer and his lips draw a very hidden smile that warms his cheeks. If you notice it, he may be less tense while he lets you hold his hand and play with his fingers if you want, please pass your fingers through the wrinkles of his, he will soon melt from the closeness he feels.

When he kisses you he always does it in the security that privacy brings him. He doesn't want someone to look at you while he rolls your hair between his fingers or for someone else to laugh while he get lost in the softness of your lips. He just wants to feel close to you and hold you while he places short kisses around your face and lips, while your breaths intermingle and the only thing separating you is clothes, not someone talking to you, not him working. He has you here, right where he wants you, next to him to hold your cheeks and kiss them, waiting for you to do the same and dying happy feeling how your balm or your lipstick leaves marks that are camouflaged with his freckles.

Freminet is a soft lover, who in the cold always makes sure to hug you while you kiss him, running his fingers over your figure and warming his hands against your body, feeling himself falling between clouds when your lips pass teasingly from his lips to his nose. Freminet is a warm lover when he holds you for hours and doesn't want to let go, letting you fall asleep next to him while he hides from the world against your shoulder. Inhaling your scent next to the warm blankets when the day is slow, but not enough to let you go from the place where he wants you, which is next to him.

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fangirl-inthe-outer-rim · 1 year

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Lazy Morning

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: You and Cal have a lazy morning.

A/N: It's been a while since I looked at my star wars fics. I have advanced my writing so much and you will see once I actually get started on my Survivor fic. Hope you enjoy this one no matter how old it is!

“Ugh,” I groaned after being roused from my slumber. Those on this junk planet were already awake and clearly didn’t care about how tired I was. Suddenly, A hand came into view and slapped me in the face.

“Mmhmm huh?” Cal beside me had just woken up.

“Cal!” I watched as he jerked up, he was definitely more awake now.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!”

A huge grin spread across my face. Cal followed suit. Giggling, Cal fell back on the bed as the laughter to consumed him. I had curled up due to the intense feeling in my stomach.

Once we had calmed down, we had curled up next to each other. I rested my head on his chest with an arm around his waist. He had his arms wrapped around me and rested his chin on my head. We lay there for a few moments basking in the presence of each other.

“Prauf and I are working on the star destroyer that came in three days ago.”

“Yeah? I’ll be there too I think. I’m helping Osira and the crew with cutting the wing.”

“Sounds like the both of us have an exciting day ahead of us.”

I snickered as we both climbed out of bed. There was no struggle in getting ready. Even if our space was small. We’d perfected the motions over the past two and a half years we’ve been together. As I brushed my teeth, I thought of the moment when I met Cal.

(:)

I was late. I was so late! Kriff, my boss is going to kill me! If I had actually gone to bed when I was supposed to I wouldn’t be in this predicament. But no, I let the girls talk me into going out on the odd chance that I’d meet someone. It was a great night and I sort of met someone. I probably won’t see him again. Since I didn’t have any way of contacting the man. I don’t even think I remember his name. Oh, what was it? Cam? Caer? Ugh, I can’t remember! I need to stop thinking about him and hurry up and get to work.

It was as if fate had a funny way of messing with me. I got to work which started out with an earful from my boss. Then I was shipped off to help out one of the riggers. The irony didn’t fully set in until I reached my post for the day.

“Hey, um… I’m supposed to be helping you out today.” I cautiously approached the man kneeling on the ground. I couldn’t really see him because of a shadow.

When there was no reply I spoke again, “Excuse me? Did you hear me, sir?” Yet again there was no response. That is until I heard a chuckle to my left. An Abednedo stood there watching the exchange.

“He can’t hear you. He’s got headphones on.” The massive Abednedo moved closer to the man and me. “Name’s Prauf. This oblivious idiot’s name is Cal.” My eyebrows drew. I knew that name from somewhere.

“Hey, Cal! You got someone here trying to talk to ya!” With Prauf’s booming voice, Cal finally moved.

Standing up and turning around, the man, looked at Prauf. “What’d ya say, buddy?”

“This one’s been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now”

Cal turned to me and his eyes widened. I followed his movement. This is the man from the night before! The one from the bar. I knew I recognized the name.

“I didn’t think I’d see you ever again. I don’t mean that in a mean way. I just… We never really exchanged any information.”

“Yeah, no. I get it. I felt the same way too. I uh, was told to come help you. I guess the force has a way of bringing people together.” At the mention of the force, Cal’s eyes widened but soon returned to normal.

“Heh, no kidding.”

(:)

“Hello, Y/N, come back to me.” Cal waved his hands in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry. I zoned out.”

“I can see that. What were you thinking about?”

“Just how we met.” I heard Cal snicker, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just how that worked out.” Cal, with a grin, pulled me closer, “I’m glad it happened though.” With a light peck, Cal let me go.

I quickly finished in the bathroom as Cal ran around our place looking for some clean socks. I simply walked into our bedroom and found a pair of socks and presented the socks to the man. With a grumble, Cal took the socks. Now ready, we said our goodbyes and went to our posts.

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esuemmanuel · 6 months

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Se tiene que caer de las nubes más altas para tener la valentía de mirar a la cara al orgullo y ponerse de rodillas ante la humildad.

One has to fall from the highest clouds to have the courage to look pride in the face and kneel before humility.

#esu emmanuel #2023 #el hombre de la soledad #escribiendo en soledad #escritores en tumblr #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #poetas en tumblr #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #pensamientos #poeticstories

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theluckywizard · 4 months

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A Sense of Duty

This is a self-contained fic of a tense conversation between Commander Cullen and warrior Garrett Hawke. It pairs with Chapter 65: The Return of my long fic In the Shattering of Things, but I've written in the context so anyone could enjoy a good Hawke v. Cullen throwdown in the Inquisition era.

Summary: As commander of the Inquisition forces, Cullen needs to have a chat about tactics and protocol with his old acquaintance, famed warrior Garrett Hawke after spurious reports come in from Crestwood. The mountain of history between them and the salacious rumors about Hawke and Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan make this conversation more intense than he expected.

Excerpt under the cut 👇

“I’m sure by now you’re familiar with the Inquisitor’s background,” he begins.

Hawke nods, clutching a hand over his shaggy, unkempt hair to keep the gusts from claiming it.

“I’ll start by saying that she has my full support. But it can’t be understated how inexperienced she is in combat situations.”

“I’m well aware, Cullen,” says Hawke, reaching for his given name for the first time in several years.

Cullen snorts softly before continuing. “I know you’re a talented warrior. I know you fought in the King’s Army. Your accomplishments are well-known. But the Inquisitor—”

“Rose. You can say her name,” answers Hawke, the interruption cutting Cullen so deeply that he feels sure that Hawke must be aware of what had passed between him and her. He continues before the chafe of the words ignites his resentment into anger.

“The Inquisitor needs steady combat guidance. Not stunts and wild improvisation.”

“You, Ser, lack imagination,” says Hawke, stopping to look at him.

“So I’ve been told,” he says drily, not taking the bait. He continues walking. “I don’t suppose I could impress upon you the importance of her staying alive.”

“This is about Caer Bronach, isn’t it? What were we going to do? Sit with our thumbs up our arses waiting for your troops to arrive?”

“This is not the place for unorthodox tactics. The Inquisition must be above reproach.”

“Above reproach while the pyres burn brightly with Inquisition bodies?”

“What are you suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting that using the undead as fodder spared Inquisition bodies from serving as the same. Surely you’ve been there before. Front line meat to absorb the initial onslaught. I’ve been there. Staring down a darkspawn horde flanked by the barely trained, quaking in their mail and soiling themselves. I’ve seen your army. You don’t have the men to spare right now.”

“You understand what I’m trying to say here,” says Cullen, tempering his exasperation.

“I can appreciate that a man in your position would rather her not attempt to raid keeps using corpses. Even I can appreciate the publicity challenges that presents. But don’t pretend that by the book is safer or most effective every time. How many times were your hands tied by rules when you could have saved lives? I was the person the Templars hired when they couldn’t act.”

“Exactly. Your capers have their uses, Hawke, but involving the public face of this organization will have consequences,” says Cullen. He moves in for the meat of his grievance, bracing himself for a fight. “And it’s not just about that. You know it’s not. The Inquisitor was injured.”

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queen-paladin · 2 months

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March 2024 Reading Wrap Up!

Hiya guys, since I have been on a book reading craze lately (I want to read 30 books before I turn 30 and am now on 13 in March, which says something). I enjoy Goodreads, but little to no people read my reviews. My most popular one on Goodreads has *drumroll* six likes *confetti*. And I have a lot of feelings and thoughts and nowhere to express them...so why not here!

That being said...Books I have read in March of 2024! Better late then never!

What I read and my own personal, take it with a grain of salt thoughts on them below:

Caraval by Stephanie Garber

(YA Fantasy)

Summary:

Scarlett Dragna has never left the tiny island where she and her sister, Tella, live with their powerful, and cruel, father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval—the faraway, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show—are over. But this year, Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only, as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.

I am usually not the type to stay up late reading because I have to know what's going to happen. I usually set the book down and tuck in bedtime.

This book was an exception.

