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-> nami x sugar daddy ! male reader

requested (kinda?) the one where sugar daddy![name] meets all of nami's friends 8k+ word count !!! everyone be fed <3333

warnings : id say none bc its jus sweeeeeeet fluff and domesticity and jokes between nami her man and her friends.

when vivi got a text from nami, the message reading “fina-fucking-lly!!!” and attached were four images, the woman easily guessed what the context was. the images showed nami cuddled up with her “mystery man” and a pleased smile on her face. the two seemed to be cuddling shirtless in bed together so vivi was able to piece two and two together.

the man, although his face was hidden, was definitely the sugar daddy that nami had been seeing for the past year or so. he was often the hot topic between the two best friends, mainly nami complaining about him never taking a hint or making a move on her while vivi just nodded along. at first, she thought nami was just in the whole dynamic for the money (which she was), but as more time passed, it became clear that nami had caught genuine feelings for the guy.

vivi chuckled at the happy smile on nami’s face as well as her messy hair, typing back a quick “congratulations, i’m glad it all worked out,” as her response. in a second she got a text back, nami insisting that the two have a girls’ night so that they can catch up. obviously, not going to pass up the chance to hear all the details, vivi agreed and the two set a time and place for their hangout.

a couple of days later, nami was getting ready and rushing around the apartment in search of her favorite necklace. [name] blinked at her, wondering what had her so hurried before clearing his throat. she whipped her head around, looking at him pleadingly, “have you seen my gold necklace? not the one you gave me, but a different one,”

scanning his memories of what she was talking about, he could vaguely recall what she was talking about. so he walked off, going into the bathroom, and emerging with the golden necklace in his fingertips. she jumped on him, hugging him tight and singing his praises.

”thank you so much, [name]!” she turned around, taking her long hair into her hands with one sweep and presenting her neck to him. immediately, he acted in clasping teh necklace around her, “i was driving myself insane trying to find it. you’re the best,” she turned around when he finished, going on her tippy toes to kiss him.

he quickly caught her by her waist and pressed himself deeper into the kiss. she laughed at his eagerness before smacking his chest to get him to let her go, “as much as i’d love to just suck face, i’ve actually got places to be,”

“places to be without me?” [name] pouted, seeing his pretty girlfriend especially dolled up, “how can i appreciate your beauty if i’m not with you?”

“sucks to suck, babe,” she winked, grabbing her purse and giving herself the once over in the mirror before grabbing the keycard to the apartment, “meeting up with vivi for the whole day, so don’t wait up okay?”

he hummed, not actually that bothered she was having the day to herself. he just planted one more kiss to her neck, reminding her, “stay safe, text me if you two need anything,” and then pulling away from her. he smiled at her and gave a gentle wave as she walked away.

nami grinned at his sweet behavior, blowing him a kiss before stepping into the elevator to get to the lobby. when she exited the building, she saw a chaffeur already waiting for her and rolled her eyes as she knew that [name] was the one who called him for her.

when she met with vivi at the familiar restaurant, she had to contain a scream of joy at seeing her best friend. the blue haired woman shared the same sentiment, biting her lip to silence herself. instead, the two shared a long hug with each other, swaying back and forth in place as they complimented the other for looking so well.

the two took a seat near the window, still giggling to themselves.

“how have you been, nami? it feels like it’s been so long,” vivi said with a pout, her glossy lips jutted outward to emphasize her words, “don’t tell me that man has you locked in some depressing apartment and this whole meeting is actually a cry for help,”

nami laughed at her friend’s attitude, shaking her head, “it definitely isn’t, just a much needed catch up, vivi,”

her friend squinted her eyes as if she didn’t believe her before dropping the act, “alright, i believe you, but let’s just not talk about men for a good twenty minutes. just girl talk, please?”

nami took ahold of her best friend’s hands and nodded, a genuine smile on her face, “duh, of course. neither of our lives revolve around men, vivi!” the blue haired woman cheered in response before picking up the menu and scanning over their options.

as promised, the first portion of their date was just focused on how the other has been, talking about their jobs and school and schedules that have been keeping them busy. nami learned that vivi was going to soon be taking over for her father’s business, as her dad was just becoming older and older. plus, vivi had a natural leadership bone in her body that her own father could recognize and knew that it should not be wasted.

on the other hand, nami filled vivi in on how she was really eager to just get her degree and be done with schooling. all the schools wree on break now, but when things got started up again, nami knew that it would be the death of her.

“well, getting a master’s is challenging, but i know it’ll be worth it when you get that degree!” vivi encouraged her, making nami nod in agreement, “at least you don’t have to worry about financial debt when you graduate too, that’s a big plus,”

nami blushed, a bashful smile coming onto her face. she bit her tongue to prevent herself from going on a tangent, especially considering vivi and her’s previous agreement to not talk about men, but it seemed vivi could read right through her.

“alright, lay it out all to me, nami. you’ve been practically shaking in your seat since you’ve sat down,”

“i have not!” nami denied, an offensive look on her face which vivi only rolled her eyes at.

”just tell me everything, girl, i’m actually really curious,” nami waited a couple of seconds, waiting for vivi to take it back, but when he saw the girl motion for her to continue, she finally let loose.

“well, me and [name] are finally dating!” she said, trying to contain her voice of excitement to not bother the other patrons of the restaurant, “made it official about a week or so ago, and vivi!!! it’s been so good, i didn’t think that he could get any sweeter but he has and continues to! he’s such a gentleman, seriously! i’m telling you right now — older men are where it’s at, vivi! if you’re ever gonna date someone, date someone at least 5 years older!”

“yeah, more like 9 years older and in a different tax bracket, right?” vivi teased, poking fun at the two’s age gap which only made nami wave her hand dismissively.

“blah, blah, blah! but, seriously, he’s sooo sweet to me,”

“you’re sure it’s not just the bare minimum?” nami deadpanned at vivi’s question.

“do you really think i’d settle for someone that doesn’t meet my expectations?”

“you’re right, my bad for assuming otherwise,” vivi grinned, enjoying nami’s snarky attitude that she had missed so much, “and, nami, if you’re happy, then i’m happy. i’m glad you two finally got together, i know how hard of a girl crush you had on him,”

“god, don’t make it sound so elementary with that phrase,” nami cringed, hiding her blushing face in her hands.

”hey, as long as he has as much of a boy crush on you as you do on him, that’s fine!” vivi teased once more, making nami only bury her head further into her hands.

nami sighed, slapping her cheeks to rid it of the warm feeling before continuing on, “that’s also another thing, [name] always makes it obvious that he’s into me as much as i’m into him. you know how many guys in college don’t even make an effort. yeah, they don’t compare to him. he’s always just saying the sweetest shit, it’d be so icky if it weren’t him. he’s just so…” nami paused trying to find the right word before settling on, “perfect. he’s really the best, vivi. i like him a lot,”

her best friend across the table softened at her sudden genuine tone, reaching across the table to hold nami’s hand, “i’m so happy for you two,”

“and everything right now is perfect. i’m just scared that i’m gonna mess it up in some way, or that our dynamic before is gonna ruin us in some way,” vivi immedaitely shook her head to show nami that she was being ridiculous. but she continued anyway, “i don’t know, i just feel like it’s all too good to be true…? i’ve always wanted a guy that’d take care of, but wouldn’t baby me, and [name]’s just that! it’s like a dream,”

“nami, you’re not going to ruin anything between you two,” vivi assured her, squeezing her hand tight, “you guys are adults. he seems like a mature guy, if anything happens, you can at least be comfortable enough to talk to each other about it. and if that doesn’t work out, then let fate take the reigns. but the point is! you don’t have to be scared of anything because it sounds to me that he’s a really understanding guy and really knows you for who you are.”

nami sighed, nodding her head as she couldn’t deny that most of what vivi was saying sounded accurate. she was just vocalizing her worries because if she didn’t she might’ve just exploded.

“don’t overthink your relationship so much either, you guys are in it together. he likes you as much as you like him, if not more, so don’t worry about things like that either,” vivi smiled, seeing that her words were slowly uplifting nami’s mood. “but there is one thing that needs to happen before you guys can even think of moving your relationship on,”

nami blinked, tilting her head in confusion.

vivi grinned in a victorious manner, winking at nami, “you gotta let him meet all of us before you guys can keep dating! we gotta see if he passes the test or not!”

“what test?!”

“the “are you worthy enough to be dating nami” test, duh,” vivi said with an eyeroll, finishing off the rest of the water in her cup before nodding, “i reckon if he brings some good food to the house party, he’s already warmed up luffy. everyone else is pretty hard to read,”

“oh, you guys can’t be serious?” nami said in an exasperated tone, letting her head hand in disbelief.

”no, we’re completely serious, like genuinely everyone’s been waiting for your relationship to move on like this so we could all meet and approve him,” vivi said, looking at her phone and then grinning at nami, “they’ve already settled for a casual house party to be held in a week from now, bring your man and we can all meet him,”

nami looked at her as if she were the spawn of satan, but vivi just continued smiling on as if there were nothing wrong. then she just dug through her purse for [name]’s card (he slipped it into her wallet before she left) and glared at her, “if you guys do anything weird to scare him off, i’ll seriously kill all of you guys,”

“yes, yes, whatever, let’s just charge his card here and move on from his discussion~”

the two parted ways after about a four hour long brunch-turned-dinner date together. nami made sure vivi got home safe with a safe uber ride, stalking her location as she rode in her own ride back home. she smiled to see vivi arrived at her house safely, thanking the chaffeur of her vehicle before going to the elevator back up to [name]’s apartment.

the first thing she smelt when the elevator door opened was the smell of freshly baked cookies.

”nami’s home, finally,” [name] cried out, emerging from the corner with an apron on and his sleeves rolled up, “was wondering when you’d come home, but i guessed that around the two or three hour mark you’d be on your way back. and i planned my baking endeavors perfectly with your arrival because,” he leaned down to kiss her midsentence, helping her out of her coat as he smoothly wrapped his arm around her waist, “tada! cookies, made them myself — out of scratch and everything,”

nami grinned, squeezing his torso in a tight hug before bounding over to the baking sheet that had chocolate chip cookies laid out on them. just as she was about to grab one, though, [name] caught her hand in his, “but! they have to sit out for maybe a couple more minutes, so no touching until then,”

she shot him a look, quirking her eyebrow, “didn’t you say you had perfect timing,”

“oh, i do, because i know exactly how to fill those minutes up,” he smirked, leaning closer and closer down to her height.

“how do you plan on doing that?” she asked, breathing in his cologne that was mixed with the scent of baked goods, a hazy look in her eyes. instead of properly answering her question, he just pressed his lips to her glossy ones.

then his hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, carrying her up to sit on the top of the kitchen island. she yelped in surprise, but was soon focused back in on the passionate kiss they hadn’t been seperated from.

his hands went to rest on the base of her neck, squeezing softly to illicite a moan from her. soon, his tongue was running over hers and she softly smiled. pushing away from him, breathlessly, she looked at him through her eyelashes, “tastes sweet,”

“got hungry halfway through,” he confessed, eyes still half-lidded and focused solely on her bruised lips. she was going to tease him further, but his lips against her own cut her off. her fingers played with his short strands of hair and allowing him full access to her mouth. she got a preview of what the cookies would end up tasting like with how he adamant he was in keeping their tongues in contact with one another.

their passionate make out session was interuppted, though, when nami’s number buzzed on the table. she cursed whatever notification set it off, knowing that [name] always backed off when her phone got any sort of message.

and just as she predicted, he pecked her lips one last time before pulling away, “anything important?” he asked, eyes trained on her face as she read the notification.

”don’t forget to tell mr. [name] we require his presence at the house party of monkey d. luffy and co!!!” vivi texted, followed my several cute emoticons to get her point across. nami’s eyebrow ticked up in annoyance at the fact that this was the message that had cut off her hot and steamy make out session short. she quickly sent a middle finger emoji back before dropping the phone back onto the counter.

“nothing important, babe,” she answered, crossing her ankles over each other as she watched him work around the kitchen. he was plating the cookies and carefully lifting the now empty baking pan from the counter and into the sink.

he washed his hands quickly before holding on up to her face with a smile, “try it?”

she obviously did as told, eager to taste the sweet treat and almost moaning in pleasure at the taste, “[name]! they’re so good!” she took another bite before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close, “my man is sexy and can bake — what more could i ask for?”

“anything and i’d give it to you,” [name] laughed, taking a bite of his own baking to ensure that nami wasn’t lying to spare his feelings. she finished it off, letting him wipe the side of her mouth from the spare melted chocolate. he sucked his thumb clean, grinning in glee at how his baking endeavor successfully panned out.

after they finished off a couple of sweet treats, [name] was carrying her back to their room and helping her get unready for bed.

“did you eat?” she asked him as she was taking off her makeup.

“yeah, had some food down in the lobby’s restaurant. sometimes forget how good their pasta is,” [name] noted, stripping out of his outside clothes and into a comfy (expensive) pajama set that matched with hers. she grinned at how he laid out a cute pair for her on the king sized bed. then he was walking over and hugging her from behind, watching her through the mirror.

“hm, can i ask you something?” she said slowly, meeting his eyes in the mirror and waiting for his “okay” before continuing. when he nodded, she took in a deep breath and finally said what was on her mind, “well, there is a house party my friends are throwing and they invited me,”

“oh,” [name] grinned, “and?”

