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key-smut · 6 years

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Kibum the Professor

Yeh it’s been a while but here you go~

Warnings: Smut after the cut so don’t continue reading if you’re uncomfortable with that

Tags: Professor AU, fluff, smut, side!jongtaeki

Thank you so much @minghaoluvr8 for beta reading it ^^

“Stop starring he’ll notice if you can’t get your eyes under control.” Your friend and roommate Taemin interrupted your thoughts while you were staring at your professor.

“I’m not staring I’m concentrating on the lecture.”

“I’m sure you are. Because society is sooo interesting. I’m not blaming you. If I had the chance I’d tap that ass.”

“TAEMIN!” you hissed in his direction some of the people in class turning around. “Just for your information; i actually DO enjoy social studies. If you haven’t forgotten, I wanna write my bachelors degree about how our society is being impacted by-“

“Sure, sure.” he interrupted, “ Whatever, but you have to admit that professor Kim is very attractive.” Taemin was right. Professor Kim was everything anyone would ever want: he was handsome, smart and charismatic. He would first catch everyone’s attention by the way he dressed and then capture everyone with his looks and personality.

“Yeah you’re not wrong. He’s the full package.”

“He sure has a big package.”

“FRANCESCO!”

When class was finally over and you were getting ready to leave you heard your name: “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Professor Kim said. “Uh oh, someone’s in trouble. I’m jealous.” Taemin teased.

“See you later Taemin.” With that he left the classroom and you and the professor were alone.

“Professor Kim if this is about me being loud in class I sincerely apologize-“

“No. I mean kind of.”

“Please don’t sue Taemin for sexual harassment.” He laughed, “I won’t but, please listen. I would like to talk about your thesis if you don’t mind? Maybe at a cafe whenever you’re free? As you know I’ve been working on my masters in education since I’m not a real professor yet, and I think I could help you out with your bachelors thesis. Our subjects are kind of similar and I have lots of sources that could be helpful for you.”

With that it began. You started meeting up at Cafés as you were both working on your papers. Today you were sitting at a Café close to your campus. Kibum was as stylish as ever, wearing the classical young professor look, except he made it look modern and fresh. You looked up from your notes and saw him smiling at you.

“Stop flirting with me or I’ll get fired.”

“I didn’t say anything? And last time I checked you were the one flirting with me, Kibum. Besides maybe I wouldn’t mind it if you’d get fired?”

“You would surely miss looking at my ass.” Kibum answered quickly. You choked on the ice tea you were drinking.

“I-“ you stumbled, trying to make up an excuse. He chuckled at how quickly you were flustered.

“I was just kidding, but your face tells me I was right. So maybe I will get fired.” You’d lie if you’d say that you didn’t want anything more from this relationship but he was right. If they’d get caught he’d get fired and you could never live with that.

“Listen Kibum. I’ve been meaning to tell you this, but I guess you already know. I really like you and I’m trying hard to control myself since I’m your student, and this can’t happen.” Kibum looked at you smiling.

“Yeah I know. And I’ve been having feelings for you too. But as you said it can’t happen. At least, not now.”

“What do you mean? I thought you were staying in your position until at least the end of the year?”

“Yeah but I’ve checked out my courses for next semester and I won’t be teaching the social studies course anymore, meaning that I won’t teach you anymore.” He hinted.

“For real? That’s great! I mean. Not really since I’ll miss you as my professor but... yeah. To be honest... I’ve never been more exited for a semester to end.” You smiled at Kibum, him grinning back. “Me neither.”

Back at home you were happily sitting on your couch looking at your phone when Taemin came in.

“Oh my god are you texting him again? Wait why are you smiling so much? Did he finally fuck you on his desk?” You rolled your eyes at his comment while he was sitting down next to you.

“No Taemin there is nothing to be jealous about.” you retorted

“I’m not jealous. I’ve been talking to someone myself and I’m pretty satisfied. Can’t say the same for you or can I?” He checked your body from your head to your feet. “Hmm can you get me some water please?”

“Why can’t you get it yourself?” you complained.

“I just sat down and I’m tired.” he whined.

“Whatever.” You got up to get him some water but got interrupted after two steps.

“Wait it’s fine, you can sit down again.”

“Taemin what the hell.” you weren’t sure where he was going with this.

“Watch your words young lady! I was just checking on something. But, I guess ya’ll either really didn’t fuck yet, or he got no game.” he joked, a dumb grin on his face when you hit him with a pillow.

The semester finally ended and between all the exams, you were barely able to meet with Kibum. Today was the last day of the semester and you had decided to eat at his place for your first official date. When he opened his door you were not surprised at how chic his apartment was decorated. It was essentially simplistic and modern; except it had many decorations that reflected his personality perfectly: from the Disney figures, to his Union Jack refrigerator it perfectly displayed his individuality. You were greeted by his smile, and his two dogs. After you greeted the dogs you looked at him. He was wearing a simple light blue shirt and glasses you had never seen before.

“You wear glasses?”

“Oh yeah I forgot about them. I usually just wear them at home.” He hurriedly took them off to put them away.

“Oh please don’t, you look really cute with them.”

He blushed slightly. “Maybe I don’t wanna look cute. Maybe I wanna look mysterious and sexy.”

“That shirt and your tight pants are already doing that job for you. They accentuate your shoulders to hip ratio very well.” you complimented. He did look really good, it was almost illegal.