I was on the edge of my seat, forgetting the time and hour, wanting to read just one more page because I had to know what would happen. The pacing was just right, the world was beautiful and dangerous, and I enjoyed the characters. Scarlett was a breath of fresh air in a genre notorious for internal misogyny in it's female protagonists. Timid and Proper and Responsible, but grows on her own and learns to take initiative.

The environment was very reminiscent of the Night Circus, imagine like, if the Night Circus was a town built on illusions, and you have Caraval. But the Night Circus, rereading it as an adult, had an insufferable MMC who has a girlfriend who sacrifices so much for him, then the MMC who cheats on his girlfriend for the FMC, and then when the girlfriend has the truth confirmed to her, she gets upset and briefly lashes out, the writing then frames her as An Evil Woman Scorned for doing so (which is...yikes) Justice for Isobel Martin. She should have done a full Carrie White style Everyone Dies rampage and I would have rooted her on the whole time.

There's none of that crap here! We have a lovely romance between Scarlett and Julian full of all sorts of wonderful, chemistry-building moments.

But what got me was the story- the various twists and turns kept me on the edge of my seat, gasping and clinging. I was captivated. Entranced by it's spell. This is a roller coaster of a book, so just hold on and enjoy the ride. I am so glad I read this book, it gave me a feeling and experience I hadn't had with a book in ages, one where I had to stay up late, because I had to read what would happen next.

5/5

The Unlovely Bride by Alice Coldbreath

(Romance, Historic, Fantasy)

Summary: Lenora Montmayne leads a charmed life as the most beautiful woman at King Wymer’s court, surrounded by admirers. And then disaster strikes. The red pox sweeps the summer palace at Caer-Lyones and Lenora’s fair face falls victim to its ravages. Without her looks, what does Lenora have left to her?

If ever there was a knight the crowd loves to hate, it’s Garman Orde. Even his own family despises him. Then one night a heavily veiled lady offers him an extraordinary bargain. And he finds out that Lenora Montmayne was never just a pretty face.

Review: Any marriage of convenience story I will read, and I will devour it. I've been looking forward to this book for a while, and I do love the premise. And most of all, I love the setting! This lovely world that is part medieval England part not because fuck it, it's not history, just the vibes. And I LOVE our female protagonist. Leonora relied on her looks and nothing else for years to get by, and now that they are gone, she relies on her own person. She loves kitty cats, she believes in prophecies and fortune-telling but is smart, pragmatic, and determined. She and Garman have a nice romance with some great lines and moments (and some nice spice). My complaint is that while the first half is amazing, the second half kind of drags, and not much happens, it could have used more tension, more stakes, and more plot. I may read another Coldbreath book sometime, just because I love the world of Karadok, but I'm not sure.

3.75/5

Medea by Eilish Quin

(Historic, Fantasy)

Summary: The daughter of a sea nymph and the granddaughter of a Titan, Medea is a paradox. She is at once rendered compelling by virtue of the divinity that flows through her bloodline and made powerless by the fact of her being a woman. As a child, she intuitively submerges herself in witchcraft and sorcery, but soon finds it may not be a match for the prophecies that hang over her entire family like a shroud.

As Medea comes into her own as a woman and a witch, she also faces the arrival of the hero Jason, preordained by the gods to be not only her husband, but also her lifeline to escape her isolated existence. Medea travels the treacherous seas with the Argonauts, battles demons she had never conceived of, and falls in love with the man who may ultimately be her downfall.

Review: Ok, ok, I have so many feelings about this. I was...sadly disappointed by this book. Medea is probably my personal favorite of the Ancient Greek Women, if not, my favorite of the spicier, more controversial, morally grey ones (Hera, Circe, Medusa, Clytemnestra, etc)

But, my biggest issue with this book, and it's big, is that I don't believe there is a love story between Medea and Jason. The writer makes him unlikable from the get-go, to where he has numerous Kick The Dog (tm) moments like physically abusing Medea and killing one of Pelleas's daughters when she won't stop crying. Medea herself doesn't justify them, and she keeps thinking of "eh, he's sometimes kind of good-looking, but he's okay."

Like, Medea in this book, after meeting Jason, she flat out tells her brother that he is the man she loves the most in her life (which...YIKES for the implications. But in order for any Medea story to work, I HAVE to believe she is madly, desperately in love with Jason. There's no oath where Jason swears before the gods to stay with her, so then there's no hurt. She kind of has to marry Jason to preserve her honor according to Aunt Circe, but not out of love. Since there's no romantic chemistry, the sacrifices Medea takes make more sense and the betrayal hurts even more so then when she does what she does in Corinth, she is extremely sympathetic at least in the beginning.

Like, she has a moment after Jason revealed he cheated on her and is leaving her for Glauce and she goes "oh, poor Glauce is a victim like me." Which begs the question for this version- why doesn't she just kill Jason himself? She calls Glauce a poor baby victim, she kills Glauce, not Jason. If she loved Jason that much, then she would hate him more, and killing Glauce would make more sense. She wants to watch Jason suffer.

Also, I feel like Eilsha Quinn is a bit afraid of the moral nuances of Medea. She has her "I didn't really MEAN to!" moments and there is one character she kills who she then re-animates (like she re-animates her brother, so oopsie Daisy, she's actually not a kinslayer! And he just...vibes with them as the third wheel lives with them, and helps look after the kids. This makes it less tragic because A) She's not a murderer who risked and left everything for him, she's more "perfect" and not as flawed, and B) when Jason betrays her, she's less alone and has an immediate support system there in her brother). And the kid- killing she does to trick Jason and then she re-animates them later, or tries, to but no, that failed and they're dead dead, whoops. Even if Medea purposely killing the kids was the invention of Euripides, I want to believe Medea is capable of purposely, intentionally doing some violent, controversial things and this seems to be afraid of her spice, her teeth.

The writing is pretty, and I liked the beginning with learning about her childhood, but this was a letdown.

I did order Hewlitt's book of Medea, which is higher ranked on Goodreads so my hope is higher for that one.

3/5

Divine Rivals by Rebecca Ross

(YA, Fantasy, Romance)

Summary:

After centuries of sleep, the gods are warring again. But eighteen-year-old Iris Winnow just wants to hold her family together. Her mother is suffering from addiction and her brother is missing from the front lines. Her best bet is to win the columnist promotion at the Oath Gazette.

To combat her worries, Iris writes letters to her brother and slips them beneath her wardrobe door, where they vanish—into the hands of Roman Kitt, her cold and handsome rival at the paper. When he anonymously writes Iris back, the two of them forge a connection that will follow Iris all the way to the front lines of battle: for her brother, the fate of mankind, and love.

Review: This book was utterly beautiful, breathtaking, and heartbreaking all at once and yet uplifting and then it breaks your heart again. The world is simple and lovely. It's a mix of World War One/two aesthetics with a fantasy setting. It's basically You Got Mail but fantasy and more focus on the drama then the comedy.

The romance is lovely, there is such a beautiful love story between Roman and Iris as they sort out their feelings, reveal their secrets, doubts, failures, grief, and insecurities, and learn more about where they fall for each other. Plus, the twists and turns were a lot of fun and the pacing was just right.

I have no faults or complaints, this was just a lovely, lovely book and I look forward to the sequel because THAT was quite a note to end on!

5/5

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

Summary: After her mother dies in an accident, sixteen-year-old Bree Matthews wants nothing to do with her family memories or childhood home. A residential program for bright high schoolers at UNC–Chapel Hill seems like the perfect escape—until Bree witnesses a magical attack her very first night on campus.

A flying demon feeding on human energies.

A secret society of so called “Legendborn” students that hunt the creatures down.

And a mysterious teenage mage who calls himself a “Merlin” and who attempts—and fails—to wipe Bree’s memory of everything she saw.

The mage’s failure unlocks Bree’s own unique magic and a buried memory with a hidden connection: the night her mother died, another Merlin was at the hospital. Now that Bree knows there’s more to her mother’s death than what’s on the police report, she’ll do whatever it takes to find out the truth, even if that means infiltrating the Legendborn as one of their initiates.

She recruits Nick, a self-exiled Legendborn with his own grudge against the group, and their reluctant partnership pulls them deeper into the society’s secrets—and closer to each other. But when the Legendborn reveal themselves as the descendants of King Arthur’s knights and explain that a magical war is coming, Bree has to decide how far she’ll go for the truth and whether she should use her magic to take the society down—or join the fight.

Reveiw: This is such a hyped, beloved, popular book that is so many people's baby and favorite series and it...it was okay.

It wasn't bad.

But I didn't find it phenomenal, amazing, spectacular, life chagning.

It was good. It was okay.

I honestly got extremely tired of trying to learn how the over-complicated Arthurian society worked. It's explained in a super info-dumpy way that the characters get, but I don't. And the pacing was way too slow, I feel like it needed to shave off a good hundred pages, or fifty, perhaps.

I do enjoy the main girl, Bree, alright. She doesn't take bullshit, but has moments of vulnerability. As well as exploring race, grief, family history and the scenes with root magic were amazing. The beginning was fantastically done, it was the middle part where it peterred off for me.

But the rest of it, not gonna lie, was kind of...eh.

And, ngl, I am more Team Nick. Sel is a giant jerk who treats her like garbage, yet people root for them and want them to be together, and I'm like....??????? why? At least Nick, white saviory as he can be, is trying and cares for her and affirms and appreciates her strength.