“well, i was thinking of going, anyway,” she said, dancing around the subject before shaking her head and forcing herself to just say it, “but they told me i could bring you if you wanted to come- they invited you too, i mean to say. so do you wanna come with me?”

[name] smiled, kissing the soft skin of her neck, “they wanna meet me?”

“yeah, they do. think i’ve talked their ears enough about you that they wanna meet the man of the hour,” nami joked, but internally she was wrecked with nerves.

“hm, i’ll go on one condition,” he said, standing up and moving to lean against the counter. he crossed his arms over his chest and had a pretty serious look on his face. so nami halted her movements, nodding and showing he had all of her attention.

“anything, what’s up?”

“one condition is,” he paused for dramatic effect before grinning like a fool, “as long as i get to be your date!”

she almost smacked him in the stomach for scaring her so much.

”go to hell, [name],” she cursed, not finding it funny to be scared half to death. but he merely laughed, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before leaning back.

“obviously, i don’t mind meeting your friends, babe,” he assured her, “for a second, i thought you were going to ask if it was alright if you went out — now that would’ve scared me! asking me for permission on going out is just icky. i was about to be really concerned. but since it was a joint invitation, it's not concerning anymore!”

she smiled to herself at his lax attitude, finding it refreshing.

“the only thing is, it’s probably gonna be on friday. i know you have work, are you sure you’ll be alright going right after work?”

“do you really think i’m an old man?” [name] asked in offense, “i can keep up with you guys, i’m not that much older!”

“you’ll be a decade older than some of the people there,” she noted, feeling the urge to humble her boyfriend. and it worked because he obviously deflated at that comment.

“hey, being 34 isn’t that old…right?” he asked before immediately speaking up, “don’t actually answer that! but seriously, i didn’t think i was that old, oh god,”

“you’re not actually that old,” she assured him, kissing his cheek softly before continuing her skin care, “just putting it out there~”

“you just said that to make me feel old, you’re so mean,” he said with a pout, making her laugh at his childish expression.

the rest of the night, [name] was just watching her as she finished her nighttime routine before carrying her over to bed. nami cuddled into his side, smiling softly when she felt him playing with the ends of her long hair. that was the last thing she felt before she was whisked away to sleep.

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before she knew it, it was already a week later and it was the day her friends would see if her boyfriend passed the test. whatever bullshit test they had in mind. she rolled her eyes at their odd behavior, but didn’t bother wasting her time thinking about it now. vivi was probably just exaggerating anyway…

“just park on the street wherever you see a spot,” nami said, noticing that it was a bit more packed than usual, “we’d be lucky to get anywhere near where his house is. ugh, i know all these cars aren’t here for him, either, so that’s just shit timing,” she sighed, mentally flipping off all the cars that were taking up street parking.

[name] chuckled at her pissed off attitude, rubbing up and down her leg to calm her down. after parking a couple of houses down from where luffy’s was, [name] stepped out of the car and then went over to the passenger side to help nami out.

due to how he was coming in from work, he was wearing a suit while nami had more casual attire on.

“i told you to put some extra clothes in the trunk,” she chided, looking at how sullen he was due to his formal clothes.

“i know, i forgot before leaving earlier. now all your friends are going to think i’m some stuck up richass,” [name] complained, shoulders slouching as he thought about how he was already making a bad first impression.

nami joined their hands together and kissed the back of his, smiling softly, “don’t worry, just buy them off and then you’ll be all set in winning their favor,”

he looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed, a look of genuine confusion on his face. she laughed at his obliviousness to her joke, waving off his worries and clarifying that she was not at all serious.

“well, i hope the cookies i baked count for something at least,” he said, holding the container in his non-occupied hand. the same recipe he used when he baked for nami last week were the ones he used to make this batch. and he was sweating bullets hoping that they were going to be to everyone’s liking.

he didn’t get to try one because he was in a rush in putting them in the container, so it really was wrecking his nerves on if they were even good.

“that bottle of wine should also win over sanji, he really likes stuff like that,”

“and this is the same sanji that wanted you for himself, right?” [name] asked, remembering the name to be familiar from somewhere.

“yep,” nami said proudly, popping the “p,” “but don’t worry, [name], i’m all yours now,”

he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist as they approached the door of luffy’s house, “should i go easy on the affections in consideration of him?”

“no, there’s no point in that. he’ll be a sulking mess anyway,” nami said, adding in, “he’s a lost cause that poor guy…”

and just as her newly manicured nail rang the doorbell of luffy’s house, several heads inside all perked up.

“i hope you all have the list memorized!” one voice shouted, a stressed look on her face.

“what’s it matter anyway? they’re already boyfriend-girlfriend, right?” a voice whined, a pout on his face as he felt stressed in remembering the list.

“no! it matters a lot, so you better have it memorized! nami-san can’t be dating some sleazeball, who for all we know — could be apart of some crime syndicate and trafficking her! oh, poor nami-san! don’t worry, your real prince will save you soon, my lady!!”

“this guy just can’t accept the fact nami was never interested in him,” a tired voice sighs, obnoxiously yawning at the end of his sentence.

“but, what if he doesn’t check all the boxes on the list? what do we do then?” a curious voice asked, looking at all of his friends, “nami seems really happy, we can’t break them up over it, right?”

“of course we can, we can also forcefully get him to never speak to her again by threatening his entire family lineage,” a very optimistic voice said, making the previous speaker look at them with fear in his eyes.

“alright! enough of that! we need to pretend as if this conversation never happened!”

“what conversation?”

halfway on their walk to the entrance, nami and [name] let themselves in due to how long it was taking for anyone to answer the door.

“you seriously gotta change your locks, luffy, how many times do i have to tell you?!” nami scolded, putting the bobby pin that she used to unlock the door back into her hair. she smoothed out her clothes, looking at all of her shocked friends. “what?”

beside her was a prim looking man that was awkwardly smiling, the expression on his face looking as if he were contemplating life and death. all of nami’s friends looked at him with blank eyes, except for one that was outright glaring at his figure. and noticing where they were all looking, nami took it upon herself to start the greeting.

“alright! well, introductions are in order!” she said, clapping her hands to knock them out of their daze, “everyone, this is my boyfriend [name]! [name] meet,” nami lifted her finger as she pointed at each respective individual, “luffy, zoro, robin, chopper, sanji, and vivi!! uh, there are usually more of us here, but i guess everyone else was just busy,”

“nice to meet you all,” [name] said, waving his hand awkwardly before placing it back onto nami’s waist. that sudden action, though, caused an angry reaction to spark from a certain blonde.

“no! no! no! get your filthy hands off of nami-san this instant or i swear to god i will chop them off with my best set of knives!! get them off-” a hand was clamped onto his mouth to stop his threats from pouring out even more. [name] sweatdropped at sanji’s antics, feeling even more awkward.

no one said anything until a woman with long, light blue hair stepped forward with her hand outstretched, “lovely to finally meet you, [name], we had heard so much about you,” [name] was quick into gently shaking her own, offering her the most calm smile of his (as calm as one can get after being threatened with dismemberment).

he shook their hands for a second before letting go, “nice to meet you as well, vivi. and, haha, i hope they were all good things?” vivi smiled politely, looking back at her friends to remind them of their task at hand.

internally, a couple of the friends watching from the back ticked off a box on the list (”friendly greeting, but not too friendly. polite gesture with appropiate manners” — minor bonus points for slight humor in reply).

“now, sanji, there’s no need for you to be so rude when [name] went out of his way to gift us all something to get our night started,” nami chimed in, looking at her boyfriend to unveil the wine.

“oh, right!” he looked inside of the paper bag that he was holding, bringing out the expensive bottle of wine, “we can either open it tonight or you guys can keep it for another occasion. either way, it’s yours, so please help yourselves,”

sanji stomped his way over, grumbling under his breath as he glared at [name], “whatever, you fucker, i bet it’s just some cheap ass wine you got at the corner store,” he yanked it out of [name]’s hands, who was placcidly smiling at the chef, “yeah, what is it? i bet it’s just generic-”

the blonde’s jaw dropped as he read off the label. then he looked back up at [name], his eyes blown wide. he caressed the bottle of wine as if it were a baby, looking back and forth between it and the man, “where the hell did you get your hands on this?!”

[name] scratched the back of his head, “well, i’ve had it in my cellar for a long time, so i can’t remember originally where it was from. it was probably a gift from my company…but! it definitely came from france because my boss never cheaps out on gifts,” then he dug back into the paper bag, a smile on his face, “but this one i got myself — if you guys are more so into whiskey!”

zoro’s head perked up and he walked over, now intrigued. he was never really a wine guy, anyway.

“this one i got myself for this occasion, so like i said before if you wanna open it now or save it for later, i don’t mind!” [name] saw how interested zoro was so he handed the drink off to him, “you like whiskey?”

“i prefer sake,” zoro ruggedly answered, looking at the bottle in disinterest. but before he could read the label, it was yanked out of his hands.

sanji, the thief, had his jaw dropped once again, “you’re fucking kidding me…”

in his hands was a bottle of Christian Nourissat Clos de Vougeot Grand Cru, which is usually priced at 1,129,610 yen ($8,010USD), and in the other was a bottle of the Karuizawa ‘Fazzino’ 35 Year Old Single Malt Whiskey, which was even more expensive at 3,438,189 yen ($24,380USD). and the fact that [name] took the money out of his own wallet to buy the latter option really made sanji almost fall to his knees.

“hey, what’s the big deal sanji? drinks are drinks! open ‘em up, let’s have some fun!” an energetic voice cried out, carelessly taking the bottles out of sanji’s, practically, shaking hands and running off to the kitchen.

“oi, luffy, don’t you dare think about opening those!! we are saving that for one of our funerals and that’s it! do you hear me?!” sanji said, quick on his feet in running after the idiot ravenette.

“i told you, you didn’t have to bring the whiskey if you already had the wine,” nami scolded her boyfriend, pinching his side.

he winced at the dull pain, looking at her with an unbothered look on his face. the gesture really wasn’t that grand (- to him. to any other sane person, it was), but he still really wanted to make a good first impression, “i didn’t wanna show up with only one type of liquor…what if you guys preferred something else?” it was a weak reason, but it was the genuine one.

the rest of nami’s friends looked at [name] as if he were crazy. admitting to just spending that much money on a good first impression made them almost fearful of the amount of money he had in his bank account.

“well,” vivi cleared her throat awkwardly, “anyone want popcorn? we just popped some before you guys got here,”

mentally, robin ticked off one of the boxes on the list (”makes an effort in impressing us/working for our approval”) and laughed behind her hand. the group gathered in the living room, sanji and luffy still fighting it out in the kitchen and soon everyone was just asking [name] endless amounts of questions.

“so, how did you get a job so fancy!?” chopper was the first to eagerly ask, eyes sparkling at the fancy suit [name] was wearing, “i always thought business jobs were cool, but i’m more motivated to be a doctor! it’s what i’ve wanted to be since i was a kid!”

[name] smiled at the wonderment in chopper’s eyes, “that’s a really respectable choice, chopper. but, i just got it from working my ass off. i started just in a cubicle, but i was always trying to impress my higher ups. i was lucky enough to be in their good favor and now, i’m in this position,”

“how long did it take you?”

“hm, maybe 10 years? it was a long journey, but i’m very fortunate now, so i think it all paid off,” he grinned, “what about everyone else? have any of you already graduated?”

it felt like an odd question, one that [name] hasn’t asked in years since he himself has graduated, but it was just the age gap making itself known.

“i graduated early, but it was because my father wanted me working already,” vivi bashfully said, “i will probably go back to school in a coupe of years, but that’s my situation now.”

“i graduated a couple of years ago,” robin spoke next, “we are probably the closest in age, [name].” his eyes lit up at the notion, but she just smiled and politely said, “you’re definitely way older than me, though, but still!”

and he was backed to being in a slouched, sullen figure on the couch. laughter erupted at robin’s teasing remark, nami pushing her shoulder gently at her comment, but there was no actual hatred or protectiveness behind it.

“but after i graduated, i applied to the local museum and i’ve been working there since,” robin finished after calming herself down from her laughing fit, “it’s been really fun, it’s something i’m passionate about so i’m really happy right now,”

“then i’m glad too! that’s great to hear,” [name] said, quickly recovering from his previus sadness. he looked at the silent green haired male, goading him into telling something about himself.

“i’m still in school, but right now i work at the auto shop,” he said gruffly, taking a swig of his beer, “it’s been stressful, man, but there’s nothing i can do about it but keep getting through the days,”

[name] nodded in understanding, “hopefully with time, you’ll reap the rewards you deserve. you got it! even if the days get harder and harder, you seem like you have a strong fighting spirit!”

vivi checked off a box on her list (”doesn’t assume we’re all charity cases — not just throwing his cash at us”). the previous grandiose action with the liquor was different. if, right now, [name] said something along the lines of, “well, if you need any help wink wink, i’ll be sure to help wink wink” alluding to helping financially with their “problems” then that would’ve garnered a warning to nami.

because something like that insinuates: [name] is so full of himself and his wealth that he thinks that throwing money at problems solves them automatically.

besides, if he even tried offering such a thing to zoro — of all people — he would’ve been embarassedly shot down as the man hates it when his close friends even attempt giving him some outside help. he’s stubborn and likes to handle things by himself. so, unknowingly, [name]’s response had made zoro favor him even more (the bottle of whiskey was really cool, to zoro).

as [name] caught up with and learned more about nami’s friends, sanji and luffy finally joined them on the giant sofa with more food. seeing that sanji had finally come back, [name] reached into the paper bag and pulled out the container of baked cookies.