“Well if that’s the case maybe we should skip dinner and go straight to bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned.

“You sure are straightforward. But, you kept bragging about your cooking skills, and now I wanna try the food you made.” there was a playful tone to your voice.

“Alright we have all summer break to have fun now, anyways.”

He had made a delicious chicken curry with a side of mashed potatoes instead of traditional rice and served Panna Cotta with mango sauce as dessert.

“Wow that was delicious! What can’t you do?” your praise making him blush once again.

“I’m pretty bad at baking.” he admitted.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, believe what you want baby girl.”

After the summer break had passed, you decided to visit your now boyfriend in his classroom. He was now teaching 2nd semester students which means he wasn’t teaching you anymore, since you were in your last year.

“Hey baby, did you finish your class well?” It was noon and most students would be out eating lunch now. “Yes first class went great I let them go earlier since we only had to talk about the syllabus. What about you, honey? Are you finished for today?”

“Yeah, I’m finished and exhausted already although it’s just the first day. I miss seeing you as my professor” You pouted. He took your hands and pulled you closer. “I miss you too baby. Maybe I should help relax you a bit then?” He took you by your hips and sat you on his desk.

“What exactly are we doing?” You asked, fully knowing what was going to happen. He came close to you and gave you a slow and deep kiss. You observed him, as he parted from you to walk over to the door. He stoped and turned around to look at you.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, professor.” He locked the door and walked towards you undoing his tie.

“You don’t know how often I’ve dreamed about this.” He stepped closer until he was standing between your legs, you sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Probably at least as often as I have, Kibum.” He came closer again connecting your lips as he put his hands on your thighs to pull himself closer. He moved up from your lips to your ear and nibbled a bit on the lobe, just to move back down to your collarbones. He sucked on the underside of your collarbone until a mark was blooming. You let out a small moan when he liked the mark.

“Take off your shirt.” You took off your shirt and started unbuttoning his as well while his hand slowly made its way under your skirt to your panties.

“You’re wearing a skirt at the perfect time.”

“One could say that I had all this planned out.” You grinned at him, taking off your bra while he was unbuckling his pants. “Lay down baby girl.” You laid down on the desk while he positioned himself between your legs again. He bent down and slowly sucked on your left nipple while pulling down your panties.

“Be quiet. Or I’ll need to punish you.” With that, he put his thumb on your clit and started circling it slowly. You were able to handle that but after the second finger had entered you, your moans started to get louder. “I told you to be quiet, was I not clear enough?”

“Yes, you were. Sorry, professor.” He gave no warning when, suddenly, his head was between your legs. His tongue was doing magic on your clit while his fingers were moving faster and curling inside you.

“Oh god, please, I’m so close. I can’t-“ You let out a high, pitched moan as you reached your orgasm while he was lapping up all your mess. He stood up again, his lips glistening from your juices. You watched him as he licked his lips. “Lick my fingers clean, and prepare for your punishment. If anyone has heard you, you better get ready for when we’re home.” Opening your mouth, you took in his fingers, sucking on them while looking up in his face. “Now we gotta do something about those beautiful noises of yours.” Kibum took his tie and put it in your mouth, making you bite on it and tied it behind your head. “First punishment: you won’t suck my dick. At least for now. Don’t give me those eyes, I know you want it but, a punishment is a punishment. Besides, it’s hard on me too. Second punishment: you won’t be able to noisy anymore. Third punishment comes now. Turn around.” You turned around, laying on your stomach now, when you felt the first sharp slap on your ass. A moan muffled by the tie came out of your mouth. “This is a punishment, it’s not for your pleasure. Why are you moaning?” His hand met your ass for another couple of times until it was stinging and tinted red. You heard him pulling down his pants and boxers, then you felt his hard cock between your legs.

“Please...” Your muffled plead didn’t go unnoticed. “Someone’s impatient, relatable.” With that he slowly entered you, grabbing you by your hips. You felt yourself being filled and he didn’t stop until he was fully in you. “How are you still so tight? We’ve been fucking all summer!” Kibum started pulling out and pushing in again at a steady pace, getting faster and faster, holding on to your hips harder; you knew it would bruise.

“Oh, fuck.” He let out a moan and started playing with your clit again, while hitting your spot at the same time. “Cum, baby girl.” The second he said it, you came undone seeing white stars your mind going blank. Kibum hit his high just shortly after with another deep moan, as you felt his cum filling you up. He pulled out his cock and you felt his cum leaking out of you dripping down your thighs were a tongue started to lick it up. You turned around and took

off the tie just to be met by Kibum’s lips. He pushed his cum into your mouth with his tongue, causing you to moan into the kiss. Your lips parted, a thin string of saliva and cum connecting your mouths.

“We just finished, but I wanna go again.” You smiled. “Baby girl, lunch time is almost over. We need to leave first and then we can do whatever we want.”

At home you saw Taemin laying on the couch as you walked by.

“There hasn’t been a day now that I’ve seen you not limp. If you two,” he pointed at Kibum “especially you, don’t get yourself under control, she is going to end up needing a new hip sooner than later. Haven’t you gotten tired of it after summer break?”

“Taemin look who’s talking, huh? I’ve heard you many nights having fun with that musician kid and that theatre guy and I said nothing.” you bit back playfully.

“Yeah but we’re interesting. I don’t get straights.”