I respect that this is so many people's favorite book and that it speaks to them and moves them. But for me, if none of these people made any content around this book and said nothing, based off of my opinion independent of others, if you plopped this book on my lap and said nothing about the hype about it...I'd still say it was just okay. That might be my controversial hot take, but it's just what my personal experience was from this book.

3/5

Currently Reading: The Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon by Lemming, The Death of Jane Lawrence by Starling, Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Fairies by Fawcett, and Twisted Love by Ana Huang.

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fireandslate · 3 months

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3.1.0 - Sulphurstar

The first sign of spring in Caer Lunan had always been flowers. Violets and lilies, spring beauties and wake-robins, all crowded in the hollows and at the feet of trees whose branches were still bare, sprung from the snow as if by the passing of a conjurer’s hand. Sulphurstars were always among them. Hardy, round-faced, and brighter than buttercups, they sprang up in bunches, often the first…

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lictvison · 1 year

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Spanish:

Scp-1381 o como el se hace llamar “Nill” es un humanoide con la particular habilidad de que cualquier persona en un radio de 5 metros, sienta una gran curiosidad con verle el rostro, si la víctima cae en esto va a caer perdidamente enamorada de SCP-1381 al punto de una enfermiza obsesión. Si 1381 se aburre de la víctima o ya consiguió lo que quiso de esta, una simple beso bastará para asesinar a su víctima (algo similar como el toque de SCP-049).

Cualquiera que haya estado en con tan yo con Nill y a sobrevivido (ya sea separándolo de la entidad o que esté lo deje vivir) sentirá una gran desesperación por volver con SCP-1381, luego de cierto tiempo en insolación volverá a la normalidad; aunque sin poder experimentar cariño por otra persona que no sea Nill. Las personas que han visto su rostro siempre lo van a describir como: “La criatura más bella en el mundo”

A pesar de estas cualidades, Nill es alguien egocéntrico, egoísta, avaricioso y manipulador. Siempre intentará endulzarte a que le mires el rostro o que directamente lo adores, pocas veces se le a visto siendo genuinamente amistoso con alguien y en si es alguien bastante difícil de tratar.

Se conoce que a vivido desde la época victoriana, acerca de su modus operandi en ese entonces y algunas vivencias que tuvo en el pasado, pero no habla más allá de su origen o si es que conoce a otro SCP (mencionó muy por encima que sabe de la existencia de SCP-035 por haber vivido ambos por esa época).

Coopera muy poco y es común verlo haciéndose el que sabe más solo para salir con un “Si me liberas, te lo digo” en si: odia estar contenido y es normal verlo intentando atraer a alguien para poder escapar.

-No le agrada ser llamado por el número que le asignaron; aunque igual la Fundación ignora esto.

-Cuando lo atraparon se le fue confiscado un montón de joyería que este llevaba encima.

-Es muy raro verlo perder el temperamento, siempre mantendrá una imagen limpia e impecable.

-Si llegas a insultar su imagen es común que actúe pasivo agresivo contigo.

English:

SCP-1381, or as he calls himself, "Nill", is an humanoid witch particular ability manages to attract anyone within a 5-meter radius, generating curiosity on the person. If the victim falls for this effect, they will fall head over heels in love with SCP-1381 to the point of transforming it into an unhealthy obsession. If SCP-1381 gets bored with the victim, or has already gotten what it wanted from the victim, a simple kiss will suffice to kill his victim (similar to SCP-049's touch).

Anyone who has had contact with Nill and survived (whether separating them from the entity or him letting them live) will feel desperation to return to SCP-1381, after some time in heatstroke, he will return to normal; without being able to experience affection for anyone other than Nill.

People who have seen his face describe him as: "The most beautiful creature in the world." Despite these qualities, Nill is self-centered, selfish, greedy, and manipulative. He will always try to convince you into looking at his face or directly adore him. He has rarely been seen being genuinely friendly with someone, and he is someone quite difficult to deal with.

It's known that he has lived since Victorian times, about his work form at that time and some experiences he had in the past, but he doesn't speak about his origin or if he does know another SCP (he mentioned that he knows of the existence of SCP-035 for having both lived around that time).

He's very uncooperative and it is common to see him pretending to be the smart one just to come out with "If you free me, I'll tell you", in fact: he doesn't like being contained and it's normal to see him from time to time trying to attract someone to escape.

— He don't like being called by the number assigned to; the Foundation ignores this anyway.

— When he got caught, a lot of jewelry he was wearing was confiscated.

— It's very rare to see him lose his temper, he will always maintain a clean and impeccable image.

— If you come to insult his image, it's common for him to act passive aggressive towards you.

Thanks to one of my friends for helping me traducing this 💕

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@flamesofrebirths

There's something that has been bothering for a moment now, and of course Jote noticed. She always makes sure Joshua's doing alright, and he appreciates it. He wishes she hadn't, though. He's not sure he wants to know the truth. That's why he had remained silent since they left Dalimil. He wishes he hadn't been sick, so he could have seen by himself.

He hesitates before asking the question; he's still not sure he wants to do it. Jote is his protector, but she's also the only friend he has. "I think I felt my brother's presence in Dalimil. Why did you want us to leave ?" he asks calmly. He's not mad at her; he just wishes to understand.

Jote wasn’t going to take any chances after Lostwing. Travelling as part of a large group had blown up in their faces and had almost cost Jote her life in one way or another and possibly Joshua’s freedom by being forced to serve Waloed. As long as they didn’t stay in one place too long, they wouldn’t draw too much attention on themselves so they can travel through the rest of Ash.

Seeing the commotion going on downstairs, Jote felt it was best not to get involved as it would put them in the spotlight. That was something that the Undying wanted to avoid as the group operated from the shadows as much as possible and the ruckus downstairs would be bad publicity should they have to return at a later date.

“My apologies my lord. There was a fight going on downstairs. Someone was fighting members of the Waloedian army. Didn’t want to risk you being targeted after Lostwing and Caer Norvent.” She admitted. She didn’t know what the transgressors want and didn’t want to possibly risk another encounter.

Hearing that he had felt his brother caused Jote to stop in her tracks for a while. She doubted that Joshua would make up a story for no reason, but that begged the question of what Clive would possibly be doing out this far. “Do you think that it might have been your brother that was fighting the soldiers?” Part of her contemplated having the two of them go back, but that was going to be at Joshua’s discretion if they go back into Dalimil or not.

#flamesofrebirths #Phoenix born: Joshua #Undying Aide: Jote

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mon soleil // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (part 10 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; cockwarming; unprotected sex; oral sex; semi-public sex; mentions of marriage // wc: ~10.7k

previous chapters:

next chapters:

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summary: you're enjoying life with your boyfriend/secretary, and you're beginning to grow closer to his parents. perfect timing, though, since he seems to have something up his sleeve.

author’s notes: welcome to part 10! and sorry for the delay.

I never measure how fast I finish writing a part, but I know for sure that this one took me longer than any other part I have written. Maybe because I was trying to see from Jay's perspective, and I kept changing how I plan to make him... Wait... I don't want to spoil it for you. You'll see in the end!

the song for this episode is one of my faves, Mon Soleil from the series Emily in Paris. pretty sure it translates to "my sun".

taglist: @jaylaxies @jayked @thots4hee @end-hyphen @nyanggk @yoursjaeyun @maggstar @bucketofhiros @dimplejaehyuncutie

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Weekends were your favorite time of the week, mostly because you get to detach from work and have some time to yourself. For your assistant slash boyfriend, however, weekends do not seem to be any different from weekdays. Jay would take any spare time he had left into doing work, either to catch up on the previous week or to prepare in advance for the next. When this happens, you would find Jay perched on your desk that faces the window, and most of the time it would be hard to get his attention once he was already focused.

You spent the day cleaning up and organizing your bedroom, and once you were done you took a quick cold shower and put on the daintiest night gown you have ever seen in your life. It was purple with a greyish hue, with ruffles attached to the straps, and an a-line cut that would flatter anyone’s body, complete with the mesh details on both sides of the skirt in place of a cheeky slit. You remembered buying it randomly when you were online shopping, and you did wash it, but you never really got to wear it since you did not really have an occasion for it.

But now you do.

Your slippers muffled the noise of your footsteps as you made your way to your desk. Jay was focused on the screen, scrolling the mouse with one hand and typing with another. He stopped to push back the pair of rimless glasses that were sliding off the bridge of his nose, and with a deep breath he started typing again.

“Is that last week’s work or next week’s?” You asked, standing behind the chair and placing your arms on the headrest.

“Next week, Boss,” he answered without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Take a break,” you said, starting to run your fingers through his hair, brushing it back.

Jay chuckled softly. “I just started, not even an hour ago.”

“How long will it take?” You asked again, this time leaning in and resting your chin on the top of his head. You brought your hand down to his shoulders and he gave it a squeeze of reassurance.

Jay hummed as he glanced blankly out the window. “At least another hour, I think. Why?”

“I’m bored,” you stated. You waited for Jay to stop typing before swiveling his chair and making him face you. You didn’t know if his flustered face was because of the sudden movement or because you were wearing a night gown that he had never seen before.