“and to add onto all of our treats,” he said, presenting the goods to everyone with a sheepish smile, “i know i should have asked more about your preferences, but i thought chocolate chip cookies were pretty universal…or i hope they are,”

sensing how stressed and anxious he was, nami ran her hand up and down his back to calm him down. he turned his head towards her with a thankful look in his eyes, squeezing her knee gently before looking back to the rest of the group.

sanji looked unimpressed, but vivi was grinning ear to ear, “don’t worry, [name], we all enjoy chocolate chip cookies!”

“i love them!” chopper cried out, already snatching one off of the platter.

“food is food!!!” luffy cheered, almost crashing into the table with how eager he was to get one in his mouth.

nami already was chewing on one before she looked back at zoro, “hey, where’s usopp, by the way? he told me he’s be coming,”

“he’s only running late because he’s helping kaya out with something at her place. he should come any minute, though, because he said he’d only be like thrity minutes late.”

she hummed in thought before shrugging and turning back to the rest of the group. what she saw was chopper and luffy completely suffocating her boyfriend as crocodile tears ran down their faces. in the corner, sanji was sulking and crying to his heart’s content as he too was nibbling on his own cookie.

“[name], they’re so good!!! how’d you do it!?!” luffy and chopper cried in unison, shaking him back and forth with their mouths full of chocolate chip cookies.

“they’re so yummy!” chopper added in.

“how the fuck is this bastard so perfect,” sanji scowled in his corner, finishing the last bits of his cookie.

meanwhile nami was angrily smacking luffy and chopper off of [name] with a pillow, “you’re suffocating him! hello?!”

“but he hasn’t answered our question yet!”

“he can’t answer if you’re suffocating him, luffy! be serious!”

“wait?! suffocating? someone get the doctor!! oh…wait!!!” chopper panicked, pushing luffy off of [name] and repeatedly smacking the man’s chest to get a reaction out of him, “oh no! is he dead?! i’ve failed!”

“i’m not dead, just really out of breath,” [name] replied as fast as he could, resting his open hand over his stomach. “thanks, chopper,”

“how about a thanks from me who just saved your life?” nami pointed out, looking at [name] with her arms crossed over her chest.

“thank you, my love, you’re my true lifesaver,” [name] smoothly complimented, getting up and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. she blushed at the action, smacking him on the chest to quit the pda due to how embarassing it was that all of her friends were watching.

“well, now that we have all the snacks, why don’t we put a movie on or something? i vote a scary one so that usopp can get scared when he comes in,” vivi grinned mischeviously, getting agreement from everyone except for chopper, who just grabbed a pillow to hide behind.

they turned off the lights and got comfortable. [name] took his place at the edge of the couch with nami to his right. he had his arm around her shoulder as she cuddled up into his side. her legs rested on top of his lap, his other arm securely holding them in place so that they wouldn’t fall.

“have you seen this movie already?” he asked her in a whisper, not wanting to ruin the experience for the others that were watching.

”no, is it really scary?” she asked, looking up at him as he smiled down at her.

“no, no, it’s not, you’ll be fine,” he assured her, grin only widening. for nami, she saw that as a sign of comfort, gently pecked him on the lips, and cuddled into him further to get comfortable. but really, he was grinning in mischief because he had already seen the movie and it was pretty terrifying.

but he just held her closer and didn’t bother telling her that. if it meant she would continue pressing herself into his side, he’d take all the skinship he could get.

as the movie continued on playing, [name] laughed to himself at all the familiar jumpscares, letting nami gradually come closer and closer as she was getting more and more scared. by the climax of the movie, she was sitting on his lap and cowering behind the giant blanket.

“[name],” she whined, finding his amusement in the situation annoying in comparison to how afraid she was. [name] pressed a kiss to her forehead as response, the smile on his face not faltering for even a second.

and just when there was about to be a big jumpscare, the front door was slammed open in time with the movie and made everyone in the room shout in surprise and fear. chopper threw the popcorn he was holding into the air, sanji and zoro immediately jumped into action to fight whoever was there, robin and vivi held onto each other, luffy fell onto the ground in shock (and because everyone else jumped up off of the couch), while nami jumped into [name]’s arms whilst he just stared at the front door in shock.

the figure that slammed the door open, in turn, screamed because everyone else screamed and also because of the visuals on the screen.

“what the fuck guys!?” usopp shouted, covering his eyes as he saw the horrific image of the movie staring back at him. “why the fuck are you guys watching this when it’s pitch black outside?!”

“why the fuck are you slamming the door open in the dead of night?! are you an idiot?!” nami shouted, chest heaving due to the adrenaline rush she just got. when she saw that it was just her other best friend, she felt pissed off that her heart was racing this fast just because of him. and not an actual threat.

“don’t shout at me, i’m the victim here!!”

“you’re not the victim, asshole!” sanji and zoro shouted at the same time, huffing as they fell back onto the couch with pissed off looks on their faces.

everyone was just pissed off at usopp.

[name] awkwardly cleared his throat, tapping nami’s thigh to signal her to get up, “since that was the end of the movie anyway, i’m gonna use the bathroom,” nami nodded in understanding, giving him quick directions on how to get there.

“ah, let me go with you,” usopp said, hopping back and forth between his feet (it was his pee dance).

“didn’t you just come from kaya’s? why didn’t you piss there?” zoro asked, looking at usopp with an unimpressed look on his face.

“you can’t pee at your girlfriend’s house, that’s weird…” usopp said, shooting zoro an incredulous look, “hey, man, you really can’t do that. so when you get yourself a girl, please remember that,”

the group broke out into laughter at usopp’s joke, slapping zoro on the back as he only glared back.

so usopp and [name] went upstairs, introducing themselves, “nice to meet you, usopp. that was a really funny entrance you had back there,” [name] laughed, making usopp bashfully scratch the back of his head.

“yeah, that’s me. the jokester of the group,” usopp said sticking his hand out. [name] shook his hand without wasting a second, introducing himself by name as well.

“so you and nami are serious, huh?” usopp teased, nudging [name] with his elbow, “you finally asked her to be your girlfriend, woohoo!”

“well, it was kinda more like her asking me, to be honest. but i’m really glad that we did make it official, yeah,” [name] said, an embarassed look on his face, “she’s really great, i’m glad that we’re dating now,”

usopp smiled at the genuine look on [name]’s face, slapping him on the back, “are you sure you’ll be able to keep up with her though, old man?” he teased, enjoying the way the comment obviously got to him. “i’m just teasing~”

“well, i will be trying my best to keep up with her and i’m very confident in us,” [name] said, trying to ignore the stab to his heart.

“hm, well in the meantime, take a piss, man,” usopp said, pointing to the bathroom, “and do me a favor, please make sure there’s no demon behind the shower curtain…”

[name] gave him a thumbs up before walking in and locking the door. after finishing his business and washing his hands, he did actually check behind the shower curtain and purposefully left it open so that usopp could see there were no monsters. he smiled softly as he dried his hands on a nearby hand towel, walking out to see usopp eagerly waiting.

“no monsters,” he confirmed before stepping aside.

“thanks, man,” usopp said, “oh! and you can go ahead downstairs and tell them to put on something that’s not scary!”

[name] chuckled at the way usopp slammed the door shut, making his way back downstairs.

“usopp said to put something not scary on,” he announced to the group as he settled back onto the couch.

nami took her place beside him, hugging his arm as she scowled, “that asshole, we might as well put on the scariest thing, turn off the lights, hide somewhere he won’t see us, and then scare him when he comes downstairs.”

“i was just about to say that,” robin said, taking another cookie to eat.

“well, i think we should not do that for the sake of usopp’s heart,” vivi said with a deadpan look on her face. just as she finished speaking, her phone pinged and she checked the notification quickly. she read it quickly, spared [name] one look, and then went back to directing how the rest of the night would go.

“that was weird,” nami said under her breath, catching the small action and looking in between her best friend and [name]. the man, however, was oblivious to anything and was too immersed in the conversation of what movie they would watch next.

soon, usopp joined them downstairs and jumped right in between chopper and luffy.

“hold on, before you guys start, me and vivi are gonna pop some more popcorn,” nami said, getting out from her comfortable spot next to [name] and grabbed her friend.

the moment they were in the kitchen, nami had dug the phone out of vivi’s pocket and was snooping through her recent texts. vivi, who was very blindsided to nami’s swift movement, could only blink and stare at nothingness.

“are you two serious?!” nami whisper shouted, looking at the texts vivi and usopp shared. this made the other woman snap out of it, looking at the referenced texts. “you guys actually made a list?”

“whattt? no, we did nottt!” vivi lied, very terribly so. seeing the unimpressed and genuinely pissed off look on nami’s face, she straightened up and held onto her hands to calm her anger, “i know it sounds really bad, nami, but we’re just joking around…for the most part,”

“then why did usopp have to text you, “he washes his hands after using the bathroom — check” vivi, this is not normal behavior,”

vivi sighed, knowing that it looked very weird and creepy, but she was determined to make nami see it from their point of view, “we’re just concerned, i guess?” nami rolled her eyes and groaned, but vivi squeezed her shoulders to get her to listen, “he’s so much older, plus the way you guys met, we just wanted to make sure it was all…real,”

“you guys are unbeleviable, what do you mean “real”?”

“no, that wasn’t the right word, i’m sorry. not real — just that he was serious about you two. he’s so much older and stuff and you really like him, we all know how much you do,” cue nami rolling her eyes again, “and not to say that he doesn’t like you back jsut as much because he definitely does, it was really obvious tonight, we are just really rooting for you two to work and we wanted to kinda reassure ourselves that it would…we really care about you, nami. and i’m serious when i say it was like 90% just for fun.”

nami sighed, handing vivi her phone back, “what you’re saying really doesn’t make any sense, i hope you know that. you’re excited for our relationship, so you made a checklist of everything he does?” the two were silent as nami tried collecting her thoughts. with a finger pinching the bridge of her nose, she spoke through clenched teeth, “but! i’ll just sweep it aside because i know for a fact that you really are supportive of us. you’ve proved that before this whole silly joke of yours, but still! quit it now! don’t worry about silly shit like that.”

“it wasn’t silly, we were looking out for real, genuine red flags, too, y’know?” a single glare from nami made vivi shut up with a slight pout.

“like what?”

”…if he washed his hands after he peed…?”

“why on earth would i date a guy that didn’t wash his hands after peeing?”

“…you’re right.”

the two did end up popping more popcorn, not wanting to turn back up empty handed, but nami hogged it all for herself and [name]. the feeling of luffy staring dead into [name]’s soul began making the targetted man feel pressured to share, but nami cut him off before he could even try.

”ignore the rabid animal, [name],” nami fed him another piece, unbothered by luffy’s eyes watching them.

“but-”

“don’t worry about him, he’ll find something else to eat,”

“are you sur-”

“positive~” nami said in a sing song tone, eyes completely focused on the movie that was beginning to play.

by the end of the night, they were able to get through 3 movies before everyone felt too tired to watch any more.

“do any of you need a ride home?” [name] offered, holding a sleeping nami in his arms. he carried her with his hands looped underneath her thighs as she hugged both his neck and waist with her arms and legs, respectively. her head was buried into his neck, the suit jacket [name] was wearing earlier was now draped over her shoulders to keep her warm.

everyone but luffy, usopp, and chopper (the two other boys were sleeping over) needed a ride home. they all rejected his offer, wishing him a good night (sanji’s sounded more heartbroken than the others, though).

he carefully put nami in the passenger side, putting her seatbelt on and then gentle closing the door. he got into his driver’s side, using the same gentleness in closing his own and then checking to make sure that she was still sleeping.

he breathed a sigh of relief and grinned when he saw that she was, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“ya missed,” she spoke suddenly, almost making [name] jump in his seat at the surprise of her voice. plus the fact they just watched a couple of horror movies made him more on edge, a teensy bit. but he regained his composure and went back to properly kiss her on the lips. it was a gentle, soft kiss, but it left them both with smiles on their faces.

“sleep, princess, we got a pretty long drive home,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to make her wake up from her sleepy daze. he gently patted her knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth on her skin, trying to goad her into sleeping.

and she was just about to, but she said one last thing before letting the rest of the car ride continue in silence.

”you’re the best boyfriend, [name],”

his heartbeat picked up at the simple comment, gently bringing them to a stop at the red light, “you’re the best girlfriend, nami.”

“no, you’re really thee best,” she yawned, turning around in the comfortable seat so that was facing the window instead of him.

just when he thought she was really asleep, she said one more thing before knocking out, “even if you didn’t check all the boxes on the list…”

“…”

waiting for her to continue and give him more context, he, unfortuantely, was left with nothing else to work with.

“haha, what do you mean by that, baby?” … “babe?” … “nami, what did you mean by that?”