“Who said we were straight?” Kibum remarked. Taemin looked at Kibum dead in the eye for a minute until he turned looking at you “Alright, I like him, he’s approved. Now watch a movie with me I’m bored.” he whined, you knew that they’d get along just fine.

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travelswithagourmet · 5 years

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We were going to @lamerdubai today but I got a confirmation for a table at the week-old @fikadxb so we went there instead. ...In the new spa/gym annex where the old Jamie Oliver used to be,is a modern bright new concept by @chefizu with an emphasis on fresh seafood. ...As with most of Chef Izu’s restaurants, meals start with fresh bread, his own olive oil, balsamic vinegar & fresh lemon juice. At Fika,there is also a side plate of cheese & roasted peppers. ...We shared a few starters: smoked aubergine which gave the eggplant a meat-like texture & flavor, calamari Provençal & sushi rolls: spicy tuna, sea bream & bluefin tuna (which are not on the menu yet). ...The chef sent us two other small plates to try: blueberry Feta - a new take on watermelon Feta that seems to be everywhere these days. I enjoyed the contrast of the salty cheese, fresh mint & sweet blueberries. He also sent out a burrata salad. ....We also had a couple of Brittany oysters with both mignonette & ponzu. ...Four of ordered two main courses to share: a whole sea bass & lobster linguine. The fish was chosen from the fresh display then offered in three ways: grilled, salt-crusted or baked. We had it grilled & it was served whole with the bones removed with olive oil& chives. When fish is this fresh, that’s all it really needs. The lobster linguine was a hefty portion of pasta in a sweet cherry tomato sauce & large chunks of Canadian lobster. One other person ordered two starters as his main: escargots bourguignon & steak tartar, both French classics done right. ...For dessert, we were happy to share the warm chocolate mousse which, from experience, I knew would be big enough for all five of us to share but the chef very kindly sent out other desserts:the unique « tiramisu » -a gooey chocolate brownie & a giant dollop of mascarpone cream,saffron milk cake,crumble-topped mango panna cotta,orange rice pudding & chocolate ice cream. We couldn’t resist several more bites because who wants to refuse dessert? https://www.instagram.com/p/B34pq-tHv2K/?igshid=1kld42mrtmt4o

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Undisclosed Desires (chapter three) (Pearlet) - Blue Seydoux

AN: Hello, lovely people! This chapter wasn’t written as I had planned it initially, but hopefully it isn’t a disappointment. The next chapter will be the last one. Leave me comments telling me your thoughts about it. Hope you enjoy it x

Waking up the next day with Violet cuddled up in his arms, Matt was on cloud nine. He had missed these simple moments he cherished every time they traveled together. Violet opened her eyes and they stayed in each other’s arms whispering sweet nothings. They got up later on and got dressed quickly, Violet prepared breakfast and then woke up her son. Matt helped her with clothing and feeding him. Matt and Violet went their separate ways with Violet rushing to drop her son at daycare before going to work and Matt returning to his own house to change his clothes he wore the day before.

Matt had a different idea of what these coming days would consist of; he had imagined he would be able to stay with Violet until her husband returned but she was pretty adamant on not risking it. Violet did decide on her own, however, to stay longer at work after everyone else has left.

The beautiful brunette was straddling Matt’s thigh and riding it, fully clothed, with her skirt hiked up, while her lover was sitting in his armchair, with the zipper of his pants undone and his fully erect dick out. They were kissing messily while Violet was stroking his member, they were both moaning into each other’s mouth. Matt kept on whispering I love you while kissing her. After a while, while still dry humping him, Violet took Matt’s hand and started sucking on one of his fingers while staring at him.

-Stop teasing meee, Matt whispered into her ear.

Violet looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes, slid off his leg and got down on her knees in front of him. She took his dick in her hands and gave it a small kiss on its tip. Then slowly, she rolled her tongue over his undershaft, the tip again, before wrapping her lips around his dick. Violet slid her mouth down, taking his entire length in and started sucking him off.

-Babe. Oh god. God, Violet.

Matt was running his hands through Violet’s hair while eliciting the most delicious moans until Violet worked him up so much, sucking him harder, he started gripping the armrest and bucking his hips.

-Fuuuuuck. Baby, I don’t want to cum now.

Matt lifted Violet up and laid her on his desk. He took off her skirt and tugged on the thong with his mouth, giving the already wet cloth a few licks before burying his face between her thighs.

-I want to camp in here.

-You’re an idiot, Violet laughed.

-But I’m your idiot, Matt smiled.

Matt slid off her thong and placed her legs over his shoulders before positioning his dick at her entrance.

-What are you doing? Aren’t you gonna wear a condom?

-Baby, I really want to feel you for once, really feel you. I’ll pull out, I swear.

-You’re kidding, right?! Where’s your condom?

-Uuum..I don’t think I have one on me.

-This isn’t happening in that case!

Violet removed her legs and wanted to get up but Matt placed his hand on her shoulder and steadied her on the table.

-Wait, wait, wait..I might have one. Let me see.

Matt went through the pockets of his pants and fished a rubber out of it, slid it over his cock and placed Violet’s legs over his shoulders again.

-So, you do have one, Violet said, raising one eyebrow, eying him suspiciously.

Matt kept quiet, preferring not to reveal the reason he didn’t want to be safe with her.

-Whatever, Matty.