“Oh, wow,” Jay muttered, fixing his glasses in place again. “Is that new?”

“Never worn before,” you said with a pout. “I want attention.”

Jay smiled at you fondly. “I really have to get this out of the way, baby. Give me fifty minutes?”

You continued to pout and stare blankly at the screen before coming up with an idea. “Can I just sit with you?”

“You mean on my lap?” Jay asked to confirm. When you nodded, he nodded too and swiveled his chair back to face the computer. “Hop on.”

With a small smile, you secured your place on Jay’s lap with your back facing the computer. You chose that position so you could rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. You were both lucky that the chair was big enough and comfortable enough to host you both.

After gently rubbing your back a couple of times, Jay got comfortable and started typing again. You closed your eyes and let your nose touch his neck. You could smell the faint scent of cologne that he put on this morning, already mixed with his natural odor that you liked too. You shifted a bit, and it made Jay freeze for a second before he continued to work.

When he was rereading what he had typed, he made sure his hands continued to be occupied by either caressing your arm or brushing your hair. You snuggled even closer, snaking your arm around his waist and eliciting a soft laugh from his lips. He felt warm under you, and you tried to be as silent as possible even though your mind was racing.

“Why the glasses?” You asked with a squeak, your voice leaving you from being silent for too long.

Jay kissed your forehead before giving you an answer. “It filters the bluelight, darling.”

“No, I mean,” you muttered, bringing your head up to look at him. You caressed his cheek before observing him closely. “Why rimless?”

“Does it look bad on me?”

“It looks great on you, that’s the problem. It makes you look older.”

Jay’s eyes squinted at you before he chuckled again. “Thank you?”

You hummed and rested your head on his shoulder again, but this time you changed sides. Jay continued to stroke your back in between typing, and he could feel your breath becoming heavier with each touch.

“You okay there?” He whispered.

The vibrations of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and for some reason you couldn’t respond with words. You nodded and placed a chaste kiss on his neck, and you noticed how his breath hitched. Licking your lips, you continued to kiss him where his skin was closest to your lips—his neck, his collarbone, up to his jawline too. The moment you feel him shift under you, you knew you were about to get what you came for.

“Baby,” Jay sighed. “You’re making me hard.”

“Hmm.” You continued to kiss his neck, making sloppy noises on purpose. “That is my intention.”

Jay let out a shaky laugh. “I still would like to get this done, my love.”

“You’re good at multitasking, aren’t you?” You challenged him, pushing yourself away from his shoulder. You rested both your hands on his shoulders before moving one to brush his hair out of his face. He closed his eyes when you touched him, and you leaned in carefully to kiss his lips.

“Sit on my cock?” He asked, his lips grazing yours.

“I’m glad you asked,” you replied, smiling when you saw him smirk at you.

Jay squeezed your waist to make you lift your hips for a bit while he tugged his joggers and boxers down. You bit your bottom lip at the sight of his cock fully erect, and as he slid his hands under your gown, you couldn’t help but smile.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? No panties,” Jay whispered again, and you just chuckled softly as a response.

“I’ve wanted to try this,” you spoke, your sentence halted in the middle as you feel him entering you, “…for a while.”

“You sure you can sit still while I finish work?” Jay asked as he caressed your arm lovingly. You were still wondering how he could still act so angelic while he was fully inside you.

You nodded. “Are you?” You asked back, grinding your hips once as a test.

Jay groaned and threw his head back while you giggled. He cleared his throat and gripped your hips before speaking right into your ear.

“Be a good girl and stay still. I’ll reward you later.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jay rolled his eyes back at the way you addressed him, and you smiled triumphantly as you nestled your head back on his shoulder. It was fairly easy for you, since by default you did have great self-control. Whenever Jay shifted in his seat, causing his cock to graze your insides, you would whimper once before composing yourself again.

On the other hand, Jay was trying his best to stay focused. The scent of your shampoo and the way your hot breath kept tickling his neck almost made him want to give up working right then and there. He tried brushing it off by clearing his throat, but it was not helping since you could literally feel his dick twitch inside of you.

You were resting on him comfortably, like a koala hugging a tree, and to cure yourself of boredom you would occasionally reach out to his face, caressing his cheek or brushing his hair back. He responded by hugging you with one arm, squeezing your waist before he redirects his focus back to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Jay sighed as he made a couple of clicks with the mouse and finally closing all the windows.

“Are you done?” You asked innocently, lifting your head up to look at the screen.

Jay took off his glasses in a flash before grabbing your chin and smashing his lips into yours, causing you to yelp into his mouth. The movement was simultaneous with the way he thrusted his hip up, and all you could do was release a loud moan. His arms were still wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly on his lap while you both continued to eat each other’s face off.

You started grinding into him and he groaned, his hands finding the straps of your gown and pulling them down to reveal your breasts. He squeezed them both before diving into you, latching his mouth to your nipple like it was the most natural thing to do. Your moans filled the room, and your fingers were now lost and tangled in his hair.

“Bed,” he whispered on your skin. “Now.”

You stood up and reluctantly let him slide out of you. His cock was tainted with your juices and mixed with his precum. As you swiftly made your way to the bedroom, Jay pulled your wrist from behind you and turned you around before lifting you up against the wall. He slid into you with ease, and you moaned in pleasure as he started fucking you.

With your legs wrapped securely around his waist, and your night gown already halfway falling down your torso, you grasped onto his shoulders for life as he continued his sharp thrusts into you. He was moaning as much as you were, and you were desperate to feel more of his touch. Lucky for you, he seemed to sense it and quickly carried you all the way to your shared bed. He slipped out of you only to take his shirt and pants off, and he did not even give you a chance to undress completely before he entered you again.

Jay made love to you slow and sweet, peppering kisses all over your face and swallowing your moans when they got too loud. You felt the heat of his skin against your breasts, and your hands traveled down to his ass to push him even deeper inside of you. His lips never left yours, not even when you mumbled that you were close. Your walls clenched around him as you chanted his name, and after he helped you ride out your high, he pulled out and cummed on the skirt of your night gown.

You were both panting when you were done, and after a few seconds Jay collapsed beside you. You craned your neck to see how much he tainted your gown, and when you turned your head to look at him, all he gave you was a cheeky grin.

“Do you have any more of these that I can ruin?” Jay asked, his fingers lifting the hem of your night gown.

He wasn’t aware that you would literally buy a thousand more night gowns just to get him to fuck you like that again.

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For the last couple of days, Jay had insisted to leave for work hours before you, claiming that you needed the extra time to sleep and get ready while he makes sure all is well at the office. You thought it was sweet of him, although completely necessary since you did think you were handling your job well without the luxury of being given extra time.

Settling on the thought that Jay was just a sweetheart for doing so, you walked out of your bedroom fully dressed and ready to go. When you walked to the kitchen to grab your bottle of water, you realized there was a message on the touchscreen of your refrigerator’s door.

Don’t forget your water bottle, and the bowl of acai that I made for you in the fridge. Finish it.

-J

“So bossy,” you commented to yourself as you opened the fridge, finding exactly what the note says.

As you spent the next seven minutes downing your breakfast, you remembered the countless times Jay had spoiled you with his acts of service, from preparing breakfast for you to mopping the floors of your house. After a silent minute, you cleaned up after yourself, grabbed your phone and your bag and walked out the front door.

You got into your car as soon as it pulled up, and as you greeted Mr. Lee, he handed you an iPad that Jay left for you. You checked your schedule and the notes for an upcoming meeting, and while doing so you couldn’t help but notice Mr. Lee eyeing you through the rearview mirror.

“What seems to be the problem, Mr. Lee?” You asked, putting your iPad aside.

“Oh, Miss,” Mr. Lee replied, “I just wanted to ask if it’s possible for me to have a week off. I wonder if the young Mr. Lee could take over for a while.”

“Of course. But what’s going on? Is everything okay?” You leaned into the front seat and even poked your head to Mr. Lee’s side, earning a small chuckle from him.

“My daughter is giving birth,” Mr. Lee answered. He sounded so happy, and you could see the crinkles in the corner of his eyes. “I’m about to become a grandfather.”

Your response was a mixture of squealing, screeching, and a little bit of arm-hitting, while Mr. Lee was just trying his best to drive safely.

“Congratulations!” You said after finally able to form words. “Take two weeks off if you’d like. I’m sure Heeseung can manage. Even if he couldn’t, I can just have Jay drive. I’m so happy for you, Mr. Lee!”

At a red light, Mr. Lee turned to look at you and you reached out to squeeze his hand. Mr. Lee had been a loyal driver, and after having taken care of you for so long, it was only normal that his happiness would be yours too.

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You were so focused on reading the document in your hand that when you swiveled your chair to face your desk, you almost slid off it out of surprise. Jay was standing in front of you, beaming for whatever reason, with his iPad open in his hand.

“Since when do you have cat feet?” You commented as you placed a hand over your chest, still recovering from the shock.

“I knocked. Didn’t you hear?” Jay pointed his thumb to the door as you shook your head. “Anyway, results are in.”

“The top 10 candidates for the scholarship? Give it to me.”

You almost threw your pen on your desk before eagerly reaching out your hand to Jay. Jay slid the iPad into your hand and pulled the chair beside him to sit across you. You were mumbling the names of your employees as you scrolled down the list, and Jay was observing you closely. When you got to the bottom, your fingers froze, and Jay’s smile grew wider.

