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A Royal Surprise
Max Verstappen x Princess of Wales!Reader
Summary: in which Max 1) forgot to tell his team that he has a girlfriend and 2) forgot to tell his team that the girlfriend in question is the future Queen of England ⊠oops?
One of Red Bull Racingâs PR officers, Leslie, sits in the back of the conference room, her pen poised over her notepad as she listens to the team debrief. Itâs a typical Thursday morning, with engineers and drivers discussing the upcoming race weekend. Leslieâs eyes flit between Max Verstappen and his teammate as they offer their insights on car performance and track conditions.
âThe balance felt off in turn three during the sim,â Max says, leaning back in his chair. âWe might need to adjust the downforce.â
Leslie jots this down, already planning how to phrase it for the press conference later that afternoon. Just another normal day at Red Bull Racing, she thinks.
But then, Max casually adds, âOh, and by the way, you might see some extra security around this weekend. My girlfriendâs coming to watch the race.â
Leslieâs pen stills. Thereâs something in Maxâs tone that makes her look up sharply.
âGirlfriend?â Christian Horner raises an eyebrow. âI didnât know you were seeing anyone seriously.â
Max shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. âYeah, itâs been a few months now. Weâve been keeping it quiet.â
Leslie leans forward, her PR senses tingling. âAnyone we know?â She asks, trying to keep her voice casual.
Maxâs grin widens. âYou could say that. Itâs Y/N.â
The room falls silent. Leslie blinks, sure she must have misheard. âIâm sorry, did you say Y/N? As in ...â
âThe Princess of Wales, yeah,â Max confirms, as if heâs just mentioned dating a local girl from down the street.
Leslieâs notepad slips from her fingers, clattering to the floor. The sound seems to break the spell of silence thatâs fallen over the room.
âMax,â Christian says slowly, âare you telling us that youâre dating the future Queen of England?â
Max nods, still looking far too relaxed for someone whoâs just dropped a bombshell of international proportions. âThatâs right.â
Leslieâs mind is spinning. Images of tabloid headlines and diplomatic incidents flash before her eyes. She stands up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. âI need to make some calls,â she says weakly.
But before she can escape, Christian holds up a hand. âWait, Leslie. We need to handle this carefully. Max, how long has this been going on?â
âAbout six months,â Max replies. âWe met at a charity event in London. Hit it off right away.â
Leslie sinks back into her chair, her head in her hands. âSix months,â she mutters. âYouâve been dating the Princess of Wales for six months, and weâre just finding out now?â
Max has the grace to look a bit sheepish. âWe wanted to keep it private for as long as possible. You know how it is with the media.â
Oh, Leslie knows. She knows all too well. âMax,â she says, trying to keep her voice steady, âdo you realize what this means? The security implications alone ...â
âItâs all been taken care of,â Max assures her. âThe palace has been very discreet.â
Leslie laughs, a slightly hysterical edge to it. âThe palace. Of course. Because now weâre dealing with actual palaces.â
Christian clears his throat. âRight. Well, this certainly changes things. Leslie, I think weâre going to need to reschedule the rest of this meeting. Can you get started on a press strategy?â
Leslie nods numbly, her mind already racing with potential scenarios and damage control plans.
As the room begins to clear, Max approaches her. âLeslie? Are you okay? You look a bit pale.â
Leslie takes a deep breath. âMax, I appreciate you telling us. But next time you decide to date royalty, maybe give us a heads up a bit sooner?â
Max chuckles. âSorry about that. If it helps, youâre handling it better than your counterpart at the palace did when you found out.â
âOh God,â Leslie groans. âIâm going to have to coordinate with the royal PR team, arenât I?â
âTheyâre actually pretty cool,â Max says. âA bit stuffy at first, but they loosen up after a while.â
Leslie shakes her head in disbelief. âI canât believe this is my life now. Okay, Max, I need you to tell me everything. How did you meet? How have you kept this secret? What are the security arrangements?â
For the next hour, Leslie grills Max on every detail of his relationship with you. She learns about secret rendezvous in Monaco, carefully orchestrated âchanceâ meetings at public events, and the challenges of dating someone whose every move is scrutinized by the world.
âAnd youâre sure about this?â Leslie asks finally. âDating her ... itâs not exactly going to be easy for you.â
Maxâs expression softens. âI know. But sheâs worth it. Weâre worth it.â
Despite her stress, Leslie feels a twinge of sympathy. It canât be easy, trying to nurture a relationship under such intense pressure.
âAlright,â she sighs. âIâll do everything I can to make this as smooth as possible. But Max, promise me one thing?â
âWhatâs that?â
âNo more bombshells, okay? My heart canât take it.â
Max grins. âWell, actually ...â
Leslieâs eyes widen in alarm. âWhat? What is it now?â
âHer father ... heâs a big F1 fan. Heâs been hinting that heâd like to attend a race.â
The room starts to spin. The last thing Leslie hears before everything goes black is Maxâs concerned voice saying, âLeslie? Leslie, are you okay?â
When Leslie comes to, sheâs lying on the conference room couch, with Max and Christian hovering over her anxiously.
âOh good, youâre awake,â Christian says, relief evident in his voice. âYou gave us quite a scare there, Leslie.â
Leslie sits up slowly, her head still spinning. âPlease tell me I dreamed all of that,â she mutters.
Max shakes his head, looking apologetic. âSorry, itâs all real. Are you okay? Should we call a doctor?â
Leslie waves him off. âNo, no, Iâm fine. Just ... processing.â She takes a deep breath, her PR training kicking in despite her shock. âOkay. Letâs take this one step at a time. First, we need to draft a statement.â
Christian nods. âGood idea. What are you thinking?â
Leslie stands up, pacing as she thinks out loud. âWe need to confirm the relationship without making too big a deal of it. Something like ... âRed Bull Racing confirms that driver Max Verstappen is in a relationship with Her Royal Highness, the Princess of Wales. We ask for privacy as they navigate this new chapter.ââ
Max frowns. âIsnât that a bit ... formal?â
Leslie sighs. âMax, youâre dating the future Queen of England. Everythingâs going to be a bit formal from now on.â
âShe hates that, you know,â Max says softly. âAll the formality. Itâs why she likes being with me. I treat her like a normal person.â
Leslie pauses in her pacing, struck by the vulnerability in Maxâs voice. âYou really care about her, donât you?â
Max nods. âMore than Iâve ever cared about anyone. Sheâs ... sheâs amazing. Smart, funny, kind. When Iâm with her, I forget about all the titles and protocol. Sheâs just ... her.â
Christian clears his throat, looking uncomfortable with the display of emotion. âThatâs all well and good, but we need to think about the bigger picture here. This relationship could have major implications for the team, for Formula 1 as a whole.â
Leslie nods, her mind already racing ahead. âWeâll need to coordinate with the palace on all public appearances. Security will need to be completely overhauled. And the media ... oh God, the media is going to have a field day with this.â
âHey,â Max says, placing a hand on Leslieâs shoulder. âWeâll figure it out. Youâre the best in the business, Leslie. If anyone can handle this, itâs you.â
Despite her stress, Leslie feels a rush of affection for the young driver. âThanks. I appreciate that. Now, letâs get back to work. We have a lot to do before this news breaks.â
As they settle back into planning mode, Leslie canât help but shake her head in disbelief. A Formula 1 driver and a princess. It sounds like something out of a fairy tale or a cheesy romance novel. But as she watches Maxâs face light up when he talks about you, she realizes that sometimes, reality is stranger â and more romantic â than fiction.
âOh, and Leslie?â Max adds as theyâre wrapping up. âAbout the King wanting to attend a race ...â
Leslie holds up a hand. âOne crisis at a time, Max. Letâs get through announcing your relationship before we start planning any more royal visits to the paddock, okay?â
Max grins. âFair enough. But just so you know, heâs particularly interested in the British Grand Prix. Says it would be âjolly good funâ to present the trophies.â
Leslie closes her eyes, already imagining the logistical nightmare. âMax, I swear, if youâre joking ...â
âWould I joke about something like this?â Max asks innocently.
Leslie looks at him for a long moment, then turns to Christian. âIâm going to need a raise. And possibly a personal team of therapists.â
Christian chuckles. âI think that can be arranged. Welcome to the new era of Red Bull Racing. Itâs going to be an interesting ride.â
As Leslie gathers her notes and prepares to face the whirlwind thatâs about to engulf them all, she canât help but smile slightly. Itâs going to be challenging, stressful, and probably more than a little crazy. But as she watches Maxâs eyes light up at the mention of your name, she realizes that maybe, just maybe, it might all be worth it in the end.
After all, who doesnât love a good fairy tale?
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HEY HELLOâŒïž SO hopefully, you'll get around to doing this before it gets deleted, but i was wondering if u could do Tfp Human buddy getting kicked out of their house and with no where else to go they decide on walking to the autobots base but obviously that'd be dangerous since it's basically in a desert and I'd like to see how youd go around itâŒïž I can't wait to see what u come up with, it'd be like a birthday present cuz today's my birthdayâŒïž đ
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
Wishing you had a great day today!!! Hope this is a good gift for you!!!
Hope you enjoy!
Team Prime react to Human Buddy getting kicked out
SFW, Platonic, Angst, Human reader
TFP
It was late night when it happened.
The team had just finished dropping off the kids and had just finished their nightly patrols.
It was time to turn in for the night.
Ratchet was the one who noticed something strange on one of the larger scanners outside the base.
One of the kidâs phones, Buddyâs specifically, was slowly heading to the base.
Ratchet alerted Prime on this.
Optimus decided to investigate this himself and drove out of the base.
A couple of minutes passed before Optimus pulled in, transforming while cupping a sleeping Buddy in his servos.
Everyone was rightfully worried about the human doing so far out in the desert at night alone.
Optimus gently placed them on the battered sofa.
They didnât move at all.
Optimus told the rest of the team that Buddy had told him that they had a fight with their parents that ended up with them getting kicked out of the house, something that happened a bit from time to time.
The best the bots could do now was give them a place to rest.
Optimus
The Prime could not believe that someone, much less a parent, could do this to their child.
He wants to know why they even fathomed doing that to their child.
When Optimus pulled up besides Buddy, he could already tell that they were exhausted from their miles walk from their home.
It did not take a lot to get them inside his cabin.
Even less to get them to open up about what happened.
It hurt him to see them look so defeated and too tired.
He gently turns on the radio on a soft station and watches them fall asleep.
When they wake up the next morning, he takes them to Ratchet to make sure that they are okay.
 Optimus tells them that if they ever got kicked out again, to just call one of them and so they could get to the base safe.
Optimus: âIf you ever need a place to stay, a home if you will, the base will always greet you with open arms. Never think for a second you are alone and a burden. You are our friend, part of our family, we will always be there for you.â
Ratchet
The chief medic is furious when he finds out why Buddy was outside at this hour.
He wishes he could do more for the human other than scan for any superficial injuries.
Ratchet makes sure to leave a water bottle, an apple and a blanket with them.
Makes it a habit to make regular scans to make sure that Buddy was doing okay.
Gets the least amount of sleep from the bots besides Optimus.
When Buddy does wake up, he makes sure that they are actually okay.
He might not know too much on human medicine, but he isnât going to sit there and not try.
Eventually, does consult with June to see if he missed anything on his check up.
In which June is just as furious as he is when she finds out that Buddy was kicked out.
June and Jack make it very clear to Buddy that their house would always welcome them if their parents pulled a stunt like this again.
Ratchet does mention to Buddy that they could have just called and someone would have came to get them.
Makes sure to have a little list of what needs to be restocked and needs in case Buddy needs to stay at the base again.
Ratchet: âMake sure you have an extra tube of paste in your bagâno I donât know what its calledâToothpaste?! Its made of teeth!?â Ratchet starts making a mental note to ask June what in the world was in the paste.
Arcee
Arcee wants to beat someone up so bad but canât.
How dare they do this to Buddy!?
Feels like she should have checked in with Buddy and the other kids before heading back to base.
Secretly fixes Buddyâs blanket from time to time when its her turn to watch.
Next morning after she gets Jack back to the base, Arcee watches over Buddy like a hawk.
Is happy to know that the Darbyâs also have Buddyâs back in case their parents do this again.
Does casually mention that she would personally get them to the base if another fight broke out at their home.
She updates June on Buddy throughout the day.
Arcee: â⊠You want to ride around for a while? Itâs a nice day outside, perfect driving conditions too. Just make sure Jack hands you the helmet before we go.â
Bulkhead
Actually broke something in a fit of rage.
Ratchet is not happy that he has to fix another tool.
Is surprised that Buddy didnât even wake up to the sound of something breaking.
It makes Bulkhead even sadder to know that they were this exhausted.
Gently strokes Buddyâs back for a bit before watching over them.
Next morning Bulkhead goes to pick up Miko and tells her what happened.
He is once again reminded that the Fury of Miko is not something he wants to be at the opposite end of.
The Wrecker does ask Buddy how they are doing once he gets back to base.
Miko already lets Buddy know that they can crash at her place when something like this happens or let her know to tell Bulkhead to pick them up.
Bulkhead also lets Buddy know that they can always call him whenever.
Now makes it a habit of going by Buddyâs place before leaving.
Bulkhead: âMiko and I are going Dune bashing in a few minutes, you wanna come? Its okay if you donât wanna. I think Bee is having a movie marathon with Raf in case your interested.â
Bumblebee
Just as upset as everyone else, but is a bit more concerned about Buddy right now.
He knows humans are supposed to sleep a certain amount of hours, how would this affect Buddy.
It unsettles him how deep asleep they are.
Throws a couple more blankets on Buddy and watches them for a while.
When Bumblebee goes to pick up Raf the next morning, he mentions what happened with Buddy.
Raf is just as worried as he was asking if they were okay.
Once they get to the base, Bumblebee pats Buddyâs head gently when they wake up.
Idly waits for them to get the green light from Ratchet.
He helps out Raf make a card for them.
It is also the day he learns that humans can cry out of happiness and sadness at the same time.
Mentions that if they need a place to sleep to call literally anyone on the team and they would come and get them.
Buddy gets more head pats than usual for the next couple of days.
Bumblebee: âBeep bop boop bep bop bop. (Raf and I are going to be watching some movies after the racing tournament, you want to join in? You can have first picks!â
Concern Prime noises seeing Buddy alone at night.
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Oh boy I got answers.
1: Reconnecting with Yahweh. I grew up christian and became very traumatized and felt abandoned. I suffered a lot and religion played a part too. I rejected God fairly early on. Because on of the energies I felt was distant and uncaring, that I had to just trust him for no reason. But over time, listening to other religions and people that genuinely have a relationship of some kind with him, started to heal. And I also just always talked to him. But when I talked to him, he felt so different to the God I felt before. Like they were so vastly different. And recently I decided to just start learning about Yahweh. I learned a lot already. About him having a wife, how he was worshipped long ago, the way Christianity and Catholicism came to be. And how much was also lost due to them trying to erase Asharah as well. And the energy I feel lines up with the more neutral/calm energy I felt from God.
It makes me proud because it is bettering me and the energy I feel from him now is what I always wished it was to be. I don't believe the other energy I felt was God. I have felt intense or heavy energy of some deities that are more serious or even distant. But that other energy was just awful. Yet it was what was "God" in my childhood and with my parents. One theory some have is it's an egregore that evangelicals really believe in which is pretty much I believe. Cause it is so vastly different from the God I am closer to now. It just makes me happy seeing a heavy spot that was so traumatic to me is becoming better and that I'm learning a lot about what he is really like and a lot of history too. Religions and beliefs and faiths and practices are a special interest too outside my practice so I also just like learning about it.
2: Reconnecting to my roots. Since I was young, any time I asked my parents about our ancestry or lineage, I got told we were just American or that we don't know and it doesn't matter. I hated feeling so culturally separated. It's clear our family has been in America for a good while now and let a lot of our cultures go from the past. And it's been something I've never liked since I was a kid. While I don't know everything that I have and want to do a DNA test, I already try to learn about a lot of my roots. I'm mostly focusing on Celtic/Irish now and had German a bit ago. But there's also English, French, and Scottish. I want to really reconnect to those old roots that were left forgotten or colonized and left behind. That old magic and ancestral importance that was forsaken for how it is today. I'm just starting with Celtic/Irish since I feel the largest draw, but I'll get there one day too. A lot was lost through colonization and all since even before they colonized many other nations, white nations very much did colonize themselves first. And so I want to learn about that history and ancestry and come to have it as a part of me. It's gonna be a lot of work, but like. It's important to me. Whatever lineage I have that dates back before many many many eras, I wish to honor it the best I can. So much culture has been lost due to colonization and christianity/catholicism so I feel it's important. It's a shame really. But still. It's especially not going to be easy for like English history either because just a quick look into it and yeah. A lot of it was very much lost to time and to the roman influence and anglo-saxons as well. And it is a shame seeing how much history, culture, and beliefs are lost due to so many influences throughout time. Again, I've only really focused on Celtic/Irish for now so that's the one I'm most well versed in currently. But I know it's going to be a journey with how far back it'll need to go and how much truly was lost. But even if it's not much, I'll do what I can to give it some form of life in today and through me. So little is known about our family and it really shows how much we conformed and paints an ugly history too. We don't know much beyond great grandparents and great great grandparents and I know even less about my dad's side of the family. I barely know anything about his grandparents or his life. So with that and having always wanted to understand my culture and my ancestry, I really want to focus on it with studying and learning what I can and incorporating parts of it into my practice if I can. It's been a strong draw since I was young. This strong pull and desire to know where we come from. Even if I'm the only one in my family, it makes me proud to know I'm gonna do it. And I've already begun to do so.
3: Coming into my own. Lately been feeling Marquis Andras a lot. And he has been helping me for sure. But I feel more renewed strength and learning to trust myself and communicate. Even if his lessons are very intense and painful since, ya know, he's a demon associated with sowing discord. He's not the easiest teacher, but I appreciate that. But even at the start of my journey years ago, it helped so much with my trauma and delusions and hallucinations then. I'm prone to paranoia and I'm schizospec and psychotic so like. I have issues. But since becoming a witch and feeling protected and understanding more of what I feel, it's been better. A lot of the trauma I dealt with back then has eased a bit to where I'm not always angry or scared. And I'm far less frightened at night or in the dark. I feel less powerless. And right now, I'm working on better communication and trusting my gut. I usually downplay my abilities when telling signs or feelings the presence of deities and stuff like that. So. I'm learning to trust it. And to go with my gut more. Cause I am often right. But I'm pretty insecure and have low self esteem and low confidence when doing things myself. And it's been better. Marquis Andras is one of the focuses right now, but all of the deities that have helped me and will help me even if I do not know them yet or can identify them or feel them yet makes me very happy. They have shown me more love than I have ever received. They're important to me. So just. Really becoming more confident and self assured, figuring out what works for me as a really disabled and traumatized person that is financially dependent and not well off, what I'm drawn to, learning to trust myself, and so on. It feels like I really am growing. That every single time, I become a better version of myself. And that makes me proud.
Pagans and polytheists, what are you most proud of in your practice? Lessons you've learned, new methods of worship you've implemented, offerings you've given - that sort of thing. đ§Ą
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Hello! I have a request. Can I have some head canons about how La Squadra would react if you were disrespected by someone? Letâs say their s/o (preferably female) works at a cafe or restaurant and a rude customer throws the money at her, completely expecting her to pick up the bill from the floor (yes, that is a real experience Iâve had, unfortunately).
How would they react? What would they do afterwards or say?
Would really, REALLY appreciate it. Honestly, I wish someone had stood up for me back then.
Authorâs note: Hey hey~
Thanks for the request~
Sorry no one stood up for you, what happened to human decency?
And I can totally relate, the entitlement of people is insane. Two days in to my very first job as a cashier I had a customer say some really atrociously awful things to me and I just took it because I didnât know what else to do and afterwards my managers told me I shouldâve called them wow. Like my manager literally wouldnât repeat what the customer had said because it was so abhorrently inappropriate and disgusting.
So yeah. Respect employees, weâre all human beings here itâs literally so easy to Not be insanely rude.
Interestingly enough I actually had some thoughts on this written in my personal La Squadra notes, particularly in regard to Prosciutto since he gives me lots of thoughts about stuff similar to that, cool that I get to address that heh.
-La Squadra x female reader: When someone disrespects you
Content, PLZ READ: female reader who works as a waitress, discussion of unhealthy and toxic masculinity paired with sexism (Prosciutto), La Squadra is a group of (mostly) pretty aggressive men who act on that feeling so. Some canon compliant aggression, threats, violence and blood. Theyâre a group of assassins so Lots of Bad men doing bad things. Meloneâs slightly perverse tendencies
Various scenarios involving rude customers, including the example in the ask.
Established relationship: dating/married depending on the character
Ok while writing this itâs finally really hitting me how bizarre itâd be to be a non stand user witnessing or experiencing a stand attack-
Reader is aware of stands and that her La Squadra man is a member of the Mafia
And attempts at Italian hopefully itâs correct but if not please lemme know!
Micro fics style
-Formaggio: Out of all the members of La Squadra heâs noticeably much more chill and relaxed than the others. But heâs still a proud member of the Italian Mafia. And youâre his girl. Heâs no knight in shining armor or Prince Charming for you, he wonât intervene when thereâs an occasional irritable customer giving you a bit of a hard time. He knows you can take care of yourself.
However, if some entitled customer has the audacity to go too far and say or do something Really disrespectful while heâs around, I think he has a preference for good old-fashioned humiliation, and only results to intimidation if they decide they wanna keep making a fool of themselves.
He plays it up like: âooh, hey, if you wanted that pretty ladyâs attention there are much better ways to get it, buddy.â
You donât have to add anything. You resume work quietly, but keep your eyes and ears focused on him, in case he decided to get carried away.
After a little bit of back and forth with him using his usual coolness and charisma, the offender gets increasingly frustrated and flustered.
When your boyfriendâs finally had enough of this stupid game he stands up from his table. His playfully mocking expression remains, but his smirk shifts ever so slightly into something more sinister. âIf you want we could just take this outside,â he says it so casually, with the tone of a man who wasnât going to hold back if it actually did escalate into a fight. He was not bluffing at all either.
At full height and with the clear confidence that he was absolutely gonna win the fight, the rude customer wisely decides Formaggio was Not someone he wanted to mess with and awkwardly leaves the restaurant, Formaggio loudly exclaiming taunts as the guy skittered away with his tail between his legs.
He seems awfully pleased with himself after âdefending your honorâ like that. You let him enjoy that feeling, because honestly that was pretty well done and it didnât get too ugly. He has some nerve expecting a bunch of praise from you for that though.
-Illuso: Someone saying or doing something rude to you is like insulting him as well. And his stand is uniquely qualified for an entertaining punishment against some arrogant idiot giving you a difficult time.
Illuso doesnât say anything, but when you look over at him while some jerk is screaming his head off at you like itâs your fault his food took five minutes longer than usual to arrive, you see that heâs pretending to fix up his appearance in a fancy compact mirror you had gifted him on your one year anniversary.
You can tell immediately heâs actually angling it at the guy screaming at you so he can activate Man in the Mirror. You inwardly groan because honestly you welcome your husbandâs interference, but it will be difficult to explain a man magically disappearing in the middle of a restaurant, especially while heâs causing such a scene with that excessive screeching.
All of a suddenâŠsilence. Such a sudden silence that the sound of Illuso clasping his mirror shut is audible to you from where youâre standing. Of course all the customers were looking at that guy who was freaking out at you. And he literally vanished before their eyes. So you do the only thing you can think of and spread your arms in an exaggerated manner and go: âTa-DAAAH~â like the supernatural disappearance was just a magic trick.
In a rather weak attempt to sell it, Illuso starts slowly clapping for you and commenting: âmolto bene~â. You canïżœïżœïżœt muster an annoyed glare at him; the slight smile tugging at your lips gave you away. A few customers join him in clapping, a bit confused, but honesty just glad that the yelling has stopped.
Illusoâs version of torment is to leave the guy completely alone in the mirror world. Confusion combined with isolation is a cruel combination, and given his captor was Illuso who was absolutely bound to prolong the punishment because of his sadistic tendencies, you almost feel sorry for the guy.
âMake sure you let him go by this evening,â you remind him before you get back to work.
âLet who go, dearie?â he says, his acting pathetically bad.
Sigh. So he was going to play it that wayâŠ
âIâm serious,â you grumble.
âMe too.â
You meet his eyes at that remark, and his smug smirk tells you he wants to see if youâll keep nagging him about it.
When you donât indulge him heâll get bored and let the guy go. Hopefully that brat learned a lesson. And if not, at least he has a story literally no one will believe.
-Prosciutto: Despite not being a very nice man to you, heâs got that ridiculous belief that only heâs allowed to be harsh to you. Itâs âtough loveâ when heâs hyper critical of you or snaps at you for something small, but if anyone else does it to an excessive degree then itâs apparently unacceptable, rude behavior. Really itâs just his pride as a man and unhealthy view of masculinity that causes him to freak out when youâre disrespected. Heâs your fiancĂ©âŠBy his logic, you need him to protect you, and itâs his job as a man to do so.
Heâs a big hypocrite.
But at least he stands up for you.
You could usually feel Prosciutto watching when a customer started to get a little ornery with you. He wouldnât always step in, unless something he deemed entirely disrespectful was said or done; he does think dealing with irritable people is okay for you until they get carried away.
It looked like he wasnât going to intervene this time over the dirtbag being extraordinarily picky and fussy with you, just because he liked bossing essential workers around apparently. Prosciutto was listening, as usual, but didnât seem too concerned, drinking his coffee disinterestedly. Until the customer decided to toss a crumpled up napkin at you when you turned around.
Ohhh boy, you didnât even have to LOOK to know the coffee mug getting slammed down on a table was Prosciutto.
You debate what you should do. He strides past you, and you opt to justâŠhold still and listen for a moment. Pretend you donât know him, and let him do whatever it is heâs about to do (though you have a pretty good guess what it is).
Despite all the tough talk he was doing before, that customer couldnât hide the slight panic in his voice at Proscuittoâs sudden approach.