Matt smiled at Violet, kissed her inner thigh, and pushed himself inside of her. He started slowly pumping in and out of her while kissing her neck occasionally before quickening his pace gradually. Matt and Violet were both groaning in pleasure, breathing heavily.

-Harder, Matt! Fuck me harder!

-Harder?

-Yeah..yees..yeeesss.

Matt started pounding into Violet the hardest he could, hoping to God it would be hard enough to break the rubber and give her a reason to leave her husband for him. He wasn’t that lucky.

Saturday came and Matt woke up with one idea set on his mind: He wanted Violet to be his. Fully his. He was done sharing her with Max. He called her up in the morning and invited her over for dinner at his place, telling her to leave Joshua with a babysitter that evening. Matt was kind of ashamed of how he was planning on approaching the subject the day before and chose this time to confide in his lover with his wishes.

Come nighttime, Violet knocked on Matt’s door and waited for him to open for her. She was kind of excited to be there, it would be the first time she visits him at home. He had said over the phone that he’s going to cook for her and she didn’t know what to expect..during their travels, they always dined and had lunch in restaurants or at the hotel. She agreed to come over since Max is only two days away from the end of his vacation, and she wasn’t planning on having Matt back over her house so soon if anyone had seen them the other day.

The lock turned and Matt was face to face with Violet. She smiled at him while he gawked at her. She had worn a tea length, strapless, black dress with an embroidered floral motif on the velvet cloth on the front. It was tight too, helping to accentuate her hourglass figure. Her hair was styled in a messy updo and she’d worn gold earrings, bracelets, and watch and black stilettos.

-Pumpkin…, Matt swallowed hard.

-Yes?

Matt grabbed her hand and quickly got her inside the house, closing the door behind them and pinned her against it. He held Violet’s face with one hand and kissed her passionately, making her toes curl. She wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair.

-You’re delicious, Matt said softly and gave her neck a kiss before leading her into a small room.

Violet gasped at the décor. Matt had transformed his study room into a romantic oasis for them. The room was filled with endless bouquets of violets and orchids on the furniture and on the floor and candles were placed everywhere as the only other source of light with the glow from the fireplace. Across the fireplace, pillows of different sizes were scattered on the carpet, surrounding a low coffee table which had two candles and silverware on it. Chet Baker was playing softly in the background. The brown leather sofa, curtains, and vintage figurines in the room added to the warmth and coziness of the setting.

-Matt, I have no words for this. I just can’t believe you did that…..oh, look! It’s us!

Violet had spotted on the desk and library framed pictures of them together. They were taken during their travels and all of them were in Matt’s possession, Violet couldn’t keep any. She picked up each photo one by one, smiling at the memories. There were photographs of them lying on the grass in front of the Tower of Eiffel in each other’s arms, eating watermelon and making goofy faces in Sri Lanka, them sharing a kiss at the LGBT pride in Amsterdam, Violet with flowers covering her beautiful mane at a flower festival in Japan, Violet and Matt laughing while holding a wombat at a wildlife park in Australia, among others.

-I wish I can keep a copy of these, Violet said in a low, sad voice.

Matt squeezed her hand and ushered her over to the fireplace where she sat on the pillows. Her smile soon returned to her face when Matt brought in the food he had prepared.

-Prepare to be judged harshly, mister! Violet exclaimed.

Matt’s menu consisted of a creamy mushroom soup, potatoes cooked with different herbs and spices with sour cream on the side, grilled salmon with a mango and avocado salsa and coconut rice, and for dessert a panna cotta with berry coulis. Violet ate a small quantity of each dish and cursed herself for wearing such a tight dress.

-I’m impressed..that’s quite the upgrade from the grilled cheese sandwich you brag you can make at work!

-Well, thank god, Matt laughed. It’s going to be easy to lure you into coming here from now on.

-Not a chance!

With their plates and bowls empty, the table was placed at the end of the room and Matt sat on the pillows again with Violet on his lap. He took Violet’s hand in his and squeezed it gently.

-Violet.

-Matt.

-I need to ask you something.

-I knew you were buttering me up for something! I knew it!

Matt smiled.

-Violet, I’m crazy about you. But we can’t carry on like this.

-What do you mean..?

-I love you. You’ve made me..the happiest man alive. I wake up thinking about you, I go to bed thinking about you. And in between, I’m consumed by dreams about you, about us. When I wake up..I want You to be snuggled up by my side, and when I go to bed..I want to see You here, next to me. Violet, I want you to be my wife.

Violet stared at Matt and kept quiet.

-This isn’t official though, he laughed lightly. When I’m going to ask you again, I’ll have a ring, and it’ll be way more romantic than this.

-But I’m already married.., whispered Violet and looked down at her hands.

-Yes, that’s where I’m getting at. I need you to leave your husband.

Matt lifted Violet’s face up with his hand under her chin.

-Sweetheart, I love you. And the thought of you returning back to him..every day..I just can’t deal with that anymore. We can’t live a half-life like this. You can’t tell me you’re happy like that.

-What about Joshua?

-What about him? Pumpkin, I’ll take care of him as if he’s my own. I love you both. You don’t have to worry about that.

-This isn’t going to be easy, Matt. Are you sure about this?

-Violet, I’ve never been surer about anything else in my life. I want you. I want to start a family with you. Just imagine the little munchkins we’d have running around the house, Matt said softly with a smile while stroking her cheek with his thumb.

-Oh, Matty..they’d be the cutest.