“Heeseung,” you muttered, almost in disbelief. “He’s shortlisted.”

“Don’t worry, I doublechecked already. That list is legit. Heeseung is actually qualified. Must be interesting though, since they all have to go through the interview process. You will be overseeing that, right?”

Jay’s endless comment did not seem to bother you as you were busy collecting your thoughts. For some reason, your thoughts snowballed into the far future—what if Heeseung goes abroad? Who is going to be your second driver? What if Mr. Lee decides to retire? Will you even have a driver?

“Boss?”

You blinked twice before focusing on Jay. He was now looking at you worried.

“Don’t zone out like that, you’re scaring me,” Jay sighed. “Is everything okay?”

You nodded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“We shouldn’t tell him, right? Like, let’s not get his hopes up,” Jay said after clearing his throat. “I’ll start looking for a new driver just in case.”

It was like he read your mind.

“Right. Thank you,” you replied, giving back his iPad.

Jay cocked his head as he observed you getting back to work and picking up the document you were reviewing. He noticed that you were frowning a little too much, and that for some reason you seemed tense. You reached for your pen that rolled off too far from you, so Jay leaned in and pushed it back into your hand.

“Boss,” he started, “I can handle the meeting at 4. You should get off early.”

“Why would I do that?” You asked, not taking your eyes off your document.

“Because it’s time to redo your nails,” Jay answered, tilting his chin towards your fingers. “You never miss a schedule for a new manicure.”

All the attention to detail made you sigh, and now Jay was the one feeling tense. You pushed your chair away from your desk after freeing your hands, and then walked towards your secretary. Out of reflex, he straightened his position and turned to face you, only to have you rest your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me? What are you up to?” You asked, eyes boring into his.

Naturally, he felt nervous and gulped before licking his lips. “Nothing.”

“I hope you’re not lying,” you said softly as you caressed his face. “You know I hate lies.”

Jay’s response after your statement was enough to make you stop nagging, or whatever it was you were doing. The way he gently captured your lips in his for a kiss, and nibbling it afterwards, made you sigh into his mouth.

“There is nothing for you to worry about,” Jay muttered. He then kissed your cheek. “Boss.”

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It took you less than an hour to reach your nail salon, and to not have Heeseung wait around for you too long, you sent him back to the office. You had to hold yourself back from spoiling him about the results, so every time he initiated a conversation, you just let him take the lead with the topic.

The lady at the reception greeted you by your name, as you had been going there for years at this point. You did not have to wait for your turn, and they immediately escorted you to your usual spot. After browsing countless colors, you opted for a soft pink for your nails and a chic nude for your toes. The therapist who was handling you very carefully initiated small talk, which you happily reciprocated, and you ended up talking about a lot of trivial things.

When you made your way back to the counter to pay for the services, the receptionist smiled at you as she refused the card you were holding.

“Your treatment today is already paid for, Miss. As well as the next three treatments, whenever you would like to have them.”

You frowned, trying to remember if you asked Hwiyoung to do this or if you did it yourself. Sensing your confusion, the lady continued to explain.

“I believe it was prepaid by a Mr. Park Jay?” She said, looking at the screen of the iPad in front of her.

You sighed and smiled to yourself before thanking the staff and exiting the salon. As you walked, you took out your phone and snapped a selfie of yourself, showing off your nails.

“Thank you for the treat,” you texted Jay.

It did not take a minute for him to reply to you.

“Can’t wait to see them wrapped around my dick tonight. See you at home.”

“My God,” you muttered to yourself as you brought a hand over your lips to cover your smile. Your boyfriend really had no filter when it was just the two of you.

---

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and you woke up with Jay kissing you all over your face, claiming that he wanted to go hit the gym early and do a couple of errands after. You sulked and held his face against your breasts for a couple of seconds before he chuckled and patted your waist, making you let go of him.

Half an hour later, you decided that it was the day to be experimental. You had your mother send you a recipe of her classic mud cake that she used to make for you and your brother all the time when you were little. Since tomorrow was the monthly meetup schedule with Jay’s parents, you thought it would be nice to show up at their house with something homemade.

You had your iPad propped up on the kitchen counter, away from the stove and the sink because you knew that you could not be trusted with the way your hands move. You had the ingredients stocked since two days ago when Heeseung accompanied you grocery shopping again—a routine that had formed ever since that time you spent away from Jay, and whenever he wasn’t available for you to shop with. In the middle of prepping the mixture, you didn’t trust the measurements that you prepared, so you paused and called your mother.

You managed to keep the conversation focused to cooking, and not derailing to any other topic, but once you hung up you immediately forgot what she said, so you ended up texting back and forth with her. Eventually, you managed to put the cake in the oven to bake, and just as you were wiping your hands on your apron, you heard the door unlock.

“Baby?” Jay called from the doorway. You could hear him placing the keys on the counter and taking off his shoes.

Deciding not to answer, you merely waited until he showed up in the kitchen. He froze and stared at you, and since you couldn’t decode what was in his head, you quickly unlocked your phone to check your reflection. Strands of hair were loose and falling from your messy bun, your black tank top had splotches of white from the flour and sugar, and the apron tied around your waist barely covered the short shorts you were wearing.

“Um,” Jay cleared his throat, “is this my birthday?”

You scoffed and turned around to face the oven again, making sure you had set the temperature right. “I’m experimenting.”

“Define ‘experimenting’,” Jay said, walking over to the sink and getting ready to clean up after you.

You moved to block his way. “I’m baking a cake for our visit tomorrow. Don’t clean up!”

Jay put both his hands up out of reflex, startled that you raised your voice. You sulked and pushed him out of the way, knowing very well he had done enough for you.

“If you’re bringing a cake for my parents then that’s even a better reason for me to help clean up.” Jay stepped towards you and rubbed your shoulders. He then brushed his thumb over your cheek to get rid of the bit of chocolate that somehow ended up there.

“You don’t need to clean up after me. I can do it. It takes an hour and a half to bake the cake and you can go shower or whatever,” you whined, pushing him away again.

“I wanna do whatever, and that means cleaning up,” Jay replied. He bent down to kiss your cheek roughly and then pushed you away.

You realized it was pointless to fight Jay when it comes to cleaning, so you got out of his way and started lightly tidying up around the rest of the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jay was quick to wash all the tools you had used for the cake, and even got to washing the dishes from this morning’s breakfast. When he was done, he turned to look at you and found you texting on your phone, your hair was now let down and the scrunchie you used to tie it was on your wrist.

There was something about you wearing an apron that made Jay stare, and you could feel his eyes boring into you after a couple of seconds.

“What?” You asked nonchalantly, setting your phone down on the counter.

Jay eyed the timer you had set by the oven. You had thirty minutes left until the cake is ready.

“You say that like I’m not allowed to stare at you,” Jay commented, leaning back on the kitchen sink and gripping the edges with his hands. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes squinted in suspicion and Jay just laughed. “What do you want?” You asked, genuinely cautious.

Jay shook his head as he pushed himself forward, walking towards you. “My answer to that is always you. I want you.”

He tilted your chin up to kiss your lips and you immediately sighed. You loved the way he was always so forward with you, and you were grateful that he knew exactly the time and place to be intimate. You felt his arm wrapped around your waist, so you threw your arm around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you continued to make out.

“Jay,” you whispered, almost out of breath. “Not now.”

“Why not?” Jay protested, his lips grazing yours.

You tilted your head to the side, and he instead latched his lips on to your neck. You stifled back a moan. “The cake is almost done and sex with you takes at least an hour.”

Jay chuckled lowly right by your ear, and you hated how it still made you shiver. You could already feel your panties getting damp, and you did not want to give him the satisfaction.

“You have the timer on, it’s not like you’re gonna burn it,” Jay argued, innocently leaving more kisses down your shoulder.

“But I don’t want to rush when it comes to you.”

Your sentence made Jay stop in his tracks. He sighed before leaving the gentlest kiss on your collarbone. He then cupped your face with his hands.

“Just let me show you how much I appreciate you. Okay?”

You frowned but nodded anyway, and before you could form a reply, Jay’s lips were already attached to yours again. His hands moved to your waist, and with one swift move, he picked you up and made you sit on the empty counter. He continued to kiss you, distracting you with his tongue while his hands untied the apron around your waist. When you felt him tug your shorts, you whined a little, but when he pulled back to look at you with a face that looked like he was begging, you eventually indulged.

He pulled you off the counter, making you stand up straight as he carefully took your shorts and panties off. Instead of sitting back on the counter, he turned you around and made you face it. He then pulled you against his chest before his hand traveled downwards, coating his fingers with your arousal.

“You say you don’t wanna rush but look how quick it takes for you to get wet because of me,” Jay whispered into your ear. You moaned and threw your head back, making him gain access to leave marks on your neck.

“Don’t… tease,” you whined in between breaths. Jay smirked before kissing your cheek again and taking his hands away from your core.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence before Jay gently but very firmly pushed you against the counter. You winced in an instant, feeling the cold against your lower ab. Jay kneeled behind you, your ass right in front of his face, and made you lift your left leg up against the counter. This created the perfect angle for him to stuff his face in your cunt, so that was exactly what he did next.