Unlike a lot of Passione members who preferred to hide their affiliation to the mafia, Prosciutto wasnât nearly as subtle with that tailored suit, open shirt and the demeanor of a man whoâs killed before and will kill again.
âHey who the hell do you think you are?! Stay away from m-â the jerkâs nervous ranting is cut off by Prosciutto dragging him to his feet by the collar of his shirt.
âYou dropped something,â Prosciutto says in that certain tone youâve grown all too familiar with. He uses it often when heâs pissed off or teaching a lesson or both at the same time.
Before the man can even squeak out the beginnings of some sort of excuse or counter heâs gagging, and you turn around to stop Prosciutto from straight up choking the guy by shoving the same napkin he tossed at you down his throat, speaking about how disgustingly disrespectful it was to throw anything at a woman.
âHey, I think he gets it,â you cut in.
You wonder if heâs actually gonna listen to you this time. For a moment it seems like he might ignore you and continue the lesson. But he decides you may have a point and that heâs not worth the trouble. Though it doesnât stop him from roughly shoving the guy to the ground when he lets go of his shirt.
âMake sure you add an apology when you pay the check,â he says to the sniveling man on the floor desperately telling himself not to make a run for it like a coward now that Prosciuttoâs back was turned.
You donât know whether to smile or roll your eyes, knowing all your fiancĂ© meant was that he better leave you a generous tip as compensation for such disrespectful behavior.
âGo smoke outside,â is all you say to him when you see Prosciutto reach for the pack of cigarettes in his jacket. He smoked when he was especially irritated; so he went through a lot of cigarettes. He waves his hand dismissively at you, but obeys and goes outside. Though he stays close to the entrance. Heâs making it clear heâs not leaving til youâre getting paid well for all that trouble.
The guy ended up practically handing his wallet to you.
Prosciutto internally checks off his: do one good thing for his fiancée today mission.
-Pesci: Heâs not the most confrontational of La Squadra, and thereâs no love lost between the murderous members of the team beyond a mild respect for each otherâs strength (and thatâs only sometimes) but heâs more than familiar with how most of the other assassins handle disrespect or things they donât like in public with violence and aggression (hard glares at Ghiaccio and Prosciutto in particular). And that usually results in them getting asked to leave the premises, how embarrassing-
He doesnât want to embarrass you either when a particularly volatile customer started screaming at you and freaking out for no valid reason. But he canât just sit there and let you take that kind of abuse either.
He tries to excuse you from the situation by calling you over to his table like he was a customer and it was something urgent. And wellâŠit might just escalate the irritation of that insufferable jerk screaming at you butâŠ
You go to Pesci anyways, opting to just ignore the jerk, pretending to be busy dealing with some made up issue Pesci was improvising.
To your surprise it actually kinda worked. The guy was steaming for a bit and yelling at you from his table but. You just ignored him. And if anything actually happened Pesci was 100% capable of handling it if he had to. He didnât usually try to start fights, but if pushed he could absolutely finish them.
âDo you usually get customers like that?â Pesci asks with genuine concern in his voice once the guy finally gets mad enough to leave (without paying but that was a problem for later).
âWellâŠâ more often than someone who doesnât work in food service would thinkâŠ
âSometimes,â you admit vaguely, not wanting to worry him but not wanting to lie either.
He thinks you should find some different job, not that heâs actually in a position to suggest that given heâs literally a La Squadra assassin. And youâve heard from the few times youâve met with his coworkers that the money they make in the business of murder is minuscule all things considered. Honestly he should get a new job too. One that didnât rely on the occasional commission and splitting a check with eight other people.
You both know itâs not that easy to just Find a new job. And he doesnât think itâs a great idea to suggest you get more involved in Passione for quick but dirty moneyâŠsighâŠno easy solutionâŠ
-Melone: Your boyfriend was the least confrontational man in La Squadra.
Usually you encourage him to not visit you at workâŠbecause he always stares at you in such a manner that your coworkers or customers sometimes warn you about a creep in the corner booth whoâs been watching you for a while.
As someone whoâs used to being yelled at (though only because heâs the one being a FREAK so it doesnât Really count) heâs sure you can handle the occasional ornery customer who decided to raise their voice at you. He usually intervened only if you directly requested it, because more often than not you got annoyed at him for worming his way into your other problems. Doesnât mean he doesnât notice when heâs typing on his laptop at the restaurant you work at and someone starts destructively causing a scene all because you brought them the wrong brand of soda by accident. Itâs been a long day, youâre tired, youâre working the evening shift and the restaurantâs about to close. So you donât bother to try and appease this guy, you know heâll just complain and give you a hard time no matter what you do. And he apparently took your: âIâm sorry, let me grab you the right one,â as disingenuous and insulting, because you didnât call him âSirâ. You really donât feel like dealing with this, and youâre about to just let it go until he has the audacity to knock the soda off the table and onto the floor, staining the floor and even getting soda all over your shoes.
GodâŠjust to humiliate you over something small-you find yourself quietly staring at the floor for a moment, trying to register what you should even doâŠbend over right now to try to salvage your shoes before the soda dried? You had napkins in your pocket. But then the damn customer wonâŠ
And you know Melone was watching everything. Heâs so invested that heâs stopped typing.
Meloneâs no gentleman, and has no shame, but he canât just let someone get away completely with disrespecting his girlfriendâŠespecially given he had bought those cute shoes for you!
You can only mumble Meloneâs name quietly when he approaches the situation, his demeanor energized despite how late it was. You werenât gonna deny him stepping in but saying his name was a warning not to be too weird.
He clicks his tongue, making a point to not even look at the jerky customer, like he wasnât there, and focuses all his attention on you.
âYou know those shoes werenât cheap, tesoro mio,â he chides playfully, immediately plucking off some napkins from the customerâs table and kneeling in front of you so he can wipe your shoes clean himself.
You bite your lip. It might seem gentlemanly to onlookers, but you knew he was also using the opportunity to get close to your legs in public. But he manages to behave himself, even putting a few napkins over the spill on the floor once heâs done with your shoes.
When he finally stands back up, he makes a point of leaning very close with an especially devious look on his face.
âWhat a shame,â he says in a strangely exaggerated tone. âI think Iâll have to buy you a new pair of shoesâŠâ
You just give him a confused look after reminding him youâre on the clock when he leans in for a kiss.
Then he wanders off. But at least he distracted the customer enough to dampen the worst of the disrespectful behavior.
You finish your shift. Melone was waiting for you outside with his motorcycle, as heâs your ride back to your shared apartment.
He looks especially pleased with himself.
âWhatâd you do this time?â you sigh and yawn, too tired to feel especially concerned with whatever he mightâve done.
âYour next pair of shoes is going to be Especially niceâŠIâll even get you a pretty dress to go with them~â he licks his lips.
Under the dim light of the street lamp, you finally notice the wallet that heâs holding up. It isnât his.
His little kneeling act by the table with the rude customer apparently had many purposesâŠyour boyfriend really was quite a sly opportunistâŠ
âMeloneâŠâ you were gonna chide him gently for taking the guyâs Entire wallet butâŠit was too late to start arguing with him, given he was your ride home. And you didnât care too much about it in the first place, especially right now.
-Ghiaccio: Everything ticks him off so when youâre working you donât mind if he doesnât bother to stop by and say hi even when heâs in the area. He tends to get worked up about something minuscule even during quick visits. And your restaurant is quite popular with tourists, who he has a borderline obsessive type of hatred for. Yeah. You were okay with him NOT visiting you while you were working because inevitably one day he was gonna cause quite a scene-
You feel a very ironic cold shiver down your spine when you catch sight of a familiar red Mazda Miata going way too fast in the parking lot looking for a space to park.
âDios mioâŠI donât need this todayâŠâ you mumble to yourself, not realizing a particularly entitled customer was watching you act distracted for a moment by looking at a car from the window.
When you get to his table, you donât really know what heâs yapping about when he says waitresses these days are SO ditzy and arenât properly trained. Youâre not listening too hard because youâre watching Ghiaccio walk past the window on his way into the restaurant. He gives you an acknowledging glance when he spots you, and it pisses off the customer even more because now heâs complaining about how completely unprofessional it was that you invited your boyfriend into the restaurant while you were working. You have no idea where this guy is even getting all these assumptions, or what was even so terribly wrong with the scenario heâs making up, so you donât pay it much attention and just brush it off as the customerâs eccentric personality trait.
Until he says that if you were going to be disrespectful by inviting your boyfriend to work, you might as well look busy.
What a freaking idiot, waiting for Ghiaccio to walk in to the restaurant before literally throwing the money for his meal at you, completely expecting you to pick up all the bills.
Ghiaccio doesnât even need to know the context to react (though itâs probably for the best he didnât hear what started it because itâd just piss him off even more).
âHey, hey, heyâŠâ Ghiaccioâs voice from the entrance can be heard from half way inside the restaurant. âIf you meant to give the money to her, itâd be MUCH more efficient for both of you if you just HANDED it to her, you freaking moron-â
Oh God, here we goâŠGhiaccio wasnât screaming quite at full volume as he speed walked to where you were standing, his hands twitching slightly, either oblivious or simply ignoring all the customers exchanging nervous glances as they watched him. He has to be literally the WORST AND the EASIEST member of his entire team to piss offâŠand when he got like this he sometimes didnât even listen to you.
The customer glares at him, and dares to open his mouth to respond, but Ghiaccioâs rant wasnât over and it just pisses him off even more to see the guy had the audacity to try and interrupt him.
âGhia, hey-â
Yeah he was definitely not gonna listen to your attempt to calm him down. You wonder if he even heard you because he grabbed the guy by the back of the head while you were talking.
âIT DOESNâT MAKE ANY DAMN SENSE WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT! I MEAN, WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF THROWING MONEY ALL OVER THE GROUND?! YOU JUST GET OFF WATCHING HER WASTE A BUNCH OF TIME PICKING THAT ALL UP?!â
Was heâŠmore pissed about the illogical nature of the behavior or the fact that you were being disrespectedâŠ?âŠItâs kinda hard to tellâŠthis ornery yapper on even more ornery yapper violence was Quite a scene this early in the morningâŠ
âDONâT YOU HAVE A LIFE, IDIOT? OR DID YOU GO OUT JUST TO KILL TIME BY POINTLESSLY INCONVENIENCING A WAITRESS?! YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE BUT SHEâS GOT AN ACTUAL JOB TO DO AND DOESNâT HAVE TIME TO PLAY 52 CARD PICKUP WITH ENTITLED JERKS LIKE YOU!â
It doesnât even cross your mind that most people would be mortified to watch their boyfriend completely lose it like this in public, youâre so used to it at this point; youâre thinking about how itâs a bit hypocritical of him given how youâve witnessed him Also going off on a poor server for nothing.
âGHIACCIO!â you finally make yourself shout, reaching out and grabbing the wrist of the arm he was using to hold the panicking rude customer by the back of the head.
You know Ghiaccio. He was about to slam that manâs head on the table.
âWHAT?!â he snaps, but when he whips his head, you can tell the raging blizzard of his soul wavered just a bit when he looked at you.
âDonâtâŠyouâll break the table, theyâre flimsyâŠâ
His physical strength always astounded you, given he wasnât particularly large, and he wasnât even resisting your hand on his wrist but you could still feel the power in his arm. âYou already made your pointâŠâ you whisper, worried about getting in trouble for the scene he was causing.
âBUT-â
âThank you, itâs okayâŠâ
He REALLY has to debate it, but reluctantly releases the man with an irritated huff and an audible growl. Such a lucky guyâŠyou were one of the few people who could get Ghiaccio to think before taking something too far.
âIs your shift almost over?â he asks, clearly still incredibly irritated, tapping his foot rapidly against the ground.
âAbout fifteen minutes to go.â You glance at the trembling rude customer, gazing wide eyed and flinching every time Ghiaccio moved in any way.
He checks his watch and the customer climbs further into the booth out of fear of the simple gesture, but Ghiaccio is forcing himself not to pay him any mind.
âIâll wait for you in the car then.â
âAlright.â
As long as he left the restaurantâŠ
Now everyone knew he was definitely with you in some capacityâŠdamn.
He sends a pointed glare to a couple of the customers on the way out. A âgentle reminderâ to keep manners in mind.
And when you give the rude customer one last look, you see heâs on the ground picking up the money he had tossed at you.
Heâs trembling a bit. Probably from fear of Ghiaccio changing his mind and coming back to actually break his face. But heâs probably a bit cold too, just from coming into physical contact with Ghiaccio could leave anyone with a chill if he partly activated his stand while touching someone.
You really needed to have a chat with him about his temper but as the previously inconsiderate customer blubbers out apologies and begs you to protect him from your scary boyfriend while shoving the money (and a generous tip) directly into your hands you hesitantly decide today is not the day.
-Risotto Nero: He doesnât go out in public often, but minus the whole âleader of an assassination division in the mafia with a truly frightening appearanceâ heâs a pretty normal guy. Keeps to himself and stoic, but he can hold a conversation. Youâre fine with him not visiting you at work often, you get that heâs super busy, but when he does stop by youâre glad to see him (and he doesnât cause any scenes. Bonus points for Risotto).
It was a slow morning for you, and he had finished an early morning mission earlier than he had expected. He even checked to make sure the diner you worked at wasnât busy before he decided to stop in and see you.
Your face lights up when you see him, running over to him and giving him a quick hug, and bringing him a small cup of coffee on the house, allowing yourself a brief moment of respite to speak with your boyfriend. It wasnât busy yetâŠthere were only two other customers, but it was just your luck that one of them woke up on the wrong side of the bed and decided to come over and give you a hard time for taking a moment to spend with Risotto.
âDoes your boss pay you to flirt with customers?â
You canât even believe someone really came over just to say that to you. You werenât even sitting down to talk to Risotto, and itâs not like you were being loud or obnoxious or anything.
âSheâs doing her job,â Risotto points out with that signature stoic nature. The guy seems slightly put off by Risottoâs unique appearance, but was apparently in a bad enough mood to not back down so easily.
âIf she was doing her job sheâd be bringing me a refill and not wasting her time chatting with a guy she already served,â he points out indignantly. What an insane level of entitlementâŠRisotto seemed to think the same thing, though he wasnât a fan of escalating things.
But this guyâŠhe had some audacity talking to you like that.
Risotto puts his hands on the table, and stands up slowly, deliberately, to his full height, tilting his head slightly to better look the smaller man in the eyes.
âSheâs just being polite,â Risotto corrects the man. His voice is still calm, but his speaking speed is Slightly slower. Paired with him purposefully emphasizing his full height, the warning that he wasnât going to stay civil for much longer was clear.
The unwanted visitor inwardly debates for a moment, visibly shaken from Risottoâs intimidation but absolutely too embarrassed to just back off now.
He foolishly decides to keep going.
âShe-â heâs cut off by an almost explosive gush of blood coming out of his own nose. You gasp at the suddenness, but instantly realize whatâs happening. He slams his hand over his nose, the blood not stopping that easily, almost immediately leaking through his fingers.
âOhâŠâ Risotto remarks with obviously fake concern, leaning in as if he were examining the âmysteriousâ nosebleed. âYouâd better take care of that before you get blood all over the placeâŠâ he states the obvious with complete unconcern.
It was admittedly a bit funny to watch that jerk sprint to the restroom clutching his bloody nose.
There is a minuscule tug to the edges of Risottoâs lips.
âRisotto! Sudden unexplainable nosebleeds arenât funny at all,â you chide, despite not feeling an ounce of pity. Itâs not like Risotto was trying to kill that guy, if he was he would be bleeding out on the ground right now. The goal was just to embarrass him a bit, and he definitely succeeded.
âI think that was just a suitable divine punishment,â Risotto replies with a shrug, as if his stand, Metallica, had nothing to do with it. Itâs subtle butâŠyou can tell heâs irritated someone really had that kind of nerve to bother you for no reason. But you wonât let it ruin his whole day, reminding him that you got off work early today and youâve been really excited to finally have some free time to spend with him.
Authorâs closing note: I hope this could bring you some entertainment~it was enjoyable to write and consider how a few of them could use their stands to mess with people but wow I was being sent back to my first job on occasion with some of these customer characters, sheesh-
#jjba x reader#jojos bizarre adventure x reader#female reader#la Squadra x reader#Formaggio x reader#Illuso x reader#prosciutto x reader#pesci x reader#melone x reader#ghiaccio x reader#risotto nero x reader#Thus Wrote Mrs Zeppeli
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"How the hell did cupid get bullets?"
I really appreciate the love I got on the prologue, and decided to add in some extra stuff to it rather than a timeskip. As I said, this is going to be a really slow burn.
Prologue 1 here.
Prologue part 2? - 1.3k, SFW - plans for reader x graves (though I may write side drabbles if desired), I'm hoping to try and ramp up the quality. MDNI, zero tolerance for minors being around - nothing particularly triggering, swearing I guess? I've indented dialogue to make it easier to read, since I figured colours would be a bit too distracting. Don't feed my work to AI, yadda yadda. Also I figured I'd start chucking a different gofundme per chapter in this section, just as a little fun positive thing. I've picked this one today.
You walk along the aisle, taking a seat thatâs facing towards the closed cockpit. Buckling yourself in, you feel the vibrations of the cabin door slamming shut, the small ding of the seatbelt sign, and the rumble of the engine coming to life. Looking out below, you see the area you once called home become smaller and smaller. Trees turned to twigs as the plane slowly began to ascend into the sky.
You walk along the aisle, taking a seat thatâs facing towards the closed cockpit. Buckling yourself in, you feel the vibrations of the cabin door slamming shut, the small ding of the seatbelt sign, and the rumble of the engine coming to life. Looking out below, you see the area you once called home become smaller and smaller. Trees turned to twigs as the plane slowly began to ascend into the sky. A short while later, youâre able to take off your seatbelt. Walking towards you was the only other passenger besides the pilot. The driver walks up to you, boasting a folder with a simple iconography, featuring a rook inside a spade. Really? Putting the pieces together, someone thought they were being clever and symbolic â but it came off kinda smug and pretentious. Despite that, it still felt slightly clever enough to briefly humour you.
âThis is just some preparation thatâs been organised for you. Iâd suggest looking through it, itâs pretty much your itinerary for the next few days. Has a bit of extra paperwork too, if you chose to continue beyond the interview. Also, a rough layout of what areas are strictly relevant to you. Venturing into other places without the proper clearance is generally cause for alarm, and youâll likely get your ass handed to you. If youâre lucky, itâll be verbal â so Iâd also suggest keeping that on you.â
What the fuck does he mean by THAT? Maybe itâs governmental work?
âDoesnât it seem a bit silly to give me a map if itâs such a top secret layout?â
âYouâre not a threat at this point in time.â
Ouch.
It was a feeling that could only be described as âominous embarrassmentâ. This is the most youâve spoken to the driver from earlier, and finally take in his appearance. Average height, with a lean build. Thereâs some medium length locks framing his face, parted down the middle. He looks down at you, with an expression so lacking youâd think heâd never experienced an emotion. Brown eyes, but heâs wearing clear contacts. You wonder how heâd look with glasses. As he speaks, you notice a slight stubble â and a pair of very neatly manicured brows furrowing in your direction.
âWell?â
Fuck. Wasnât listening.
âOh I agree completely.â
There we go, saved it.
âSo, you agree you might have questions?â
Goddammit.
He lets out a small chuckle, eyes slightly crinkling at the corners with a faint hint of a smile. Thank god, heâs amused. Making a terrible first impression on the people around this company is not the way to go. Considering the perks so far, you find yourself increasingly nervous for the interview â the desire to actually be able to do your placement here grows, adding to the pressure. Heâs in a basic black suit, with a slightly stuffy black tactical vest over the top. A small, embroidered strip of grey fabric sits across the left of his chest, reading âSmithstone 1-4â just above his breast pocket. He takes a seat in the chair across from you. Finally coming back to earth again, you ponder on anything you might potentially want to know.
âSo⊠what kind of deal is this? You guys working for the government?â â the most obvious question. He shifts slightly in his seat, answering with a simple âSomething like that.â
Alright, not great in terms of detail â but itâs at least something. You press further.
âWhy the big plane?â
âBoss uses it for a few things already, mostly meetings and other stuff. He figured it was simpler putting you in it, rather than dealing with anything commercial.â He answers, very matter-of-factly. âWeâre not typically a first choice, so we donât get many applicants. Most students have us as a backup, not as the main option. So forgive us, this is a little new for everyone involved.â
Huh. Â jobâs turned from creepy, back to intriguing.
âDâyou like working here?â You wonder, figuring if heâs been put in charge of you, heâs probably a safe bet on getting a feel for this place.
âItâs good. Canât complain. Weâve got great benefits, a decent salary, and a pretty good work-life balance. The only catch is the life part. You do get space to do stuff on your own time, but weâre all kind of restricted in how much movement we can make. Youâve typically gotta stay in the nearby area, and thereâs not much around in most places we go. The work certainly tests you though.â It seems promising, the words sounding genuine. âAny more questions?â
This is another question I absolutely shouldâve asked earlier. I hope it doesnât sound rude.
âWhatâs your name?â
âOh. Probably shouldâve introduced myself. Iâm Jessie, but we usually just go by last names. Itâs not mandatory though, just how the vibe is.â
Jessie Smithstone, huh?
âWell, itâs been nice to meet you, Jessie.â
âNice to meet you too.â He responds, running a hand through his hair. He figures itâs time to leave you to read through the folder on your own, accepting the hint to move to a different chair without you even noticing. Seems like the employees have pretty good instincts.
The documentation is some standard non-disclosure agreements, just not to talk about where youâre going, where youâre interviewing, what youâre interviewing for, not to discuss anything heard (or overhead) while you are present, and the potential ramifications for doing so. There is a footnote with these at least, âIf you require assistance in understanding these, we do have legal advice available to help you go over this contract.â â thatâs nice at least. Care certainly has been put into fully understanding what youâre getting yourself into, but youâve yet to be enlightened on what the fuck is this kind of company?
The rest of the documents is as Jessie said â a map labelled with any landmarks you may need to find your way across the large⊠building? It couldnât really be called that. Itâs almost like a compound. There are quite a few sections shaded off, with a key in the corner explaining that these sections are restricted. Each relevant point of interest is labelled with a star, and several paths are outlined between these sections â providing you a set of routes for wherever you needed to go and where you absolutely shouldnât. An itinerary explains where youâll be staying, in a small set of quarters, at the west wing of one of the buildings. Youâll be touching down, unpacking, and being given a tour before dinner. After that, youâve got a few hours to do what you wish around the place â or choose to go to bed. The next day will be your interview, starting at midday â and deliberation will occur in the afternoon. Youâll be given the outcome on whether thereâs a contract to potentially accept, or having to go home. Youâve still got the option of declining the contract, but thatâs been put off the table. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime, and âNo.â isnât an option for you. Not out of lack of choice, but out of want. The seatbelt fastening sign dings to life, as the pilot explains youâll be landing shortly.
#call of duty#phillip graves#phillip graves x reader#cod#graves x reader#phillip graves fanfic#cod x reader#cupid's got bullets
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Larry discussions and why they matter
I got asked today by an older, new fan through the Larry Resources Compilation I made (also posted on Reddit):
"I am genuinely curious, though, likeâŠ.. why does this matter?"
As a previous chill fan (a directioner, and a larrie, apparently god my brain gets foggy sometimes lol) who barely recounts my own Larrying back in the day (college was a whirlwind and a fever dream to me lol sorry) and came back after Liam's passing, I, myself, have consumed all these Larry information only recently. But from the get go, I knew my convictions.
There might be new ones here who'd come across my blog, so I thought I'd share my answer here as well. I ended up making a bulleted list, and it was the best way I thought I could address the question + the extra notes they left in their comment:
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Baby larries and misinformation: Most baby larries likely learned about Larry through edits on YouTube, TikTok, or Instagram reels. They then decided to dive deeper, which led them down the Larry rabbit hole and eventually to Reddit and Tumblr. However, much of whatâs on social media is taken out of context. Thereâs a lot of misinformation being spread (especially from bluegreeners), which is part of why non-larries in the fandom get annoyed with us. Some fans take things to extremes without understanding the reality of what H and L are going through. This is why itâs crucial to encourage research and healthy discussions. New information (in a sense that we might have failed to discuss it before; recent example is this post I made about Harry's lyric change to "Louis ONTO my drawers" which happened in 2020) is discoveredâor debunkedâdaily, so having a platform to share and discuss these findings is vital. This Larry research I made is extensive, yes, but TONS of information have been scrubbed from the internet for unknown reasons (i.e, about babygate). Some people are actively trying to bury the truth about Larry. Without blogs and accounts archiving this data over the past decade, we wouldnât know half of what we do today. My goal here is to make navigating 15 yearsâ worth of information easier.
The bigger picture: So, whatâs the point of all this? In my opinion, itâs not just about proving a point. Itâs about understanding the awful and harsh realities of an industry that profits off our support as fans while exploiting the very people we admire. Itâs about acknowledging that thereâs more to H and L than the clips we see online. They were just kids with dreams who were abused and manipulated by their management. They had to fight to maintain their identities while achieving their goals. Itâs heartbreaking to realize that despite progress, the queer community still faces immense barriers (extra: I read the summary of Rock Hudson's battle back in the dayâit's a perfect example of how we cannot trust the narrative media feed us). H and L have spent years signaling and coding, trying to break through their closet, and only us Larries could see the signs. Meanwhile, the media and management continue to box them into heteronormative narratives. It honestly breaks my heart seeing Harry get accused of queerbaiting and Louis forced into this Louis Tomlinsonâą laddy-lad image, a far cry from the vibrant, flamboyant, happy young man he used to be (his words: "He were a lot sweeter, this lad"). To be clear, I love Lou the way he is but I agree to what this person said, I wish we had seen how the grown-up version of 2010-2012 Louis.