#≡;- ꒰ ° sugar daddy series ꒱#nami x male reader #nami male reader #one piece nami male reader #one piece male reader #nami x sugar daddy male reader #nami x sugar daddy reader #nami reader #nami x reader #one piece x male reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagines #one piece one shot #male reader imagines #male reader #x male reader

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thewayuarent · 6 months

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I can’t believe I was so wrong about my boy Sand

He wants to be a sugar baby

He just doesn’t want to be Ray’s dad sugar baby

I’m so proud of him for this moment you don’t understand

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #sandray #he was so hot for that #my sugar baby and his daddy agenda is so back #also they finally clarified their relationship status nice #yes I know what happens next I don’t care I’m proud

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25shadesoffebruary · 9 months

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Do I need to pamper you and call you Sugar Daddy?

#only friends #only friends the series #sanray #raysan #firstkhao #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #thai bl #bl series #asianlgbtqdramas #asian lgbtq dramas #25shadesedit #call him sugar daddy HELLO????

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blmpff · 3 months

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Meet The Family:

#and here's what you missed on glee lol #Jason is only 3 years older than Aob though? Is that enough to be a Sugar Daddy #playboyy the series #aob #daddy lee #jason lee #prom #porsche #favorite scenes #episode 11 #blmpff

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jayflrt · 3 months

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the mc for my new smau is gonna be the most y/n ass y/n i've ever y/n'd because she's gonna be dating sunghoon + endgame with jay (obv) + pined over Hard by another enha member

#series: yours forever in 786 #asgts and sugar daddy mc were feared by everyone except heeseung

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sunlightmurdock · 9 months

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Sugar Daddy Jake taking you on his boat as a lil weekend getaway from life’s stresses..

Now, it’s important to note that this trip will be good for both of you. Jake keeps saying this. You need a break from life and Jake needs to see you laying naked in the sun. Which, is how you end up on his yacht in the south of France.

The boat isn’t chartered, Jake grew up around boats and knows exactly what he’s doing, so it’s just the two of you, far enough out from land that you can do whatever you want.

You were pleased to find that, as always, Jake has thought ten steps ahead of you when planning this trip. New clothes, although he hopes you won’t be needing them much, books, wine, food, movies. He has thought of everything that there is to think of.

Laying on the daybed, lounging on your stomach with your eyes closed and your cheek resting against the back of your palm, you’re well aware of Jake’s eyes on you. It’s late afternoon, when it’s just starting to cool down, and you’re planning on working up a bit of an appetite before dinner.

Jake’s sipping at his old fashioned with a book open, and poised ready to read, but abandoned for the past few minutes. You part your legs just a little, and he lets go of the book all together. From where he’s sitting, his got the perfect view of your naked core and that perfect ass.

His mouth goes dry as your hand moves from your side, you lift your hips just slightly and trail it along your middle, letting your middle finger find your clit. He takes a quick drink, then stands up. In the three short strides it takes him to reach you, you’ve worked yourself up enough to hit him with the sweetest little moan that has him flipping you onto your back like you’re featherlight to him.

“Mmm,” You sigh happily, blinking up at him through the afternoon sun, letting your fingers trail along your stomach, back down between your legs. His eyes follow the path they take, burning. “Hi, Jake.”

He wets his lip with his tongue as you roll your hips against your own fingers, starting to work yourself closer.

“Gettin’ started without me, sweetheart?” Jake asks you, resting his hands on your parted knees as he watches you touch yourself. You’re both aware of the straining tent in his swim shorts.

You shake your head sweetly up at him, using your free hand to grab at your breast, kneading the flesh, letting yourself moan once again. “Getting myself ready for you. Couldn’t wait any longer.”

Jake’s adam’s apple bobs as you sink two fingers into yourself at once, pulling them back coated and glistening, pressing them back in once again.

“It’s only been a couple of hours.” Jake reasons with you, palming a hand over his painfully hard cock without pulling it from his shorts.

“Too long.” You decide, squirming softly as you bring yourself closer and closer to your high. “I want you to fuck me every time you see me this trip.”

Jake’s lips quirk as he lets out a soft chuckle, planting one knee onto the wide daybed and leaning down between your knees, “Is that right?”

You whimper softly as he takes your wrist and removes your hand from between your legs, filling you with two of his own fingers instead. Jake watches your back arch as he curls them into you, wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Yeah,” You tell him, panting, squeezing your tits in your hands. “Can’t ever get enough of you. I need you all the time. I want you so bad, Daddy, please.”

Jake hums against your clit and makes you gasp, his fingers curling expertly in a way that makes your orgasm hit you all at once. You jolt against him, your moans filling his ears as he guides you through the high.

You moan against the fabric cushion as he turns you back onto your front and lifts your hips. You don’t even feel him take off his shorts, too dazed from your orgasm, before he’s lining his cock up at your core.

Jake loves to look at you. He watches, hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he guides it through your excitement, soaking the tip.

“I want you too, darlin’,” He hums, grabbing your ass with both hands and letting the soaked tip of his cock run between your cheeks. He leans down and kisses your shoulder softly. “All of you, all the time. I’ll fuck you every time you look at me, I swear, but tomorrow you’re letting me fuck this tight little ass.”

You whimper softly at the thought of how big he had felt stretching you out the first time, and how big he’ll feel again — but push back eagerly against him.

“Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, please, daddy.” You pant out.

You squeak as he sinks his length into your core, not stopping until his hips are flush against your backside. You revel in the groan of relief he lets out once he’s buried into you. Jake squeezes at your ass, starting to rock his hips slowly in and out. You’re a moaning mess immediately, trying to push back against him for more.

Jake grabs your arms and sits you up so that you’re resting against his thighs, still full of him, your back pressed to his chest. He turns his face into your neck, nipping at your already marked up skin, his hands coming around to grab at your tits.

You blink for a moment, facing forwards and seeing nothing but blue ocean, sun reflecting for miles. Feeling nothing but Jake’s breath on your neck, and his cock buried as deep as it can go. Your head spins, thinking of just how lucky you are.

#… do I make a sugar daddy jake series like my firefighter Bradley series??#bc I really want to make a sugar daddy jake blurb series #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #thots week!

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harrywavycurly · 20 days

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What You Deserve Part 2: Dave

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @daisy-munson

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this first glimpse at Eddie, I will say he is different than any other Eddie I’ve written and hopefully y’all like it! Also who doesn’t love a man that just goes along with whatever you’re saying just so you don’t feel weird?✨

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Chapters: 1/12 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Big (KinnPorsche: The Series), Tae Taechin Lerttravinont, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun, Korn Theerapanyakun, Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Sugar Baby Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Canon-Typical Violence, Slower burn kinda, but make no mistake team there is lots of sex, Emotional Slow Burn, they take a while to figure out their shit your honor, Background Relationships, background Kim/Chay, Yakuza, Explicit Language, Possessive Behavior, Explicit Sexual Content, Power Dynamics, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Switching, Kinn's cannon big dick, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, They both get off on this dynamic real hard, Coming Untouched, Voyeuristic tendencies cause it's these two, Semi-Public Sex, Jewelry, Lingerie, Putting Porsche in a corset cause I can, I know it doesn't seem like it from the tags but there is definitely plot here Summary:

Porsche is what he considers a professional. He’s been sugaring full-time for two years now, and not much shakes him anymore. Enter one Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul, Bangkok’s very own mafia prince. He’s filthy rich, handsome, and dangerous. Porsche knows he should stay away, but life is never so simple.

It all starts with a glass of whiskey.

Dropping some new fic for you all to enjoy! Thank you @fairhairedkings for the beta on this fic and @luckydragon10 and @martynaxao3 for being early readers and keeping me sane as I wrote out the bulk of this fic.

#my fic #sugar daddy AU #beautiful and dirty rich #sugar daddy kinn #sugar baby porsche #kinnporsche #I've been waiting to share this since august and it has killed me team #I really just needed a Porsche is a confident sugar baby fic and so I wrote it #this is fabulously self indulgent but I hope y'all like it too #kinnporsche fanfic #kinnporsche the series #kinn theerapanyakul #kinn x porsche #porsche kittisawasd

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patchoulimademoiselle · 4 months

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Rule #1 (Part 7) Angst.

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert.

Warnings: Burglary, Angst, Fluff, Unprotected sex, NSFW 18+, daddy kink, slight alcoholism, the big fat L word (DONT yell at me).

Word Count: 4k

Notes: Listen, I know this took forever and I am so so so so so sorry. Don't hate me?

(Chapter 7 of the Guns n Glitter series.)

You’re jolted awake, Tony’s hands on your shoulders. He’s standing somewhere to the right of you, the room dark and cold as you bolt awake. You can’t see anything yet, just the outline of his body hovering over you. It scares you, like a nightmare come to life.

“Babe, you need to get up.” His voice is hoarse, desperate almost, and it scares you even more.

“What?” Your instinct is to cling to him, grabbing his arm as you pull yourself to sit up. “Tony, what?”

He takes a deep breath, “I need you to be quiet, we need to leave. There is an intruder in the penthouse.” His words make your stomach drop, your mouth goes dry. “I disabled JARVIS in the house, but I have him on my watch, we have to be quiet if we’re going to get out of here.”

His words go in one ear and out the other, eyes darting across his face as it starts to come into focus. He looks scared. He’s panicking, you have never seen him like this before, and it’s scaring you.

“Y/n, baby, we don’t have time for this.” There is no kindness in his tone, he needs you to snap out of it. “We need to leave. Now. You have to be quiet, do you understand?”

All you can do is nod before he’s pulling you up out of the bed, guiding you towards the bathroom. He doesn’t turn the light on, your hip bone connects with the sink, the only sound that escapes you is a gasp for air.

He grabs your clothes from yesterday off the floor, a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. “Put this on, quickly.”

Your hands tremble, grabbing at the clothes, doing your best to put them on in the dark. The only light in the room comes from his watch, illuminating his face slightly. There’s a map projecting from the screen, you can only imagine it to be the floor plan of the penthouse. “Can you see them?”

The first words you’ve spoken, he looks at you through the hologram, his eyes are dark, blank. You don’t recognize the man standing in front of you. “Yes. I can sneak us out without them knowing if you’re quiet.” Is all he says, looking down to watch you dress, your hands struggling in your panic.

You’re afraid, he can see that now, his harshness dropping at the sight of you. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He grabs at your leggings, holding them out for you to step in, grabbing his arms for support. “But I have to get you out of here, the longer we sit here the smaller our chances of getting out without-“

The sound of glass shattering, too far away to be outside the door, but too close for his liking. “We need to go. Don’t let go of me, don’t make a sound.”

Your leggings snap against your hips as he pulls them up, harshly, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bathroom. In your rush to get dressed, you forgot to grab shoes, bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. You can’t see anything, facing his back as he walks towards the bedroom door, turning the knob slowly, light filling the room as he pulls the door open.

You hold your breath, one second passes, two, he pokes his head out, three, then he’s pulling you behind him as he rushes out of the room.

You can see the light from his watch and nothing else as you walk through the lounge, the entire floor is dark, you can hear faint conversation in the distance, it sounds like its coming from kitchen, the opposite direction of where you’re headed.

You wonder how they got in, how they got passed JARVIS’s security systems, how they got inside without Tony knowing.

You gasp, a sharp pain shooting through your foot, Tony freezes, his grip on your arm tightening. He turns to look at you, watching as you step back. It’s then that he realizes that you’re barefoot, that there is glass shattered across the floor.

That dark look returns to his face, he grabs you and picks you up, turning to run towards what you realize is the back elevator.

You didn’t think you were that loud, but the sound of rushing footsteps tell you otherwise, your heart beating in your ears as Tony bangs on the elevator button, a useless attempt at getting it to open faster.

Just as it does, you see a flashlight, two dark figures running at a full sprint towards you, and you brace yourself for the inevitable.

But nothing ever happens, Tony rushes into the elevator, dropping you against the wall and bracing you against it, the door slides closed and the elevator starts to go down.

His breathing is so heavy in your ear, the panic you feel inside is audibly taking over him, his flight or fight taking over as he sandwiches you against the elevator wall. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice almost failing him.

And as if you both just remember, he pushes back, looking down to your foot. He kneels, his face blank as he grabs you by the ankle, his hand so contrastingly warm to the cold floor you stand on. He props your foot up on his knee, tilting his head to look at the bottom of it. “You’re bleeding. There should be paramedics downstairs.”

You have so many questions, so many things you want to say, but words fail you. The only thing you know is that he got you out. Your Ironman, your superhero.

A tear falls, rolls right off your cheek and onto your foot, catching his attention immediately.

“Oh, no no. Don’t cry. You’re okay.”

He looks up at you, shaking his head, cooing at you as if you were a child. “I don’t know what we’re going to walk into out there. I need you to be strong for me, just until we get you checked out. Okay?”

This didn’t feel right, the peaceful weekend away has turned into a nightmare, and he’s acting like nothing is happening, like he’s used to this, like he has seen this before, seen worse. He is comfortable here, in this panic state, it dawns on you then, that this is nothing compared to what he has actually been through. This night could have been so much worse.

“Okay, but can you hold me, please?” You hate how scared you sound, and you can see the way your voice tugs at him, frowning as he stands to embrace you.

It takes everything in you not to break down and cry, the man holding you has saved you, he has given you everything you know in life, he has faced darkness and hardship that he would never let you discover. Your protector.

The elevator stops, he scoops you up into his arms as the doors open, and the scene that unfolds before you is like a movie. An ambulance, police rushing towards you, EMT’s taking you from his arms as a team of SWAT officers crowd the elevator. It’s loud, cameras flashing as paparazzi crowd the scene.

But Tony is there, watching as you are placed inside of an ambulance, eyes darting to watch your surroundings.