Violet kept quiet for a while, pondering about a life with Matt.

-This isn’t going to be easy, Matt. At all. Just give me time. I really don’t know how to break it off with Max. And doing this to him is going to be as hurtful for me too. Oh god, I don’t know, Matty. The thought of breaking his heart. And he’s been the sweetest to me. He doesn’t deserve that.

Matt took both of Violet’s hands and kissed them.

-Pumpkin, I know I’m asking a lot of you. I know that. But, I want to know you’re serious about this. That there’s a future to what we have. Or else, what’s the point? You’re either going to break his heart or mine. So, choose.

-I want You, Matt.

-Then, promise me you’ll start working on us.

-I promise. Just give me time, okay?

Matt kissed her softly and held her in his arms. They cuddled until it was time for Violet to go home. All the while they were listening to Chet Baker, and Violet couldn’t help but think how fitting his voice was. How singing about love could be so bittersweet like that with an air of impending doom.

On Sunday, Matt and Violet decided to spend their last free day at a deserted beach in a nearby town that was an hour long away from theirs. They went in two separate cars though and Violet brought with her Joshua and Matt had Honey with him. It was quite liberating for the both of them to be outside, in the sun, and act like a normal family. No one was on that stretch of the beach except for a couple of old fishermen. They swam, built sandcastles and played with the dog. They even took a boat ride with the fishermen to the delight of Joshua who kept on giggling the whole time, enjoying the feel of the breeze on his face and squealing if the boat rocked a bit harder against the waves. Matt kept on referring to Violet as his wife, and she blushed every time he did so.

At the end of the day, they packed their bags and threw them in the cars’ trunks. Matt put Honey in his car and closed the door, while Violet was securing Joshua in his baby seat in the back of her car. As soon as she shut the door, Matt wrapped his arms around her.

-I’m going to miss you, Mrs. Lent.

-You’re seeing me tomorrow, Matthew, Violet said while shaking her head and laughing.

-It’s Mr. Lent.

-Alright, Mr. Lent. You know I did not even take my husband’s name. I’m still a Chachki.

-Oh, I know you’re proud like that.

Matt pressed his body against hers and gave her a long passionate kiss.

-I think I’m quite up for this challenge, turning you into a Lent, he whispered.

Violet closed her eyes and pretended to agree before getting inside her car and telling him:

-Violet Lent sounds horrible though.

Violet drove off while Matt laughed, watching her go.

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Max returned home Monday morning to find Violet and Joshua both tanned. He checked his son’s room first and found him still asleep so he closed the door quietly and went to the master bedroom to find Violet still in bed too. Max sat on the bed next to his wife and kissed her exposed shoulder softly.

-Vi, wake up, sweetheart. You have to go to work.

-Max! You’re back!

Max kissed Violet passionately and looked at her.

-I’ve missed you, darling. You could have at least left me a text or called me while I was away.

-Sorryyy, Violet said and pouted her lips.

-So. You went to the beach.

-Uh huh. I took Joshua with me. We had a really good time. We went on a boat ride too with these two fishermen..you should have seen the look on his face, how happy he was!

-That’s great to hear, Max smiled.

Max took off his clothes and sat down on the bed next to Violet, he quickly lifted her up, placed her on top of him and took off her nightie. He started touching her tanned body all over then placed his hands on her waist while she started rolling her hips. Having spent all these days with Matt, Violet felt a rush of guilt and felt like making it up to Max, even with him not knowing what she’s been doing. And despite her not being in love with Max, she did love him. In her own way. He had been her best friend for so long.

-You look so sexy tanned like that, Max whispered.

Violet finally stopped rolling her hips and placed his dick inside of her. They both moaned in pleasure as she started bouncing on top of him. After a while, Max came and Violet kissed him when he did. She went to the bathroom to finish herself off with thoughts of her and Matt.

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When Violet’s shift at work had ended, Matt called for her to come to his office.

-Soooo, did you tell him?

-Matt, he just got back home.

-And? His bags are already packed. Let him leaaave.

-You sound like a brat, Mr. Lent, Violet smiled.

Matt came close to Violet and placed his hands on her waist.

-Come on, let’s have a quickie before you go home.

-I can’t. I had sex with Max in the morning.

-Why would you tell me that?????!!!!! Why are you two even fucking?!

-Matty, he’s my husband. I can’t always tell him that I’m not in the mood. We barely fuck. He’ll get suspicious.

Matt stepped back and started pacing around the room, running his fingers through his blond hair.

-That’s the point! I don’t even want him to be suspicious. I want him to know! You should be working on breaking it off with him, not fucking him! Jesus.

Matt stopped in his tracks and went back in front of Violet. He grabbed her face and kissed her roughly.

-Mine.

-Soon, I promise you, Matt.

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The next few days, Violet spent them as a nervous wreck. Every time she tried to open the subject with Max, he would look at her with his gentle eyes and she’d change the subject. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a life with him, pretending to be satisfied with everything, pretending to be in love with him. Every time she’d take deep breaths and imagine her future life with Matt, she could just see the tiny babies they’d have with deep blue eyes the same as Matt’s, and she’d imagine them both growing old together throughout the years with the same love and passion they have for each other right now. But then, she’d face Max and her confidence would fade.