The denials: If HL had cut this shit from the beginning. If they had explicitly denied that their relationship was, in fact, not real (No, they have not straightforwardly denied it because they always redirect or play with words when asked in front of the camera; and that includes L's denial this year), we would have accepted it. But they didn't. THEY fed us all these things to pick on for the past few years. The songs (god, the songs) and the parallels, the use of blue and green (they know what those colors mean to usâthey would not use them lightly if they want us to not believe), the coded clothing and the signaling, the acts of defiance, etc.âwhat are all those for? It's crazy to think that H and L would "bait" us just for the sake of sales.
Finally, the point of not letting the "ancient texts" die and keeping track even in the present: You see, all of us probably became genuinely invested because of the bigger story. In hindsight, everything MAKES SENSE, but in real-time unfolding during the 1D days, when H and L were fighting the most, it was harder to make sense of these things. But because we have these timelines, analyses, and proofs that sometimes even take years to be established (i.e., the McDonald's x Carpool Karaoke 2015 where HL supposedly shared the milkshakeâbut the clip didn't see the light of day until 2020 came around), we finally get to make sense of a decade+ worth of legitimate stories. As you would observe, there would always be a couple of larries who would ask, "Why do you think they're still together when they haven't been seen in public for so many years?" I want to add my answer from this post:
"[...] Iâve established that being a larrie, like a true larrie and not a chill larrie, you really have to be strong with your beliefs. I know those two try to keep their peace for as long as they want to. And I know weâd probably still get more denials and stunts along the way, but we have to remember that those shouldnât invalidate the TONS of proofs/receipts that already exist, nor ignore the signals those two send in return when they have to be involved in bs narratives fed to the public. [âŠ] Thereâd be days when itâd be harder to defend HL themselves even bcs of their actions and words that could hurt larries - so on our end, we donât necessarily have to tolerate that and weâre allowed to be mad or doubt what weâre supposed to be fighting for (not doubting them per se; just the situation and the cause). Though again, for me, by the end of the day, I know there are million other reasons why we cannot bend the truth (and we larries ourselves have always strived to stay analytical and logical when dealing with proofs), and Iâd still choose to hold on bcs I know they still need us to believe - even if they decide to keep things quieter like this year or not come out at all."
If no one keeps track of these things (because as subtle as they are, HL still drops hints even once in a blue moon), other people would probably fail to notice them. But they are still just as loud, though not in a way that some 'fans' appreciate (like comparing now with the 1D days when, of course, youâd see them in the same room most of the time). And thatâs when hate comes in. Because they fail to see it, they decide to 'overwrite' the pastâwhen the closet was glass and when HL was free to show us their truth. They try to erase the fact that Harry and Louis were forced into a closet: one being labeled as the charming, womanizer man who likes 'girls of a certain age,' and the other as the laddy-lad guy who was a partygoer and then entered fatherhood.
This is the reason why, even though the topics could be repetitive, I personally try to engage, help out, and contributeâit also encourages others to do so. We need each other to keep believing despite the BS weâre thrown. And while Larry has stopped signaling as much, I know they truly appreciate Larries who support them on the sidelines.
There are so many more things my brain probably wants to say, but I literally just woke up when I started writing this lol. I hope that made sense. Again, I am not mad or trying to be rude, but I think these things needed pointing out. âĄ
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That's it. Sums up my beliefs and my convictions as a larrie.
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lmao.
"[that will be all] for now. but after this festival comes to a close, we are going to have a serious discussion about your position at beacon academy; general ironwood's reports over the last few weeks have left us somewhat concerned." there is zero ambiguity about what the councilman means. even if there was any doubt as to the elected council's authority to remove their own appointees, which is a bananas thing to suggest they can't do, it is made expressly clear in v7 that even in atlas, with its exceptionally powerful executive headmaster-general, the electeds can initiate a vote of no confidence. that is what ironwood being made to "defend his seat on the council" means.
routine diplomatic trips by heads of state and their staffers and security details, which are thoroughly planned and coordinated in advance, do not entail the head of state just SHOWING UP UNANNOUNCED WITH A MILITARY FLEET LMAO. there's a reason ozpin & co are so pissed with him in v2 and the reason is that entering another country's territory with his army uninvited and without advance warning is an act of war. that is what we'd call an invasion. the lack of aggressive intent on ironwood's part and the vale council's very graceful response do not make it any less of a Huge Fuckup and the fact that as far as the valean public knows atlas just decided apropos nothing to militarily occupy vale is⊠worse⊠you do see how that's worse
ozpin literally outlines how provocative a move this was to ironwood like he's explaining international politics to a small child. TWICE. c'mon
be serious. use your brain.
atlas was a dictatorship the whole time btw
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ha ha ha. the way my feelings started to grow for my best friend right before I found out he's moving states and states away over the summer. ha ha ha. so pony and johnny core hahhaha
#see i was JUST about to tell him how i felt (maybe)#and i was JUST about to suggest a qpr (maybe)#and now i find out hes leaving me...#EVIL!!#hahaha this is sooo doomed ponyboy and johnny qpr hahaha#i always knew one of us would make it out of this shitty little town and one of us wouldnt#and maybe this entire time i knew id be the one to stay. of my own choice? i cant even tell anymore#but to finally understand what he means to me after all of these years and to know hes on his way out#very heartbreaking!#this town is a dead end road. lets leave this behind lets just get up and go#find a new place to call home. make a new life we can call our own#someplace where we can be free. free to decide who we want to be.#it certainly is all becoming clear now isnt it?#i want to get up and just go with him but how do i get out of this poor ass town#and the worst part? we're both bound for bigger things its just that one of us has a way to get there#and its certainly not me#also did i mention hes moving far out to the country? am im stuck in this little poor town?#and weve always talked about a life spent together?#feeling very doomed right now#life imitates art i guess#sooo...if anyones up to hear me rant or vent through my little heartbreak
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Babe. Babe wake up, I can't stop thinking about Aegond and their weird ass fuck sibling dynamic. Babe.
#Aegon exerting power over a desperate Aemond trying to please his big brother#Hoping to be accepted into Aemond's little kid squad#Aegon being the clear leader when it comes to bullying Aemond#Deciding what to do and how far to go and making it VERY clear that he won't allow his nephews stepping out of line#He'd get excited when Aemond gets agitated and whiny but at the same time snaps at Jace when he makes Aemond cry#Then Driftmark happens and their relationship completely changes#Now it's Aegon treading on eggshells around Aemond#Not knowing how to treat Aemond now that he got hurt - seriously hurt#And Aegon wasn't there to protect him#By the very same people Aegon always seemed to prefer over his brother (in Aemond's eyes)#And all this awkwardness culminates into Aegon being the one begging on his knees#Asking for Aemond to tell him what to do to make it up to him#Offering to play Aemond's personal servant#And Aemond wouldn't agree to it initially because he - obviously - has other things on his mind#And their power grapples seem so childish now#But then something shifts again and Aemond turns hard and grim#And he starts using Aegon like his personal ragdoll during training#And Aegon LET'S HIM#Anyway I don't wanna use too many tags#Aegond#hotd#*AEGON'S kid squad of course
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Did somebody say Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear? I think somebody said Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear. Thanks to that, have these retooled The Good Place jokes:
The "powers that be" can refer to either the Theraprism staff, the Axolotl, or just. Ya know. Disney in general. Or all three! Whichever you think is funniest. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
The "party" Bill's referring to is Weirdmageddon, of course. He was quite the ashhole to everyone back then.
Ford has probably gotten pretty good at the 'tune out your psychopathic ex with dank memes' challenge.
It must be very cathartic to be able to make Bill shut up whenever you want with just the press of a button. I'm sure Ford doesn't abuse this ability at all.
Oh, sure, 'Not now,' he says, before he immediately backs out of the newly-made hole in the Theraprism wall. đ
Don't worry, Bill doesn't get far.
also yeah i know this one doesn't have an attempted swear - i just wanted to use the joke because of the massive stink-eye involved in it because it makes me laugh
âŹïž More goofs beneath the brief ramble if you wanna skip it lmaoâŹïž
Why is Ford even there, you might ask? Well, he either decided he preferred to watch Bill suffer in person over being distantly and repeatedly harassed with the same evil desperation book for the rest of his life, or he got roped into some kind of contrived community service for 1.) all his many counts of interdimensional thievery, and 2.) his ignoring all the very clear warnings to NOT summon Bill in the first place (which I like to imagine is also illegal). Theraprism staff were just like, 'Wait, this guy matters to Bill? Ooh, we can USE that! It might be the only thing that can help him want to get better!' It is not considered that throwing Ford at Bill so soon after Weirdmageddon could instead make them both WORSE - in new and altogether special ways! :D
Anyway, I'm calling it the Community Service AU, and I am most likely not going to do anything else with it beyond appropriating these silly Good Place jokes. So, feel free to adopt the concept if y'all wanna??? Just make sure that Bill is still not allowed to swear, no matter what, full stop. It's gotta be a real linguistic corkblork of a situation for him, is all I'm sayin'.
Finally, have these bonus Good Place jokes, but with Handyman!Bill this time:
'Opposite tortures' doesn't sound so bad...at least until it's an all-powerful chaos entity known for torture saying it.
you may think i forgot mabel's cute pink cheeks but the truth is that i did in fact forget but then immediately stopped caring which makes it okay, SHHHHHHH
And, finally:
lmao this is shit
True facts, if you cram Season 1 Eleanor Shellstrop and Michael into a singular triangle shape, they turn into Bill Cipher. This is science, look it up. Or don't, and just trust the source that is me, bro.
Anyway, I should be in bed, y'all have fun with these, I guess. Tune in after like a week or so and maybe I'll have an addendum to my comic about how Bill was drawn naked for karaoke night. Because him actually being naked was not the only thing I considered as a plausible explanation. XD
Also if you see any inconsistencies or errors in any of these comics, No You Do Not :D
Also also, reblogs are rad as hell and I appreciate every single one, just don't repost, please and thanks. Every time a repost is made, an artist somewhere cries. :,)
#fanart#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#stanford pines#stanley pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#pyronica#handyman bill au#book of bill#the good place#incorrect quotes#heck yeah i'm tagging billford - cuz these old men are EXES#jfc i said i wasn't going to color any other gravity falls stuff i made - and then what do i do?#i fukken color all of it#i may have a problem lmao#the green area outside the theraprism is because i forgot what was outside it and just went 'lol greenscreen idgaf'
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plsss would u do sukuna taking care of his pregnant wife? like noticing his robes keep disappearing, only to figure out its his wife. or more dad!kuna đđŸ
robes â ryomen sukuna x f!reader
a/n: međ°ââïž â đčheianera!sukuna
sukuna is a deeply preceptive man.
itâs something he prides himself over, and since he is observant, he quickly notices that his robes start going missing.
in the beginning, he thinks that itâs probably the increased number of bloodied robes because he has been going on a higher number of rampages the past couple of days.
so, he goes to uraume to inquire about why the delivery of his robes has been later than usual.
uraume quickly responds that they have been personally delivering the clean robes to his chambers and ensuring that they are placed where he can clearly see them.
the revelation makes sukuna annoyed because that means that someone has been stealing his robes directly from his chambers.
he is presented with two courses of actionsâexcluding the option of saving himself the trouble and just killing all the servants: sending uraume to spy on the whole ordeal or investigate it himself.
considering how he has been pretty bored the past couple of days, he decides on the latter. the past few rampages have given a clear warning to the rest of the villages surrounding his castle.
so, with nothing else to do, sukuna takes it upon himself to monitor the main entrance of his chambers to see whether anybody enters the room after uraume places the robes in the room.
so, he situates himself near the room but far away so that they canât catch him.
he stays there for a good couple of hours, yet he sees no one, not even in the darkness of the night: the supposed prime time for a thief.
perhaps the thief has been made aware of sukunaâs inspection? but that would mean that the robes would still be in the chambers. so, sukuna enters his room in search of his robes, but, to his surprise, he doesnât find them.
that immediately leads him to concluding that whoever is stealing his robes is someone who has access to the hidden door of his room.
and no one knows about that door exceptâ
ây/n.â
you yelp and slowly turn to your husband. he is standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, and an everlasting frown on his face. you have been caught and are in some big trouble.
you donât falter immediately though. you try to act normal. you smile nervously, âyes, my love? is something bothering you?â
keyword: try.
he repeats your name lowly, and you quickly crumble. you visibly deflate and lower your head as you murmur, âyesâŠâ
he nods in satisfaction before asking the awaited question, âwhere are my robes?â
your hands rest on your lap, and you fidget with your fingers.
you still canât figure out what his reaction will be. so far, he is just gathering information. he is giving you nothing to work with, so you have no other option but to comply and just keep answering him.
sighing, you answer him, âmy closet.â
he quirks an eyebrow and sits in front of you. his hand is placed on your head, and he raises your head, so youâre looking him in the eyes. itâs something that you have noticed only being done to you.
you had absentmindedly asked your head servant about it, and said servant, uraume, had told you that itâs because he views you as an equal and does not take pleasure in your fear and acting inferior to him.
and in the end, sukuna only does what pleases him. if it doesnât please him then why do it?
he hums as if in thought before egging you on, âand why are my robes in your closet? in factââ he smirks, eyes observing your frame, âwhy are you currently wearing my robes?â
you pull the robes tighter around yourself, and you purse your lips. sukuna wants an answer right now, and while he is enjoying your âsufferingâ, he also wants to know whatâs wrong.
if there is anything that he hates then itâs not knowing, especially if itâs something about you, his very pregnant wife.
his hand travels to your jaw, and he grips it lightly.
âso?â he says as he tilts your head to the slide slightly.
âyouâŠhave been gone for longer than usual lately, and I have been missing you,â you admit softly as you try your best to maintain eye contact, but you end up looking away.
he is still silent, so you continue laying out your reasoning, âand for some reason, the robes alleviate the pregnancy pain. I couldnât find any logical or scientific reason, but I thinkâ
âitâs because the robes are filled with your cursed energy, maybe acting as a kind of assurance to the baby that you are beside us even if you arenât.â
he doesnât grace you with any reaction nor reply for quite a while, and it makes you think that he is probably thinking about how foolish the entire scenario is.
so, you add hesitantly, âor something like thatâŠâ
after a moment, though, he sighs and simply says, âyou couldâve just asked me, you foolish woman.â
you blink confused, âand you, my âno one takes whatâs mineâ husband, wouldâve allowed that?â
âyou, idiot, are mine, so my belongings are yours anyway,â he states, and his hands rest on your stomach, âthis is mine too, so you have to take good care of it.â
a smile takes over your face, and you nod happily, âof course, I will!â
you pause for a second, and it has sukuna confused.
you frown and you point your finger at him while reprimanding him, âand donât call me an idiot, mister! I am your wife, and I am blessed with a good name.â
a pinch is delivered to your butt which makes you shriek. you jump away from your husband and start rubbing the spot in attempt to soothe it.
sukuna smiles wickedly before suggesting, âhow about I help you with that?â
âno! keep your hands off of me, you brute!â
he chuckles, and it echoes throughout the room. itâs kind of creepy. you always said that you wanted to add more furniture to avoid that situation.
you start thinking about the new design for the room when your husband speaks up, âand regarding my absence the past few of days.â
you turn your head to him, and he continues, âI will be putting my plans on pause for a while, so you donât have to resort to the robes for the time.â
he turns his back to you before announcing, âI am expecting you at dinner and later in my chamber. is that clear?â
you feel giddiness fill you up, and you reply enthusiastically, âyes, my king!â
âgood,â he smirks.
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summary: keeping appearances as an idol was already hard enough, but it becomes even worse upon finding a forlorn jeonghan with need of assistance with the company's faulty security system, instantly becoming endeared with the idol who refused to take no for an answer â not that you'd ever want him to.
content: idol!jeonghan x hybeidol!reader, f2l, meet-cute, very unrealistic schedules for idols lol, jeonghan is a menace, a lot of will they wont they, reader plays hard to get, afab reader, small age gap implied, one mention of the word oppa as a honorific (sorry</3), reader is mentioned to be international (no specific race, just not born in korea), smut, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 11.7k
a/n: this fic is based on this scenario, except i decided to expand on it and make it into a full fic!!
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"Hey, is that Yoon Jeonghan from Seventeen?", asked Minji as she patted your shoulder, finger pointing towards your right.
"Who?", you wondered, attempting to make sense of the distressed man standing in front of the main artist elevators in the building, "Oh, yeah, I think that's him," you said once you spotted his face, deeming it impossible to not recognize a face such as his.
"Why is he just standing there?", she wondered, holding onto your arm in the affectionate manner she usually did, "Do you think it's that elevator thing again?" she faced you to ask.
"What elevator thing?"
"Apparently he went on a variety show and complained about the company's security system. It was a whole controversy, but I guess the facial recognition doesn't work for him for some reason," she informed you before chuckling at the sight of Jeonghan sighing in defeat at yet another failed attempt at utilizing the aforementioned system, "I thought it was a bit, but I guess he was for real."
"Huh," you hummed, having been unaware of the issue. The system worked just fine for you and all your members, so you never had any motive to question it. Your senior, however, had clear issues with the system. Within the two minutes you had noticed his presence, he had already attempted the facial recognition three times, getting rejected every single one of them.
"You should help him," your groupmate suggested, "I would, but my manager will be here soon for my shoot. You only have rehearsals today, right? You're heading that way anyway."
"What? No!" you declined, "I always get anxious around our seniors. I've never even met him," you added, far too shy to even face the pretty boy during his predicament.
Disconnecting from you, she grabbed onto your shoulders, scolding you, "Dude, just go help him! This is how you make connections. You give him a hand and then he gives you one back," she said, physically turning you around so you could face his direction, hands still on your shoulders, "Go! My ride's probably already here anyways. Good luck," she encouraged as she pushed you forward, making you absentmindedly begin walking towards the boy.
Taking a breath, you began to walk towards the boy who seemed to grow more and more frustrated at the faulty security system. The closer you got, the more you could hear his whines in complaint. It appeared that he had taken up a phone call during the time you'd been talking to your friend, frustratedly arguing with whoever was on the other line.
"Seokminnie, c'mon! Just come down! I'll buy you soju after practice," he whined, groaning at whatever response his groupmate had given him in return, "My manager already left ... Yeah .... No! Stop! Just come down! I'm your senior and- Wait! Don't hang up!", he groaned at last upon hearing the classic sound of a disconnected line invade his ears.
It was only then that he seemed to notice your presence, widening his eyes momentarily before offering you a brief bow to acknowledge your presence. Moving aside, he gave you enough space to stand in front of the elevator, quietly awaiting for you to utilize the security system, likely assuming you had not heard his prior predicament. He gestured for you to move forward, acting as if he were being a gentleman in allowing you to go first.
You approached the small facial recognition screen, about to scan your face before turning to him, finding the boy staring at you expectantly, "You need me in order to use the elevator, don't you?", you asked him, amused.
"Huh?", he gaped at you, tsk'ing afterward and making an odd 'Eyyy' sound, "I'm just being a gentleman. Go ahead," he gave you a tight yet amused smile.
You chuckled in return, "Liar," you were surprised at how easy it was to be informal with him, but he was immediately likable, "Ask me to help you and maybe I might," you added, giving him a satisfied smile.
"You know, I'm pretty sure I'm your senior â Whatever happened to respect?", he joked, tsk'ing at you once more. He proceeded to walk towards you, pushing his face onto the scanner and ignoring your presence altogether, "I'll do it, see," he practically challenged, attempting the scanner once more.
Unsurprisingly, he was met with a red X and a beeping sound that indicated yet another failure to be recognized by the system. This caused him to stand there in silence for a few seconds before whining 'Yah!' and cursing out the security system.
Clearing his throat, he straightened up again, facing you once more, "Sorry about that. Your turn," he gestured to you to move forward again, stepping out of your way.
Both amused and surprised, you decided to finally utilize the scanner on yourself, smiling at him with a satisfied look when it immediately allowed you in. Turning to him, you nodded at him to get in before you, only for him to gesture for you to go first. Something about 'ladies first.'
"You owe me one," you said once you were both in the elevator again, standing side by side as you faced the closing door.
"Nuh-uh. This was just a coincidence. You needed to head upstairs anyways," he rebutted petulantly.
"Yeah? So you don't need me to help you get to your floor, then, right?", you questioned mockingly, knowing he would also have to work the scanner in order to get the door to open to Seventeen's designated floor. There were far too many steps to get to the artists' floors, but it made sense to you by now.
Upon the realization, he groaned, letting himself throw his head back against the wall behind him as he earned a giggle from you. He frowned in your direction at your laugh, though he joined you with a chuckle just mere seconds later.
"Okay, fine. I owe you," he gave up, still leaning against the wall behind but turning his head to look at you, "What can Yoon Jeonghan do for you?"
You pretended to mull over it for a few seconds, finger on your chin as you thought it over, "I have no idea. I'll let you know," you finally responded, "Okay, so, what floor?", you asked as your finger moved to the buttons on the elevator door.
"13th," he responded, now casually leaning back against the wall.
"Oh? The second highest floor. You're an important man, aren't you?", you teased, pressing his button before moving onto your group's number 9.
"Nine?," he gaped, "Seems I'm higher on the company hierarchy than you, yet you show me no respect," he joked back.
"Shut up. I'm going out of my way for you. Senior or not, you owe me. Those are the rules of all civilized society," you argued back.
"Okay, how about," he began, pressing his hands together as if making a proposition, "I see you downstairs every morning bright and early with a fresh cup of coffee in exchange for your face â y'know, for the scanner. How's that sound?", he proposed, a pleased smile on his face at your agape mouth.
"Every morning? Do you not have any friends?", you asked as the elevator continued to move up.
"Do you see anyone here? They all get here before me. You seem pretty friendless. C'mon. Free coffee, good company. I'll even play one of your group's songs in my next Welive. See? Can't get any better than that," he continued to sell his idea as the elevator came to a stop, now at his floor but demanding yet another facial scan to even exit the elevator.
"God, the security's too much," he groaned upon noticing the prompt on the small screen inside the elevator, "C'mon!", he turned to you, "Try to tell me that's not unnecessary."
You gave up, nodding as you chuckled, though not making a move to scan your face.
"Say yes. Please," he dragged the e for an annoyingly long amount of time, grinning when you rolled your eyes but laughed, "I'll keep going. Just agree. What better way to spend your time than with Yoon Jeonghan?"
"What makes you think I even knew that name before today?", you challenged.
"You do. Don't lie to me, it won't work," he smirked back before going back to being annoying again, "Come on-"
"Fine! I'll meet you downstairs every morning expecting a fresh matcha in hand â I don't drink coffee. But you still owe me," you agreed, extending your hand to him to solidify the agreement.
"No coffee? Ew. But okay, deal," he returned your handshake, holding onto your hand for an annoying amount of time, pretending as if he were unaware of when to let go and waiting for you to pull his hand off yours with another eye roll. He chuckled any time he managed to get a reaction out of you, leading you to realize he must be an absolute menace to every person he comes across. Sadly, he was charmingly entertaining, leaving you with no complaints.
Finally, you scanned your face on the screen, letting him walk in front of you to head out. Before the elevator doors could close and separate again, he held his arm out to stop them, nodding towards you.
"What's your name? I like you," he said plainly, head tilted in curiosity.
"Y/N," you said, "Please don't introduce yourself again-"
"Yoon Jeonghan," he interrupted anyways, "Remember that. We'll be having fun in the near future," were his last words before removing his hand and allowing the elevator doors to separate you, likely heading over to his groupmates upon leaving your line of sight.
Silver doors closed in front of you, now leaving you to your own company. Dumbfounded yet amused by the interaction, you stood there as you waited for the elevator to arrive to your floor, robotically scanning your face on the door once you made it there and exiting the square-shaped room upon arrival. There, you stood with the remnant of a shocked smile on your face, surprised at how easy it had been to put any concept of age or seniority aside when interacting with Yoon Jeonghan. While you always had the tendency of being overly formal with your seniors, you had spoken to Jeonghan like you would any guy your age, disregarding formalities as soon as he'd spoken to you.
You didn't truly need any convincing to agree to see him again. On the contrary, had he not suggested as such, you would've remained with an itch to find a reason for a re-encounter. Like any other junior idol at a company with big names such as BTS and Seventeen, developing a slight crush on your seniors was the normalcy â your groupmates Minji and Lila had crushes on BTS' V and Seventeen's Vernon, respectively â and it appeared that you were now joining them in the list of girls with unrequited crushes.
Jeonghan was, what, maybe five or so years older than you? The age difference alone was enough for you to chalk this up to a mindless crush. That, and the kindergarten teacher voice he had put on while speaking to you â clearly he made a very obvious distinction about your age difference right off the bat.
As of now, all you could do was hope to see him again (which, thankfully, you would) and retain the fun back and forth he'd welcomed you in on. Friendzone was one thing, but junior-zone? At least you now had a story to let your members in on next dance practice.
"Hey, it's you again."
"God, announce yourself next time," you groaned, hand clutching your heart at the short-lived shock of Yoon Jeonghan suddenly bumping your shoulder whilst walking down one of the many endless hallways of the Hybe building.
"I said 'hey,'" he shrugged, continuing to walk by your side, "So, where are we going?"
"Who's 'we,'" you scoffed, "I'm going to buy lunch," you said, continuing to walk as he remained by your side.
"Great, I was thinking of getting something to eat too," he agreed, humming to himself afterwards.
"Okay, so I guess we're having lunch together, then," you hummed back, resigned to your senior's company.
"You catch on quickly, I like that," he gave you a closed-lip grin, "We're going to be seeing each other quite often, might as well start now."
Crossing the doors to the cafeteria, you headed to the lunch area to pick up something to eat, Jeonghan following right behind you and annoyingly picking out the same exact lunch as you, piece by piece. You simply looked back at him with a menacing stare, only causing a bigger grin out of him. Once you made it to the cashier area, your hand made its way to your bag with the intent to pull out your card only to be stopped by one Yoon Jeonghan who had been quicker to scan his own. You had had no plans of preventing him from buying his own meal, but you had also not expected him to pay for your own.
"Wait, you don't have to-"
"Too late," he grinned, walking past you before looking over his shoulder and nodding at you to follow him.