Emergency responders work quickly to check you over, finding the cut on the bottom of your foot. They clean it, the sting of alcohol making you flinch, catching Tony’s attention once again. They bandage your foot, checking that you can walk, that you aren’t concussed before letting Tony take you away from the scene.

He carries you around the side of the building, police creating a barrier between you and the crowd of bystanders. It’s too much, too loud, too bright, the adrenaline from the incident is wearing off. Your tiredness returns as you reach the valet, and it isn’t until he helps you inside of the car, the door closing leaving you alone for a moment, that you take a deep breath, all your emotions flooding you.

And it’s like he can sense it, settling into the drivers seat and offering you his arm to grab. It is all he can do right now, putting the car into drive, and racing down the street. You cling to him, silent tears falling when you reach the airport, letting go for only a moment as he gets out and walks to your side of the car, opening your door and picking you up to carry you onto the jet.

You have never felt like this before, needing him this way. Feeling too scared and helpless, then so safe and secure in his arms. It awakens something in you, a warmth, a tingle in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to throw up.

You realize in this moment- face stained with tears, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you up the stairs onto the jet, into the bedroom, lights so dim that you barely notice the difference when he turns them off after setting you down on the bed -that you think you feel something for him.

He strips, pushing you back to lay down against the cool sheets, pulling your clothes from you as well. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just lets you curl yourself against him under the sheets. You lay in silence as the jet engine starts, as the jet starts to move and takes flight.

It isn’t until he can feel that you are calmer that he finally speaks, your heart rate slow, your tears have stopped, and your grip on him is a loving embrace, no longer clinging to him for safety.

“This will never happen again.” He says, his voice cold against your hair. “It shouldn’t have happened, I don’t know how it happened, but this will never happen to you again.”

You can feel it in your chest, he means it. But you don’t know what to say, you just hold him closer, listening to the sound of his breathing. He kisses your head, over and over, telling you that you are safe.

You fall asleep that way, safe in his arms, eyes puffy and exhausted from crying. You sleep through the entire flight, not knowing that Tony couldn’t find it in himself to close his eyes.

He couldn’t let himself rest, his mind racing with everything he was going to do to make sure he kept you safe from this day forward. Because it wasn’t just you who was afraid, it wasn’t just you who felt a pain in your chest at the thought of what had happened tonight.

He thought he was going to lose you, he thought that he was going to fail you. You, out of all the people he has protected, all the people he has risked his life for. You were the one he almost let down.

And as you slept in his arms, he whispered a promise into your ear that he would never let you down again, placed soft kisses to your face, as if doing so would erase this event from your mind.

He was careless, cocky, inviting you into a life you knew nothing about, risking your life in the process. He was torn between letting you go to your own home and bringing you back to his. Where you would feel safest, where he would feel safest leaving you.

He beats himself up over it, seeing himself as a cancer, spreading and ruining every good thing around him. He can’t let it happen to you to. He can’t let himself ruin you.

The jet starts to descend, it’s been hours that he has watched you sleep, making sure you’re okay. He feels so guilty, knowing that you will be scared for life. The anxiety of the press, the fear of intruders in her home, her being an innocent bystander in this life he has exposed to her.

You stir in his arms, feeling him there beside you wakes you up in a panic, a reminder of what you just escaped from, a dull throbbing in your foot as you gain consciousness again. You only slept for a few hours, the jet landing jolting you awake. When you turn, Tony is looking down at you, eyes red and tired.

You realize he didn’t sleep at all, watching over you instead.

“Tony-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, “I’m fine. I wanted to make sure you got some sleep.”

And there it is again, that pain in your chest, that tug. But you say nothing, letting him kiss you, again and again. Because tonight could have ended differently, and this moment feels so sacred, a favor from the universe.

“Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “For protecting me.”

He scoffs, “Did you think I wouldn’t?” His attempt to lighten the mood works, only a little. “I will never let anything happen to you as long as I am alive.”

It is more than a promise, a guarantee, and the severity behind it comforts you, but scares you.

He feels guilty that this happened, feels responsible, and you can see now why he has been so different to you during this entire thing. But again, you say nothing, following his lead as he gets up, putting his clothes back on. This isn’t the time or the place.

You just want to go home.

Another question sitting on your lips as he turns the lights on for you to see, eyes locking for a second. “I’m taking you to my place. I don’t want you to be alone for a while.”

A while is very vague, but in this moment, you don’t question it. How could you? You get up, careful to only apply pressure to the heel of your foot as you get dressed. You feel pampered as he picks you up and carries you off the jet, placing you in the passenger seat of that hot rod car you love so much.

You feel safe, as if you can just wash your hands of what happened and be done with it. But you can see it on his face, the obsession he has developed with how to undo what has happened.

You wait until he settles, his posture relaxed as he drives, music playing softly. You sit up in your seat, leaning over the console to wrap your arms around his neck, placing a wet kiss to his cheek. He smiles, only briefly, as if he were distracted.

“Trapped in your mind palace?” You can’t help but tease, earning another small smile from him.

“I’m afraid I will be for a while.” He admits to you, leaning into your embrace.

“You protected me, we’re okay.” You point out. “I feel much better after sleeping.”

He sighs, “It’s more to it than that, baby.” He says, “It shouldn’t have happened, it’s my job to keep you safe. Always.”

“I am safe.”

“Let me do my job as your man.” His tone is final, dominant, something you’ve only seen come from him in a sexual way. But never like this, never so possessive in a deeper way. But he doesn’t give you time to think about it. “Seeing you like that-“ All he can do is shake his head, and it tugs at your heart.

“But stressing over it doesn’t help me.” You say, trying a different approach. “I want you to be present, I want you to kiss me and comfort me.” A soft smile playing at your lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’re scared of losing me.”

Because as fucked up as it is, that’s what you need. You need him to just hold you, touch you, make you feel okay. You don’t like this version of him, you don’t like him stuck in his head and plotting to destroy the world because you got hurt.

You want him to love on you, to distract you and become lost in you.

He can’t help but laugh, glancing over at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “You’re something else.” You kiss him again. “I will, but I need to make sure you’re okay first.”

And for some reason this response feels better than what you wanted. Its softer, kinder, attentive. A side of him that you don’t see as often as you would like.

You settle back into your seat, reaching to hold his hand instead while he drives you to his house. Everything you brought with you was left behind in your rush to leave, but one night in one of his t-shirts won’t kill you, and something tells you that you won’t have it on for very long anyways.

JARVIS is quick to greet you when the car enters the garage, “My apologies for tonight’s events, Y/n. I was partially disabled during the intrusion, I’m glad to see you are alright.”

You look to Tony, who lets out a huff as he lifts you from the passenger seat. “They hacked JARVIS. This wasn’t a regular break in. Some college wanna be’s can’t just hack my building, no offense,” He kisses your temple as he carries you into the house. “This was backed by someone with resources.”

That scares you a little. You know he has enemies, but you also know he has the best tech to exist to mankind. Or at least he thought, up until tonight. Whoever did this isn’t a group of dumbass robbers looking for a come up. These people were trained, with advanced tech, and an agenda.

“But that’s for me to figure out later.” His shoes squeak as he turns towards the kitchen, sitting you down on the counter. “Right now I have an injured princess who needs pampering.”

The way he says it makes you smile, as if he’s teasing you about it, but you know he wouldn’t let you walk on that foot even if you asked. “A glass of wine before bed?”

“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He opens the fridge to pull out a bottle for you, something sweet and strong and pink, popping the cork and handing it to you. You don’t need a glass, not tonight. You feel better, your head feels lighter, your body weightless as you sip from the mouth of the bottle, sweet liquid spilling from one corner of your mouth.

You don’t wipe it, watching as his eyes trail it, then lift to your lips, pouty and wet with wine. He kisses you. Softly, slowly, stealing the breath from your lungs, lifting you to push yourself against him. It’s sweet, sensual, exactly what you needed.

But he pulls away, quickly, plucking the bottle from your hand to take a sip for himself. Then his eyes turn a little serious.

“I need you to hear me out before you say no.” He starts, trying to pitch it to you. “This is kind of serious, and as tempting as you look right now, I won’t be able to focus on anything until I get this out.”

Your attempts to relax him and distract him are failing, so you yield, shrinking back as you watch him take a deep breath.

“I don’t want you living in that apartment alone anymore after tonight.” It comes out fast, “The media knows your face, and after what happened tonight it’s not safe for you to be on your own.”

“Tony, they aren’t after me-“

“They weren’t this time. They probably didn’t know you were even with me.” He says, “But now they do. This isn’t a traditional arrangement, but its something, and I’m willing to bet every penny I have that whoever this is would try to exploit it if given the chance.”

He has a good point, it pisses you off.

“It’s just until this blows over, until I can figure out how to get this under wraps.” He runs a hand through his hair, “You’re going to be all over the media for a while, and I don’t know how else to keep you safe.”

“I can’t just stay here,” You huff, “I have class.”

“Like I’m too old to know that zoom exists,” He squints at you, mockingly. “I’m not doing this to punish you I’m trying to protect you. I don’t know what this is, and I can’t let you get hurt again because of me.”

Hearing him say that kills all protest from you. You can only nod, letting him kiss your forehead as he passes the wine bottle back to you.

You take a few deep swigs from it, wishing it were stronger. Wishing it would wipe your mind, and his.

But this is the reality of who he is, there is no running from that. He is an Avenger, a targeted man. A man who puts his life on the line for the fate of the universe, how could you expect him not to do this for you?

“Fine.” It comes out like a whine, bringing a smile back to his face. “Will you take me to bed now?”

Will you fuck me now? Its on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t have to say it. He knows you, inside and out. He knows how to take your worries away, how to put you at ease, how to release your stress and help you relax. He knows how to make you feel wanted. Loved. Safe. Protected.

Loved.

That tug in your chest, that pit in your stomach.

It hits you finally- when he lays you down in his bed for what feels like the millionth time, when he kisses you so softly, so deeply. When he fucks you into the mattress, his hands holding you tightly against him, moaning in your ear, promising you the world -you love him.

You close your eyes, embracing the feeling of it, the pulsing in your ears, the warmth that spreads through you.

You love him.

It scares you, but It feels right. In this moment, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, hands lost in his hair as you kiss him with everything you have, moaning with every thrust he makes inside of you.

It feels so right. So you say it, against your better judgement, against everything you two talked about and agreed on.

“I love you,” Slips from your lips, and the words are swallowed with a kiss in response.

A passion you’ve never known from him before, as if he were trying to claim you, as if he were trying to make your words exist in a physical way. It makes you want to cry, the emotion becoming so overwhelming as he fucks you, bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

It feels so unreal, so perfect, the way he moans into your mouth, a steady rhythm making you bounce against the mattress with every thrust.

He pulls back for a moment, letting you breathe, letting you look him in the eyes when he finally says, “I love you more.”

Your orgasm rips through you, the overstimulation pulling a moan from you that has you digging your nails into his arms, your pussy clenches around him as you struggle through it. He leans down to hold you, keeping his pace and fucking you through it, “Good girl,” he coos in your ear, his teeth grit with restraint, helping you through it, “That’s what you needed?” He kisses your ear, and you can feel yourself squeezing around him. “I love you, pretty girl.”

You moan, feeling him pick up a new rhythm. You can’t help yourself, biting into his shoulder, edging him on. You feel him twitch inside of you, a loud gasp muffled into your hair as he finally lets himself come inside you, and you embrace the feeling of him coming undone in your arms.

Both panting for air, the reality of what just happened starts to set in, and a slight panic overcomes you.

You just broke sugar baby rule number one.

Never fall in love.

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sanjisboyfie · 5 months

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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

requested by: @benitobissexual absolute king ty for this beautiful prompt yumZ 🫰🏼

-> nami x sugar daddy male reader

-> silent pining. like theyre so downbad for each other , i feel like i made them so annoying and lowkey...pathetic ooooooopsssssss ubt all forgiven since theyre cuties at the end guys // i probably will publish the [part 2 - nsfw] later in the day <3

there was an odd domesticity that lived in [name]’s luxurious apartment. nami sighed, looking out the windows (floor to ceiling, by the way) and ran a hand through her fiery hair, feeling herself thank whatever god was up in the sky for the life she was blessed in obtaining.

“you never make enough coffee for two,” a voice spoke from behind her, making her lips naturally curl up into a smile. she turned around, seeing the man that made it all possible stroll into the kitchen space from her position in the living room. his figure moved elegantly and carefully, despite being in his own home, and his shoulders made him look like he took up even more space than he really did.

“cause you can make your own,” she teased back, kneeling onto the couch and watching as he rolled his eyes at her. instead of brewing his own cup, he came walking over and sat in front of her.

“the audacity, wearing my shirt, drinking out of my mug, with the coffee beans i bought,” he said with a smirk, obviously joking. nami didn’t fight his hands when he reached for her cup (his cup) and brought the steaming hot drink to his lips.