As soon as you felt his nose nudge against your ass, and his warm tongue pressed flat against your slit, you let out a lewd mewl. Jay wasted no time in making you reach your high, and you could tell from the way he was dragging his tongue up and down your folds as his fingers became busy with flicking your clit. You desperately reached your hands out for something to grip, but with every thrust of his tongue into you, you couldn’t help but moan loudly. For a second, you couldn’t even say his name, your mind clouded by the amount of pleasure he was making you feel.

“Jay,” you whispered, almost inaudible. “Oh my God.”

Jay ignored your pathetic wails and continued to devour you, humming whenever he felt your arousal drip onto his chin, groaning whenever he heard you moan too loud. Whatever he was doing, it was too much and too good, and you easily lost track of time. Your moans became quicker and higher in pitch, and Jay let you stain his face as you squirted all over him. He detached his lips only to rub his fingers along your folds, and when he noticed your legs shaking, he carefully helped you stand up straight.

You turned around as you tried to catch your breath, and Jay was still on his knees, rubbing your thighs and licking you dry. You looked at the mess you just caused on the floor and Jay followed your eyes, grinning at the result of his ministrations. He placed his hand beside you on the counter as he stood up, and as soon as his face was in front of yours you kissed him passionately. He reciprocated your kiss, lovingly rubbing his hands down your hips, and moments later the timer you had set went off.

“Perfect timing,” Jay said with a smile after pulling away from your kiss. You rolled your eyes and he merely chuckled, reaching for your shorts for you to put back on.

Once you did, Jay smacked your ass as you walked over to the oven, peeking to see the cake. “Ugh, I hope it’s good.”

“Even if it isn’t, we just created a core memory,” Jay replied. “I’m actually excited to see you in the kitchen more often.”

“Why, so you can distract me and fuck me senseless again?” You asked, challenging him with your tone.

Jay shrugged as he leaned back on the counter again, a smug smile on his face. “I mean, if that’s what you want.”

---

You waved goodbye for the nth time to Jay’s mom and dad as they both watched you enter your Palisade. Jay was already keeping the engine running, and he had to wait for a couple of minutes since his mother was so happy about the cake you bought and wouldn’t stop thanking you and praising you about it. Once you buckled your seat, Jay lightly pressed the horn and waved his hand out the window, carefully steering the car out of the driveway.

It started to rain when you were still on the highway, and the darkness combined with the soft pitter-patter of the rain made you feel sleepy. You yawned once and quickly reached for your phone to change the playlist into something more upbeat.

“You can sleep if you want,” Jay said, noticing your movement through his peripheral vision.

“No, I don’t want you driving in silence,” you replied. You finally found your dance playlist filled with Latin pop songs, and you sat back and relaxed.

After two songs, you realized the music wasn’t helping you stay awake, but you turned your head and saw Jay tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and bobbing his head to the music.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at you for a split second.

You shook your head. “I’m still sleepy.”

The highway was not completely empty but was not packed either, so Jay settled on a speed that felt like cruising. Since the road was straight, he set his free hand on your thigh and gave you a couple of comforting strokes. The way his grip was firm against your skin surely made you feel awake, and he noticed it by the way you were sighing in content.

Jay trailed his fingers up your thigh, and you regretted not wearing a dress or a skirt. Thankfully, though, the fabric of your culottes was thin enough for you to feel the pressure of his touch. Jay calmly stroked his finger along your core, pressing harder just in case you couldn’t feel him, and you squirmed a little in your seat.

Before you were about to protest, the rain started pouring harder. Jay became distracted, and as he tried to focus on the road, he pulled back his hand to put on the steering wheel again. Now fully awake, you sighed and checked your phone, and you noticed that you weren’t even halfway home. You saw Jay slowing down the car and turning on the fog lights, as well as putting the windshield wiper on a faster setting. The cars around you were also slowing down, with some even putting on their hazard lights for caution.

“Baby, there’s a rest area coming up. Let’s just stop and grab coffee and wait for the rain to calm down,” you said, turning your phone towards Jay. He nodded and began searching for the entrance to the rest area.

You were focused on your phone, searching what stores the rest area had, and when you felt the car stopping, you looked around and found out that Jay picked a secluded place to park. The rain was now pouring even harder to the point that the raindrops completely covered your windows, making it hard for anyone to see outside, or for anyone outside to see what’s inside.

“Let me grab the umbrella,” you muttered, undoing your seatbelt. You pushed yourself up with one knee and squeezed yourself into the gap between the driver’s seat and yours, unintentionally sticking your ass up to the air. “Oh, shit. I forgot to put the umbrella back here. It’s still in my Benz.”

Jay chuckled at your comment before lightly smacking your ass.

“Hey!” You protested as you wiggled your way back to your seat.

“Take the hint, baby,” Jay sighed, undoing his own seatbelt. He brushed his hair back and you hated how good it made him look. “Allow me to finish what I started.”

“What do you—mean…”

Your question was put to a halt as soon as you felt Jay palming your core again. You looked at him in question and he nodded at you reassuringly.

“It’s raining hard. Nobody is here. Don’t worry.”

At the sound of his voice, you calmed down. You let Jay adjust your seat, pulling it backwards and making you lie down so he would have ample room to be in front of you. He tugged the edge of your pants once, and it didn’t take him a second time for you to pull them down to your legs and even taking them off completely.

“Oh, baby,” Jay sighed as he saw the sight of your cunt dripping. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”

He ran two fingers along your slit, and you shuddered, grasping his wrist. He then brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed them before sucking them dry. Your eyes rolled back at his actions, and he found you adorable.

It wasn’t often that you and Jay would fuck with clothes on. When you were in a hurry, or when you needed a quick fix at the office, it would happen. But nowadays, you prefer to keep your intimacy reserved for at home. Now, seeing Jay with his navy collared short sleeve, his hair styled neatly, and his watch around his wrist, made you feel somehow even more aroused than when you saw him completely naked.

Jay took his pants off and carefully made his way to your side, with one hand pumping his length. He leaned in to kiss your cheek before moving down to your neck, licking and sucking on your supple skin because he knows it’s the best way to get you wetter. Your breathing became heavy, and as he continued to devour you, he began massaging your breasts, desperately pulling your top down so he can kiss your tits too.

You felt the cold of his rings and the metal of his watch against the heat of your skin. You were already a whimpering mess, and when he aligned himself with you, you felt the tip of his cock brush your folds.

“Jay,” you whispered, resting your hands around his neck. “Please just do it fast.”

Jay kissed your cheek tenderly at the same time he pushed inside you. Your moan stuttered as you felt him slowly fill you up. He thrusted into you once, and you closed your eyes. You caressed his face and ran your hands through his hair, encouraging him to move faster. For a while, the sound of the raindrops was replaced with the sound of skin slapping, and it echoed in the car. The way Jay was thrusting deeper made you spread your legs wider, and you were grateful that your first car sex with Jay was done in a bigger car, not your Benz.

Determined to get you off fast, Jay kept going faster, and you had to stabilize yourself by holding on to his shoulders. You heard him groan into your ear, signaling that he was also close, so you hooked your legs around his waist and pressed his body closer to you. He came first, shooting his cum inside you, and the warmth drove you to your own high just seconds after.

At this point Jay was panting on your neck, and you gently caressed the back of his head, while your other hand was still holding on to his shoulder. He tilted his head to kiss your jawline and you smiled.

“I don’t want a single drop staining the car,” you whispered. “Don’t make a mess.”

Jay licked his lips before pushing himself up with his palms. He then reached down to grab his dick and began to very carefully, and in an agonizingly slow manner, pull out of you. Your breath began to even out, but then you felt his cum slowly dripping out of you. You gasped when you felt Jay collect his cum with the tip of his dick and pushing it back into you.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“I know,” you responded.

You grabbed a couple of tissues to clean the rest of it, and in a matter of minutes, you were already fully dressed, and Jay was already buckling his pants on as he sat back on the driver’s seat.

“The rain stopped,” he said, peeking out through the window. “Wanna go get that coffee?”

“Yeah, why not?” You looked for your purse. “I feel relaxed after I have sex with you, so I do need caffeine to wake me up.”

Jay laughed, palming his face and brushing his hair back. “So, my attempt to wake you up sort of backfired?”

You checked your phone before chucking it into your purse. “Hey, at least the driver’s wide awake, right?”

---

You had your lunch at your office while you sent Jay off to the canteen, claiming that he needed to socialize more and get a decent lunch since you never really had your custom lunch order exceed a portion of one. You finished eating in less than fifteen minutes, just in time for you to greet your brother. He knew his way in the office, so even without waiting for Hwiyoung to come back from his break, your brother managed to find you seated comfortably on your chair.

“Knock-knock,” your brother said as he knocked on the door and pushed it open at the same time.

“Who’s there?” You responded, placing your chin on your palm and eyeing your brother from your desk.

“Oh, that wasn’t a joke,” he said. Smiling, he trotted over to your desk. “Sister,” he sighed, reaching out both his eyes to hug you.

“Ugh, stop it, Seungho,” you said as you rolled your eyes. You welcomed his embrace. “You don’t want me calling you oppa, do you?”