Heading over to a two-seater table, you followed him, taking a seat right across from him. The place was empty sans another duo of two idols eating on the opposite side of the large cafeteria, so you didn't feel too strange at the idea of being spotted with a senior idol.
Sitting across from him, you took note of how lax and confident his demeanor was. It must be nice, you thought. It was quite the opposite for you, especially considering the dynamic between you. This wad a first for you â the whole sharing a meal with a senior from one of the groups that inspired you to become an idol in the first place. You had interacted with some of your seniors before, but you had not had the chance of befriending any of them thus far, much less grab their attention in the same way you had caught Jeonghan's.
It made you feel anxious to be one-on-one with him in such an exposed setting. You knew that within the walls of Hybe, interacting with idols was not seen as odd nor would it lead to any sort of scandal, but you also worried that it might seem strange due to your gender and age difference. However, Jeonghan somehow managed to make you feel more relaxed and less proper than you likely would with any other idol.
"What are you thinking about?" he nodded at you as he sipped at his water, interrupting your thoughts.
"Nothing," you replied, beginning to pay mind to the food in front of you, "You didn't have to pay for my meal, by the way."
"You're clearly thinking about something. I can hear those thoughts cooking in there all the way from here," he chuckled, " â and I'm a gentleman and your senior, of course I had to pay," he shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Don't you have friends?", you asked bluntly, forking at your meal as he snickered at you.
"This is the second time you come after my social life, okay ... Ignoring your disrespect, I do have friends. Twelve of them, actually, maybe even more," he informs you in a 'ha, told you so!' type of tone.
Now was your turn to laugh, unable to take him too seriously, "So, does their facial recognition not work either? Are you so annoying they won't share a meal with you?," you tilted your head mockingly.
"You're better company," he shrugged at you, "Not sure how I never noticed you before, but hey, never too late, right?"
"You barely know me," you grumbled.
"Yeah, and I'm working on that. Keep up!", he chastised, tapping the table.
"You're gonna get me into a scandal for hanging out with me so shamelessly," you reminded him, but made no attempt to leave the situation.
"Who's going to see us?", he looked around, spotting the two other people (sans staff) in the room, "Hanjin from TWS? That's my junior, he'd never say a word. Plus, this is just innocent senior-junior fraternizing, don't worry too much," he tsk'd, leaning back against his seat in a relaxed manner once more.
"You're too relaxed for your own good. How have you never been in a scandal before?", you gaped at him, swatting his hand when his hand made its way to your plate, grabbing at a fry, "Are you like this with all your juniors?"
"Oh? You've been keeping up with me? How do you know im scandal-less? And nope, I already told you â I like you."
"Is it surprising to you that I'd keep up with one of the biggest groups in Kpop?," you feigned disinterest, "Okay, if you like me so much, can I drop the honorifics, then?", you tried, matching the amused grin he gave you.
"Hmm," he pondered for a moment, "I'll let you speak to me informally if you make a compromise with me," he paused, waiting for you to nod for him to continue, "I want you to call me oppa," he grinned.
His shit-eating grin reached all the way to his ears, making you scowl at him. Due to your age difference and the overall senior-junior dynamic of your relationship, it was not an ordinary request for a senior to ask you to call him oppa, thus causing his amusement at his own request. Usually, you'd call seniors like him sunbae or by their full name considering that you were nowhere close enough to him to call him oppa, but his grin told you that he'd be far too pleased to have you calling him by that honorific rather than a more formal alternative.
"No," you deadpanned, "Anything else, just-"
"Fine. Since we're officially friends now, you can call me what all my friends call me; Jeonghannie â Hannie if you're feeling particularly friendly," he continued grinning at you with a pleased look in his eye.
"Hold on, since when are we friends?", you chuckled slapping his hand away from your plate once more, "God! Was there any point in buying my meal if you're just gonna keep eating from it?", you groaned, not truly annoyed but still bugged by the man.
"You've got a short fuse," he noted, "That only makes this even more fun, you realize that, right?" he said as he chewed on what were formerly your fries.
"You're going to be trouble for me at some point, aren't you?", you wondered out loud, chuckling at how pleased he was.
"No, you are â trust me," he said almost to himself.
God damn him, was he flirting with you? Throughout the past few hours of knowing him, you'd been pretty sure he just enjoyed banter by nature, not that he was just singling you out in order to flirt with you. Maybe he was just a flirtatious person by nature? Regardless, your original statement was correct â he was going to cause you trouble one way or another.
Unfortunately to all, the rest of your day was not nearly as eventful as the first few hours (courtesy of Yoon Jeonghan). Leaving the artist designated floors did not require face-scanning, so your duties for the man ended quickly after your lunch together.
For the remainder of the day, you engaged in your diligent idol duties as you practiced and recorded with your groupmates. You'd hoped to catch another glimpse of the flirtatious boy who had caught your attention earlier, but you went home without any more contact. You would've been disheartened by this had you not known he'd be waiting for you by the elevators the following morning.
You had chosen not to tell your bandmates about your interactions with Jeonghan. Although he had been right about you being safe to interact with each other inside the walls of Hybe, you were only on your first year after debut, so the paranoia of insisting your first scandal was far too big to risk anything. Still, you were not about to actually deny him of more time spent together; you'd grown to enjoy his company too much for that.
In your seemingly endless train of thought, you're startled by the sudden presence next to you as you stand by the Hybe elevators. You'd arrived at the same time you had yesterday, assuming Jeonghan would also be present as he was the day prior. After waiting for ten minutes, you were rewarded with another mini heart attack caused by him.
"You're kinda skittish, aren't you?", he laughed, hand giving you a pat on the shoulder as a form of greeting, "Waited for me long?"
"Nope," you responded, turning to look at him, finding him holding two cups on a single, strangely large hand, "Is that my matcha?", you asked, hand reaching out to grab it from him only to be met with resistance from the boy.
"Aht aht," he chastised, "No 'good morning'? No 'you look really handsome today, oppa'? Where did your manners go?", he bit his lip in amusement at himself (and likely at the scowl that formed on your face).
"Yoon Jeonghan, if you don't give me that damn drink I'm leaving you stranded down here," you threatened, snatching the drink from his hand and sipping it with annoyance.
"You wouldn't," he mocked, "Anyways, go on," he gestured for you to step forward in order to scan your face, raising his eyebrows when you didn't make a move to help, "I can get even more annoying," he threatened.
"Fine," you grumbled, scanning your face and stepping into the elevator.
Once settled inside the small box, Jeonghan stood next to you, taking micro side steps in order for his shoulder to brush against yours. When that didn't get your attention, he opted to clear his throat, chuckling at the glimpse of an eye roll he got from where he was standing. As a last effort, his shoulder bumped yours in a more notorious way, finally grabbing your annoyed attention.
"What?," you hissed.
"Okay, first of all, let's calm down. Second of all, I need your face for a little longer today," he winced at your reaction, "I know, I know, but you promised," he reminded you.
"I never promised anything," you scowled, although interested in the idea of seeing him outside of the elevator again, "What do you want?"
"Just need to stop by to see Mingyu in floor 11 for a few minutes â Mingyu, you know him, right? All your friends are probably crushing on him, everyone is. Anyways, it'll be just five minutes and then I'll leave you alone," he went on, hand on your shoulder as he gave you those gigantic and irresistible bug eyes of his.
"What if I'm busy?", you asked, knowing you truly weren't.
"You're not. Senior or not, you would've already told me to fuck myself if I were getting in the way of your work," he said with confidence.
"Fine," you sighed as you dragged out the e, pressing the correct button in order to take Jeonghan to his destination. The elevator ride was short but taken up by Jeonghan making short quips in order to make you laugh. Unfortunately, he was too naturally charismatic for his own good.
Finally stopping at the correct floor, Jeonghan got off the elevator while you remained inside, thinking that maybe it was a good idea to just wait for him in there. This wasn't a common hour for other idols to head in or out of the building anyway, so the elevators would likely remain unused while you waited.
Jeonghan had a different idea, however, standing at the entrance of the elevator as he looked back at you expectantly, nodding his head for you to follow him. When you silently shook your head at him, he groaned annoyingly, reaching to grab onto your hand and pull you to him.
"If you wanted me to hold your hand so badly you could've just said so," he mocked, squeezing it as he pulled you to him. You attempted to let go of his hand, but his grip was too harsh. It's not that you didn't want to hold it, but more like you were too nervous to do so, which he likely caught on to but didn't care for.
"What, scared someone will see us?", he snickered, "Would it be that terrible to be spotted holding hands with me? I'd be the best dating scandal of your life," he giggled, voice growing louder when you laughed along with him, "Oh! A smile? So you do like me, huh?"
"God, are you this flirty with everyone?", you groaned, squeezing his hand extra hard until he winced, giggling at your attempt to harm him.
"You're just fun to rile up," he confessed, leading you to a door you'd never seen before, "This is a shared studio a few Seventeen members use. Ever met any of them?", he asked as he stopped in front of the door, still not letting go of your hand.
"Am I meeting them now?", your eyes widened, "We did a dance challenge with Seungkwan and Vernon, but that's it," you revealed, using the correct honorifics for both that you did not use for Jeonghan.
"So formal. Cute," he snickered, "Well, you're about to meet a few more. Don't be nervous," he started, "If you're able to keep up with me, they'll like you. You're hard not to like," he smiled in a comforting way, not snickering at you for the first time ever.
Before you could respond, the door opened from the other side, revealing who you knew to be Boo Seungkwan of Seventeen with an annoyed scowl on his face, only dropping it upon seeing you.
"Yah! Yoon Jeongha- Oh, hi!", he interrupted himself halfway through his nagging as soon as he saw you, eyes going from Jeonghan's to yours to your interlocked hands, causing his head to tilt in curiosity, "We've met, right?," he bowed, uttering your name and offering you a smile, "Are you holding her hostage?", he asked towards Jeonghan, noting his tight grip on your hand.
"This is my new friend," Jeonghan introduced you despite Seungkwan having already said your name, gesturing towards your interlocked hands, "She's helping me out lately."
Without further explanation, Seungkwan moved aside in order to let the two of you in. Throughout it all, Jeonghan refused to let go of your hand, toying with your fingers at times. Inside were three more members who you could recognize to be Kim Mingyu, Jeon Wonwoo and Lee Jihoon. As a fresh junior in the company, the name of every single senior was common knowledge to you. Not only was Seventeen a huge name in the industry, but they were one of the biggest names within the company itself. You'd also spotted their loud interactions throughout the building a few times in the past.
â This was one of the reasons as to why your heart began going a mile a minute the moment you walked in to the room to find the three men (along with Jeonghan and Seungkwan) staring at you with a curious look in their eye.
Bowing at every member, you meep'd out a quick 'hello' and stalked behind Jeonghan, who only chuckled at your shy demeanor, "Don't be shy. They don't bite," he squeezed your hand.
"Uh, Jeonghan? Do you have a hostage?", asked Wonwoo, reaching out to you to shake your free hand in introduction, "Hi, I'm Wonwoo. Sorry about him," he gestured towards Jeonghan with a chuckle.
"Your emotional support toys weren't enough? Upgraded to a human now?", Mingyu joined in, also offering you a handshake, "I saw your group's last comeback. Great job," he praised, offering you a genuine smile.
Jihoon remained silent as he sat with his eyes glued to his equipment, simply humming and nodding along to every statement leaving their lips. He seemed slightly disinterested, but not rude about it. Jihoon appeared more so amused by Jeonghan's shenanigans, not questioning your presence whilst remaining welcoming of it.
"I'm just here to record my part. Jihoon's been nagging me for a week," he whined, moving to drop himself on the couch and pulling you along with him by the hand. Your interlocked hands began to become clammy, but Jeonghan made no move nor mention to fix that, so you simply ignored it too.
"You're mean," said Wonwoo, "Be mindful of your junior, she looks nervous," he scolded lightheartedly, "You okay? Want a water or something? Did he just steal you or is there a story behind this?", he nodded towards your hands, voice soothing your nerves.
They were all overly likable, which made sense considering their decade-long career as idols. Their fan service must be amazing, you thought to yourself.
Before you could respond, Jeonghan interrupted, "I'm borrowing her face for the scanner in the artists' elevator," he explained, "It's an exchange of goods and services, no hostages here," he nodded to himself, "And we're new best friends, clearly," he grinned as he gestured to your hands, squeezing once again.
Seungkwan chuckled, "There'd be no need for that if you just rode with me in the mornings," he rolled his eyes, taking a seat to the other side of you on the couch.
"You get up at four in the morning, I'm not insane," whined Jeonghan, "and this way I get to hang out with my new friend. Win-win."
You gave a tight-lipped smile in response, rolling your eyes at him and earning a chuckle from the other boys in the room.
"You're going to have to let go of her hand to go into the recording room," Jihoon spoke up, turning around on his chair to look at Jeonghan on the couch and chuckling lowly when his reaction was an exaggerated groan.
"I take what I said back; you are a hostage. Don't leave, I'll be right back," he turned to you before heading over to the small recording room located inside the studio.
Laughing, you nodded, settling comfortably on the couch as you watched him from your spot. The other two men who remained standing made their way to the couch sitting near you as Wonwoo handed you a cold water bottle with a smile. Meanwhile, you watched Jeonghan head into the room, making his way to the mic and putting on the large headphones hanging nearby.
With a few coughs to clear his throat, he began harmonizing with the melody Jihoon turned on as soon as he stepped foot in the small room. Jeonghan's voice immediately flowed perfectly with the music, following Jihoon's directions to perfection as he recorded the lines instructed to him. You were completely distracted by the sight of him in his element that you were unable to pay attention to your surroundings. There were no nerves in you at your current predicament when you were so absorbed by him.
But as soon as he started singing, he finished, letting out another loud cough before exiting the room and making his way to your side again, practically demanding your hand once more.
"They were right," he nodded once you gave him your hand, looking down at you from your seat on the couch, "You're my new emotional support object, sorry," he shrugged, helping you up by pulling at your hand.
With goodbyes as quick as your introduction had been, Jeonghan led you to the door before being interrupted by Jihoon speaking up, "Bring her around more often. You were way more efficient and less annoying this time," he hummed to himself, laughing when Seungkwan began to laugh at his statement. Before you could leave, Seungkwan offered you a hug, though your hand remained on Jeonghan's.
Once in the hallway, Jeonghan turned to you and laughed, "They like you," he sing-sang, "Guess I get to keep you around."
"Is it up to me at all?", you huffed half-heartedly.
"Nope. Let's go," he grinned once more, pulling another laugh from you.
Jeonghan's shenanigans and your daily meetings every morning continued very consistently. It was rare when you'd show up at the elevators at the exact same agreed time and not find him there waiting for you with a drink in hand.
Your interactions only grew more and more friendly with time, with you rolling your eyes at him time and time again and him insisting on dragging you with him for other errands every so often. Fortunately, the news of you two being on friendly terms did not seem to go past a few other idols in the building. Strangely enough, it was rare to actually bump into other artists in the vast space that Hybe covered.
Only a few weeks into knowing Jeonghan and the annual Hybe Game Caterers event came up. This was something he brought up occasionally whilst sharing an elevator ride with you â and even through text every so often, as he had charmed you for your phone number just a few days in.
Being Hybe's newest group, you couldn't help the nerves you felt in appearing at Hybe's second ever Game Caterers event. With big names such as Seventeen, BTS, TXT and such, you felt completely out of your league even being present. You knew it was an amazing opportunity to get new audiences interested in your group, but you barely knew any other groups or idols on a personal level. It wasn't as if you could stalk behind Jeonghan during the event, which meant you'd simply have to rely on your own charm in order to gain some screen time.
Jeonghan, in the meantime, insisted you team up with him in any games that may allow for it. Despite your insistence that he pretend not to know you during the event, he'd cackle and promise he'd make sure to gift you some of his own screen time â how? he didn't explain, which made you even more anxious at the idea.
Once the day of the games came, you felt far more relaxed. This was your first time seeing such popular faces so up close, not having had the chance to attend any comeback shows nor award shows at the same time as the bigger names in Kpop. However, despite all nerves you could've felt, they were all far too charismatic, making you realize that Jeonghan's personality was simply an outlier; he had his own charm, but overall he was a menace to your sanity.
He continued to prove this to you throughout the event, constantly keeping his eyes on you and winking any time it was his turn to do something that might entertain you. Unfortunately for yourself, it worked every time, making you cackle at all his dumb acts for your attention.
That was not where he stopped, however. It seemed as if Jeonghan wanted people to know he was seeking out reactions from you. Occasionally, he'd walk over to your group's table, sitting with you all too casually, earning some nervous giggles from your group mates. He played this out by dragging Seungkwan with him and hitting a few other tables afterward. However, you knew his goal had been to be in close proximity with you.
The worst of all had been when teams were assigned randomly, in which Jeonghan had somehow managed to cheat in order to be placed in your team. You were unsure how exactly he had managed to do this, but from your understanding it seemed like his groupmate, Joshua, had gotten assigned to your team, only to be nagged into giving away his spot to Jeonghan.
And so now you stood in a single file line with a red vest laying on your chest, matching with that of Yoon Jeonghan's, who was standing right behind you with a pleased smile on his face.
"Jeonghan," you groaned, turning around to finally acknowledge his presence.
"What?", he feigned dumb, doing his classic cackle at your annoyed expression.
"You really want to ruin my career, don't you?", you scowled, squinting your eyes over the heavy sun shining from behind Jeonghan.
Detecting your discomfort from the sun, Jeonghan grabbed onto your shoulders, side stepping the two of you until it hit his face rather than yours. No word is uttered about his act of kindness as he continued to grin at you in a satisfied manner.
"I'm helping you, c'mon," he tsk'd, "Ever watched Going Seventeen? Wellâ Okay, don't make that face, I know you've seen it, all of Korea has seen it. I can win you any game and get you all the screen time possible," he held his pinky up to you, nudging you until you budged and intertwined yours with his own, "Then you'll be, uh, what are you, fourth gen?," he waited for your reluctant nod, "Okay, you'll be fourth gen's It Girl," his hand went up to ruffle your hair, earning something akin to a growl from you, "We'll be the inter-generational It Couple."
"Couple?," you tilted your head in wonder, "You're an idiot," you murmured, having a hard time hiding your smile at his masterplan.
"It was bound to happen. This whole 'will they won't they' thing we have going on is too good to pass up on," he continued, "C'mon, let's use today as a test-run," he insisted, earning another annoyed reaction from you, this time in the form of a half-hearted fist bump. With one last 'Eyyy' from him, he turned back around to pay attention to the rules of the following game.
Various games came and went, with some being in co-ed groups and others within your already-established groups, but with all of them (without fail) involving some sort of interaction between you and Jeonghan. Continuously aware of the cameras recording, you worried about how your constant interactions would be taken by audiences once the show was edited and posted, but his easy-going disposition made it difficult for you to actually do anything about it.
By the time the recording was over, Jeonghan had made it clear to all his members and yours (and anyone who was paying attention, really) that he had some sort of interest in you. No words nor statements had been needed as his actions made his intentions extremely obvious. You'd received a few teasing glances from his group mates at times (though you were sure they were probably meant for the man in question), making you shy away from Jeonghan, but he never strayed away for too long.
The aftermath of the show was different for everyone involved. Some groups left for other schedules while others went out for a meal with a few staff members. Then there was Jeonghan, who had decided to skip out on a meal with his friends and staff in order to stalk after you and your own group, not saying a word as he followed you to the entrance of Hybe, disregarding any teasing giggles coming from your groupmates. You'd occasionally look back at him, rolling your eyes at him as you held back an entertained smile.
Even as you got into the elevator, he silently followed with a pleased smile, still not speaking a word to justify his presence. It wasn't until your groupmates got off the elevator that Jeonghan actively tried to catch your attention by physically holding you back from exiting the elevator, waving your friends goodbye for you as the doors closed behind them.
With his arms wrapped around your middle, he practically bear-hugged you in order to keep you from leaving, laughing when you half-heartedly attempted to make it out of his hold in order to escape.
"You don't really wanna leave, stop fighting it," he whined, letting you go when you finally halted your attempts, groaning jokingly at his victory.
"Why'd you kidnap me this time?", you asked once you turned around to face him.
He shrugged, "I dunno. Company? Take us to my floor. I have some ramen and beer stashed away in the dressing room," he coerced, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"You're bribing me with food again," you noted, crossing your arms as you pretended to mull it over.
"Well, it appears like that's the only way to get you to hang out with me," he booped your nose, giggling when you scowled at him.
"You have that hard of a time getting girls to give you attention?"
"Hah," he exclaimed, "Girls love me. Not my fault the one I'm into needs to be coerced into spending time with me," he said as the most casual statement uttered by man.
He appeared entirely unaffected by his statement, as if this was not news to you. His flirting had gotten more and more blatant throughout the short time you'd known him, but he had never professed his affections so blatantly. It made sense for him to be so forward now that he had shown everyone his clear interest in you, but having the words said to your face still made you lose your breath for a short moment.
"Ah, speechless, huh?", he grinned, "You can't tell me this comes as a surprise to you," he tilted his head to the side in curiosity, "You're a smart girl, c'mon," he took a few short steps to you, hand coming to push your hair out of your face as you continued to stare at him with a semi-shocked look in your face.
Still inside a closed, yet unmoving elevator, you smacked his hand away in a friendly yet bratty matter, making him chuckle, "Stop, you're gonna get me in trouble," you complained.
Stepping even closer to you, he backed you against a wall, the grin on his face never leaving him. Meanwhile, your brain was overriding itself in figuring out how to react. You let him back you against the wall whilst his hands remained to his sides, not actually caging you and allowing you escape if you really wished for it. Leaning down a bit, he stood face to face with you, once again pushing your hair out of your face before running a lone finger down your cheek as he pouted down at you, cooing in a way some may read as condescending, but actually loving coming from someone like Jeonghan.
"You know that if you actually tell me to fuck off, I will, right?" he muttered, eyes fluttering for the first time ever. His eye contact was usually unmatched, but this time his eyes seemed to begin getting hooded; likely due to the proximity of your faces.
"Yes," you nodded quietly, breath caught in your throat.
"And you know if you stop me right now, I won't go through with this, right?", he followed up, face somehow even closer.
"Uh-huh," you nodded again, eyes matching his own hooded ones.
Nodding to himself, he grinned for a split second before closing the gap, soft and slow in his movements as he pressed his lips to your awaiting ones. The kiss was a mere peck at first, lacking any fluidity or movement. It took your reciprocation for it to become something more, as Jeonghan waited for your arms to make their way to his flat chest before he finally put his hands on you, wrapping them around your waist and pulling you to him.
Finally, his lips moved, opening and wrapping around yours, tongue entering your mouth and coaxing yours to play with his own. Soft yet high sighs left his lips as he hummed into your mouth, kissing you in a way far too sensual for an elevator located in your shared workplace.
A large hand went up to your cheek, holding it delicately as he tilted your face upwards in order to gain optimal access to your mouth. Similarly, your hands traveled north, finding their way to his long hair and pulling at it every time he did something particularly enticing with his tongue. Without your hands on his chest, the empty space between you was reduced when he pulled you closer in order to press your chests together, sighing when he felt your hardened nipples through your lack of bra.
Before it could go too far, however, the menace of a man decided to pull away, chuckling when you followed his lips, still in the daze he'd put you in.
"You didn't push me away," he whispered with a breathy laugh, thumb playing with your bottom lip up until you childishly nibbled at it, getting a 'Yah!' from him and another laugh.
"Count your blessings, I still could," you challenged, knowing you did not mean it at all.
"Are you sure?", he leaned close once more, "So you don't want me to do this again?" he murmured as he lightly pressed his lips to yours again, immediately putting you in another daze.
He pulled away even quicker this time around, laughing at the defeated look on your face at your lack of ability to staying true to your word when it concerned him.
"That's what I thought," chuckled Jeonghan, finally putting some decent space between you, "So, ramen and beer?", he asked, holding his hand up as an offer for you to hold it, humming with a smile when you grabbed it and intertwined your fingers.
"Ramen and beer," you agreed, unable to hold back a smile as you stood side by side once again.
"Ever gonna let me take you on a date outside of this place?", asked Jeonghan a few days after that day in the elevator.
No more kissing had occurred between the two of you, though hand holding remained pretty present in your relationship â though that was a strong word to use. His flirting continued to get worse, and so did the attention he gave you around staff and other idols, but he had not kissed you again nor had he done anything you'd expect from someone who had been quite adamant about his intentions with you.
You hadn't questioned it, simply enjoying it when he did things slightly out of your comfort zone in order to demonstrate his interest. Could you be blamed? It was The Yoon Jeonghan who was after you, after all.
But a few days had been more than enough to drive you up a wall.
Spending almost every day in that elevator with him, at such close proximity, â pondering about when the next kiss would be â was driving you insane. It was obvious to you by now that he wanted you to make the first move when it came to that area of your relationship. As far as he was concerned, he'd simply continue to buy you meals and take up your time (and mind) as much as possible.
This was why you completely ignored his initial question and rebutted with your own.
"Date? When are you going to explain that kiss?," you practically defied him, staring him down as he gave you one of his usual satisfied smiles.
"Explain it? I wanted to kiss you, so I did," he shrugged, popping a grape into his mouth before mouth-feeding you one, "If you want more of that, you're going to have to let me take you on a date."
"Jeonghan," you began, "You know we can't do anything outside these walls. If we get spotted, we're fucked," you stated the obvious.
"C'mon, just let me make you dinner in my apartment. I'll even kick Seungkwan out so we can have some privacy," he smirked, hand reaching out to yours in order to try and entice you further.
"Are you propositioning yourself to me?", you smiled at him, mouth open and tongue touching the roof of your mouth in amusement.
"Good, you're catching on," he smirked to himself, taking a short pause to cough as a way to clear his throat, shaking his head and trying again, "I meant as a date. I'm not that crude."
You sighed again, "Fine," you began, rolling your eyes at the way his face suddenly lit up, "but you have to actually make me dinner. If I show up and there's no candlelit dinner on your table, I'm leaving," you threatened jokingly, unable to picture Jeonghan hosting a date so fancy. He pegged you more as the casual date type of guy.