“the audacity for the man that pays for me to be here to be lecturing me,” she shot back, laughing when he dramatically clutched his chest as if he was in pain. she moved forward, crawling to be in between his legs and putting her hands on his hips. “are you busy today?”

sometimes, nami wished that she could have had a better read on [name] and his expressions. they have had this dynamic for over a year now and he was still the hardest book to read. no matter how many times nami had told him that he can touch her, just simply touch her, not even anything sexual, he never really did.

it was always polite brushes of his hand on her hips and waist to guide her through a crowd, or his fingers simply gracing over her own to get her attention, or how he would only ever bring her body close to his if they were in a crowded space.

this reserved act of his pissed nami off a little bit. it made her feel as if her appeal, her natural attractiveness and beauty, had no affect on [name]. and she would never, ever boil her worth down to how a man reacted to her.

no, that wasn’t what she was doing now.

what she was doing and feeling now was all related to how she wanted [name] to show some sort of positive reaction to her touch and company because he was [name]. she liked him! obviously she would want him to show some interest in her.

and sure, he did. pretty strictly, only numerical values. from the day they met to now, [name] had never touched nami in a sexual way, or even in ways that alluded to promiscuity.

she liked [name]. he was a gentleman, a true, kind man, that really respected her comfortability and happiness. there was never a time that she ever felt the least bit unsafe in his company. she liked the safe haven he provided to her. at first it was just about keeping that steady income of money, but after getting to know [name], she really cherished him for his personality and for who he was and what he believed in.

that’s why, right now she was kind of getting pissed off. she was sitting right in between his legs, hands on his bare skin, and looking up at him expectingly. and all he was doing was nursing the cup of coffee in his hands with a look on his face that screamed that his mind was thinking of something else. something else unrelated to the beautiful woman in front of him.

nami huffed at his lack of response, snapping him out of his daze. he brought his hand underneath her chin, gently tapping up against it with his knuckle and laughing at her pout.

“not busy if you wanna do something, doll. you wanna go out with me today?” he offered, making her nod her head in agreement.

without further explanation, she took the mug from his hands and placed it onto a coaster on the coffee table and pushed him down onto the couch. he was shocked at her actions, but didn’t fight it. and now she was practically straddling his waist, a grin on her face as he looked up at her expectingly.

“let’s stay in for a little while longer, then we can go out shopping,” she planned, making his pearly whites come into clear vision for her. then her eyes trailed off from his beautiful smile and then down to his hands, which were just resting and at his sides.

she just wished he’d have at least hold onto her waist or legs, some sort of touch that he initiated.

was she really that dismissive of a presence to be around?

she sighed, going down to press her chest to his own and resting her cheek against his shoulder. he took the remote and began playing a random channel on the tv for them to watch.

meanwhile, in [name]’s mind, he was fighting every single urge within him to not indulge himself in the woman that was on top of him. nami was really going to be the death of him. surely, she was going to be the death of him before she was the death of his wallet.

she was an alluring woman, that knew exactly how to get what she wanted with a clear goal in mind of what it was that she wanted. from their first meeting that point was made clear. [name]’s hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to just run his hands through her hair, hold onto the bare skin of her thighs — that were currently slotted in between his legs, or even just resting them on her back.

he restricted his movement in touching her, keeping a strong resistance to her natural charm and beauty.

[name] had promised himself the moment he went into this environment of sugar daddies and sugar babies — he’d never touch them first or at all for that matter. he would never initiated any truly intimate moments with any of his clients. because he assumed they were only there for his money, which was fine!, but because of that assumption, he never really offered anything beyond that. and he didn’t want nami to think he was expecting anything beyond that transactional relationship.

besides, it was in their contract to begin with: no sexual favors in exchange of money were to happen between the two parties.

and, obviously, not every touch between two people would lead to sex. but for [name], if he was given the approval from nami that he could caress her curves, he doesn’t think he’d be able to resist. he doesn’t think of nami as just an object for lust, she was so much more than that. but if he were given free reign in exploring her body from the woman herself, he doesn’t think he’d be able to hold back.

even if the signs of permission were “obvious” with nami batting her perfect lashes up at him or her taking initiative in pushing him down onto the couch first and climbing onto his lap, he wouldn’t take anything but her word as permission.

in nami’s head, though, she was frustrated because at this point her willingness to be touched by [name] was so obvious at this point. she nuzzled her cheek against his skin, trying to use that as a physical distraction from her thoughts.

quickly, she grew bored of the show on the television and lifted her head from his naked chest.

“let’s go?” she questioned, watching as he easily nodded his head in confirmation.

it was the weekend so he didn’t have to worry about work obligations, at least.

“go get dressed, pretty, there’s new clothes for you in the closet,” she felt her smile become even wider, moving forward to press a brief peck to his cheek before she was excitedly running to the walk in closet that was all hers.

everything custom fitted to her measurements, [name] made sure only to get the best clothes for his best girl.

and as [name] sat up from the couch, he groaned when his pants get tighter. he cursed, shaking his head to physically rid himself from the memory of what nami’s body felt so closely pressed against his. her frame was much smaller in comparison to his, that was enough to get his heart pounding and mind racing, but the fact that all of her body weight was put onto him and he felt that she was as light as a feather.

how easily he could lift her

he stood up and walked to his own closet, opening one of the many drawers to pick his outfit. he changed out of his sweats, into a loose pair of slacks and a black dress shirt to drape over his torso. as he was going through his options for a tie, nami poked her head into the spacious room.

“can you zip me?”

“really? it’s only midday and you’re already going for a dress,” he teased, turning around to see her figure coming towards him, “can’t complain when you look so beautiful in them, though,”

“took the words out of my mouth,” she said, pinching his arm, “be grateful this is all yours,”

he didn’t bother correcting her, biting back his tongue to prevent himself from saying, “even though i wish we were, we’re not each others to have.” that would have just easily killed the mood. so instead, he lifted his hands to pull the zipper of her dress up her spine until he was finished.

”look beautiful, nami,” he repeated, noting the color of her dress and finding a tie to match it.

“also, you’re not one to talk,” she commented, “not when you’re fitting yourself into that suit to make yourself even more handsome,”

he brushed her compliment aside, offering her nothing but a chuckle. and she sent him a dirty look over her shoulder, one that he didn’t pick up on, when she realized he wasn’t at all acknowledging her flirtatious tone.

she went back to her room with a roll of her eyes, finishing up her look with a mini purse of her favorite brand into her hands and a pair of heels on her feet. one would think they were uncomfortable to walk in all day, but when [name] would dotingly massage her feet and legs at the end of the day, it was all worth it.

“ready, pretty?” that petname he gave her sends her into a euphoric state each time.

“ready,” she confirmed, smiling when he lifted his arms for her to loop her own through. with her wearing heels, their height difference was less obtrusive and allowed them to walk arm in arm with one another easily. maybe that was a secret reason for nami on why she loved wearing heels so much.

as they rode the elevator, [name] grinned when he saw her taking some pictures of them standing next to one another. with a smooth maneuver, nami was able to make him drape one of his arms over her shoulder, which made for a perfect photo. and when they walked out of the elevator, those in the lobby turned their heads to catch sight of [name] and nami.

he squeezed her shoulder softly, guiding her to the sleek black car that the valet just brought to the front of the apartment building. he opened the passenger side for her first, softly shutting it before walking over to the driver’s seat.

nami pretended her heart didn’t flutter when she saw [name] easily hand the valet two hundred dollars as a tip. god, seeing a man so easily throw his money aside with no worries was really unreasonably attractive. another new thing nami had learned about herself over their relationship: the way [name] doesn’t flaunt his money, but somehow still makes it known he has more than enough was really attractive.

he never boasted about his wealth, but he would slide his card over to any restaurant at the end of the night — not even bothering to look at the total. just hands his black card to the waitress, who briefly marvels at the sight, and doesn’t even bat an eye.

he had made it clear that if they were together, no matter the setting, he would never let her pay for anything.

it made him so much more attractive to nami, [name] being so confidently financially stable and never failing to spoil her. she didn’t want to sound like a material girl because truly she wasn’t, but [name] does woo her very often with how purposefully he throws his money at her.

“hm, there was a new place that opened down at the mall, we can go there,” he offered, placing the directions into the gps and starting the car. she hummed in confirmation, watching as his fingers glided over the screen before latching onto the wheel of the car. without wasting a beat, she took his right hand and placed it into her own, playing with his fingers with a grin on her face.

he didn’t pay her fiddling any mind, driving just as comfortably with just one hand on the wheel. nami pretended, once again, that that sight didn’t make her stomach do flips.

before nami knew it, they were already at their destination and the second most exciting part of her day was going to start soon. her first exciting moment on days like this is when she gets to wake up beside [name]. second, when she can use his credit card on anything she wanted.

[name] allowed himself to be dragged through the street into the store, a pleasant smile on his face.

“oh, this place is so cute, [name]!” she said the moment they stepped through the shop’s doors, “this is so cute. do you like it, [name]?”

“i think it would look amazing on you, darling,” he said, before putting his finger under his chin, “but i feel like this style suits you more,” he motioned to a mannequin that was wearing a different dress.

she took note of his taste and observation, dropping the product she was just holding and going over to him, “you’re right, i really like it a lot,” she praised, eyes practically shining as she picked up the piece from the clothing rack.

it was a long dress and skin tight. it was body-hugging and that was what nami loved more than half the time. she loved her body and loved to flaunt it, especially if it was for [name] — in the clothes that [name] bought for her.

she grinned, taking it into her arms and walking over to [name] to announce she was going to keep it. without saying another word, he took the clothes from her arms and told her to keep looking in case anything else caught her eye. she grinned ear to ear at his nonchalance, resisting the urge to pull him down by his tie to kiss his cheek.

she had never felt being spoiled to her heart’s content until she met [name]. and at first she thought that was why she had began feeling romantic attraction to him: his money. but over time, she realized that she had just fallen head over heels for his entire personality. he was so kind and understanding.

“this place is bigger than i imagined,” she heard from behind her, smiling softly when she saw some more clothes that [name] had picked out in his arms, “i thought you might like these, of course, you can pick and choose which you’d like-”

“they all look great, you have good taste [name],” she said, running her fingers over the racks of clothes, “give yourself more credit,”

“well, it’s only when it comes to you,” he commented, shrugging, “so used to seeing what you wear and buy, i just remember your preferences,”

her heart skipped beats and she felt her cheeks become hotter. [name] and his smooth talking were going to be the death of her.

the man hovered behind her, his hands lightly playing with the ends of her hair as she looked through the clothes. eventually, she got bored of the selection and told him that she wanted to go to a different store. he smiled, offering her his arm to hold as they approached the counter.

she didn’t bother hiding the proud smile on her face as she held onto his arm, manicured nails gently tracing the skin. she looked at the total her clothes went up to, hearts in her eyes as [name] easily tapped his card against the device without even blinking at the price.

“where do you want to go next, nami?” he asked gently, turning his head away from the cashier that was bagging their (nami’s) goods. the orange-haired woman hummed, tilting her head to the side in thought.

she had seen that prada had dropped their fall collection, but it wasn’t really her cup of tea. if anything, dior’s was a much better selection. she easily said her answer to him, smiling when he accepted her choice. as he took the bags from the woman behind the counter, nami saw how she was in awe of the entire transaction.

as [name]’s back was turned, the woman even mouthed to nami “wow” which only made nami's grin widen.

“do you ever think about what would our lives have been if we didn’t meet each other?” nami asked as they walked through the minimally busy mall, “i mean, i obviously think about it a lot, but does it ever cross your mind?”

[name] looked at her in interest at her sudden question, but answered easily, “i think about how my days would have been much more boring if you didn’t accept my offer. i mean, none of my past relationships with the others ever was beyond the dinner table. which i was fine with, but i’m glad that you had opened up more around me, you’re so exciting and fun to be around that i think if we hadn’t met, i’d be living a really uneventful life,”

nami’s heart hammered against her chest at his confession, hiding her ablaze face by pressing her cheek against [name]’s bicep and resting her head there as they walked. the man looked anywhere, but nami, to try and distract himself from the woman on his arm. if he had stopped and looked at her blushing face any longer, he would have definitely just taken her into his arms and kissed her as if they were the last two people on earth.

what he didn’t know was that nami wanted just that.

the two arrived at the luxury store, the man at the door greeting their familiar faces with a kind “hello” and allowing them into the store. the moment they stepped in, the staff was already tending to them. one woman walked up to them with a circular tray, two glasses of champagne in her hold. nami took it with a grin while [name] politely rejected the offer. the next staff member immediately dragged nami away to show her their newest collection in a private fitting room.

knowing that he can trust those in nami’s company, he patiently stayed back and roamed the rest of the store.

“so, sir, when are you going to make it official between the two of you?” a voice from beside of him asked.

he looked at the figure, their wide eyes blinking rapidly at him. before he could evne properly respond to the man’s question, he just continued on, “she looks at you with nothing but love! she loves you! from the first time the two of you had stepped into this store to now, she has been silent in her feelings, but trust me they’re there,”

[name] put his hands up, showing the man he needed to slow down, “you’re really overwhelming, you know that?” it was a rhetorical question, but it seemed the man took it seriously with the way he just shrugged his shoulders uncaringly. “and secondly, there’s no way that’s true. nami and i are just committing to a transactional relationship.”

the unnamed staff deadpanned at [name], looking at him as if he were stupid, “there’s no way you’re this oblivious…”

“i’m not oblivious, i’m realistic!”

“your perception of what the reality is is especially far away from the truth is,” the man said, looking at [name] in disappointment, “we all can see it,”

[name] turned his head around at the other staff, who ducked their heads away from his gaze since they were caught eavesdropping in their conversation. [name] pinched the bridge of his nose at their mentality, but only sighed to hold off his obvious annoyance.