“God, no,” Seungho shook his head in horror while hugging you tight. When he pulled back, you began observing his looks closely.

“You got a tan,” you commented.

“You cut your hair,” he retorted.

“Is that a scar near your eyebrow?”

“Is that a hickey?”

You fumbled for your phone and checked your reflection, craning your neck to see the spot Seungho pointed at. Nothing was there.

“Made you look,” he chuckled.

You led your brother to the sofa while offering him a choice of drink from your minibar. He settled with sparkling water, and you commented how it was so on brand of him. You then proceeded to join him, sitting on the lounge chair to his side and leaning closely, listening to all his updates on his life and stories about his husband.

“I mean seriously,” Seungho continued, “Byunghee never cleans up after he shaves. And what does he even shave? The damn beard is still there when he’s done.”

You chuckled softly, mostly at the fact that your brother’s husband’s facial hair was one of the things you remembered most about him. He finished his story, or his rant, and then you heard two knocks on the door.

“Come in,” you said.

Hwiyoung came inside and at the sight of your brother, he immediately bowed. Seungho smiled wide and spoke even before Hwiyoung had a chance to formally greet him.

“Is this the famous Park Jay? Oh, I love your hair. So nice to finally meet you!”

You facepalmed and sighed, and poor Hwiyoung was just looking at you in panic. Seungho was confused at both your reactions.

“Wrong assistant, Sir,” Hwiyoung finally spoke up. “I’m Hwiyoung. The second secretary.”

“Oh my God,” Seungho said as he stood up. “That’s embarrassing. I am so sorry! Forgive me for assuming. Also, are you single?”

“Seungho, you’re married!” You yelled.

“Asking for a friend!” Seungho yelled back in defense, putting both his hands up.

Hwiyoung waited exactly two seconds before breaking the silence. “Anyway…”

He walked towards you and spoke in a lower voice, asking for confirmation about your next schedule. Once you were done talking to him, you looked at your brother, who was busy checking his phone for messages.

“Hwiyoung, this is my brother, Seungho.” You sat back as you finished introducing the two.

Seungho apologized again to Hwiyoung before you sent him off. As soon as Hwiyoung left, Seungho looked at you with a wide grin.

“That was more embarrassing for me than for him,” you stated. “Don’t tell Jay about it.”

“Tell me what?”

You flinched in your seat as you heard Jay’s voice. You realized that Hwiyoung did not close the door behind him since he already saw Jay approaching your office.

“Seungho, Jay. Jay, this is my brother.”

You gestured your hand randomly towards the both of them, and then Jay immediately bowed before reaching out his hand to your brother.

“You’re really handsome,” your brother commented.

“Isn’t that lovely?” You chimed in before giving Jay a chance to reply. “I think you’re handsome. My gay brother thinks you’re handsome. You’re universally handsome.”

Seungho cackled and fell back to his seat while Jay was trying to control himself from blushing. It’s not every day that he gets to hear you say he’s handsome.

You instructed Jay to take your seat and talk to your brother to keep him company while you checked on a couple of documents that Hwiyoung sent to your email. You realized there were a couple of things that need fixing, and since there was a guest in your office, you decided to just go to your staff’s desk.

Jay was a natural at socializing, but he had no idea how to properly behave around your brother. You had never told him much about Seungho, and even when you do, nothing about your stories reflect that much about his personality. It took him a while to finally relax and find a shared interest with Seungho, and soon enough the conversation shifted to the topic of you.

“I’ve been meaning to say,” Seungho cleared his throat before emptying the bottle of sparkling water into his glass, “thank you.”

Jay’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not sure I understand…”

“For making my sister happy.”

Jay blinked once, blankly staring at Seungho’s hands. “Oh,” was his only respond.

Seungho smiled. “I’m saying this because all she did in her past relationship was rant about her boyfriends, I mean exes, to me. I haven’t heard anything bad about you, so I guess you’re doing something right.”

Jay scoffed, still searching for the proper way to respond. Seungho calmly waved his hand as he set back his glass on the table.

“I’ve also heard good things about you from my parents. My mom, particularly, wouldn’t shut up about you. And I know it’s none of my business, but… your relationship is serious, right?”

Hearing this question, Jay nodded without a beat. “I’m serious.”

“Good,” Seungho said. “Because if you hurt her, I’m gonna have to unleash all the hidden knowledge I have gained from listening to a lot of true crime podcasts.”

Jay blinked again in astonishment. Seungho laughed.

“I’m kidding! Obviously.” Seungho gently punched Jay on his shoulder, and Jay responded with a nervous laugh.

---

You winced as you felt the cold of the water hit your face. You quickly washed up and put on your skincare, deciding to go extra on the sunscreen for today. It was still dark, but you woke up before your alarm went off, so you figured you could get ready early before Jay wakes up. When you were done in the bathroom, you went back into your bedroom and changed into your workout outfit in the dark. Once you were ready, you turned to see Jay still sleeping soundly.

“Baby,” you called as you sat on the edge of the bed. “We need to leave soon if we want to catch the sunrise.”

Jay stirred in his sleep and shifted to face you. His eyebrows were knitted, and his lips pursed. You chuckled as you tapped your finger to his lips. He then whined and pulled you into him by your wrist. He managed to hug you sideways, and all you did was pat his shoulders in return.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled, lips brushing your skin.

“Up on the count of three, come on,” you replied, getting ready to pull him up. “One, two…”

Jay pushed himself up and into your arms, leaning towards you and kissing your lips but missing his aim. He ended up kissing your chin.

“Three,” you said calmly before properly giving him a good morning kiss. “Now go change. You promised you’d take me to see the sunrise. I wouldn’t have gotten up so early if you weren’t the one taking me.”

Jay merely yawned and stretched his arms. “Okay, Boss.”

You had to tell Jay to chill and not speed since it was quite a long drive to the mountain. Apparently, Jay had done extensive research about the best sunrise spots in the city, and he deemed that the best spot would be the one that was not walking distance from your place. Luckily, you both got there in time. You spotted a couple of people who were also hiking early, assuming they were there to watch the sun too.

Once you reached the perfect spot—away from the people but not sacrificing the view, you brushed the back of your leggings before sitting down on the rocks. Jay followed suit, sitting next to you as he kept his hands inside the pockets of his windbreaker. He froze for a while, running both hands into the pockets like he was searching for something.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing his jittery behavior.

He paused again like he was processing something to say, then he took one hand out and felt the pocket on his jogger.

“Forgot I put the keys here,” he said with a stupid grin.

You chuckled and sat comfortably. With Jay right beside you, it meant you had a nice shoulder to lean on. Jay pressed his head on yours, and as you both sat there in silence, the sun started to peek. You watched as the dark sky turned orange, and although it felt like it took ages to get there, the sun rising ended way faster, and in that short moment the view of the sunrays hitting the forest below you and the rocks around you made you choke up.

Jay linked his fingers with your hand and brought it up to his lips. Kissing your knuckles, he told you he loved you in a voice that was barely even a whisper. You closed your eyes as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, letting his warmth cover you like a cozy blanket. When you opened your eyes, the sun had already turned the sky a light blue. The slight fog you saw between the trees had disappeared too.

“We’re having dinner tonight at the restaurant that Jake does part-time work,” Jay stated, pulling back to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Wear whatever you’d like, but I’d love it if you look pretty.”

“Are you saying I’m not pretty now?” You asked. You then pulled up your hoodie to cover your head.

“Hoodie on, hoodie off, you’re always pretty,” Jay replied. He then tugged the edge of the hoodie back to expose your ear as he leaned into it. “You’re the prettiest when you’re naked for me, though.”

His whisper obviously sent shivers down your spine, so you just hit him gently on the chest to combat the sheer embarrassment that was starting to show on your cheeks. Jay chuckled lowly and pulled your hoodie back completely before pulling you into a warm hug.

---

“Babe, can you unbox the two packages that have been sitting by the door while you wait?”

Jay had to look up from his phone to pay attention to you. You were sitting at your vanity table, taking your time to put on makeup since you really did want to look pretty as per Jay’s request. He nodded before setting his phone down on the bed and leaving the bedroom.

“Do you want me to unbox it here in the kitchen, or…?” Jay’s sentence hung in the air as he waited for your response.

You answered him by walking out of your bedroom and meeting him in the kitchen. You were done with your makeup except for your lip color, and for a second Jay thought you were sick because of how pale your lips looked.

“Actually, I think one of those boxes is my order,” you said, hopping to sit on the bar stool. You watched as Jay carefully opened the box with a cutter.

The first box was filled with paper wrap and paper confetti, and you noticed how Jay was already smiling even before he took out what was inside. When he did, you gasped and kept your mouth open as you admired what appeared to be two matching cat mugs—one was light blue with a black cat on it, and the other was baby pink with a white cat one it. When pushed together, it looked like the black cat was grooming the white cat.

“Matching mugs for us!” Jay said with a huge smile. “Do you think it’s cute?”

You were still speechless from the shock and pure adoration, so you said nothing as you unboxed your own package. A second later, you pulled out a dark green mug with a little white cat siting on the handle.

“I literally got this for you,” you said, pushing the green mug to Jay.

Jay was now laughing softly and rendered speechless. You pulled the blue and pink cat mugs and carefully picked one up.