"Candlelit? I can work with that. Wear something pretty for me then," he added as a condition, poking you with his chopstick to emphasize his point, "If I'm making a fancy dinner, then we need to look the part.
"Okay, then wear something other than sweats. I swear I've never seen you wear anything that's not three times your size," you pointed out his usual fashion style, even referring to this moment in which he was wearing an oversized shirt and oversized sweats to match.
"I'll dress up for you, baby, no need to beg," his lips drew up into a smirk that seemed to never leave his lips for too long, putting down his chopsticks in favor of offering you his pinky, "I'll have my driver take us tomorrow after you're done at the company," he said as you linked fingers, pressing his thumb against your own.
"You better not ruin my career, Yoon Jeonghan," left your mouth, though with mere entertainment in your tone.
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"God, you took it really seriously, didn't you?" you gaped at the dapper Yoon Jeonghan standing in front of you, holding the door open as he reached for your hand in order to let you in.
At the end of the day, your plan had changed a bit, deciding that Jeonghan needed some extra time to get the meal and himself ready for you, and that he wanted you to have time to 'doll yourself up for him' (his words, not yours). And so you went home the following day, took an embarrassing three hours to dress up as pretty as you could â as that strange feminine urge to groom yourself to perfection took over â and had your driver drop you off at the luxury apartment you knew Jeonghan and Seungkwan shared at around 8pm.
The first thing that welcomed you into his home was Jeonghan himself, except he looked very different. You had seen pictures and videos of him dressed to the nines for music videos, awards shows, you name it, but you had never seen the man so insanely put together in the flesh until this moment. Yoon Jeonghan was always a sight to behold, no matter if he was makeup-less and donning a messing man-bun, but the sight in front of you left your mouth agape. He had decided to go for a three-piece suit (too fancy for your taste, but that was likely his intent), chuckling when you rolled your eyes at the bowtie. His makeup was done and his hair beautifully styled. The jury was out on who had out-dressed the other (though it was likely it was Jeonghan).
"Okay, so no bowtie?", he giggled as he closed the door behind you, ripping it off with an ease that was only achievable due to the fact that it was apparently a clip-in and not a real bowtie. As per usual, this caused you to laugh, achieving the goal of its presence.
His hand made its way to your lower back, leading you further into his house as he walked you. It took him an appalling thirty seconds to move closer to you and whisper in your ear how beautiful you looked, granting you a moment of full sincerity with zero banter behind it.
You'd chosen to don a red slip dress, with a red lip and winged eyeliner to match. It wasn't too elegant of a look, but it was perfect for either a candlelit dinner or a night clubbing; you went for versatility, unsure of Jeonghan's unpredictable behavior.
Before you could thank him or blush at his comment, you'd completed the short distance to his dining room that had been just one room away from the entrance. The sight made any other reaction from his compliment leave you, distracting you completely.
It wasn't too elegant nor abnormal for a candlelit dinner, but it still surprised you that Jeonghan had actually followed along with what you'd meant as simple banter â he had actually cooked you and amazing-smelling dinner and lit a few candles throughout the room.
"Dude, this is too much," you gaped, turning back to him, only to be trapped by his arms wrapping around your waist. There was a pleased smile on his face at your astonished reaction.
"You challenged me," he said, eyes squinting at you, "You know better than to challenge me," it was said in a serious tone, though fully in jest, "Can I tell you that you look beautiful again, or would that be cheesy?"
"You can say it as many times as you want," you gave into him, wrapping your hands behind his neck, pulling him a little lower in your direction. He accepted this with no complaint, intertwining his own hands around the small of your back.
"God, stop looking at me like that," he groaned at the smile you were giving him as you looked up at him, his hands continuing to run up and down the small of your back, clearly picking it as a favorite part of your body at the moment.
"Why? What are you gonna do about it?", you challenged him.
"It might've taken me two hours and one extinguisher to cook that dinner, but I'd be willing to let it go to waste," he warned, front teeth digging into the plush of his bottom lip as he stared you down with defiance in his eyes.
You pouted petulantly at him, giving in to his banter for the nth time, "Oh, so you really were propositioning yourself to me the other day, huh?", you cocked your head to the side, raising your brows in challenging manner, "I thought this was meant to be a date and nothing more?"
His hands tightened around you, pulling you close enough for your chests to rub together, huffing out an annoyed breath, "Believe it or not, I don't have enough ingenious in me to keep this conversation going forever. Are you going to let me kiss you or are you going to force us through a subpar dinner I burnt three separate times?", he whined, chuckling halfway through when you giggled at his statement.
"I'm not stopping you," you murmured, leaning up and rubbing your nose against his own as if to dare him to take action.
Never a man to back away from a challenge, Jeonghan's speech ended there, closing the gap between you as his lips landed on your own with a mixture of sensuality and roughness. Loyal to their fidgeting habits, his hands remained on your hips, fingers squeezing the plush there every so often as you let out tiny breaths into his mouth.
It was embarrassing to count the times you'd thought about kissing him ever since that first time, having it invade your mind more often than not in the short period of time between then and now. The soft sounds he'd made into your mouth and the touches of his hands had been imprinted in you, making you silently and pathetically yearn for more as he continued his usual flirtations. Finally arriving at a point where he finally had you completely alone and with no distance imaginable, you let yourself go into the kiss, hoping it would go further than last time. The circumstances were more than agreeable this time around, anyway.
Seemingly, Jeonghan agreed with your silent pleas, slowly walking you over to the couch located somewhere in the large combination of dining room and living room inside his apartment. No words were exchanged, as they would've interrupted the consistent locking of lips, but your gasp was still registered by him when you suddenly felt yourself dip and be manhandled into lying horizontally on the couch.
Now lying down, it was easy for Jeonghan to truly invade all your senses. Still fully clothed, he laid on top of you, knees settling on both sides of your hips as to not lay his entire weight on you. The locking of lips did not seize, continuing as you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. The cocky man chuckled into your mouth at how insistent you seemed in kissing him, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. He had opted for close-mouthed kisses, making you groan at every silent denial for you to deepen the kiss.
"Stop being a little shit," you groaned when he refused to let your tongue enter his mouth for the nth time.
"You want me sooo bad," he grinned, kissing at your cheek as your eyes rolled once more.
"Are you going to be this annoying when you're inside me?," your head turned to the side, making you be the one to avoid his kisses this time around, but that didn't bode well for the boy.
"Yah," he whined, "It's not fun when you do it. Just let me kiss you," he slurred, repositioning himself slightly to let his hips find the height of your own, finally kissing you how you'd been wanting. He disconnected his lips momentarily just a few seconds after, pushing his hips against yours decidedly, "And, for the record, I'll be everything but annoying while I'm fucking you," he murmured as his last words.
That's when his kiss became intense and decided, exploring every inch of your mouth while his hips chased your own with a passion you did not believe Jeonghan could possess. He'd always seemed like the lazier of his members, like he'd he the type to lay back and unbuckle his pants for whoever was lucky enough to get him in bed. However, he had proved to you time and time again that he was actively interested in pursuing you â especially now as he held onto your legs, wrapping them around his waist to ensure his hardness could hit perfectly against the very thin cloth of the panties under your ridden up dress.
"Fuck, you already feel so good," he rasped, lips finding your neck, "Take this pretty dress off for me, yeah?", he nudged at the strap of your dress with his nose, kissing the bare skin he found there.
With only a nod and a whine from you, he got to business, hands reaching behind your back as you arched it to grant him access, blindly unzipping it and lowering the straps from your arms whilst still laying down. An uncharacteristically low groan left him upon discovering your lack of bra, making him look to you with a pained look in his eye before dipping down to kiss at your breasts.
Nimble fingers graced the length of your arms, creating goosebumps in their wake as they one of them reached your breast while the other squeezed at your hip intermittently. One of your breasts was trapped by his hand, the nipple tortured by his thumb while your other breast suffered through licks and nips from his mouth. Heavy sighs were breathed out against your tit m, mixed with the occasional groan as his hips continued canting onto your own. Your dress was uncomfortably bunching at your middle, but it remained in the back of your mind as Jeonghan occupied the rest of it.
It didn't take long for you to grow frustrated at the lack of nudity demonstrated by the man on top of you. Your hands mindlessly pulled at his suit jacket and began pulling it off, only getting it down to his elbows due to his lack of aid in removing it. Next was his button-up, which you fully unbuttoned as his lips came back up to your own, chuckling at your insistence. Once almost undressing him, he finally disconnected your lips, hastily throwing off his top and unbuttoning his pants. He looked down at you with heavy lids as he pulled his pants low enough to uncover his thighs and remain in nothing but his boxers. Next came your panties, which he slowly traced his the tips of his fingers, toying at your puffy cunt through the fabric long enough for you to release a few tortured whines.
"Jeonghan!", you scolded, getting a snicker from him before he actually aided you in the removal of your panties. Lifting your hips, you silently instructed him to throw off your dress the rest of the way, now fully nude under him.
The last piece of clothing separating you were his boxers, much to your despair. Your ached to reach up to a kneeling Jeonghan who continued to stand almost completely still above you, hand pressing at his cock through the cloth as he peered at you as if he wanted to swallow you whole.
"Are you going to do anything?", you complained from under him, hands attempting to reach his cock but being prevented by him, too occupied in taking you in to allow you to touch him.
"I'm enjoying the sight," he hummed, eyes taking turns between your open legs, damp breasts and desperate eyes, "God, I don't even know where to start," he groaned, sounding genuinely pained.
Pained? You could work with that. Maybe this was your turn to tease him as he always did ti you.
Sitting up as best you could whilst under him, you reached up to him, running your hands from his pelvis to his chest, fingers shyly pinching at his nipples. Your mouth found his neck, licking its way to his ear to nibble at the lobe. Within seconds Jeonghan was putty under you, with one of his hands wrapping around you to pull you closer. You kissed sensually at his ear, whispering unspeakable filth into it that had him groaning. Tilting your head to the side, you took a peak at his face. He had a satisfied yet pained look painting his pretty features. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth agape, hiccuping a groan at your words.
"Should've known you were filthy," he grunted, burying his face in your neck, helping you back into your lying position so he could truly bury himself in you, "It's in your eyes ... Always looked at me like you wanted me to take you right in that elevator," he added, hands coming down to messily rid himself of his boxers.
His hips were leveled with your own, almost touching your cunt but not just yet. Without thinking, you canted your hips upward, managing to get his hardness to grace at your cunt just perfectly. This drew a matching groan from both your lips, making Jeonghan cough halfway through his dirty talk.
"Oh, you're that desperate? Okay, pretty, I'll fuck you. Don't need to beg me so much," he mocked, positioning himself to finally enter you, but unable to help himself in teasing your clit with his tip for a few moments in order to draw just a couple more cries from you. With a chuckle, he finally began entering you, gasping a silent groan at the feeling of finally being enveloped by you.
"God," he grumbled, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure, "Tell me when I can move," he practically pleaded.
"Just move," you whined, "It's already good."
Your green light was all he needed to begin pumping in and out of you, gasping out praise every so often. His hands remained on your hips, squeezing at the skin whenever it felt extra good to fuck into you. Clammy skin and lewd sounds of slapping took up all your senses, making you almost miss Jeonghan's words as he began low rambles into your ear.
"Do you even know how long I've wanted you?", he started, breath heavy against your ear, making you want to bury yourself in his skin, "Always wanted to talk to you, but- fuck- but the guys told me I shouldn't as- as your senior," he stuttered in between groans, "But I couldn't let my chance pass when you helped me that day ... We just clicked," he confessed, groaning loudly when you tightened at his unexpected confession.
"Han ...", you sighed, gripping his shoulders as if your life depended on it, "I, fuck, really?"
He nodded against you, kissing the skin he could reach, "I like you so much, you have no idea," he continued, speeding up his hips, "Tell me you like me back," he whined with a bit of humor in his voice. It was impossible for him to let things become too serious for too long â something you really liked about him.
"I like you, Hannie," you humored him, using the nickname he'd asked you to use all those weeks ago, giggling in between sighs of pleasures when he groaned at it.
"Don't call me that right now, you're so mean," he whined, biting lightly at your skin in defiance, "I'm trying to make this fun for you."
"Then keep fucking me," you insisted, "Hannie," you couldn't help but add with a girlish and exaggerated moan.
"You're provoking me? Really? Again? Okay, brat," he huffed, hands finding the back of your legs to wrap them higher on his waist, ensuring his cock could now piston in and out of you in a way that had your eyes rolling back.
Despite his lazy persona, he was a beast as he fucked you, specially after you'd invoked that bratty side of him that couldn't allow you to out-brat him. It was toe-curling to think about how having you under him provoked this side of him to come out; the side that made him lose all inhibitions and break him down to his most animalistic desires as he fucked you. Any lack of energy was replaced by a stamina that made the slapping of skin so embarrassingly loud you couldn't help but blush. That, combined with his nonexistent shyness in letting out every moan threatening to leave his lips made it the most pleasurable experience for you.
"Sound so pretty ... You're driving me crazy," he grunted in a pained chuckle, "Gonna make me cum ... Fuck, come with me? Yeah, pretty? Need to feel you cum around me before I fill you up," he rambled, hand suddenly sneaking between your bodies and attacking your clit without any warning. You could no longer banter with him, too drunk on the feeling to vocalize anything other than mewls of pleasure.
Jeonghan's hips combined with the feeling of his fingers assaulting your clit were all you needed to lose yourself to your orgasm, almost dragging him down with you as you tightened around him.
"F-fuck, you're cumming? Is it that good, baby? Shit, took it so good for me, hmm?", he continued talking you through it, humming back a groan when you tightened just enough for him to reach his own high, "O-oh, God ... C-cumming, shit. Where?", he was frantic in asking, his gigantic eyes growing two times bigger as he looked to yours for guidance, eyebrows furrowing further at every passing second his orgasm threatened to take him down.
"Inside, H-hannie," you sighed out, mellowing out from your former orgasm. Another whine exited your lips at the breathiest cry leaving the pretty boy above you, whining out desperate praise at the privilege it was to cum inside you. It was likely Jeonghan knew about the birth control idols were usually put under, but his reaction told you he was appreciative nonetheless.
"So fucking good .... God, you're so good, so pretty, so perfect," the praise was endless, making you want to be the sole cause of his pleasure until the end of time.
Once finally emptied out, his energetic persona died out quite quickly, instantly morphing himself to your side as he nudged you aside to make space for him on the couch. Being large enough to fit you both, you snuggled together, Jeonghan nuzzling that pointy nose into your hair as you two regained consciousness. It was amusing how easily he morphed into his usual touchy and lazy persona just seconds after fucking you an inch of your life.
"Hmph," he hummed into your skin, nuzzling so much it seemed he was trying to enter your skin, "You're soft after sex, y'know that?", he thought out loud, leaving mindless kisses behind.
"You're so weird," you huffed, jokingly pushing him away but adoring the warmth that pooled in your heart at his whine in complaint, accompanied by him pulling you even closer.
"Yeah, but you like me weird," he reminded you.
You allowed a beat or two of silence to consume you before turning further toward his side, cuddling into him in as the comfort between lovers after sex invaded the room.
"Did you mean what you said?"
He hummed questioningly, too lost in the comfort to think back to what you meant.
"Did you like me before we met in that elevator?", your voice was meek, reminiscent of those mere five minutes of shyness you felt when you first met Jeonghan, soon overtaken by the natural comfort his presence brought upon such a short time.
"Yeah," he stated simply, "Seungkwan sent me a video of your group covering one of our songs in your debut showcase and I thought you were cute," he chuckled fondly at the memory, "Then I saw you at the company a few times and thought you were the cutest thing," he booped your nose annoyingly, "I wasn't planning on doing anything about it, but like I said, we clicked. You looked shy, but the moment I spoke to you, you were fed up of my shit. I liked that about you," he hummed.
You couldn't help laughing at that, "You liked me because I was rude to you?"
"I mean, it's not often that my juniors speak to me like that. It's always so formal," he blegh'd in an exaggerated manner, "I can't really explained it. It was just a gut feeling, y'know?"
You thought back to how comfortable you felt in his presence that first day, nodding in agreement, "Yeah, I know," you smiled as you reached over to find his lips, pecking them sweetly.
"Dinner's probably gone bad by now, by the way," he spoke up after the kiss, guiding your hand to his head for self-indulgent scratches.
"You didn't actually invite me over to have dinner," you reminded him humorously.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "I didn't."
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content: smut, afab reader, lots of banter with the rest of seventeen, jeonghan is bullied by you and his members, mentions of oppa (only once and in a teasing way), small age gap, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1004 (teaser); 2484 (full drabble)
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"You're going to get me in so much tro- Stop!", you couldn't help the girlish squeal that left your mouth at Jeonghan's careless roughhousing.
His hands wouldn't leave your waist, glued to the dip of your waist as he followed you around Seventeen's floor as you attempted to leave.
After the ruse to keep you around for his elevator rides died down, now becoming Jeonghan's official girlfriend (his words), the menacing boy continued to play dumb, insisting that there was just no one else he entrusted with the task of helping him up and down the elevator. It was a dumb inside joke between you, but it made your insides giggle like a madwoman every time you thought about his insistence to keep you around as much as humanly possible, even now as you engaged in a formal and exclusive relationship.
Hanging out with him in the comfort of your group's floor was fine. Your group was a mere few months old, meaning there wasn't too much traffic from other groups or any outsiders there. However, the halls of Seventeen's floor always made you nervous. You always insisted on being behind closed doors when it came to Jeonghan's floor, knowing that Seventeen were incredibly popular, which resulted in their floor of the building being far more trafficked than your own.
As far as you were aware, only your respective groups, managers, and a few staff members were aware of your relationship. Many simply assumed there was something going on, but due to any lack of announcement of your relationship, there was no way to confirm it. That, and the many people who ended up shipping you after the release of Hybe's Game Caterers due to how insistent on sticking by your side Jeonghan had been during recording (damn you, Yoon Jeonghan).
"Bunny, c'mon," he whined, nuzzling his head in your neck as you continued to walk down the hallway, attempting to reach their practice room, "What's the point in dating if I can't even enjoy you at work?", he protested, feet bumping into yours due to the continuous proximity between your bodies.
"Han, if someone catches us-"
"I don't care. You know that," his touches finally halted as soon as you made it to the door, holding it open for you in a classic act of gallantry often displayed by him. It was always unspoken and casual, but you came to learn that Jeonghan was naturally caring for those around him, especially you. Doors were opened, oranges peeled, laces tied, you name it.
"Sure, you don't care," you started, crossing the small dressing room that connected the hallway and the practice room, Jeonghan behind you, "You're like fifty, you've been in the industry forever now. A measly dating rumor with your junior would do nothing to your career. I'd get accused of sleeping my way up and fuck everything up for my members," you argued back, not seriously mad nor argumentative, just continuing the thread of conversation.
Finally in the practice room, Jeonghan gaped at you, amused yet offended, "Fifty?", he gasped, getting the attention of a fellow Boo Seungkwan and Lee Chan who just so happened to be sitting by nearby, "You're calling me old? I'm 28!," he insisted, whining at you and pulling at your arm as a child would.
Feigning annoyance, you held in your laugh at his childishness, knowing that this was always the result any time you attempted to tease him back. Before you could retaliate again, you were interrupted by the other men present in the room, having interrupted whatever conversation they were having with Jeonghan's loudness.
"You're the most lethargic man I know," said Chan with complete seriousness in his face, causing Seungkwan to burst laughing.
Dokyeom seemingly compartmentalized out of nowhere, also joining in as he crossed the door you'd just come in from, close enough to have heard the conversation, "Cradle robber," he teased as he walked by, sticking out his tongue at Jeonghan as the elder did it first.
Jeonghan gaped at all four of you, exasperated in his response, "We're like five years apart!," he whined in reference to your age difference, "If I'm lethargic, then what are you?", he yelled, pointing at Seokmin who had already walked away, still grinning in satisfaction at Jeonghan from his side of the room, beginning to join other members in their stretching.
Laughing throughout it all, you relished on Jeonghan's members ganging up on him, knowing it was usually him who teased the others. Ever since your relationship had become official, you spent more and more time around his groupmates â groupmates who found great enjoyment in teasing him over your relationship. You were never the butt of the joke. On the contrary, they'd encourage you to join in, knowing you were Jeonghan's one and only weakness.
Suddenly, Jeonghan turned to you, annoyed scowl on his face, "You! You don't get to join in and mock me. They're insulting your boyfriend, defend me!", he demanded, pouts and whines never leaving him.
You huffed, "Why should I defend you? I'm your junior, oppa," you used that term very strategically, only ever saving it to tease him or make him embarrassed in front of whoever was around.
Seungkwan all but cackled at the way Jeonghan stopped his annoyed rambling with a swiftness, gaping at you with his eyebrows all the way to his hairline. His mouth opened and closed, likely pondering a comeback for you. Within the short time you'd dated, Jeonghan's insistence that you call him by the correct honorific only got worse, but your denials remained. You calling him oppa at this moment meant only one thing to him: You wanted war.
Without further words, he grabbed you by the wrist, ignoring your surprised yelp as he pulled you with him towards the door you'd barely crossed mere minutes ago. Not really fighting him, you stumbled as you trailed behind him, waving a quick bye to his friends while Seungkwan whined at Jeonghan for his sudden exit.
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another thing i had in mind for ex husband simon was that this time you're more resistant. no touching, no nicknames that make you weak-kneed, nothing. divorce means divorce, and the wedge that split the two of you up would probably still be there.
fine by simon, he follows the rules to a T. hands to himself, polite greetings and only talks about the children. maybe for a birthday for the boys, he takes the family shopping for gifts since it's a tuesday and there won't be any party or whatever and when y'all come back home, the lights are on.
they'd been off when y'all left. simon quickly opens the middle console and pulls out his weapon and tells you to get in the drivers seat. should anything come running out, pedal to the metal.
a little bit of time passes, you're about to be driven crazy with anxiety but simon finally comes out, except he's empty handed.
comes to the side and opens the driver door. "whoever was in there is gone. probably hopped the back fence. i've already called the guys."
you're a sobbing mess because how dare someone come into your home? your sanctuary? what if-
and you come to a startling realization. what if you and the boys had been here? alone?
simon's looking down at his phone, and furrows his brows. "i gotta go get-" but you don't let him finish, trembling fingers grabbing the front of his shirt. "you cant leave us here. don't leave me alone. don't- just please. stay."
you're too upset to resist his embrace or correct him when he calls you sweetheart. the guys get there eventually, price and gaz waste no time in sweeping the area and you, accompanied by simon, tuck the kids to bed.
price calls it later, that the place seems to be clear. nothing really taken nor left behind. they all leave, johnny and kyle deciding to stay overnight across the street their car and simon also turns to bid you goodnight, except you don't let him.
you practically beg him to stay, that you won't feel safe without him here. the couch won't do because he's too far away, what if whoever that was comes in through the bedroom windows.
you seek comfort in him and in the dead of night, he whispers promises into your ear as he slides home. promises to keep you safe, to keep the kids safe. that he'd let nothing ever happened to you, not while he still lived and breathed.
when you're finally dozing, with his spend drying in between your legs, he grabs his phone and texts johnny that it's done, they can go home now.
johnny responds in seconds, telling him that he tore his very nice jeans jumping that rough hewn fence of theirs and that simon owes him a new pair.
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DELICATE
pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x innocent!wife!reader
warnings: erm weâre back at it with another dark corio! possessiveness, literal murder, threats, vulgarity, nc touching -dumbification/babying, emotional manipulation and vulnerability, sexual undertones and thoughts, ownership?? NOT PROOFREAD
summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?
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a/n: i swear i can only think of dark ideas for him because he is practically crayz - i loved this concept tho so enjoyyyy - annoyed i canât find any post-lucy gifs snd iâve already used the other one help me plz
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PART TWO
coriolanus wanted nothing more than a relaxing night. heâd been at a campaign meeting for about four hours and heâd gotten absolutely nothing out of it.
he was in the right mind to fire them all and work it himself but he knew he couldnât. all he wanted was to go home, have a bath drawn for him, eat dinner with you and go to sleep.
coriolanus had seen a number of weird things in his life but nothing was weirder than seeing you, hanging up the laundry to dry. youâd stopped him in his tracks but hadnât yet noticed his presence as you hummed to yourself and went about your business. after staring in confusion for a few minutes he cleared his throat, ây/n. what are you doing?â you turned towards him with a smile, âitâs christmas! so i sent the staff home for the rest of the day so they could be with their families. donât worry i had them prepare your bath, dinner and everything else. there were some things left to do so i thought, why not do them myself? i cleaned my room and yours, ironed the previous batch of laundry and placed them away, dusted the library and i was hanging up the laundry until you showed!â you beamed as you continued to hang the clothing.
coriolanus took a seat on one of the lawn chairs as you continued. he decided to watch you, to make sure you were okay. because who on earth wants to do laundry? that was the very reason you had so many servants. but here you were.
âyou can head inside corio, no need to wait for me!â you said sweetly. coriolanus was a strong man, always rational. but god when you spoke so sweetly to him- no. âthereâs no need, iâll wait till youâre done.â
the sun was hanging low as the last rays illuminated the dining room. youâd set out candles, flowers and other pieces on the table. back home you loved setting the table, until your father would reprimand you for doing something you didnât need to. what will people say if my daughter is acting as a servant?
but right now you felt at ease.
you had a good life. good friends which were rare to find in the capitol. good family and a good husband. he was proper, took care of you in every way, even if he didnât love you, you were grateful to be married to someone you liked. admired. youâd heard whispers of corioâs childhood, his depleted resources and poor upbringing. but you couldnât care less. he was more of a man than anyone you knew. and he was extremely pretty, your parents wouldâve probably married you off to whomever they thought would help with social standings so this match? a lifeline.
coriolanus kept himself in check. he was up for presidency, his name and wealth restored and he was respected and feared. you were a diamond in the rough. whilst all the other girls in the capitol were, special, to say the least, you werenât like them. first of all, he could tolerate you. like you even. you were exceptionally smart, well-read and spoken, respectful of those worthy but even those beneath you. you were kind, not the fake kind of the capitol. kind to everyone, helping everyone however you could.
and to him it was more than perfect. someone kind would be easy to have, easy to be married to. he knew from the second he saw you as marriage material that youâd never endanger those around you. you cared, enough to put your happiness to the back of the line. youâd be easy to control. after the wedding he expected you to be clingy, desperate for his love and affection. as any girl would from their husband, but you kept your distance. you didnât push yourself on him, you did your duty. you did what was required and more. but you always listened, listened to him.
so he assumed youâd be easy to be married to, but he was always in awe of you. your sweet smiles every time you passed eachother in the halls, in the morning at breakfast and at night for dinner. always catering to him.