”i’m telling you, what you’re saying is far from the truth. nami sees me as nothing more than my wallet, which i am fine with,” [name] explained, “but there’s absolutely no way she feels the same way about me as i do her-”

[name]’s e/c eyes widened at his indirect confession, and of course to his luck, the man in front of him dropped his jaw in realization too.

“see!! you like her as well!” [name] resisted the urge of clamping his hand down on the man’s face, shushing him loudly to drown out his loud exclamation from reaching anyone else’s ears.

“it’s not “as well” it’s just me liking her and her not returning my feelings!” [name] scolded, genuine annoyance shining through his usually calm demeanor, “i can’t believe this is what you want to talk about with me! i feel like this is hardly appropriate.”

“you two have been playing this game for too long, someone had to say something,”

“and like i said, there’s no game being played. i’m the one that knows her, not you, i think i can read her emotions pretty well,” [name] sighed, glaring at the man before turning his head around to try and find nami. if only she could save him from this guy and his uncomfortable questions.

“you’re blind in love to even notice how she feels, that’s exactly how it always plays out,”

“i can’t do this anymore,” [name] said, walking away from the conversation with his hands in the air in exasperation. despite his status of wealth, there were some times his childish side had shone through his trained, guarded demeanor. and when he was confronted on his genuine feelings that he had for nami, that side of himself made itself obvious.

it was because he was afraid of verbalizing his feelings, scared that she would possibly overhear it and then their entire relationship crumble.

“[name]? are you alright, your face is getting quite red,” nami said, waltzing forward to meet him halfway, a worried look on her face, “are you feeling okay? you’re not sick, are you?”

her hand came up to his forehead and pressed it lightly to his skin to gauge the temperature. but he just shook his head, taking her hand in his and holding it. he smiled at her cute expression, once again having to fight the urge to kiss her.

“i’m alright, just got a hot flash or something,” he noticed that she was carrying some clothes in her arms, so he immediately moved to free her hands of them. “is this all you wanted, nami?”

“yeah, they’re really cute, i’ll give you the usual runway show when we get home,” she teased, making his smile grow in size, “but i think i wanna try their new heels on.” an attendant walked over to [name] and took the clothes off of his hands, allowing nami to grab ahold of his wrist to drag him to their shoe section.

he plopped himself down onto the lounge chair and watched nami carefully skim the variety of heels and flats. she took a cute pair of black heels with a bow tied in the back and walked back to [name] with an excited grin on her face. wordlessly, he moved to kneel in front of her now sitting figure to undo the clasp of the heels she was already wearing.

taking her ankle gently into his hold, he tried to ignore how intimate their actions were. the feeling of the staff all watching the scene unfold didn’t help his case of blushing cheeks in calming down. nami’s breathing hitched ever so slightly as she felt [name]’s hands expertly remove the heels from her feet, trying her best to relax.

she never got this flustered with anyone else. [name] was so unintentionally talented in getting her to feel all sorts of emotions she’s never experienced before. she also thinks of how the sight of [name] kneeling in front of her was one she would never get tired of, ever.

he replaced the heel on her foot with the one she picked out, delicately tying the bow back into its pretty position before repeating the action with the next. his fingers remained confident in touching her, skin to skin, but they still were only fleeting touches.

then he looked up at her and nami almost swore under her breath. with him looking up at her past his eyelashes and subtle smile on his handsome face, she should have pulled him up to her height by his collar and kissed him. but of course, all she did was reach out for his hand to hold hers to steady herself in standing up.

“they’re perfect,” she breathed out, watching [name]’s reaction in the mirror. but all she got was a dazed look on his face as he watched her movement with utmost concentration. it was as if he were trying to memorize what she looked like now. and his e/c eyes bearing into her every movement made her feel embarassed.

“sir [name], wouldn’t you agree?” a new voice joined the conversation. and the man grimaced at the familiar tone, recognizing the staff member to be the one that was previously lecturing [name] on his feelings for nami.

he threw him a warning glare, a subtle look, before nodding his head in agreement.

“she looks beautiful, as always. the heels simply make her even more breathtaking,” he complimented, flashing a smile to nami. then he nervously gulped, eyes trained on her long legs before raking upward until he reached the part of her thighs that the dress she was wearing began covering. when his eyes flitted upwards to meet her eyes, he almost flinched in surprise at how she was already looking at him.

internally, he cursed himself in so obviously ogling her. labelling himself a creep for so blatantly looking her up and down. meanwhile, nami was feeling a surge of confidence bloom in her chest at how she had caught [name] showing obvious attraction to her.

the attendant merely sighed at their shenanigans, offering to ring the two of them up at the counter to conclude their shopping spree.

now, the two were walking through the mall with bags of new clothes for nami’s closet and bashful looks on both of their faces.

“how about lunch?” [name] offered, thinking of the perfect, quiet place, “there was a new place i wanted to try with you, if you don’t mind,”

“i don’t mind at all,” she answered easily, tucking a strand of her fiery hair behind her ear as she let [name] guide her gently back to their car. the bags were carefully placed in the back seat before they were off to their next destination.

in the near silence of the car, the two were left to their own thoughts. nami was thinking of how hungrily [name] was staring at her earlier, blushing and smiling to herself at the memory. [name] on the other hand kept thinking back to how intimately he was touching nami and eyeing her figure, bringing his hand to rest on the window to his left so he could subtly cover his mouth with his hand.

finally, the two arrived at the restaurant and nami’s eyes glowed at the extravagant, but cute, decorations. she immediately reached out for [name]’s arm to hold as they walked towards the entrance.

[name] spoke to the hostess briefly before they were seated in a more quiet, tucked away part of the restaurant. the place wasn’t busy, but there were still a couple others people in their company.

“this place is beautiful,” she said, looking at the menu with curiousity, “they even have my favorite here!”

[name] grinned in pride, nodding as he spoke, “i looked into restaurants in the area that had your favorite, but the only ones that had good enough reviews were pretty far from home. so, since we were in the area of this one and i remember reading good things about it, it was the perfect chance to try,”

nami looked at him with furrowed brows, “you remembered my favorite?”

easily, he responded, “of course, what type of boy-” he cut himself off with a cough before continuing with a stammer in his voice, “what type of…” he tried again, rewording the sentence entirely, “how could i not know your favorite at this point! that’s what i meant to say, sorry…”

nami blinked at him for a couple of seconds before tearing her eyes away from him. lifting the menu up to cover the bottom half of her face, she gave herself the freedom to smile as wide as she wanted to.

‘he almost said boyfriend,’ she thought to herself with a newfound blush.

their conversation after his slip up was still comfortable, nami not bothering to bring it up, and they were going back to laughing and enjoying each others company without worries. the food was delicious, [name] ordering nami her favorite drink as well, and grinning whenever she hummed on about how this was going to be her favorite restaurant.

after [name] handed the waitress his card, once again not even bothering to look at the total of what the check came out to be, he slid over a couple bills towards nami that added up to a total of five hundred in cash.

she was going to refuse, but he didn’t allow her the chance to, giving her a warning glare. she really didn’t like this aspect of their lunches or dinners together. after each sit down restaurant [name] and her visited, he would pay her a couple hundred dollars. it only reminded her of how this really wasn’t the relationship she so desperately wanted it to be.

but after his slip up earlier, there was no way she wasn’t going to fight for it to be more.

the ride home was filled with conversation regarding a bunch of different things, but mainly just to fill the silence. and when they arrived back to the apartment complex, [name] handed off the keys to the valet of the building. he forced all the bags of nami’s to fit in one hand, so that his other one could remain free on resting on the small of her back to guide her.

and as the elevator brought them up to the top floor, nami grinned to herself as the perfect plan spawned in her head. usually after their day spent together, [name] would put all the new clothes he had bought for nami straight into her closet and then slide her over another check for her company. then he’d offer her the room to sleep in or to call for a cab to take her home.

right after he finished putting her clothes away, she would ask her what he had meant by what he said in the restaurant. she didn’t want to bother “beating around the bush” anymore. there was no way she could just live with that memory of what he said without pestering him for more answers.

so they separated for a moment, [name] going to put her clothes away and her going to change back into more comfortable clothes. the dress she was wearing was thrown onto the bed and the oversized shirt of [name]’s was her new “dress.” a pair of pajama shorts finished her outfit, making her grin at the comfortability.

and now all she had to do was wait for [name] to join her in the living room.

when he did walk out to meet her, a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt adorning his figure, nami had to pressure herself to really ask [name] the question on her mind.

“so, since we spent more than half the day together, i was thinking of giving you a thousand,” [name] said, getting straight to the point. under the assumption that was the only reason nami ever stayed, he didn’t want to waste her personal time.

but when shocked him was when her hand went on top of his, to stop him from writing it out onto the check. he looked up at her in confusion, tilting his head in inquiry. she only responded with that pretty smile of hers.

”what’s wrong? i can give you more than just a thousa-”

”what did you mean when you said boyfriend earlier?” she asked, getting it out all in one breath before she could stop herself.

[name] audibly gulped before urging himself to answer, “it was nothing! it was nothing,” he said, trying to convince himself of that fact, “it was really nothing, ha, the guy in the store was just going on and on about shit that wasn’t even true, it put my whole head in a mess,” his hands were nervously playi

“what was he saying?” nami asked, subtly bringing her body closer to [name]’s as she tried to get him to blatantly say it.

noticing her movement, [name] nervously looked anywhere but her plush thighs that were sitting right in front of him. but then, in his desperate need of avoiding her beautiful features, he locked eyes with her own. and that only made him more nervous.

“he was just saying a bunch of bullshit, like i said. it wasn’t anything, nami, really,” he said, pleadingly looking at her to drop the subject. but she was going to let that happen. not with that smirk on her lips.

“no, what did he say to you that made you call yourself my boyfriend?”

“i didn’t! it was an honest slip up!” he defended himself, but she didn’t look pleased with just that as an explanation. so he sighed before continuing to explain, “he basically was talking about how we’re in love with each other or something, which i know is untrue because it just can’t be. there’s no way you feel the same way- i mean, there’s no way-”

nami grinned at the confession, as well as the panic that flashed over [name]’s face at his wording. there’s no other reason for him to be panicked unless he accidentally spoke the truth on how he really felt. with that mental note encouraging her, nami was leaning forward and kissing [name] without a second to waste.

instinctively, he returned the kiss, desperately pressing further into her action and almost groaning at the feeling of her lips against his own. but just as fast as he kissed back, he pulled away.

“no, no,” he said under his breath, a look of panic on his face, “nami, this isn’t what i wanted — you don’t have to do this, we agreed nothing like this was going to happen when we signed that contract-”

“fuck the contract,” she breathed out, still on cloud nine from their first kiss, “[name], i like you a lot and it’s not because of your money. i just want you, [name], i mean it. so tell me, do you like me back or did i make a fool of myself?”

there was silence as [name] processed her words. and the two stayed in that silence for a couple seconds longer before [name] asked, “do you really mean that? you like me?”

she nodded in confirmation, eyes still trained on [name]’s glistening lips. then those lips spread into a grin as he replied, “i like you too, nami, from the moment i saw you i was just in a trance,” his hands rested on her hips and she had to bite down on her lip to prevent a noise of ecstasy escaping.

he was finally touching her where she wanted him to. all that longing and tension had built up to its limit and it was going to finally be freely released.

“i want you, too,” he whispered, leaning forward to bury his nose into her neck, breathing in her scent, “fuck, nami, i’ve waited so long for this,”

“why didn’t you ever do anything?” she asked, hands going to grip the roots of his hair as he peppered wet kisses onto the skin of her neck, “i always thought you weren’t interested.”

“no, no, i always wanted you, you were all i thought about,” he confessed, pulling away to show the sincerity in his eyes, “but i didn’t want you to think i saw you as just something for me to use. that’s why i never wanted our contract to say anything about sexual favors,”

nami smiled at the sweetness of his words, leaning forward to kiss him one more time. his sincerity and genuine admiration he had for her didn’t go unappreciated. now that she knew that that was why he was reserved in touching her, she honestly felt her heart flutter at the amount of respect [name] revered her with.

it only made him more attractive, made nami more eager to kick start their newfound relationship off with a shift in their dynamic. to show just how much longing they were feeling for each other. and when nami sets her mind on something, she always finds a way to get it.

[name] was going to give it to her, provide that feeling of euphoria to her. spoil her rotten until all she could think about was how lucky she was that she had [name] wrapped around her pretty little finger.

and just like he had been doing for the past year, [name] would make her the happiest woman in the world, all throughout the night.

something about nami just being a blushing mess because of [name] is just so chefs kiss. oh and if you didnt rlly like this one tht amuch, i have so many more one shots for these two, im excited to publish themmm (mini series moment) also shiutout random dior employee someone had to snap [name] out of it and even that wasnt a realistic situation it had to be done 🫰🏼

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Over The Odds | Regrets

Paring - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 3k

Drabble 4 - One mans regret is another’s opportunity

warnings: brief mention of sex, swearing, ill-relative

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

This certainly isn’t how you envisioned your day would turn out, just this morning you were laid in bed with Jungkook about to enjoy a sweet breakfast in bed together after two rounds of rampant sex – and now, you sit in the waiting room of the hospital, drinking water from a plastic cup with shaky hands.

It was nice of Jungkook to give you a ride here, giving that he’s told you at least three times now just how much he hates driving, he hates the traffic, how mundane it is, the fact he can’t really multitask when behind the wheel; he hates everything about it. But still, he pulled through for you when you needed him to.