—

Matt was getting out of the bank when he spotted Max and Violet sitting at a café across the building. He was paralyzed and couldn’t stop watching them. They must be there waiting to get Joshua from daycare since the place is near, he thought. He stayed in the shadows, checking their every move. They were sitting across from each other and they were both smiling and laughing and chatting away. Matt thought that Violet’s description of their relationship was pretty accurate. He had asked her once about her relationship with her husband and it made sense with their body language. Violet did look like she was enjoying Max’s company, it wasn’t a fake smile or a fake laugh. She didn’t look annoyed or wanted to be somewhere else. But they did seem more like friends than lovers or a couple. There was none of that playfulness Violet has when she was with Matt. When Matt and Violet were out of the country, they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. They were always teasing each other in public, touching in some way or another. Violet wasn’t running her hand along Max’s arm like she did mindlessly when she’s with Matt, she wasn’t playing with Max’s hair while talking, she wasn’t holding Max’s hand and squeezing it gently.

The couple stood up and went inside a nearby building. After a few minutes, they got out with Max holding a sleepy Joshua who just lost his shoe. Violet picked it up and put it back on his tiny feet and the trio walked away to their car as Matt felt a pang of jealousy. Despite knowing with whom Violet’s heart belonged to, he was searing with anger, sadness, and jealousy of what he thought he was being robbed of. He wanted Violet. He wanted to go and have a cup of coffee with her in public in their own country without being afraid of someone seeing them. He wanted to go and pick up their children from daycare. All these simple daily life activities, he wanted that. He’d been patient with her for a couple of weeks now, not asking her if she broke the news to her husband. He didn’t know how long he could stay that patient though.

—

Violet was shaking in her bedroom. She went to vomit in the bathroom, washed her mouth, brushed her teeth and came back to sit on her bed. She didn’t want that. She never wanted that to happen. If there was a chance before she could’ve broken it off with Max, she now couldn’t with what she’s discovered. She held back her tears and prayed that there’s a solution out of this.

—

Matt noticed a change in Violet’s behavior throughout the next couple of weeks. She seemed to avoid talking with him for long and went back to her office quickly, and the few times they hooked up in his office after work, she would either look like she has something on her mind the whole time, or she would tear up a bit when they were done. He’d ask her what’s wrong but she’d brush it off as being sensitive these days. Matt thought that Violet must be close to breaking up with her husband so he would just hug her and give her words of reassurance.

—

After a month, Matt grew impatient with how static their relationship was. He’d have hoped that Violet would have told Max everything by now and moved in with him. But it seems that this wasn’t happening anytime soon so he told her to stay longer after work to talk.

Violet was shaking uncontrollably before going to Matt’s office. She had to tell him. She had to. She couldn’t keep it hidden anymore. She just hoped that Matt would be understanding. She knocked on the door and went inside his office.

-Heeey, sweetheart.

Matt greeted her and kissed her softly.

-You look lovely, pumpkin. So. Do I book us a honeymoon suite in Italy or what?

Despite how serious the subject is, Matt still wanted to lighten the mood up.

-Maybe next year…, Violet said in a low voice.

-Next year? Why next year? Why not this year?

Violet kept quiet.

-Violet, did you tell your husband? Something? Anything?…just anything that might hint at it would be a good start.

-No.

-No?

-No.

Violet kept quiet for a while then looked up at him with sad eyes.

-Matt, I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant with Max’s baby.

Matt stared back at Violet as he turned white. He was hoping to god it was a joke. That all of this was not true. But Violet started talking with a shaky voice.

-I’m pregnant and I-

-You’ve been playing me.

-What?

-You’ve been playing me! All this time! You never had any intentions to leave him! You were just bored with your life and needed a thrill! You knew I have feelings for you and took advantage of that!

Matt started shouting hysterically at Violet, he couldn’t take in that his dreams would be crushed like that so suddenly.

-What? Matt, I-

-YOU DON’T LOVE ANYONE! YOU DON’T LOVE ME OR YOUR HUSBAND! YOU JUST PLAYED ME LIKE YOU’VE BEEN PLAYING HIM ALL THIS TIME!

Violet started sobbing as she spoke, talking quickly before Matt could interrupt her.

-Matt, please stop saying such things. You know how I feel about you. I never intended for this to happen. I swear. I never wanted this baby. It’s been a shock for me too.

-OH REALLY? YOU NEVER HAD ANY TROUBLE TELLING ME TO WEAR A RUBBER. YOU COULD’VE EASILY TOLD YOUR HUSBAND THE SAME TOO.

-Matt, please, please, believe me-

-Violet, get out.

-What?

-GET OUT. I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU RIGHT NOW.

-No, I’m staying here till you calm down. Please, Matty-

Matt grabbed Violet’s wrist, got her out of his office and locked the door. Violet stayed on the other side, banging with her hands at the door and sobbing her heart out, yelling at him to open up for her.

-MATT, PLEASE OPEN UP. PLEASE. PLEASE, I BEG YOU. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT YOU. YOU’RE JUST MAD AND NOT SEEING RIGHT. PLEASE, SWEETHEART, BELIEVE ME. I’VE NEVER MISLEAD YOU. MATT, PLEAAAASE.

Matt was torn up inside his office. But his anger was the getting the better of him. He didn’t want to believe reason. He opened the door abruptly and grabbed Violet’s hand, dragging her outside of the workplace. When they reached the entrance door, he released her hand.

-Violet, you’re fired. I don’t want to see you ever again. I swear to god if you come back tomorrow, I’m telling your husband everything.