âwhat should i wear?â âyou can choose.â âyou tell me.â âitâs your choice.â and god did it inflate his ego. you were always asking about him, how his day was, what he did, who he saw etc. but it wasnât just small talk, you were always listening. absorbing his words like a sponge, wide eyes, head nodding along dumbly. he loved it. and over the year he found himself, caring, on the inside at least.
every time youâd go out there were hungry eyes consuming you. your face, body everything. and he wanted to personally pluck out each eyeball and feed it to their families. so again, overtime, heâd shield you, protect you. his sweet wife who knew nothing of what the others wanted to do to her. a hand on your back, an arm around your waist, a peck on your forehead and his large red coat around you. all for show right?
he wanted to puke.
the smell of cabbage wafted to his nose and he was oh so close to putting this fist through the wall. who on earth-
you were humming, again. âcorio!â your voice was music to his ears, corio, no one said it to him anymore. not even tigris. but he only liked, only wanted it to come from you. âdinner is served, some of your favourites are here. i asked tigris what you use to eat as a kid. ooh, you never told me you liked cabbage, me too! guess thatâs another thing we have in common.â you beamed as you walked over with a bottle of wine, âtell me when to stop.â
he eyed you up the entire time. trying to catch a fleck of disgust whilst you ate, andddd, nothing. you werenât lying, you actually liked it. he swallowed his own fear and began to eat.
âmm, i was wondering what you wanted me to wear tonight? iâd like to match corio, if thatâs okay with you.â corio smiled slightly, âi would like to match. i have something i would like you to wear tonight sweetheart.â your eyes darted forwards as the word fell, sweetheart.
you couldnât help the smile that came to your face, he only used terms like that in public. and based on his reaction afterwards, of which there was none, it meant that he probably didnât even realise. or he did, you could never read him.
the red dress did things to coriolanus. the idea of you in it has his head spinning, but to actually see you in it? he wanted to throw you onto his bed and never let you out.
but to you it looked as if he was studying the dress rather than looking at you in it. âyou look good.â you grinned, âthank you corio! i love your suit, you look very handsome.â you straightened his suit as he looked over your shoulder, your back was bare. âdo you have a throw?â you quickly nodded and picked it up from the dresser. âgood.â you already got a million stares in ordinary clothing, tonight was going to test his patience and anger.
the gala was gorgeous. for once there wasnât ugly statues and weird color matches. a clean and pristine white hall, chandeliers, gold accents.
your heels clicked on the floor as coriolanus held his arm for you. âyour hand please.â corio stared, waiting for your further explanation. âwhen we link arms your arm is too high for me. i end up with my arm at my neck.â you laughed as he lent his hand, which you gladly took.
stares and compliments at every corner of the room, everyone was looking at you two. the future president and first lady of panem. a match made in the capitol. you and coriolanus made the rounds, talking to present sponsors, potential sponsors and other candidates, much to coriolanusâs distaste. after a while you realised you were sort of just standing there, so you excused yourself for a drink and a closer view of the band.
âyou look, ravishing.â charles operman. a sight which no one wanted to see, but to you he was just an ex-peer of the academy. âcharles! thank you, corio picked it out for me.â youâd missed the way his jaw clenched at the mention of your husband, but you were to engrossed by the angelic singer and band. âyou know, i always thought weâd end up together.â
the abruptness of his sentence had you choking on your drink, âexcuse me, iâm married charles. iâm sorry if you thought that we would be together, i see you as a friend. iâd hate to lose a friend.â you smiled as he got uncomfortably closer and leaned into your ear, hand on your bare back.
coriolanusâs grip on his cup was tightening as he listened to lucky drone on and on. he wanted to see the life leave charlesâs eyes, maybe his head would make as a nice present for you. âexcuse me.â he nodded his head as he placed his cup on a passing waiters tray. you were helpless, and he was here to help you.
his breath was hot in your ear and you could smell the liquor on him as he was grabbed from you. âcoriolanus, sir.â charles mocked salute as coriolanus stared at him, maybe he thought if he stared long enough hed burn into the floor. coriolanus rarely smiled, but this one was unsettling to say the least.
âif you ever put your hands on my wife, look at her, speak to her. it will be the last time you do so. i might just call in a favor with dr gaul, i hear your fond of snakes?â charlesâs eyes widened, he hated snakes. he couldnât even watch the 10th hunger games, the second he saw the snakes he ran to the bathroom and hurled.
âwhen i become president, you better keep yourself in line. itâd be horrible to see your family in the games no?â charles took a step back, âyou canât do that, iâm capitol.â coriolanus drew back,
âyou wonât be for long.â
you couldnât believe your eyes, of course heâd protect you but, threatening? heâd never do it right? the shutters of cameras had you reaching for corio, âcan we leave my love?â coriolanus turned to you, âof course sweetheart.â
heâd stayed up for a long time. a smile came to his face when he remembered the sound of charlesâs neck snapping. the door creaking open revealed a disheveled you, âcorio? are you awake?â he sat up as you released a breath.
âwhat is it y/n?â you took a shy step forward, âi uhm, i canât stop thinking about charles. he scared me, i didnât know what to do corio. i-â you couldnât stop the tears from falling as coriolanus swiftly got out of bed, helping you into his bed. âi- can i sleep here tonight? please?â
this was definitely not how he first expected to have you in his bed, but how could he say no to you? your hair in its braid, messy and lose, puffy eyes and tear stained face. he wished heâd first seen you cry underneath him but heâd take what he could get. what he didnât expect was for him to like this, the scene of you crying, needing him. he was the one who could help you, console you, coddle you.
coriolanus nodded as he moved back to the bed, tucking himself and you in softy, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead. god heâd held out for so long, denied himself and his feelings but having you in his arms was all he could ever want, but the idea of being in you flooded his head.
would you cry like this? would you shout and scream? did you like it soft and sweet? he couldnât be soft and sweet, heâd savour the moment but he loved the idea of unravelling you, heâd be the only one to see you like this, him being the only one to make it happen.
you curled into his chest, like a baby. your soft cries and whimpers went straight to his crotch and soon enough you were asleep.
his sweetheart, his delicate little wife.
corios hand slipped downwards and into your pants, he promised himself he just wanted to feel but god you made it difficult. he saved you tonight, didnât he deserve a reward? didnât matter if you detested he had you where he liked. so he slowly rolled over and placed you on the bed.
your eyes fluttered at the change of placement but he couldnât care less. he was done waiting.
you squirmed underneath him in your sleep but his worries faded away.
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DAY-SHIFT. (p. sh)
â part one here! After finding out that your boss has seen, heard, and instructed you through some pleasurable nights while parading around as a faceless cam-boy, you decide that your best course of action is to: call out sick. use vacation days. avoid Park Sunghoon at all costs. Unfortunately, ten days doesnât appear to be nearly enough time to erase whatâs happened, and Sunghoon refuses to be avoided. or the one where sunghoon pretends that he isnât an anxious mess over accidentally exposing himself and you just so happen to have a lot of fucking empathy.Â
minors dniÂ
PAIRING â boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab reader Â
WORDCOUNTâ 14.5kÂ
CONTENTâ forbidden office romance kind of, smidge of angst if ur sensitive, mentions of predatory behavior from sunghoon, he is more desperate than he is dominant, just the way we like it.
NOTE â bro im so sorry this took way too long to write, it also is way longer than it's supposed to be. but yknow. i had to do him right lmfao. NOT PROOF READ.
nsfw tags under cut
nsfw tagsâ perverted sunghoon, heavy petting, making out, foreplay on a chair lol, desk sex, very intimate shit ok? ok., pussy eating, jerking off, finger fucking, fingers-in-mouth antics, gagging, implications of something more than just an office fling, unprotected sex, he fills you UP!!! YIPEE!!!Â
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Avoidance.
That is the only way you know out of any awkward or unsavory situation. Avoid, avoid, avoid. Find a new job, change your name, dye your hairâ question all of your life choices up to this point.
Itâs the fact that never in your life have you had an interest in live sex cams. It was always just a porn video or a nice erotic novel for you. Sometimes curiosity gets the best of you though, like it does all people, and itâs not like you thought anyone would ever know who you are or catch you in the act of feeding into your curiosities.Â
The one time you ever navigated to the live camera feed on your favorite porn site did shift your sexual appetite a little bit. A whole new world of seeing exactly what you want without needing to search for far too long for that perfect videoâŠfor a cost, of course.
You made good money already, and itâs not like you werenât going for that promotion at the time either. You thought, why not? Why not pay a pretty, faceless man for some anonymous jerking off and move on with your life?Â
The one time you found something to satiate the late night body-cravings, the point of pleasure ended up beingâŠyour boss?
Small world? Miniscule, fucking tiny little world.Â
For days you wondered if Sunghoonâs text to you was just a coincidence. After all, the faceless man on screen didnât say a word to you after you uttered the name of your boss. Even if he directly said your name. Even if Park Sunghoon uttered your false name at work.Â
Consistent back and forth in your head. From, âNo, how could that even be possible? No way is it him.â to âbut Mr.Park started being weird after the first call, he used both names, he played off of the boss/employee dynamic.â
Youâre going crazy as you send another email to your department, apologizing for taking so many days off but not truly apologetic. Itâs been ten days now and Sunghoon has yet to text you again.Â
That little âCan we talk?â can be heard in your head in his voice. Only now recognizing how clear and unique it truly is when he does speak. You try not to realize how similar the cam-boy sounded to him. Only connecting the dots when they force you to do it, really. You still try to convince yourself that the text was about firing you, given his actions at work that very same day.Â
Maybe he was avoiding you because he felt awful about needing to fire you?Â
Maybe he sent that text message to start the process of pushing you out?Â
After all, itâs still very difficult to imagine Park Sunghoon having a cock that nice, or cum in that amount. Given, itâs not like you ever thought about him jerking off or anything, itâs justâ
You donât fucking know. Your brain is a mess of shaking anxiety and echoes of sexual frustrations and moans.Â
You were refunded your money. He texted after the session. He said your name. Itâs him, isnât it?
You refuse to fucking find out.
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From:...[ [email protected] ]
CC:...[ [email protected] ]
BCC:...
Subject: Time off Request: Rejected. Insufficient PTO.
[insert your name here],
The time you have requested from the 27th to the 3rd has been rejected due to insufficient hours. As of last Thursday, you are no longer meeting the minimum hour requirement as a full-time employee. Your PTO is at 0 hours and 00 minutes and you now have three unexcused absences. Please return tomorrow with a signed order or note that exempts you from work. If you move forward without returning to the building, this will be grounds for termination. Please review the company handbook and job abandonment guidelines.Â
Additionally, COO Lee, myself, and Division manager Park will be scheduling a meeting with you in the upcoming days, failure to appear will result in immediate termination.
Thank you,
HR
Well, fuck. You knew the time to avoid this would dry up, and this ten day hideaway to fake your death didnât quite pan out.
Devastating, truly, that you have to walk through those doors with the same legs your boss may or may not have seen spread open for him through a grainy webcam image. Horrifying, that you have to look him in the eye and explain that you really were sick for the past ten days, that you definitely were not hiding the shame of your sexual desires.
The worst part about all of this? Not just the embarrassment but the fact thatâŠyou liked it. On that night, had he admitted it was him, you may not have ended the call yourself. It felt like it added some danger to your arousal at the time. Which, naturally, makes you more embarrassed now. Mostly because, at worst if that was Mr.Park, it was predatory. At best though? You very well may have consented.
But the what ifs donât matter now. The only thing that matters is forcing yourself through the awkwardness of being at work after avoiding it for so long already.
Fortunately for you though, work isâŠweirdly normal. In fact, no one acts like youâve missed ten days at all. You are greeted by the usual co-workers, you sit down at your desk and can log in as usual, and there are no warning emails or invitations for what would be considered a meeting of termination either.Â
The day goes by just fine, suspiciously so. Sunghoon, though youâre avoiding him at the moment, doesnât appear to be too out of character either. At one point, you were forced to drop corrected paper work off in his office, and he gave you the same usual and small âThank youâ before you stepped out with your legs threatening to buckle.Â
Then again, his âcasualâ appreciation could just be your mind playing positive little tricks on you. Maybe it wasnât casual at all. Maybe that little uncharacteristic breath afterwards isnât just in your head. You didnât make eye contact with him during that brief moment, and you did rush out quite quickly so you wouldnât really know. However, in the deepest part of your brain his voice really does match the one who said all those dirty things to you.Â
Maybe youâre still overreacting.
Or maybe you dreamed all of this up.Â
You choose to remain unaware of the awkwardness around you solely because everything else is normal. Deep, deep down, you know. But youâre not giving that truth a chance to thrive or run your brain anymore.
And just as the day comes to an end, youâre actually feeling better. Anxiety is draining out of you, fear and embarrassment sit dormant in some hidden part of your brain over the small possibility of virtually fucking your boss. It seems youâve let this work day clear up all of that fear in your head.
You were wrong, right? It wasnât him, right? Heâd have tried to defend himself by now. What boss wouldnât be absolutely terrified that youâd report him, anyway? After all of that?
You actually feel a little dumb at the possibility of Mr. Park ever wanting you sexually, or ever even wanting to speak to you in that way. Asking to see your pussy? Telling you how to touch it? No, thatâs definitely not him. Couldnât be him.Â
And your eyes do stray after a little while. Just to steal glimpses into his office, feeling relieved and weightless now that it appears your fears are over and finally understood. Doesnât change the fact that now when you look at him, you might be wildly fucking attracted to him. Because fuck, imagine if that was him. Youâre kind of forced to put his image to the faceless cam-boy now, not that you want to do that or anything. It justâŠyou canât really blame yourself for it.
You lend yourself a little laugh. As happy as you are that youâre able to convince yourself that itâs not Sunghoonâs cock youâve yearned for, you really wouldnât mind sleeping with someone as handsome as him.Â
Crazy how the lack of anxiety lets you think those types of things though, isnât it? When your brain is no longer fogged by fear or embarrassment, itâs like the clarity can sometimes be scarier simply because you donât know how true certain statements are. Even through all of that fear, maybe a part of you wished it was him.Â
Even with the weight on your shoulders lifted, in hindsight, maybe youâre even a little disappointed that it wasnât.Â
And, just as youâre preparing to clock out and head home with a big secret crush and a little pep in your step, you hear the familiar notification of an email. No problem, probably just a daily report or something.Â
From:...[ [email protected] ]
CC:...
BCC:...
Subject: Mandatory Advising
[insert your name here],
Please come to my office before you leave for the day to discuss your conduct as of late.Â
Thank you,
Park Sunghoon
Division Manager
000-000-0000 ext. 000
Well, double fuck. To think everything was fine despite you being well aware of that shit HR said to you previously?Â
You barely recognize how the email is sent directly to you from Mr. Park, not including HR or COO Lee. In fact, the anxiety wells up inside of you so quickly that you nearly have to dry heave a few times before taking a deep breath.Â
In your head, itâs not even about the web-cam session with a faceless man anymore. Your anxiety about that died the moment you successfully lied to yourself enough, now youâre genuinely just afraid youâll lose your job or that beloved promotion you worked so hard to be qualified for. You just had to let your anxiety run your life for the past ten days, didnât you? After all, skipping work to such an extent? Everyone had to have known that it was a lie eventually. Â
So, you stand to your feet, brush off your thighs, and attempt to keep your heart from pounding as you make your way to Mr. Parkâs office expecting to see HR, COO Lee, and a severance package on the desk waiting for your signature.Â
Instead, you walk in to just find your boss. Heâs looking at you as he normally would, eyes focused on his screen before glancing at you for a moment and nodding his head to one of the chairs in front of his desk.Â
âMr. Parkââ You start, nearly wincing at the way you say it because, well, you havenât said it since the night you had your pussy out on display. Itâs only natural to physically react, right?
âOne moment.â He says in a small voice, clicking a few times with the mouse as you watch the monitor light shine across his cheeks with each window he minimizes.Â
Itâs silent for a few moments as you awkwardly look around an office youâve been in countless times. His lights are always dimmed, the temperature is always comfortable. Youâre gonna miss this office, though itâs not your own. It was a nice, brief escape before all of this if youâre being honest.Â
âHow was work for you today?â He turns his attention to you, finally adjusting and rolling his chair to center himself in front of you behind his deskÂ
You pause at the question, unintentionally tilting your head at it like a puppy. âGood? Normal, I guess?âÂ
You watch as he nods with a tight-lipped expression, eyes falling to his desk as he takes in a deep and disappointed sounding breath.Â
âWell, thatâs one of us.â He huffs out, causing you to feel a bit confused with his tone. Is he beingâŠpassive aggressive? And when he snaps his eyes from his desk straight to your own confused gaze, you can almost sense a bit of something else in them compared to usual.Â
Not anger. Not disappointment.Â
He looks worried.
âEleven daysââ Sunghoon drones on with an exhausted tone, cutting himself off with another breath that shows you were right to assume his current displayed emotion. âYou have ignored my text messages for eleven days.âÂ
Youâre shocked by that because as far as youâre concerned, he has not texted you.
âWhat are youââ You furrow your brows at him, frantically pulling out your phone. âYou havenât texted me. See? The last one I got wasââ You take a second as you pull up his texts and remember the exact time he texted you. So late into the night, right afterâŠthat. Naturally, you silence yourself, afraid to say it out loud.
âOn the contrary,â Sunghoon denies your proof. âI texted from my personal phone.â
You hesitate again, looking down and noting the notifications under the tab of âmessage requests.â To be fucking fair though, you didnât even know that existed so you never really paid attention to it. Especially as you practically avoided your phone out of fear that heâd be texting you again.Â
You were thankful he didnât. That comforted you. Now though? Your comfort is replaced yet again with anxiety because, well, he texted you consistently after that night.
âOhââ You say quietly, seeing a glimpse of âPlease, let me call yââ in one of the messages.
âI didnât see those.â Quickly, you turn your screen off and shove your phone back into your pocket, nervously clasping your hands in front of you and looking to the floor.Â
âI will reiterate then.âÂ
You can hear the leather on his chair squeak against his expensive suit when he leans forward, both hands splayed out on his desk in a wide and intimidating stance in front of you.Â
âWaitââ You look around the office now. âIf youâre going to fire meâ shouldnât the others be here too?â
Sunghoon pulls back at that, narrowing his eyes before lending a very small and even more nervous chuckle.
âIâm not firing you. I told them Iâd take care of your sudden and, quite frankly, unhelpful vacation.âÂ
You look to the floor again, feeling scolded for your actions but having a genuine reason. If Sunghoon truly is aware of that reason for your absence, he understands too, right?
âI have been beyond inappropriate with you.â He blurts now, that same leather squeaking as he leans back again and looks away from you the moment you snap your head up. âI have reason to believe youâve not yet reported me, and Iâd like to ask for the opportunity to explain myself before you do.âÂ
You feel a chill wash over your whole body, cold sweat peaking right at your temples as you stare forward. Heâs being so professional about this, and that lie youâve convinced yourself of is showing itâs face as just that, a fucking lie.
So this is it?Â
So there it is? A semi-admittance that it was him? That little feeling in the back of your head that wishes it was diminishes within an instant. In fact, you narrow your eyes at him, your nose crinkles, and you feel frustration bubble up in your gut.
âSo you admit that it was you?â You ask, needing a full confirmation.Â
âYes.â Sunghoon sighs, leaning back somehow further, creating as much distance from you as possible before unintentionally rolling his eyes. Mostly due to the fact that he was stupid enough to let this happen, mostly to shame himself. âWhat I did was inappropriate and unacceptable. I didnât intend for this to ever happen.â
Now you feel a bitâŠpissed off.
Like? Oh, he didnât intend for this to happen? What? You mean he didnât intend to let you fucking find out! Well, as good as he is at playing the part of a slutty man on the internet, heâs not so good at acting in real life, now is he? Saying your false fucking name at work, saying your real name with his cock out?
What in the fuck are you supposed to do about this? Why is he giving you the ability to report him? Heâs the one with the power here. He could fire you now and bury the information if he so pleased. After all, Heâs besties with COO Lee, right? That bitch in HR has an obsession with him too. Hell, everyone here loves the guy.Â
Youâre just a bottom of the barrel employee trying to work your way up. If you got him fired, surely heâd make damn sure you never work for a decent company like this one again. Additionally, you donât even want to report him.
Yeah, it was fucking weird that he just knew it was you and kept going. Super strange that he had to have known after the first call, only to ask to see you in the second one. Why does that turn you on in the midst of this anxiety induced spiral? Why the fuck is the idea of Park Sunghoon apologizing for masturbating to and for you so alluring?!Â
Sure, maybe itâs kind of nice knowing that someone of his status would ever find an interest in you, but it doesnât quite wash the frustration away. You have every right to question, and every right to be pissed off about it.Â
Still, in this quiet room, Sunghoon is stoic and all you can think about when you look at him is the way he said âif I were your boss iâdââ and the way he fucked his palm while saying it, implying he wanted it to be you while simultaneously knowing it was you watching.Â
Since fucking when did Mr. Park ever show a sexual interest in you? And if he did, why the fuck couldnât he have just been normal about it?
âThat was really fucked up, you know that?â You argue immediately, voice shaking at the speed of which your emotions shift. Your resolve isnât quite as clear as it probably should be. Perhaps you should report him, or maybe you already should have. But, itâs not like you accepted the truth until he demanded it of you.
You would have let it slide. Both of you could have pretended it never happened. You couldâve gone home and continued working, never paying a cam-boy again had Sunghoon not called you into this stupid, comfortable ass office.Â
âIn my defense, I was just doing my job. Though itâs my own fault for not telling you, my job here was at risk if you had found out.â
âYou made me talk about you.â You roll your eyes at him now, gaining the power and control over the conversation. âAnd you thought I wouldnât find out?! What? Did that get you off or something?â
âIââ Sunghoon stops himself from answering that question truthfully. He quickly tries to explain away the stutter instead. Never has he been scolded by an employee, but youâre well within your rights to do so. âI wasnât in my right mind. I never get called by name during these sessions and I apologize for having you say it.â
âAnd you want me to report you?â You raise a brow at him. âWant me to just storm right into HR and tell her how youâre a fucking pervert? Want me to tell her how you told me to repeat your name? To thank you for it? Is that really what you want?âÂ
Are you enjoying yourself a little too much? Maybe.
Sunghoon doesnât respond though, instead, he runs his hand through his hair and sighs from the stress welling up inside of him. He can only act calm and collected for so long, and itâs been eleven days already. He hates how hearing you say those words goes straight to his cock at a time like this, he hates even more how all of this could have been avoided if he had simply declined your second call.Â
But youâre not wrong. He is a pervert, and he did tell you to thank him for the pleasure you were getting from his voice and half image alone. At the time, he was so turned on he really just couldnât help himself. You fed his sexual appetite unknowingly and now this is the consequence of his action. Being a known pervert.
Is it what he wants though? To be reported? Humiliated?
Fuck.
Arguably, just having you humiliate him like this is enough. Drives him crazy, really. Whether it be from arousal or guilt, or both.Â
And for the first time since you started working here, you see him for what he truly is. A strong man to an extent, but heâs crumbling under his own mistake and it makes you wonder just how far he wouldâve taken it had you not found out.Â
âAnd what if I didnât realize who I was fucking myself for?â You glare. âWould you have asked for more? Avoided me here even more? Would you have declined my application for the assistant position because you canât come to terms with the fact that youâre a fucking pervert?!â
Sunghoon raises his hands in defense.Â
âPleaseââ His voice sounds panicked. âPlease, keep your voice down.â
âAnswer the question, then. Just fucking own it at this point.â You throw your arms up now, letting them fall back down in a slap to your thighs. âWould you have made my work-life miserable just so you could watch me get off to you? Knowing the whole time? Would you have kept on with that boss slash employee shit just so it felt more real for you?âÂ
Staring forward at him, you watch him accept that everything youâre saying is likely exactly what would have happened. Maybe he really will try to own it. Which would be⊠a good thing if you decide to let your own resolve falter.
So fucking secretive, huh? An actual, real life degenerate? And itâs Sunghoon of all people?Â
âMaybeâŠâ Sunghoon trails off, making himself seem much smaller than he usually is on a day-to-day basis. âI mean, NoâI,â
Oh, heâs actually stuttering.
âAnd you want me to tell on you? You want me to fuck your life up?â You raise a brow. âAs if I didnât pay you to do it?â
In all honesty, aside from the anxiety and awkwardness, and despite never once thinking of Sunghoon too sexually, things have changed. Drastically. Especially after being confronted with this situation and heâs not intimidating you or using his power to control you. No, heâs giving you the power and quite frankly, you donât know what to do with it.Â
Are you basking in it? Absolutely. Is it nice to see him cower in front of you? In that big plush chair that costs more than your monthly income? Hell yeah.
But goddamn, had he approached you before all of this and asked for a date, or showed interest, you would have gladly partaken in a secret romance with him. Heâs intelligent, attractive, clean, and has money. Itâs not like you ever expected the guy to go home and fuck himself on camera.Â
You never thought he was the type to be so lonely either. Or so desperate, judging by how he acted during those two sessions. Arguably, you always wondered why there was never a ring on those pristine fingers.Â
And while you were definitely the victim in this situation, you feel more embarrassed than you do violated. Many nights you thought of how he spoke, how he said how badly he wanted you. Itâs embarrassing because youâre starting to love the idea of who those words really came from. The Park Sunghoon, so untouchable in the business world. So untouchable by women and men solely because he appears to be too expensive, too pristine.