It's no secret that your father is in ill health, last year he suffered two heart attacks and when he tested positive for Covid-19 in December your family prepared for the worst. By some miracle he pulled through but his respiratory system hasn’t been the same since. Two bouts of pneumonia, a severe chest infection and nightly use of an oxygen mask is his new normal.

Your mum texted to let you know that he’s been admitted with yet another ghastly chest infection, apparently he’s not doing so great and so you came here as soon as you could, alerting your best friend Jimin of your whereabouts on the way. Unlike the other times he’d taken ill during the height of pandemic restrictions, you weren’t sitting in the waiting room alone. Your mother sits across from you with anxious bouncing legs, and Jungkook, bless his soul, sits beside you playing the role of a concerned boyfriend a little too well.

“I’m sorry you had to find out about us this way, I can leave if you’d prefer to be alone together.” His voice is kind and low as he addresses your mother, who looks at him with a warm smile. “Honestly I won’t be offended.”

“Nonsense, I’m just surprised Y/N didn’t tell us about you sooner. I’m sorry that we met this way though, maybe when her father recovers we can all go for a nice meal together and get to know each other properly. I don’t usually look like this.” She gives a breathy chuckle, referring to her jade green leggings and oversized hoodie – her favourite loungewear set you’d gifted her two Christmases ago. Of course the ensemble isn’t complete without her yellow garden sliders, which she’s also wearing today. Normally she’s what most people would consider to be vain, always dressing in nice clothes with a full face of makeup even in her forties, she must’ve been in a rush to get here much like you and Jungkook were.

“Me neither.” Jungkook flashes a brilliant white smile. To be honest you’ve never seen him look so casual, only wearing a white oversized t shirt, grey sweatpants and trainers. He looks good dressed like this, he blends into the rest of society comfortably and his presence for once doesn’t scream ‘I have money, ask me about it’. “It would be nice to go out together though, once he’s fully recovered of course. I can’t wait to hear all about what Y/N was like as a child.”

“Y/N?” Your mum waves a soft hand in front of you, snapping you from your day dream. “He’s going to be okay, this is just a precaution.”

“I know.” You exhale, nodding slowly, trying to ignore your burning hatred for hospitals.

“Does anybody want anything to eat? I’m going to run down to the corner shop.” Jungkook stands, shooting you a sympathetic smile, “You haven’t eaten today Y/N is there anything specific you want me to get for you?”

“Oh how thoughtful.” Your mother gushes, you know full-well that she loves him already. What a pity he’s not actually your boyfriend, rather the man who pays you to have sex with him. Oh she’d be so proud.

You clear your throat and shake your head, “I’m not really hungry anymore.” You admit, “I’ll have a coffee from the canteen though. The blonde—”

“Blonde coffee blend with almond milk and one sweetener. I know. Would you like a coffee too? Or anything to eat? Sorry I didn’t even catch your name how rude of me.” You’re visibly taken aback by the fact he knows your coffee order, as far as you know you’d only been for a coffee together once. Even his memory is unworldly.

“Anna.” She smiles, eyes quickly skimming the tattoos on his sizeable arm, “And I’ll have a black coffee with a cheese sandwich please, hang on I’ve got some change in my… Oh where is it, it’s around here somewhere-”

“Not necessary. I don’t mind.” Jungkook tries to fight a laugh, giving you a brief glance before exiting the room.

“So…”

And it begins.

“So?” Your brows are raised expectantly as you lock eyes with your mother, who given the circumstances looks pretty damn happy right now. Maybe she’s giggling at your t shirt dress and boots which were very obviously yesterdays clothes.

“When were you going to tell me about your hunk of a boyfriend?! Gosh if I was fifteen years younger.”

You grimace, “Except you’re not, and your husband is in the hospital.”

“Small technicalities.” She shrugs. Your mother birthed you at the tender age of eighteen, she and your father had a somewhat whirlwind teenage romance, they had their first child together, your sister, two years before you aged sixteen, much to your grandparents disappointment. Thankfully it all worked out for them in the end. It wasn’t uncommon of her to make shocking or crude comments like this, you put it down to her age most of the time, giving that she’s not even two decades older than you are. But even so, the idea of her taking a liking to Jungkook is more than nauseating.

“I’m serious! How long have you been together?” She’s smiling, profile curious and suggestive.

“I don’t know like six or seven weeks maybe? Month and a half. It’s early days so can you try not to get your hopes up please.” You’re tired, your body is aching because of said fake boyfriend, and you’re so done with this conversation already – all you care about is getting an update from the doctors. This talk right here is the very reason you almost didn’t sign the contract in the first place, because you know eventually you and Jungkook will have to fake a breakup and your parents will be devastated that you’re still not engaged or popping out grandbabies.

“You haven’t had a boyfriend since Namjoon Y/N, and that was two years ago now… So I’m sorry if I’m a little excited it’s just that he’s so handsome! And muscly! And tall! I love his tattoos! What does he do for a living?”

You ignore the way the mere mention of your ex boyfriend’s name makes your stomach drop, giving in to her curiosity, “He’s the CEO of Jeon Industries, the oil company. He owns a lot of smaller businesses too, like that bar Black Swan in Kensington.”

“Shut up!” She gasps, “Sorry, what was that?”

“Mum I’m tired can we not get into this right now, yes he’s handsome and he’s tall and he’s ripped and yes he’s got tattoos and he’s mega rich but we’ve only been going out just over a month so can you not do this? Not right now. Please.”

Sensing your discomfort she retreats, nodding quietly, “Sorry,” She grins, “Were you two up all night then?”

“Oh my god.” You groan in disgust, hurriedly standing from the lilac seat, “I’m going to find Jungkook, when we get back try to act normal. I’m begging you.”

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say.”

If there’s one thing you hate most in this world, one phobia stronger than all the rest – it’s hospitals. The idea of someone going in and never coming out has always made your knees buckle and not in a good way. You hate hospitals, any clinical setting for that matter, you’d rather ride out an illness than visit your doctor despite how badly you are. It’s disturbing to you how many people have died within these walls, how many lost loved ones were taken here. Your parents and Jimin always called you dramatic whenever you brought it up, but you can’t help the way you feel. Maybe it’s a good thing that you and Namjoon never worked out, because eventually one day his place of work would be a building just like this one.

For the six months that you dated, you were convinced that Namjoon was the love of your life, he was perfect. He was in his final year of med school, he had adorable dimpled cheeks, a contagious laugh, he knew everything about anything without needing to check himself on Google first. And he was sweet, he was caring, you bared your soul to him thinking he was your forever, only for him to randomly decide to take a gap year and teach English to children in Korea. You still remember the day he ended things with you, leaving you behind as he just carried on with his life, seemingly not bothered at all. One mention of his name and you feel numb, you’ve never cared about anybody that much since him.

The only person that comes even remotely close to Namjoon is Jungkook, and well, he doesn’t actually like you he just pays to have you around and sit on his dick whenever you fancy it. There’s no denying that he would be the perfect partner, he could give you things that even Namjoon could not – but he doesn’t want that, you signed a piece of paper that clearly states this is a business arrangement and nothing more. It’s not love, and it never will be, no matter how badly you want it to be. You scoff to yourself, pushing a double door open to find him. How things have changed in the small space of two years.

Your eyes find Jungkook’s tall muscular frame straight away, he’s sitting at a small circular table at the back of the red painted canteen, three coffees and one cheese sandwich in front of him, his gaze flickering between the window and the silver work phone in his hands.

“Hey.” You’re standing beside the table, suddenly feeling a lot calmer in his presence.

He’s looking up at you with big round doe-like eyes, almost guilty, “I’m sorry, I thought you could use some privacy so I—”

“Don’t apologise, I get it. I’m not actually your girlfriend yet here you are meeting my parents, must be rough for you. You can go at any time it’s okay.” The words come out bitchier than you intended, regret washes over you instantaneously. Thankfully he doesn’t seem too phased by your venom.

He pauses, his lips pursed together in a flat line before he stands up, “Y/N… I want to be here, it’s okay, I wanna make sure you’re okay.” His voice his softer than usual and for a split second you’re convinced that he may actually really care.

“This happens pretty often,” You sigh, it’s blatantly obvious you’re feeling overwhelmed, “He’s been ill for a while now… Just waiting for the update from the doctor and then we can leave.” You give him an apologetic smile, there’s nothing about family emergencies in the agreement and yet he’s still here, spending his only day off in the hospital with you. “If he’s gonna be okay we should do something today, I don’t want you wasting your only day off.”

“It’s not wasted if I’m spending time with you.” He looks away immediately after saying it, clearing his throat before he grabs the items from the table, “Would be nice to go somewhere else later though, hospitals freak me out.”

“Really? Me too.” You murmur, helping him carry the food and drinks to the waiting area. The walk back is short and spent in a comfortable silence, god how you wish things could be different, you yearn for Jungkook to set fire to that stupid piece of paper and just ask you out. What’s worse is you actually signed that piece of paper, there’s no way out for you for another eleven months, if you feel this much for him already you dread what life will be like by then.

It’s when you get to the small side room your mother waits in that your heart stops beating.

“—He’s going to be fine, we’ll keep him in for some observations with him being a high risk patient but I’m confident he’ll be home tomorrow Anna.”

Suddenly your ears are ringing, your face is hot and you almost forget how to breathe. Jungkook senses the change in your demeanour and is rightfully confused, especially when you’ve both just heard the doctor tell your mum that your dad is going to be okay. You clear your throat, and for the first time in two years your eyes lock with his. Fuck.

“Hey Y/N.” Namjoon’s dimples pierce his cheeks as his smiles, “Your dad’s gonna be fine, he’s responding well to the treatments he should be out of here by tomorrow.”

“That’s great.” You smile back, still frozen in place, “Thank you... So you’re back. And you’re officially a doctor now?”

“Have been for a while actually, can’t say I expected to bump into you here… I know how much you hate hospitals.”

As much as you don’t want to admit it he looks good, his skin is ever so slightly more tanned than it used to be, his clothes fit him better and he looks so much happier than he used to. It’s no surprise he didn’t tell you he was back from Korea, you took the breakup pretty badly and he’s probably moved on by now. You watch him with a curious gaze, you can’t help but think to yourself it’s such a shame things ended the way they did, because two years ago you really did love this man.

“Yeah, well…” You clear your throat again, your mouth suddenly feels abnormally dry, “I couldn’t not come.”

“Thanks Namjoon, it’s nice to see you again.” Your mum stands from her chair, “Y/N do you mind if I go in and see him? They’ve still got Covid restrictions in place, only one visitor at a time.”

“Of course not, tell him I was here though.” You exhale, finally peeling your stare away from Namjoon and looking to Jungkook who stands beside you, handing your mum her coffee and sandwich.

“Thank you so much Jungkook, so kind of you to come today and wait with us.” She looks at your fake boyfriend with such a warm and welcoming gaze, “We definitely need to arrange a proper meeting, I’m sure Y/N’s dad will be excited to meet her new boyfriend when the times right.”

You freeze. Namjoon freezes. Jungkook sees you and Namjoon freeze.

“There’s no rush, I don’t plan on letting her go any time soon. It was nice to meet you, and I hope he’s feeling better soon.” Jungkook is polite as ever, even when the resident doctor is not-so-subtly staring at him.

“Bye mum, call me later please.” You give her a small hug, wanting nothing more than to get out of this hell hole as quick as you can.

“Of course, bye now.” She gives a small wave and disappears into the main corridor on the ward with Namjoon. Thank god that’s over.

Jungkook faces you, holding a coffee in his right hand while he smooths over your waist with his left, “Are you okay? We don’t have to go anywhere today, we could just have a bed day or whatever else you wanna do, or I can drop you off at your place if you wanna be alone.”

“A bed day with you sounds good.” You give a weak smile, even though your entire relationship is a façade you can’t fault him for his efforts today. He’s looking down at you with such kind eyes that you almost want to cry. He’s perfect, but he’s not yours.

“-Y/N?” You hear the voice before you see it’s owner, already wanting to curl up into a ball and die when your eyes land on Namjoon jogging round the corner, his white lab-like coat flapping with each movement.

“Mhm?” You face him, Jungkook’s hand still grazes your waist. The situation is uncomfortable but thankfully he doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to eye the doctor cautiously as he approaches.

“I’m really glad you met someone, you look happy.” There’s not even a microscopic spec of malice in Namjoon’s words, his smile looks genuine and he looks as though he really means what he says, which only makes everything worse. “I’ll see you around, and Jungkook was it? Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Jungkook doesn’t look confused anymore, he’s analysed the atmosphere and you can tell by his tight set jaw and the way he’s tightening the hold on your waist that he knows exactly who Namjoon is to you.

Unbeknownst to you Jungkook sees the flicker of disappointment behind Namjoon’s eyes when they finds his hand on your waist, he knows that look, that’s the expression of someone who regrets letting go. He pities Namjoon for sure, but realistically all he can ask himself is how could someone be so foolish to leave you in the first place? You’re smart, funny, caring, a little sarcastic and bratty at times but nothing he can’t handle, you’re beautiful, anyone would be an idiot to let you go.

And so this is the moment, standing with you right here in the hospital with a comforting palm on the bend of your waist, where Jungkook decides he needs to tell you the truth before it’s too late, no regrets.

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