ㅤㅤ" you're a terrible influence. remind me— why do i let you hang out with my son? "
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ㅤㅤ" you're a terrible influence. remind me— why do i let you hang out with my son? "
closed starter for @bloodrodeo.
closed starter for @felixferitas.
ㅤㅤpink, low-rise tracksuit bottoms sit just below the curve of her swaying hips, the back of which was embezzled with the glistening juicy branding that her daughter called her trashy for wearing. honeyed spoon is trapped between her lips as she sucked off the golden remnants — one hand prepping her kettle to boil whilst the other carefully cradled her slice of toast, manicured fingertips resting against the crusts in an attempt to avoid stickiness. it's worth noting that she's only wearing a bra from the waist up — a pretty and black lacy number that matched the g-string that poked above the waistband of her sweats. but it's her day off, and there was no one else at home, and so she doesn't even worry when she hears footsteps behind her — still stood with her swaying back to the door as she took a bite from her toast, bending at the hip some as she reached over the counter to turn the radio down.
ㅤㅤ" i thought you'd already left for class, sweetheart? " metal clinks against metal as she tossed the spoon in the sink, cursing under her breath as the string of honey that formed between her lips and the remainder of her breakfast swung and fell against her upper torso. she spins on her heels, reaching out for a plate to place her breakfast down on before she's dropping it completely — startled at the sight of a six foot (minimum) model of a man in her kitchen, and not her daughter. " holy sh— sorry. " she's laughing as she apologised, cheeks reddening as she swallowed thickly. " hana's one night stand? hi, i'm hana's mum. did she not wake you up before she left for class? " her loss, she thinks — warm brown eyes greedily raking along his physique before settling on arguably the handsomest face she'd ever laid eyes on, causing her demeanour to soften a tad. " i'd offer to shake your hand but, i'm kinda sticky. "
ㅤㅤ" don't you think you should be talking to someone your own age? "
closed starter for @xinxiins.
ㅤㅤsuccessful business woman aside, minji was nothing more than a doting mother. having been thrust into the role of single motherhood in her late teens, she'd spent her life bettering herself to provide for her son — building a mini empire with bar's spanning across england, america and south korea alike. sure, she'd been lucky enough to marry into money, and the financial support (and connections) of her loving husband definitely didn't hurt, but it was all to do right by haneul, her baby ryu; to provide him with whatever he needed, or wanted, in life. even if it had cost her thousands in training and equipment. but the investments had all been worth it in the end, what with her son's newfound success as a professional footballer. she'd always felt like she was destined to be a football-mom.
ㅤㅤthe only slight hinderance was how handsome the rest of his team was. she'd never struggled at being a good mother and loyal wife before, but the young athletes only posed a serious moral dilemma for the forty-one year old. though it wasn't a crime to admire from behind the comfort of shades whenever she was on the sidelines for practice, providing moral support and free catering for the team. and the fact that she'd just finished a negatively heated phone call with her husband definitely helped to lessen her marital guilt. she could only hope that her conversation had been hushed enough to keep her frustrations private. oh well. at least she had a distracting enough view.
ㅤㅤshe watched as a few of the players, haneul included, disappeared into the tunnel — head turning back towards the rows of seats before a hand clutches at her heart, a small gasp sounding when she saw atlas. " oh, atlas— are you trying to give me a heart attack? " voice was light and playful when she pushed sunglasses up to sit atop of her head, brushing silky bangs out from her face as she smiled up at him. " i hope you didn't hear any of that. but i wouldn't be surprised — my husband's voice is painfully loud. but, enough about him. what can i do for you, atlas? "
closed starter for @athl3tes.
ㅤㅤ" it's just a little sun lotion. it's not like i'm asking you to fuck me. " not yet, at least.
closed starter for @rampxnt.
Miss me Minji?
From Samuel
@agentwicked
ㅤㅤthe question has her cheeks reddening and her mouth drying as she tries to conceal her infatuation. but it proves to be a near impossible task. she can't stop the small smile that curls at glossy lips, shoulders rising and falling in a weak attempt to feign nonchalance. " maybe. why? do you miss me? "
closed/surprise starter for @craveds!
ㅤㅤ" i spoke to haneul this morning. " her voice is quiet and her tone of a much colder temperature than her usual bubbly one whenever she was in his company. " he said that you've been going on and on about some girlfriend. "