But youâŠ
Youâve seen him dirty.Â
Part of you wishes you didnât pay to be humiliated like this. The rest of you wishes you didnât fucking like it as much as you do.
âItâs only fair.â Sunghoon explains with a short breath. âI feel awful for what Iâve done, and I should have told you the moment I recognized her as, wellââ He pauses with a pained face, as if he hates hearing himself say it. âYou.â
âThen, why didnât you?â You raise your brow again, nearly forgetting youâre at work, solely focused on the conversation at hand and feeling relieved at the way itâs going.
Sunghoon shifts in discomfort, looking away from you.
âDo you want honesty?â He asks in a quiet voice, leaning forward on his desk but refusing eye contact. He keeps his gaze lowered the entire time, his voice small and shaky.Â
Thereâs still people in the office, though his door is closed and itâs unlikely he can be heard.
You nod to him with an even smaller âGo on then.â
âI tried to convince myself that it wasnât you.â He says, shifting his hands and picking at his cuticles.Â
Man, he really knows how to act sorry, doesnât he?
âI avoided you after that first call, solely because I think I wanted her to be you. Which isâŠincredibly inappropriate.âÂ
He looks up at you now, searching for a reaction and only seeing you nod at him. His eyes shift right back down as he continues.Â
âMy avoiding you led you toâ umâ more services.â He explains quieter, admitting in full the situation heâs allowed to take place, seeming more and more insecure with his words than he ever has before. âI can admit that I have fantasies and needs.âÂ
Silence.Â
âAfter that first call, I couldnât help but be entirely attracted to you. The idea ofââ
You suddenly find yourself thinking back to all of those things he said to you again, parading as if he wasnât your boss, telling you what he'd do if he were. He seems to have accidentally found a sexual interest in the dynamicâŠand he fucking dragged you into it with him.Â
âMr. Parâ Sunghoon.â You cut him off, actually feeling a bit of pity now at his admittance.Â
His words make you feel like maybe heâs not entirely just a pervert who was intending to make you get off to him from the start. If anything, he probably felt uncomfortable at first knowing who was on the other end of the call. Itâs the fact that his real life job was at risk if you found out, and still he indulged despite that. He accepted that second call, he asked for more, he acted like he really does want you.
 To the extent that losing his job was in the front of his mind and he still did it. He ignored the danger of it and prioritized getting offâŠwith you. You find yourself wondering if this would have happened to any other employee under him if they happened to stumble across his stream too.Â
Part of you wants to pretend he wouldnât, because the idea that all of this is happening solely because it was you? It hits a little too hard, a little too deep.Â
âOkay, okay. Stop,â You say, keeping your eyes on him and willing him to look up at you. âYou donât have to keep explaining, I get it.â
âNo.â He does meet your eye this time, stopping your brain of all thoughts at how differently you see him now versus all the times before. âI do.âÂ
Heâs so honest. Probably too honest for his own good. Maybe thatâs why heâs so good at his job, maybe thatâs why everyone loves him. Maybe a bit of lying would help him in this situation if it were anyone else, but for you?Â
You kind of enjoy the way heâs telling the truth. Admitting that he was desperate, apologizing for wanting you even if just for a brief moment.
âI asked you to turn on your camera for selfish reasons. I asked you to say my name, then I made the mistake of exposing myself because Iââ He hesitates, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply through his nose. âI struggled to pretend it wasnât me, and that she wasnât you. I very well knew what I was doing, and at the time, I wished that you did too.â
More silence as you stare at him, stunned, slightly in awe.Â
âBut I knew you wouldnât have reciprocated. What Iâve done is criminal, and I am encouraging you to report me for it if thatâs what you deem necessary.âÂ
âAnd if I donât?â You donât leave any more room for silence now, feeling desired and validated.Â
You canât pretend that youâre mad, though you were previously. You simply canât pretend that, now at least, you wouldnât reciprocate. If anything, youâre more interested now than you think you ever would have been before.Â
âWe can forget any of this ever happened. Iâll stop streaming and accepting private calls, and we can hopefully move forward without any ill-feelings of one another.â He blinks at you, near pleading with his eyes. âIâll push your application throughâ That is, if you still want the position.âÂ
Sunghoon does wince at the bribe, considering heâs never done such a thing let alone commit acts of sexual harassment, or perhaps even non consensual foreplay with someone. It really really wasnât entirely intentional, and heâs disgusted with himself. If you report him, heâd take the hit to his reputation and career, but if you donâtâŠwhat then?
Ill-feelings, he says? If anything, you might feel more ill parading around like you wouldnât want him to do all of those things he said previously, with free-will to say as he pleased without the fear of you knowing who the words were coming from.Â
âCan you please stop with the professional talk?â You hum out with an exhausted eye roll. âI donât want the promotion if youâre just offering it so I donât rat you out.â You narrow your eyes now and lean yourself forward. âYou hope to forget this ever happened? Really?âÂ
Carefully, the two of you watch each other for a while longer. Sunghoon looking like heâs about to catch himself on fire, and you, looking annoyed and amused. Still, the thick air in the room starts to feel suffocating under the pressure of the âissueâ at hand as you scold him further.Â
âWhat you did was predatory. Butâ I donât want to ruin your life over this.âÂ
You watch as Sunghoon listens, his posture opening up a bit more as you speak, showing that heâs being relieved of his stress through your words alone.Â
âAre you trying to hold a promotion over my head over this?â
Before he gets the chance to curl in on himself again, you answer for him.Â
âMaybe.âÂ
You continue too, not letting him speak for the time being. Or, rather, giving him a chance to breathe.Â
âShould you change your username and continue doing what you want behind closed doors because itâs no one elseâs business?â You really watch him this time. âYes.âÂ
He blinks at you, raising a brow in slight confusion.Â
âDid you take advantage of me?â
He nods before you whisper out another âyesâ yourself.Â
âWould I let you do it againâŠ?â
Oh, for Sunghoon, itâs hard to breathe right now as he anticipates what youâll say. Is it going to be a ânoâ this time? Are you going to stand up and change your mind? Despite just stating you donât want to ruin his life?
God, hasnât he already let you?
âYes.â
Pause.Â
âIâm sorry?â Sunghoon responds in disbelief, shifting his eyes to his hands and then back to you. âCome again?â
âSunghoon.â You make it a point to call him by his name now, ignoring the etiquette of a proper boss and employee dynamic. âI am humiliated by all of this but I can see that you are too. Youâve admitted your guilt and even go as far as encouraging that I report you.â You pause again, knowing that this isnât where the conversation should be going for any, uh, normal person, you suppose.Â
âIf you had just told me. If you had said anything about wanting to, like, fuck me, I would have done it with or without the promotion on the line.â
Does that make you sound a little desperate? Yeah. But itâs not like he doesnât know how badly you need to be fucked. After all, you know, the cam sessions and stuff. You were literally paying a stranger to get you off.Â
Shouldnât he, of all people, know that you were bad-off enough to get laid?
Sunghoonâs issue though, is that he never looks at his employees sexually. No matter how pretty, no matter how much they flaunt themselves at him. He never has, and probably never will again. If it hadnât been for that single first session with you, all would be well. But now? Heâs too attracted to you.Â
He wants you so badly.
âIf you tell me right now that you want me, in the same way you did on that callââ You stop yourself to really look at him. With the way he swallows, the way his lips slightly part, the way his hands show signs of eleven days worth of nervous habit cuticle picking. âIf you do all of those things you said youâd do âif you were my bossâ...â
âWait, waitââ Sunghoon stands in a rush, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden sound echoing off of the walls in the office. âDo you understand the consequences of what youâre implying right now?â
âIf I fuck my boss, we could both be fired?â You smile, feeling the confidence raise within you. Watching the way he reacts to your lewd words face to face rather than through a microphone.Â
âThat would beâŠcorrect.â He raises a brow.Â
âWell, technically, youâve already been fucking me.â You look away from him, feeling a bit shy even with the confidence, but never having spoken to a man so bluntly before like this? Itâs a bit scary. âWould it really make anything worse if, you know, I do reciprocate?â
Goddamn. Sunghoon might be a bit smitten. This situation could have gone a thousand different ways, and you offer the one that includes your legs spread across this fucking desk and his face buried between them?
Oh. Never has he been so willingly turned on at work.Â
âIs this what you want?â He asks in a breath, shifting his eyes to the door and walking towards it, immediately reaching for the lock but not quite turning it.Â
âIs that what you want?â You counter, turning and staring at the lock.Â
Sunghoon hides his nod, wanting you to be the one to answer first. After all, hasnât he been self-indulgent enough?
âDo you want me to fuck you?â He finally breaks and says it, blatantly, not sugar coated, yet still sweet when the words hit your ears. âAfter all this, you still want it?âÂ
You nod, dipping your head a bit against your shoulder.Â
Click.Â
âI guess I should have known.â Sunghoon plays with his words now, hand dropping from the now locked door and eyes entirely on you. âDo you want me to fuck you, or would you preferââ
âYou.â You smile, feeling your skin prickle at the electricity that enters the room through breath and words alone. Itâs the way he already shifted. Like all of that anxiety melted out of him within an instant.Â
âNo, no.â He stalks towards you now, the nervous Sunghoon is no longer in sight as he makes himself seem bigger, taller, far more intimidating. Just like he was on camera. âThe me you saw on screen is not the same as what youâre seeing right now.â He tries to explain.Â
âOh?â You tilt your head, and he only finds that cute.Â
Far too cute.Â
âYouâd do as I ask, right?â His voice shifts to a raspy whisper as he centers himself in front of you, both hands reaching the arms of your chair as he hovers above you. âIâm far more tame online.âÂ
Tame?! Thatâs what he calls tame?!Â
You stare up at him, keeping your jaw from falling slack as you physically see him shift from being your boss into being a man with a need. Not just any need either. A need for you.
Part of you wonders if he ever truly felt bad in the first place about all of this, because the shift from just moments ago is so dramatic itâs almost scary.Â
âSo, tell me.â He leans down, inches from your face as his eyes start to fall to a half-lidded stare at you. âYouâll do as I say? Youâd let me do it all for you, and not ask me to stop until I feel it best, yes?â
You swallow and slowly nod. Oh god, it really, really, is him.Â
âAnd while at work, youâll behave?â He continues, lips now ghosting over yours to the point you can almost feel them press down. Heâs implying that if you donât tell, that this wonât be the only time too? Shit. Heâs entirely aware of why this shouldnât be happening, but still making it happen.
 âNo matter what I do to you, where or how I do it, youâll behave?â
You canât help it when you lift your chin, just a bit to rest your lips against his words, eyes falling closed and hands hesitant to reach out for his perfectly ironed shirt.Â
You feel his smile against your lips, with that sharp-toothed grin he rarely offers.Â
âAh, so itâs true.â He murmurs against you, his hand reaching for yours and guiding it for you, straight to his belt. âDirty, dirty girl.â
A small, pleased, sound leaves your throat when he does kiss you, adding his own pleased hum alongside yours as his hands still hold yours in place over his belt, not quite letting you do anything just yet.
âGonna be quietââ He whispers into your mouth, just against your tongue before licking out and against it. âEven when I tell you to moan my name?â
You really shouldnât be surprised, but you still are. You like this Sunghoon better than the one who stutters and picks his cuticles. Heâs owning it, and in a way, so are you.Â
 After all, it wasnât until today that you truly learned what Sunghoon is like when heâs aroused. Not that you ever should have known in the first place. The fact that you do know, the fact that heâs showing you? It just makes this all the more arousing, in your opinion.
All he needed was a green light and within seconds it seems, Sunghoon became the need youâve been chasing for months now through porn sites and erotic novels.Â
You nod to his words, trying to drop your hand just a bit to feel what youâve already seen. Just to feel how warm he is, howâ
âIs that so?â Sunghoon whispers in an amused tone, guiding your hand right back to his belt, only to drop his other hand straight between your legs. âYouâre supposed to do as I say. If I tell you to moan my name, you do it.â
Oh, the sexual confusion of what to do and which Sunghoon to obey. All you can do is continue to nod for him, hanging your head with a breath at the way he cups his hand over the entirety of your core. You wore pants today in order to hide your shame, to try and feel invisible based on previous circumstances. Youâre not so happy about that now, as you try to feel his touch through the thick fabric only to shamelessly thrust your hips up and against his palm.
He moves his lips to the top of your head now, hovering over you in a perfect stance of power, hand gently rubbing up and and down despite your hips asking for a harsher touch. If anything, it makes him feel better knowing how you react to this.Â
In actuality, his relief is sending his arousal through the roof. Not only are you not going to rat him out butâŠyou want more of it? More of him, in particular? Not the facade of him online?Â
At this point, if he gets caught, youâre both going down in flames. So, why not enjoy the ride?
Truly, itâs laughable in the way heâs just as amused as he is turned on, relishing in the fact that he wants you and youâre letting him have you despite his past actions. Youâre messy too, heâs seen it, and now he gets to feel it.Â
âMhm,â Sunghoon hums against the top of your head, now pressing his own hips forward against your hand. âFeel that?â
The electricity? How hard he is? How needy you are?
âYeahâŠâ You sigh absentmindedly, bumping his chin with your head when you try to look up at him. You only blink twice before he coos out with a sad little sound.Â
He doesnât say a word after as he removes his hand and instead, grabs both of your hands and places them on his shirt.Â
âGo on.â He smiles, waiting to see you to start fumbling against his buttons.Â
And fumble, you do. Touching him, for some reason, feels so dangerous. Knowing youâre the one removing his shirt, watching his skin be revealed as it begins to fall open by your own doing? Itâs electrifying. Enough to lose your train of thought as you study how toned and smooth his skin is. Just like how you had seen on camera, so clear in front of you now. Youâre aching for him by this point, being able to feel his body heat, touch him, feel his eyes on you.Â
If you had really known back then who it was you were talking to, you very well may have pretended to not know as well, judging by the way your entire body catches fire for him.Â
And as his shirt falls completely open, heâs satisfied with the way you do it. Complacent and docile beneath him, nervous fingers shaking much like he did for the past eleven days. With those pretty eyes looking at him, like thereâs nothing in your head at all.Â
He chuckles at you, grabbing your hands again and placing them right on his chest, helping your hesitant touch to massage and caress each bump and toned muscle. He intentionally flexes the further down your hands go, all the way back to his belt.Â
There, he looks down at where you touch, then back at you with a quirked brow. You stare up at him, blinking, face feeling hot, and itâs like you move your hands on instinct. The sound of his buckle being unclasped echoes in the room, and his eyes only darken with the sound.
The sound of it slipping from the loops when he takes it upon himself to remove it completely for you, the sound of his breathing, the sound of that zipper, the button, the shuffling of his pants being skewed down just enough to fit your hand inside.
He moans at the image alone, loving the way your smaller hand looks slipping down his pants, the way your breathing is somehow even as if youâre trying to keep yourself calm. So calm, so pretty, but he knows how needy you are. He shouldnât, but he does, and he uses it to his advantage.Â
Youâre the one who moans this time upon feeling that little twitch of his cock urging you to grab. And he helps you too, with the way he guides your hand under the front of his pants further, forcing your fingers to grab and grope the thick of his cock, uncomfortable and pressing between his briefs and undone zipper.Â
âStill, youâre just looking.â Sunghoon comments, pressing his hips forward slowly and gently. âIâm right here.â He continues to explain the situation to you, as if youâre not experiencing it. âYou need me to show you how to touch me too?â
You hesitate with a groan caught in your throat. Youâre still processing the size difference that you feel now versus what you saw. Bigger. Thicker. Heavier than you would have expected against your palm. Honestly, you were so focused on the fact that Sunghoonâs cock is currently fucking forward against you that you almost forgot how to jerk a man off by yourself.Â
His hand had been doing all the work for you, and youâre quick to take over.Â
Sunghoon lends a very small gasp at the way you try to grasp, and instantly both of his arms shoot to the chair behind your head. He grips it, dropping his chin to the top of your head before thrusting a bit harsher into the grip you try to hold on him.Â
âHarder.â He exhales, his cock twitching in your weak hold. âGrab me harder.â
You do, squeezing the bulge before intentionally adjusting it for him, allowing the head of his bulbous cock to peek from the top of his briefs.Â
His relieved sigh is enough, you canât help it. With his chin sat atop your head like this, you have no choice but to watch the way he moves his hips. Just like he did on camera. His abs flex with each movement, his arms grip behind you on the chair tighter, and you couldnât pull your eyes away from his desperate body even if you wanted to.Â
You thrust up too, as if your body craves what youâre already touching. And you do crave it, so much so that your clit aches against the denim youâre rubbing up against. Unfortunate that you wore these fucking jeans, honestly.
âMr. Parkââ You let out a small and frustrated cry, using your other hand to try and fail at unbuttoning your own pants.Â
He hides his smile at the way youâve reverted back to his professional title, but pays no mind to it because thatâs what he wanted to hear in your voice that night. A desperate sound of his name, a plea, a cry. He canât help but cling to it and bury that pretty voice into the darkest parts of his brain. A memory heâll revisit time and time again after this. That sound, those pretty lips, this weak grasp you have. For the time being, itâs his. You belong to him right now.Â
âHm?â He hums out, fucking his hips forward while tilting his head back to look at you. âWhat is it, baby?â
Oh. You lost your train of thought.Â
Thankfully, he seems to do the thinking for you as he shifts his eyes down and watches you try to both please him and remove your own pants. A cute sight to him, really. Someone who was just scolding him for wanting this, fumbling for more?Â
So cute.Â
He chuckles, pulling his hips back from your hand and grabbing it, unbothered by the loss of your touch. Instantly he intertwines his fingers with yours, and grasps your other hand from your pants to do the same. Both your arms raise by his guidance to the back of the chair before he releases them.Â
You watch with a slack jaw and half-lidded eyes as he lowers himself, right onto his knees before he unbuttons your pants for you and very politely pulls them from your legs.Â
âThis what you want?â He smiles, lying his cheek right against your exposed thigh and taking a deep inhale. Itâs taking everything in him not to fawn over the woman who had him in his thoughts for the past however long, truly.Â
Then again, heâs weak. He doesnât even look up at you through his words and, instead, nuzzles his nose right up and against the seat of your panties before inhaling with a pleasant hum. âTo have me finally touching this pretty pussy for you?âÂ
God damn, if you didnât already know it was him on that camera, you do now. He speaks the same type of words, with the same confidence, the same sultry toneâŠ
You can barely comprehend the way he slowly takes his own pants off because youâre too focused on the way he runs his lips across your skin with dirty thoughts spilling from them. Fingers tucked under either side of your panties in preparation before he eventually pulls them off of you.Â
âDid you wear those pants to hide yourself from me?â He comments now with an amused tone. âKnowing you wanted me to take them off of you anyway?â
You shake your head at him, holding your breath. You did wear them to hide, but you never would have expected this situation to go in a direction involving his mouth anywhere near where you need it. Sure, you assumed he would have rejected you, you assumed that if it was himâ heâd have been so disgusted with himself that heâd only gag at your presence.Â
But no. You were bold in your words, and he seems to feed into that.Â
âNo?â He furrows his brows and lifts his head. Now lowering your panties much like he did for your pants. Heâs quick with his next action, seemingly hiding his own desperation through playful comments at you. âWhy not?â He adds, instantly pressing his thumb against your clit and fucking shining his eyes up at you with a semi-pouted mouth.Â
You roll your eyes back at the sudden pressure, relaxing your shoulders and slouching down in the chair. Your legs spread further on instinct, granting him a full view of your sticky cunt parting open for him.
His eyes glance down, peering into the heat you offered once before ever knowing it was him looking. Clicking his tongue, he canât help but bite his lower lip to hold himself back. He hopes you donât notice the way his hand finds its way to his own cock, he really, really hopes you donât see him act so pathetic over this.Â
But you do. The moment your eyes roll back into place and get a look at him. One of his shoulders is moving, but the action is hidden by not only the chair, but his fucking face. Heâs got his lips parted and heâs licking his lower lip. Slicking it up with his own saliva beforeâ
âSo quiet,â He hums with glistening lips, lending himself a light hold with his cock and pretending itâs you doing it for him. âYou have nothing to say for yourself?â He adds now, inhaling once more the scent of your slick dripping for him as he leans in just a bit more.
âOhâ!â You yelp slightly at the feeling of his teeth digging into the flesh just to the side of your core. He bites down harder and harder, licking the flesh between his teeth before sucking hard against it. The sweat and scent of your full-day at work does nothing to calm his raging cock. He loves it and it only grows his appetite for you. Licking, sucking, nibbling at the skin until heâs sure heâll leave a nice, painful swell to rub against your panties later. Only then does he release your skin from his still-tasting mouth.Â
The relief when he releases your thigh is short lived because he offers not even a full two seconds before you feel his mouth circle your clit. Like he canât help himself, like he canât tease you right now even if he wanted to.Â
 A flick of his tongue sends a shiver down your spine straight to your toes and you canât stop your legs from immediately wrapping around his head. You hear his muffled âmmfâ when you do that, but he keeps you from apologizing for it because his free hand goes straight under your ass and scoots you even closer to his tongue.Â
And if you didnât already think Sunghoon knew how to use that mouth for more than just being a professional business man, you do now. With the way that same tongue that used to taste the morning coffee youâd bring him now tastes you. Deeply.Â
He licks, flicks, and sucks every fold. Slurping up any dripping heat that slips out of you before pressing his tongue in and nuzzling his nose against your clit. Heâs not quiet about it either. He moans with each lick, hums every time your legs squeeze around his neck, slurps and loudly sucks.Â
Itâs pornographic, itâs sexy, itâsâ
Suddenly, you feel a sharp jolt shoot through you, having not even noticed his hand moving from your ass to your front, moving straight up under your shirt. His fingers immediately find your nipple and pinches hard. So hard that your previous moan only becomes prolonged. Grows louder, breathier.Â
He pinches and massages your nipple with the intent to keep you loud for him. Office setting or not, he could give less of a shit about that right now. He ignores the strain on his wrist from your bra, he uses his other hand to grip himself harder, and you canât help but squeeze him tighter between your thighs until youâre, quite literally, shaking.
Your hips are sliding against his face with each jolt of pleasure, practically riding him, and his cock is now entirely neglected because you canât help but want more. You need more. And he gives it, by now releasing himself and keeping both hands on you. One holding the outside of your thigh, almost pushing you to squeeze tighter, the other incessantly abusing your nipple.Â
He chokes out a moan through his messy movements, never quite knowing where to put his hands solely because he wants to touch all of you. His cock is just fine being neglected, he thinks, as he realizes just how much pleasure he gets from feeling you wrap yourself around him like this.Â
It feels better than jerking himself off.Â
âMr. Pââ You sigh out, still not quite used to actually calling him his name, but the sound of it reminds you time and time again how wrong this situation is supposed to be.Â
Youâre sitting on this soft chair, pussy being spread apart by a tongue none other than the man who signs your paychecks. And just this morning you were terrified of him ever even getting a glimpse of you without pants on? God, how stupid could you be? You shouldâve been chasing this manâs touch since the day you looked at him for the first time.Â
âFuckââ You moan out for him, brain spitting thoughts at you as each second passes. The danger of this, the fact that he genuinely got off to you before you knew it was him. The secrecy of his perverted thoughts and actionsâŠitâs all so⊠âSo, youâre so â hot.â
You feel him laugh, kissing the pulsing hole of your pussy when he pulls his tongue back to swallow. And for just a few moments, he turns his head, gripping your thigh with his teeth once again before speaking back to you, muffled by the hot skin.Â
âYeah?â He laughs, now pulling his hand from your bra and lifting to your chin, pointing your gaze down at him, forcing you to see the way your thighs nearly suffocate him against your pussy. âThen keep your eyes on me.â
And you do, especially when he uses both of his hands now, nudging them between your legs and forcing them from his shoulders. He rests your legs on the arms of the chair instead and flicks his eyes up at you.Â
âYou watching?â He makes this a point, blowing a small breath of air straight at your clit before receiving a dazed and slow nod from you. âKeep your legs open too.â
Thatâs the last thing he says before his mouth is full again, sucking your folds between his teeth before tucking his tongue right back into your hole. He tastes for just a few moments before you feel those same lips on your clit. He lets it throb in his open mouth as he listens carefully to your little sounds, especially now that heâs sliding his fingers into you.Â
You gasp, holding your breath at the feeling. His fingers slide in, reaching deep before he scissors them open. And all you feel from it is pleasure. You canât help that your eyes roll back again, but you do try to keep your gaze fixed on his. With his eyes so rounded, blinking up at you with his strong jaw moving with each swallow of his own muffled moans.Â
He sucks your clit, fucks your cunt open, and relishes in the way he will soon get to splay you across his desk and really let you have it.Â
And he does this for a few minutes, though in your head it goes by so fast that you nearly get whiplash from the way he pulls back with a wet sound and grins at you.
âAw, babyââ He coos at the face you make, seemingly disappointed to lose all stimulation at once, but heâs quick to lift to his feet and lean back over you.Â
Oh, his cock. Itâs right there.Â
Oh.
His faceâÂ
âYouâre so fucking wet right now.â He murmurs against the corner of your mouth with a raspy whisper, easily and without warning slipping two of his fingers right back into the heat that he just denied himself of licking more. âYou hear that?â He continues with a sharp toothed bite to your lip. âHow wet you are?â
You groan at the way he slams his fingers in, out, in, out, inâŠHe keeps them there, pressed so far into you that you can physically feel the way your pussy tries to push him out again.
âCould slip it in right nowââ He moans out at how tight you clench just his fingers. âFuck, could be so deep in you.â
Your face feels hot as a bashful feeling overtakes you. His voice hits so much harder when you feel his breath along with it. His fingers, his cock right up against you. You want him to slip it in. To stuff his cock in you so fast, no room to adjust, not a second to even catch your breath.Â
God, you need it right now. Itâs been too long since youâve felt a real person touch you, you canât help that you feel so desperate. The clench isnât on purpose, your body tells him all he needs to know, all while he tells you all you could only wish to hear fall from someoneâs lips.