“What made you buy these?” You asked.

Jay shrugged, also admiring the green mug. “I just thought of you when I saw them. I figured, since you can’t hang out with cats because of me, I should make an effort to add more cat stuff to our daily lives.”

“That’s adorable,” you replied. “Thank you.”

“And this?” Jay asked, holding up his mug.

“Bought that on a whim. I thought of getting it for you since it’s your color, but if you don’t want it, I was gonna use it for myself.”

The two of you then just stared at the three mugs on the counter, and then at each other. You chuckled before you stretched out your arms, and Jay walked over to your side to give you a hug.

“Go finish your makeup,” Jay said, kissing the top of your head. “Jake will literally be waiting for us.”

You snorted at his pun. “Funny. You still need to style your hair.”

Jay muttered a soft ‘fuck’ before you cackled and walked away to the bedroom, with him trailing behind you.

---

You and Jay were seated by the window that overlooked the city. The lights from the buildings and the moving cars below created the perfect view, and you had to admit that the night sky was one of your favorite things to look at, second to watching sunsets. You were wearing a baby blue jumpsuit with a matching-colored fuzzy cardigan and your pearl choker around your neck. Jay was dressed in a darker shade of blue, with his navy button-down making his honey skin glow. His wristwatch matched your golden accessories, and if someone were to take a picture of the two of you at your table, it would have looked like something out of Pinterest.

The conversation you were having with Jay was hushed because you did not want to disturb the serenity of your surroundings. The restaurant was not full, but you spotted several couples as well as families sitting quite far from where you were. Jake was already waiting for another table when you arrived, but whenever he had to pass you to get to the table, he would always look to you and give you a wink.

You felt like this had become a routine, for Jay to reserve a table at a restaurant you did not know and to enjoy a luxurious dinner while talking about everything going on in your lives. While Jay was speaking, you lost yourself for a moment, just staring at him while he was looking down at his food and babbling about stuff at work. You realized that you will never get bored of his stories, no matter how long you two had been together. You will listen to him for the rest of your life.

Your waiter cleared out your table once you finished your main course. When he asked what you wanted for dessert, Jay requested some time to choose. It was odd, you thought, since normally he would come prepared with a set of dishes to choose from. The waiter excused himself, and right after, Jay cleared his throat.

“Y/N,” Jay said in a low voice. The change in his tone sort of alarmed you. If you weren’t madly in love with each other, you would have thought he was about to break up with you.

“Jay?” You asked back. It made him chuckle. “Is everything okay?”

You saw Jay shifting in his seat, reaching into his pocket. He then took out a small box. It was black velvet, and from the size it could only be an engagement ring. Or earrings. Your heart started beating so fast. It seemed like Jay could sense it, so to make things clear, he opened the box and pushed it towards the center of the table, showcasing the ruby ring that was planted inside.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, more towards yourself.

“Listen,” Jay cleared his throat, “I prepared a whole speech, so I hope you’d be willing to listen.”

You laughed softly and straightened your position. Your hands were fiddling on your lap, and you tried your best to keep looking into his eyes as he spoke.

“I’ve thought about this for a long time, even before I proposed to you when I was drunk. I rarely get drunk, but when I do, my friends usually tell me I become even more honest than I already am. So, believe me, it wasn’t just me blabbering. I really want to marry you.”

You nodded gently and waited for him to continue. He took a deep breath.

“First, I want to apologize to you. For lying.”

You frowned.

“Whenever I’m away, spending a couple of hours from home, and whatever my excuse was, it was a lie. I was making appointments, planning stuff, seeing the designer for the ring, meeting your parents, meeting my parents, basically taking care of everything I needed to do before I ask you the question.”

Your eyes softened. “You talked to my parents?”

Jay nodded. “I’ve been spending more time with them, together or separately, just so I can get to know them better. It’s nice of them to always meet up with me in the city since they know I’m allergic to cats.”

You chuckled. You felt your eyes slowly tearing up.

“I talked to your dad first. I think he was the one who ended up convincing your mom, you know, that I’m actually a decent guy.”

Jay laughed nervously after his statement, and you continued to look at him, smiling.

“I’ve thought about everything regarding work, too, you know. If this status would change anything, and I kind of weighed all the options before coming to the decision that I do want to marry you and I still want to work for you.”

You nodded again. Jay then reached out for your hand, and you quickly placed your hand in his. You could feel him slightly trembling, and you thought that it was wholesome.

“Damn it, I forgot what else I was supposed to say.”

You almost snorted at his remark, looking down to contain your laughter. Jay pressed his lips together before he looked into your eyes again.

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You could no longer hold your tears back, so you let them fall. As you sniffed, you squeezed his hand in yours and smiled.

“With all my heart,” you answered.

Jay smiled back at you before taking the ring and putting it on your finger. You did not even take a second to admire the ring before you stood up and took a step towards him. He stood to pull you into his arms, hugging you tightly and whispering words of love in your ears. And at the same time, you heard the dispersed sound of clapping throughout the restaurant.

You felt slightly embarrassed that the people there had to witness your crying face, but you were happy that they shared the joy, so you silently thanked them with a hand over your chest. Jay did the same. He helped you go back to your seat.

Jay sat back and let out a sigh of relief, and you chuckled at him. Your waiter returned, and this time Jay placed the order for your dessert. Just seconds after, Jake walked over to your table.

“Way to go, mate,” he said, bumping Jay’s shoulder with his fist ever so gently. Jay muttered a soft thanks, and then Jake looked at you. “Noona, congratulations.”

You reached out both your hands to Jake and he held them tightly, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got pictures and videos of the proposal. I’ll airdrop them as soon as my shift is over,” Jake confessed. “Now I gotta run before my manager sees me.”

Your mouth was wide open, and you were left stunned, unable to form a response. Jay laughed.

“Does that mean he recorded me crying?” You asked Jay, looking around.

“I’m sure he got it at a good angle,” Jay responded, reassuring you. “Oh, right, I remembered what I was going to say.”

You were taking a sip from your glass of water and almost spat it back out from laughing. “What is it?”

“I was supposed to propose to you this morning when we were watching the sunrise.”

You looked at Jay for a couple of seconds before you blinked. “So, when you were frantically patting yourself down and searching for something in your pocket, it wasn’t the car keys but the ring? You left it at home?”

“Exactly.”

You snorted again and laughed silently, your fiancé chuckling with you.

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After a hearty chat with Jake as soon as his shift ended, you went home with a bunch of pictures and videos on your phone. Jay was right, Jake knew all the good angles, although it’s a shame he couldn’t capture the audio since he was recording from a distance.

Mr. Lee picked you up with a huge smile on his face, and it made you realize that Jay had given him a heads-up already about his plan. Your driver glance towards you and you held up your hand, moving your fingers and showing off the ring.

“Are you relieved now, Park?” Mr. Lee asked after congratulating you both.

“I am!” Jay replied. “Thank you for driving me around, Mr. Lee.”

“You made him drive you around?” Your eyes widened as you shifted your gaze between your fiancé and your driver.

Mr. Lee waved off his hand. “Only once or twice, Miss. Don’t you worry. The younger Mr. Lee drove him around more often.”

“I can’t believe you’re taking both my drivers behind my back,” you sighed, leaning your head on Jay’s shoulder.

Jay merely shrugged. “I’ll be sure to leave them both a huge tip later.”

The moment you arrived at home you were exhausted. Jay was too, and you guessed it was because the whole suspense and anticipation he had been holding in for the whole day. You decided to take turns showering, and when you finished first, you went to the kitchen to make tea for two.

When you returned to the bathroom, Jay was already done washing up. You did your skincare side by side, and Jay took the jade roller from your hands and made you give instructions on how to use it on your face. You did the same routine on Jay’s face, and throughout the whole process he was closing his eyes and smiling.

You both then slipped into your favorite pajamas—your silky kimono set in green and Jay’s cotton pajamas in black. He made you sit on the sofa to choose a movie for the night while he made sure the tea that you prepared was still hot. You opted for your all-time favorite romcom that you had watched more than five times, and at this point you were able to follow almost all the dialogs in the movie. Jay smiled as he listened to your rambles, alternating between rubbing your shoulders or running his fingers through your hair.

As the end credits rolled up, you turned to look at Jay and started fondly caressing his face. Your eyes fell to your engagement ring, and Jay quickly noticed it.

“Gorgeous, huh?” He asked with a grin on his face.

“It’s breathtaking. And also huge. Would you be offended if I don’t wear it every day? I’m afraid of losing it,” you confessed, fixing the ring on your finger.

“You can do whatever you want, my queen,” Jay replied. He leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I’m tired and sleepy right now. Can we have sex in the morning?”

Jay chuckled and booped your nose. “I kiss you once and you already think I’m trying to get in your pants?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am.”

You snorted and lightly slapped his cheek. “In the morning. Not now. Or try waking me up with it. Whatever.”

Jay nodded and saluted you. You pulled his hand down as he laughed. You then threw your body onto his and let him cage you in the warmest embrace you had ever been in your life.

-END-

another author's note: THERE YOU HAVE IT! he proposed. it was cliche but i love it. hope you did too! as usual, if you find any mistakes, typos, or grammatical errors, do let me know! ❤

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