Matt slammed the door shut. Violet stayed outside screaming and crying but after half an hour of that, with no energy left in her, she dragged herself back home. She was thankful that everyone was asleep at her house so no one could see her cry. Violet bawled her eyes out in the bathroom, wanting out of this nightmare, but kept on repeating to herself that tomorrow is another day, and hopefully, Matt would calm down by then.

When Matt saw Violet leave, he went outside and drove his car maniacally back to his house. He went to the study room and started drinking. After he was done downing half a bottle of whiskey, he turned around and noticed the framed photo of Violet and himself kissing. He took it in his hand and looked at it.

-VIOLET CHACHKI, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A WHORE.

Matt threw the photo across the room and the glass smashed as it landed on the floor. He started grabbing their framed photographs one by one and throwing them across the room, growing crazier by the minute, hearing the glass crack. He ran over the nearest one on the floor, picked it up, and wanted to tear it apart into a million pieces and throw it in the fire but he couldn’t. He froze on the floor looking at the picture with Violet in Japan, the one where they decorated her hair with flowers, where he thought she looked so ethereal in her white gown and white and pink surroundings. Matt broke down finally and started sobbing and wailing, looking at the picture and hugging it to his chest.

-Violet, I love you. Why did you have to ruin things for us?

Matt kept on crying hysterically in the middle of the mess he created. After what seemed like forever, he fell asleep on the floor, surrounded by the memories he’ll never have the chance to live again.

#blue seydoux #pearlet #smut #fluff #angst #violet chachki #pearl liaison #max malanaphy #rpdr fanfiction #submission #undisclosed desires #m/f au #office au

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★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

TAGGED BY: I forget TAGGING: Y’all 1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? "Dr. Ricardo Carillo.” 2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? "That is my real name.” 3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? "I was named for my grandfather. And he for his. It’s a family tradition.” 4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “Well, signora, that depends on you. Shall we say dinner?” He smiles and chuckles lightly. 5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? "Powers!? Haha. I’m a spinto tenor, and a microbiologist of sorts, if that is what you’re asking.” 6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? "Brown.” 7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? “No. Someone tried once as a prank. They regretted it.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? “Si. Mama is still with me. Then there’s some family in kanto from my tutu’s side, and a large family in la patria, from my papa’s side.” 9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? “I do. Would you like to meet my principessa? I have her with me tonight.” He takes a small dog from his bag and holds her up for kisses. She’s wearing a little bow in her fur and seems the most pampered toy dog in existence. She’s also bright pink. “This is her grace, Panna Cotta.” 10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. "I dislike the ocean. Or any large open body of water. I have poor experiences with them.” 11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? “I like to sing. A lot. I do my vocal exercises while I’m cleaning. I also like to dance. There’s a ballroom group on Akala. They have lessons for beginners to professional.” 12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? “No one can avoid unintentionally hurting someone. It’s best to think of your actions and do better as you go along.” 13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? He stares unblinking at the reporter. “Signora, I work to prevent disease. There are always failures in experimentation. We do the best we can, but it is impossible to avoid the occasional loss.” 14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? All he does is raise an eyebrow and growl. 15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “I suppose I constantly blame myself for things I have no control over. That and the usual vices.” 16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? “I look up to those that I love. They’re great people, full of flaws and perfectly them. It’s something I admire in a person.” 17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? “None of your business.” 18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? "I have doctorates in environmental and medical microbiology, signora. As well as other degrees in performance, music, and the teaching of those.” 19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? "That’s a somewhat complicated question. Short answer; yes. I would like to have a family.” 20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? “Fans? I suppose my loved ones enjoy my singing.They haven’t thrown anything at me yet.”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? “Nothing I will publicly outline. Those who need to know, will know.” 22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “My uniform and hazard suit, or I suppose my gym clothes. I don’t have as much opportunity to dress casually as I would like.” 23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “....As much as I can, si.” 24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? “Oh are we going to get into class politics? I would rather we not.” 25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? "Enough to know I don’t tell them I love them often enough.” 26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? ”Depends on how it’s made. La cottura del mamma è il migliore.“ 27. FAVORITE DRINK? “I like a nice negroni before dinner. Otherwise, mango and coconut juice. Or strawberry milk.” 29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? “Hmm.. In a lover’s arms. There is nothing better. Oh yes! Or snuggling with you, Panna.” He chuckles in response to his dog’s whine and she licks his nose. 30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? He uncrosses his legs and leans forward with a coy head tilt. "I’m interested in getting to know you, signora.” 31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? “Okay.. What the hell kind of question is that?” 32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? “Did I not just say I hate open water? I’d rather not swim at all.” 33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? “Who wants to know?” 34. ANY FETISHES? “If you continue to ask inappropriate questions, I’m leaving.” 35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? The doctor gets up and walks out the door, dog tucked under his arm. 36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? He’s not coming back. 37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? I can hear Panna Cotta’s barks grow more distant.

#meme team

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azure7539arts · 7 years

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Prompt Fill #2

For the 007 Games’s Bond Girls Day and prompt table 009, trope reversal, which can be found here.

► Other fills for the 009 Prompt Table: (1)

Warning: None. Other than a bit of sloppy humor and possible boredom ahead. And a slightly strange format.

-Short fill under the cut-

The day shines grey but clear, and Chef Eve Moneypenny is once again out to continue her mission of refreshing people's everyday meals with homemade dishes that are easy, quick to make, and packed with healthy nutrition. However, this time, she is much, much closer to home.

Chef Moneypenny, how are you feeling?

"Oh, I'm feeling great," Eve says, smiling brightly as she continues her brisk walk down the road, the asphalt still wet from a recent drizzle. "It's good to be back in England again after a long time being away." She seems to contemplate something before saying, "Our meeting today is actually going to be with a friend of mine, who is looking to impress his partner with a nice, homecooked dinner."

She winks, heading down along the slope.

Eve is standing in front of a door in what appears to be a condominium. The number on the door is blurred out, and she presses the doorbell.

It does not take long for the door to open, revealing a slightly older blond man, probably in his forties, with a muscular build.

"Hey," Eve greets with a grin.

Said man smiles, seeming pleased. Until he turns toward the cameraman, staring dead into the screen.

Mr James appears to be a bit uncomfortable with being filmed, but it's entirely normal to be nervous, so don't worry, sir. So what are your ideas for tonight's dinner plan, Mr James?

James's eyebrows flex, but eventually, his lips twitch upward into a smile awkward enough to crack. "Something simple," he says, arms crossed, a hint of smugness in his tone as his reply as essentially a repeat of the show's very own agenda.

Suddenly, James jerks a little before inching away from Eve.

"Something Asian-themed," he murmured, smiling more now, abrupt all charms and fluidly, a touch of ironic pain and restraint. "Something... hot and hearty."

"And I have just the menu in mind for you," Eve announces, nudging James in the ribcage. "Simple and quick and a four-course meal to suit your fancy, too." For the first time, James seems pleased. "Excellent."

The market is rather crowded.

"So the menu I'm thinking about right now—" Eve begins, "—is we start of with a fresh green papaya salad, followed by fried wontons with a soy sauce dipping as the appetizer. Our entrée will be a rustic mussels and shrimps in Thai spicy broth served with rice, and mango Panna Cotta for dessert."

She turns to their guest. "Come on." Eve gestures him to follow her.

They are in the process of buying mangoes.

"Please tell you at least know how to pick out good ingredients for good food, what with all the ridiculously luxurious food you ate before," Eve deadpans, possible half-joking.

When she receives a long, silent stare, she sucks in a breath, rolls her eyes, and turns away.

Chef Moneypenny is nothing but wise enough to pick her battles.

"So the first thing we're going to do," Chef Moneypenny is rolling up her sleeves to prepare for cooking, "is to make the Panna Cotta first so it has time to set in the fridge."

While James doesn't seem to know much about grocery shopping, it soon becomes apparent that he can handle a knife extremely well.

So is your partner the one who usually does the cooking, James?

James's eyes flick over sharply, but his expression mellows out and another smile unfurled on his lips, same as before. "Sometimes, only when he's not too busy."

Oh. Do you usually help him with the cutting and chopping then? You seem very familiar with this part.

"You can call it a special, acquired talent."

His smile seems to turn a little cryptic then, but the edge disappears in a flash.

Chef is showing her friend how to cook.

"No, James, no! I told you not to do exactly just that!"

"No, no. You're supposed to wrap them like this—... No!"

"Gentle, gentle, gentle... Ugh, you ruin it."

"You do realize you don't see this dish served like this in any decent restaurant you go to right? Yeah."

35 minutes later, the Panna Cotta is already sitting in the fridge, its first layer setting. The papaya is peeled, finely cut into thin strip; the rice only has a few more minutes until it's cooked; and the wontons are wrapped and waiting to be fried.

Chef Moneypenny is working with James on the entrée.

James, how are you feeling about this so far? Is cooking easier than you think, or just as difficult as how you imagine it to be?

"Depends." James leers at Eve, who unashamedly flashes him her smirk. "Although when you are cooking with a Michelin-starred chef, she's already doing most of the hard work." He shrugs when Eve nods with a hum.

We are out in the hallway just around the corner from where James's place is. A younger man just walks up to the door, takes out the key, and opens it.

"Hmm, something smells good," the man, his hair a mop of tousled dark curls, says.

"Welcome home." It is James, pulling in husband in and closing the door behind him, chancing a nod toward Eve over the younger man's shoulder. "I have dinner on."

"Oh!" Their voices now become nothing but a faint echo. "Really?"

"Really."

* You seem to have enjoyed it immensely, Chef. It is drizzling again, but only lightly now.

"Of course." Eve grins, hands in her jacket's pockets. "Helping a friend out is always good, especially when it involves good food and actually training some new tricks into him."

[BLOOPER 1]

“Really, Eve? Do you really have to record this?”

The hushed conversation comes from the kitchen.

“Just smile for the camera, James. Or I’m going home, yeah?”

Pause.

“Fine. But just you wait, one day you’ll need my help.”

“Yes. Just don’t hold your breath, darling.”

[BLOOPER 2]

"Did you get all of it?" Eve asks, and Lin, her cameraman, nodded.

"Why didn't you stay a little longer though?" he asks, lowering the camera down from his shoulder. "To meet your friend's husband, and, I don't know, take a bit of credit for that nice menu?"

Eve's snickers are gleeful, wicked and loud in the quiet street. "Don't worry, we've got all the blackmailing materials we need."

End.

#My writing #007 games #007 fest #00Q #eve moneypenny #point tag #this has been a weird weird fill

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