And not just anyone. His lips.Â
You shoot your arms around his neck and it's not really intentional butâ an actual kiss. You need it.Â
He seems pleased by it though, with the way his tongue immediately asks for more. One hand moves to brace your cheek, the other still fucking into you so good that you canât keep a single moan down. He takes full control of the initiated kiss solely because you kissed him first. Almost hungrily, he licks into your mouth with his own muffled groan, encouraging you to keep being pretty like this. Just so you can see what heâll do to you.Â
And, damn. He guides your body like a puppet, stiffening his shoulders when he licks into your mouth and threatening to pull away by raising himself up just a bit. He knew youâd chase the kiss, and you do. You lift with him, your ass lifting from the chair just to keep his tongue against yours, and he takes the elevated position and angles his hand just a bit. There, his fingers fuck into you harder, faster, so much fucking deeper untilâ you feel his fingers stop at a painfully deep spot inside of you.Â
He pulls back from the kiss, looking down between your bodies, and your eyes follow his gaze. Right there, heâs placed his knee up against his own wrist, forcing his fingers to remain deep and unmoving in you.Â
You take in a sharp inhale, seeing the way he lets your body fall back to the seat of the chair, only forcing him to skew his fingers andâ âOh, god!â
You moan out so suddenly that it even shocks him for a moment, but he takes your weakness and uses it to his advantage. Quickly, he licks into your moaning mouth, tickling his fingers upwards, pulling even more animalistic sounds from you.Â
âYeah?â He whispers frantically, so turned on by the way your entire body stiffens. âRight there?â He continues, leaning his full body weight forward with his knee, wincing at the way he presses his cock against anything he can find in the process, just to get you off right here, right now.Â
You nod just as frantically, toes curling, arms shooting to the chair in a form that should appear as discomfort, but really youâre just bracing yourself through the tensing of your muscles before all of them relax and pulse at once.Â
Your ears pop, but you can still hear your desperate cries of his name somewhere distant. You can even hear him, humming and encouraging your orgasm. You wish you could hold your eyes open to see him, to grab him and force him to fuck his fingers hard into you. God, you could take it right now. You could take just about anything to heighten this feeling of stars bursting behind your eyelids.Â
Somehow though, itâs like he knows. Half-way through your orgasm, you feel the weight between your legs shift and his fingers start moving again. Still, your eyes are squeezed shut, and you can't help but to lunge forward and hug against his neck, clinging to him through the prolonged orgasm that his fingers alone have brought to you.Â
âSqueezing me so tightââ Sunghoon groans, unsure of if heâs referring to the way your needy cunt crowds his fingers, or the way you cling to him like a lost pet, begging for him to never leave your sight. âFuck, youâre so pretty like this.â
You hear those words over any of his others. So clear in your head as you snap your head up and look at him. You see him lower his gaze, but your grip doesnât quite allow him to actually look down at you. Not when he has to physically hold you up anyway. Still, he looks amused up there, knowing that single compliment mustâve hit somewhere inside of you.
Youâre not sure why, through all this, Sunghoon calling you pretty makes it so much more intimate. And even as your legs continue to shake, and you release your death grip hug on him, he keeps himself crowded up to you. Heâs somehow out of breath just like you are, relishing in the calm silence of your post orgasm as heâŠJesus.
Itâs not just your imagination. Somehow, it is intimate. Itâs the way he pulls his fingers out and both hands shoot to your face. First, he kisses you as if youâre a long lost love. Deeply, slowly. Then, heâs putting one hand at the small of your back, nudging his knee right back between your legs, and pulling you right up against him.Â
âWho did you cum for?â Sunghoon asks, pulling back just to lick against your lips and stare directly down at you. âSay my name.â
You donât hesitate, echoing out with a winced expression, still so out of breath while rubbing your clit to the expanse of his thigh.Â
âSu-Sunghoo-Sunghoon-âÂ
âYeah?â He encourages you, hearing his name heat his ears up. He moves his pussy-slicked fingers to your mouth while you cry his name, and easily presses your tongue down with them, sliding the digits further and further down your throat. âSunghoon.â He says his own name. âSay it again.â
You gag around his fingers, unable to obey his demand.Â
âSungââ He inspects the way your tongue struggles against the intrusion in your mouth. âHoon.âÂ
You swallow around them now, sputtering, tears now running down the outer apples of your cheeks. He watches you do it too, wondering how good that would feel if it were his cock youâre swallowing around. Knowing youâd probably do it for him if he wanted to right now.Â
ButâŠhe needs more than that. Despite how delicious you look while gagging, his cock has been neglected and he needs to fuck out the stress from the past however long youâve been avoiding him. Itâs like his brain breaks with the action as he watches you take his fingers in whatever way he offers. You let him do whatever he wants. Youâre obeying.Â
âUp.â He suddenly says, pulling all physical contact with you away as he turns, steps out of the pants restricting his ankles, and swipes every pen, file, and picture frame off his desk. âCome here, baby.â
You feel like youâre melted to this chair right now, in all honesty. Youâre still trying to catch your breath just from touching his cock before he decided to make you see fucking stars, to think you can stand right now is insane.
So, when you donât immediately hop up and throw yourself onto his desk, he turns to look at you.Â
Youâre splayed out, legs still spread, toes still curled. Your chest is heaving to breathe, eyes wild and lips so fucking kissable.Â
âOh, fuck.â He sighs to himself in realization, relishing in the image of you heâs only recently been craving. âLook at you.â
You lift your arm to hide your face, feeling apologetic for the way youâve lost the ability to exist as an active participant right now. Even more apologetic when you glance down at how fucking hard his cock is. Raging hard, so pretty with the tip sputtering precum for god knows how long.Â
He watches you stare, and lends you a few moments to catch your breath by gripping it himself. Leaning himself against his desk and twisting his wrist with a tight grip at the base.Â
âIs this how you looked at me when I did this before?â He asks, flicking his wrist still with each drag. âSo out of it, you look like such a mess, babe.â
You find yourself humming a confirmation to him as you watch, almost reverting back to who you were during that first session. Unseen, only heard, all while you got to see him pleasure himself to almost nothing. You gave him nothing.Â
Youâve still only given him nothing.Â
And so, very slowly, you force yourself to stand on shaking legs to take those two strides to his desk. Something inside of you tingles when he drops his cock and opens his arms for you, like a good boss would do in this situation. Supporting your unbalanced weight, letting you walk into his comforting grasp.Â
âSaid my name so pretty, you know.â He comments gently when he holds you close to him. Hands reaching down from the grip around your waist just to grab both of your fleshy ass checks and squeeze them. âYou want more, yes?â
Heâs quick to the point, only allowing the short and sweet moments to last just enough for them to stick in your head. Just enough to have questions about his actions. Just enough to give him anything, everything, he could want if it involves your body.
You nod almost shyly, dipping your head down and leaning against his chest.Â
âLet's get this off of you then.â He smiles with a gentle voice, reaching to the hem of your shirt and pulling it straight up, watching how you lift your arms to help him. âMhmââ He hums again, loving how the bra drags off of you along with the shirt. He lets both of his hands brush your nipples before he goes back to gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them.Â
Spreading them so wide that, once again, you have to lift on your toes just to let him play with your body. Which, oh man. Always wearing his button down shirts, his blazers, his long-sleeve shirts. You canât help it when you tug at the opened fabric of his shirt, asking silently that he shake it off. Wanting to see his arms, wanting to see the strength in them.
And he does it without hesitation, letting his hands fall from you just for a moment to shake his shirt off, only now hugging against you again and forcing a position change. He turns both of you so now youâre up against his desk, and heâs standing in front of you.
Itâs easy for him to push you back in a kiss. Your legs open for him on instinct anyway, so he need not worry about prying those legs open again. You do just as expected when he pushes you too. Your ass hits the desk and you lift on your toes to sit on it. Your legs spread wider, making room for him to step even closer, cock right up against you when he closes any amount of distance, and still? Heâs kissing you.Â
All across your face, down your neck, back to your lips. And his hands just keep feeling. Massaging your tits, lending small taps to your ass, holding your chin, jaw, neck, and thenâŠhe runs them through your hair.Â
The feeling is so good you almost forget how youâve been trying to steal a glimpse of his flexing arms as he grabs at you. Goosebumps prickle and you let out a groan at the pleasure of it. He keeps one hand there now, smiling against his kiss to your ear.Â
âYou like being pampered?â He asks, now gripping a fist full of your hair and skewing your neck to the side. âLike being moved around like a puppet?â
Never once have you thought about your sex life that way, but when you think about itâŠmaybe. After all, you did enjoy being told when and how to touch yourself, being allowed or forbidden from cumming. Now, with him quite literally moving you around with just a simple grip of your hair? Yeah.Â
âBy youââ You mutter out as you open your eyes, staring at the ceiling and feeling his tongue lap against your earlobe.Â
âJust me?â He leans back, using that same grip in your hair to force you to look at him. âYouâd give me that power?â
You nod against the grasp, lips falling open in a moan despite not being pleasured by anything aside from the stinging against your scalp as he pulls little hairs a bit too tightly.Â
âYou knowââ Sunghoon starts now, pressing his hips forward, dropping his other hand to his cock and slapping it right against your weeping cunt. âIf I had known you were this dirty...âHe sighs out at the image in his head, thinking back to all those times he silently complimented you in his head. Back then, never would he have made comments about your legs out loud, or how your tits would look in certain shirts. Thinking back now, heâs always found you quite beautiful.
Quite fuckable, even.Â
You listen to the silence waiting for him to continue, feeling the way he presses the hardened head of his length against your clit repeatedly.Â
âI would have propped you up on this desk months ago,â He smiles now, leaning in real close to your ear as his grip in your hair loosens just a bit. âCouldâve had you moaning my name this whole time.â
Then, you feel it. The way he adjusts his weeping cock lower, prodding at your hole just a bit until his tip is entirely enveloped by your clenching walls.Â
You swallow a moan and hold your breath, legs shooting around his waist and instinctively trying to force his hips to move forward, trying to force him to penetrate you deeper.
âShh,â He coos out, holding his hips firm and not letting you control his movements. Then, he kisses just under your ear before peppering them all the way back to your lips. He doesnât kiss you though, no, he chuckles at you for trying. Watching you let your tongue fall from your mouth, inspecting the way youâre entirely in tune for him right now. âYou really want it, donât you?â He whispers just above your lips. âWant me to fuck you right here, right now?â
You nod absentmindedly, legs still trying to force him to move, arms clinging under his biceps, head still forced into whatever position he keeps it in by the hair.Â
âPleaseâSunghoon.â You cry in a small voice, feeling as if youâre going insane by the feeling of his tip sitting comfortably in you.Â
âYouâre so cute.â He smiles, lending you another inch of his length before letting his hand fall from your hair. There, he grips your waist instead, letting a strained grunt fall from his own lips this time. Heâs really trying to remain collected about this, and heâs unsure himself why heâs enjoying the act of teasing you like this. He feels like heâs teasing himself more than you right now, seeing as how itâs taking everything in him not to stuff his cock into you hard and fast. âSoâso, fucking cute.â
You clench around the few inches in you and it appears thatâs all he needed to break entirely. Is he controlling you, or are you controlling him?Â
Honestly, who gives a fuck?
You feel his arms shake when he plants them at either side of you, pointing his cock straight into you and sliding in fully. Thereâs a groan from him that you want to hear so badly, but your own heart beat is thumping in your ears so loudly that you miss half of it.Â
The stretch is delicious, and the fact that itâs Sunghoon doing this to you makes this all the more enjoyable. The man who youâve seen day after day, now holding himself up on the desk youâve signed papers on with and for him? All so he can angle his hips and shove his cock in? Just to let his arms frantically wrap around your waist? Just so he can scoot you forward on this desk, using your leaking slick to slide you back and forth in time with his hips?Â
That groan you wanted to hear? He hasnât stopped. Heâs essentially, controlling the entire situation and when you half open your eyes to witness his face, youâre forced to roll your eyes back in a moan matching his.Â
Heâs fucking you so deeply right now that all you can do is moan, all you can do is forget the embarrassment, the victimization, the way heâs doing this to you despite the risk of reality crumbling. He could lose his job, you could lose yours, and yet stillâ heâs fucking you like he doesnât care.
So, you choose not to care either in the form of grabbing his hair, forcing his head back, and attaching your lips right against his adams apple. You feel him swallow and breathe out a shocked sound, and then? You suck.
Intentionally, you suck, bite, and lick, harder and harder until thereâs a deep purple mark there. He doesnât even fight it, though you feel him try to move his head just to keep you from going too insane with it. You donât care though, because still you feel his cock splitting you open, forcing you to adjust to him.Â
âAh,â Sunghoon lets out another breath with that familiar chuckle, âMarking me now?âÂ
You hum a confirmation as you move to a new spot on his neck, absolutely fucking marking him. Feeling devastated by the idea that heâd do this with any other employee. Or any other person in general.Â
âMaking me all yours, huh?â He continues with his cocky words, feeling the way your pussy clenches him tightly, dripping all over his desk. Heâd let you make him yours, with or without the bruising from your mouth.Â
âMhm.â You hum pleasantly, letting out little yelps each time he slams into you. Letting out full moans each time his arms wrap around your waist tighter.Â
You continue with the act, littering his pretty neck with your touch and loving how he just lets you. Knowing that heâll show up at work tomorrow looking a bit tired, but glowing nonetheless, trying to hide all these marks with that tight-necked collar he likes to wear.Â
âWhatever you want.â He breathes, letting his hips lose rhythm for just a moment as he feels his muscles tighten. âFuck, youâre still so tight.âÂ
You feel like youâre on top of the world as he compliments you, to the point youâre not sure when youâll cum because your whole body has seemingly been feeling euphoria anyway. Everything feels good, even if his cock reaches deep enough to cause little jolts of pain. The sound of the desk scooting back through the force of his hips is enough to make you take it. Enough to squeeze your legs around him tighter, enough to clench, enough toâ forget what youâre doing and let yourself fall into it with him.
Your head falls back from his neck and you pant out little half-calls of his name with each thrust. Your legs loosen from around him too, but his grip on your waist only pushes you back on his desk. Until heâs leaning forward so hard with each thrust that suddenly your back meets the cold wood.
Sandwiched between him and his desk, he follows the action, his hands quickly moving from your waist to your tits, pushing them together just so he can nuzzle his face between them.
There, you look at him. You really look at him.Â
What a messy, messy, man. Always so pristine during working hours, now looking so wrecked and out of it as he chases a pleasure that you hope only you can give to him.Â
âMr. Parkââ You sigh out in a pleasant voice, watching the way he sucks your tit into his mouth before his eyes open wide just so he can look up at you through each thrust. âHarder.â
You can physically see the way his eyes darken when he pops off from your tit, hands now going back to the desk as he hovers over you and intentionally rolls his hips.Â
You feel his cock loosen you up painfully before he intentionally fucks into you. Dragging all the way out, just to push forward in a deep and painful thrust. Over and over again, all while heâs staring straight into your eyes.
As you look up at him, you see the intent in his face. The way he wants to give you exactly what you want. Sweat shining from his cheeks, his neck littered with pretty colors. Oh, heâs actually heavenly when he fucks.Â
Better than what you thought that guy on camera would have been. Heâs not nonchalant like he was when he was performing. Heâs entirely in tune with you and what you want. Like what you want is what he wants.Â
You can tell heâs paying no mind to his own face or expression, blatantly putting all of his thoughts into how heâs pleasuring you, his eyes searching your face to tell him heâs doing well. To tell him you feel good, to tell him youâre close orâ
âFuckââ He sighs out, teeth tracing his bottom lip as he glances up, keeping pace with the way heâs been plunging into you. âI canât keep looking at you,â
You smile, feeling dazed and far away. It feels like itâs just you and him. Youâre not in his office, on a desk, or doing anything you shouldnât be doing.Â
âYou hear me?â He drops his body weight on you again, letting his hips move freely as he chases and chases. âIâm so close.â
Oh.Â
âThen look at me.â You huff out, now shooting a hand between his flexed abs and simplyâŠtouching your clit once.
 âOhâshit.âÂ
It hits you so fast. Just a simple touch causes your pussy to clench Sunghoon so tightly that he mimics your sound.Â
âAh, fuck- fuck,â His voice sounds frantic as he tries to pull out, only to feel your legs shoot back around him. This time, he lets you force him to stay. He lets those legs of yours push him back in, so deep that he knows he canât fight. âNo, noââ He chokes out, uncaring if his hips show you that heâs lying with his words. âIâm cummingâ I need toââ
âStay!â You shake beneath him but your voice sounds pleading, pressing once more to your clit before letting it go. You clench him again, essentially letting your body finish him off. Letting those clenches squeeze him so tightly, making sure he couldnât fathom ever wasting his cum. âDonât pull out.â
He doesnât. In fact, he presses impossibly deeper, trying to bury his cock into you to the point it even pains him. Arms shaking as he tries to hold himself up again, only to drop his lips to yours under his own weight. His hips are so tense between your legs, his cock is so stiff that you can feel each pumped release, and still youâre experiencing your own euphoria through it.Â
To the point your toes are curling and you barely notice the way you leave welts across his back from your fingernails through the intense orgasm. To the point his slack lips against yours feel more natural than anything else. Not kissing, just close. So close thatâ
He kisses you.Â
After itâs all said and done, he still kisses you breathlessly. Passionately almost, clinging to you as his cock twitches as it grows flaccid inside of you.
He doesnât pull out, he justâŠkisses.
And as you lay against his wooden desk, body coming down from the pleasure youâve felt more than once within the past hour, all you can do is let your brain think on its own. Without shame, without embarrassment or anxiety.Â
You thought Sunghoon would have been in control the whole time. Teasing you, maybe even making this experience more painful than it needs to be. But no, heâŠ
Heâs soft. Gentle, almost.Â
Only now do you recognize that as badly as he probably wants to appear harsh, like the confident man he is on camera, you think he needs something else. Not just power, not just money or control. Not even just fucking.Â
You thinkâŠmaybe, Sunghoon needs connection.Â
Intimacy.Â
And thatâs proven when he does finally stand on his own buckled knees, pulling you up with him into a hug where he still kisses you. Up until he takes that shirt you unbuttoned and holds it between your legs, scratching the back of his neck with a shy glance at you.Â
âSorry for the mess.â He echoes in a meek voice, holding that shirt firm against you. âGuess I just couldnât help myself.â
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Days later, you find yourself in his bed. Which should have been expected probably. Still doesnât change the fact that every few hours, you remind yourself the reality of the situation.
Itâs not just any bed youâre in. Itâs Sunghoonâs bed.Â
âOh, right. The promotion.â Sunghoon suddenly calls out mid-episode.Â
Youâve been here with him all day. To the point neither of you bother to put on clothes now because you know the spark will come back at any given time and youâll be all over each other again. Still, lazing in his bed with him on a Saturday afternoon is nice.Â
âIâve been a bit occupied butâ the interviews for the assistant position has been pushed back a bit due to you not coming to work. I was supposed to notify you when you got back, but you know, we had prioritiesââÂ
Sunghoon sighs, embarrassed. Itâs nice actually, seeing him in his natural element. Allowing you to see him as more than just the guy that wears a suit and tie every day at work.Â
âUnrelated to usâŠdoing this, but, youâre up for the interview. Just need to schedule it with me. If you still want to be my assistant, I mean.â
âOh, I can only imagine what that could entail.â
Sunghoon seems offended by this remark as he pulls back with furrowed brows.
âExcuse me?â
âDid you fuck the last one too?â You give him a playful smile, prodding at his soft-skinned chest.
âAbsolutely not?!âÂ
âYouâre still gonna fuck me too though, right? Even if Iâm constantly having to nag you for signatures and meetings?âÂ
Sunghoon stares at you before smiling.Â
âWell, let's see if you get the job anyway. Rhonda from Marketing is applying too.â
You lend a half-joke gag at him.Â
âIs it too forward to ask for special attention for the position along with a sexual favor?â You tread the thin line. âIâm half joking but wouldnât it be likeâŠnormal for us to be seen around each other at work if Iâm working a job that requires it?â
Sunghoon thinks hard.
âYouâre really asking to fuck your way up the ladder?â
âArenât you the one who offered it so I wouldnât tell your dirty little secret?â You narrow your eyes at him. âBut no, Iâm asking for the job Iâve been trying to earn for ages. Besides, Iâd still fuck you anyway.â
âFair.â Sunghoon thinks harder still. âRhonda would probably find out too, if she were to get the position anyway, considering my assistants are often intertwined in my personal business as well.â
âOh, Iâm personal business now?â
âBabe, my hand has been on your tit for an hour now.âÂ
Well, heâs not wrong.
âRhonda is really close with HR tooâŠâ You trail off, feeling a bit anxious. âI think sheâd hold it over both of us if she found out.âÂ
âIn all fairness, youâve been considered for the job more than a few times the past few months. Rhonda only applied during your two week avoidance of me. The reason sheâs even up for the position is because my boss thinks youâre too flaky.âÂ
Oh, so you have a chance with or without putting his dick in your mouth again?
âWho else has applied?â
âConfidential.â Sunghoon shrugs. âI still have to follow company rules even if weâre breaking a few of them right now. What I can tell you is, over fifteen other candidates have already been phased out by me personally.âÂ
You pause.
âWhy?â
âBad matches, mostly. Two of them have been caught talking shit about me through the company emails, and the others? Many outside applicants, all freshman college students with strict schedules.â
âBeing my assistant is not an easy job, and even before all of this, youâve practically been doing the job already, better than the current assistant I have.â
You damn fucking right you have.
âHow many are still in the running?â
âTwo.â
Oh, this job is soooooo yours.Â
âJust, one more thing.â Sunghoon sighs. âIf you get this job, we cannot be fucking in my office. No sexual stuff at work. We can take lunch together, or Iâll bring you home after work, but absolutely nothing at work.â
Oh, he thinks you want him that badly?Â
âWho says I need to fuck you during work hours anyway? I know how to control myself.â
âItâs not you who Iâm worried about.â Sunghoon looks away, biting the inside of his cheek.
âYeah?â You smile. âYou gonna be calling me into your office just to torture yourself?â
âOh, absolutely.âÂ
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My favorite headcanons for caitvi are ones where they met as kids/teens, by far
Like it's so fucking cute, the idea that Caitlyn would be immediately drawn to Vi due to her curiosity, and Vi can't help but be smitten by Caitlyn's atypical behaviors and willingness to explore new concepts and experiences and ideas.
Just like when they meet as adults in the original universe, their backgrounds should make them incompatible, but there's that inexplicable draw that brings them together.
Imagine Caitlyn tags along with Jayce to his visits in the undercity without telling her parents and can't stop staring at the pink haired girl she sees there at the shop, just hanging around, and they meet eyes, and BOOM, instant connection. Vi also sneaks glances and realizes she's never seen a Piltie girl her age this close before. She wonders if they're all this pretty.
Imagine Vi is sneaking around topside to catch glimpses of Caitlyn, because she feels like she shouldn't be so drawn to a Piltie, but she is anyway.
Imagine one day Caitlyn actually catches sight of Vi across the street as she tries to remain inconspicuous, but Caitlyn would recognize that pink hair in a heartbeat. Imagine she sneaks away from her mother or whoever she's with in order to go talk to her.
"It's you," she says, shy yet bold.
Vi, of course, tries to play it off. "Dunno what you're talking about, topside." But the blush on her cheeks tells another story.
Caitlyn ignores the very obvious attempts at ignorance. "I've been wanting to come visit the shop again, but it's hard for me to find the chance to get away from my mother. She's kind of overprotective."
Vi decides it's best not to play dumb, but can't completely be honest about wanting to see her as well. "You're sure you wanna share about your life with me? Maybe your mom's got a point, shouldn't associate with undercity trash and all."
Caitlyn frowns. "I don't think you're trash. That's silly. Why would you call yourself that?"
Vi is caught a bit off guard. "Isn't that what all you Pilties think of us?"
"I certainly don't." Caitlyn cocks her head as this leaves Vi without a response. "Why are you here, anyway?"
Vi stumbles around in her head for an answer. Shoves her hands in her pockets. Kicks a rock aside. Shrugs. "W-why are YOU talking to me?"
This makes Caitlyn smirk. "I DID say I've been meaning to come back to the shop. What do you think?"
"Dunno. Could want a number of things there." Vi has been staring at the ground but peers up at Caitlyn here. "Give me a hint?" The barest of upturned lips.
This makes Caitlyn break out into a genuine smile that steals Vi's breath a bit. "You're kind of adorable, you know that?"
Vi sputters. "Am NOT."
"Are so." Caitlyn tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Can't help but think the girl's freckles compliment her blush well.
Vi rolls her eyes, trying to pretend her brain isn't setting off fireworks. "I don't even know your name."
"Would you like to know it?" Caitlyn says, tilting her head.
"Since you insist on teasing me, I think it's fair."
"But you make it so easy," Caitlyn giggles. "Alright. I'm Caitlyn."
"Caitlyn," Vi breathes. Shakes her head. Clears her throat. Thrusts her hand out, scuffed up palms and knuckles and all. "I'm Vi."
"Vi. Pleasure to meet you." Caitlyn takes her hand without hesitation, notices how rough they feel compared to hers, incredibly intrigued.
"Caitlyn!" A voice calls. The girls both turn. It's her mother.
"Shit." Caitlyn breathes.
This makes Vi laugh, surprised. "Didn't know princesses could use words like that."
"Oh, hush." Caitlyn looks back at her, panicked. "I have to go. I'm sorry." Her eyes shift so they're alight with mischief. She jerks her head towards her mom. "You've got a talent for sneaking around, I assume?"
"And if I do?"
"Wait until we're out of sight. Maybe if you're good enough, you can stay under her radar." Caitlyn smirks. "Maybe you could teach me how to sneak about myself. Could come in handy."
Without giving Vi a chance to respond, she turns away, skirt swishing about.
And if Vi does exactly what Caitlyn says, following her home out of sight, and later taps at the same glass doors of the balcony she sees the girl disappear into after a while of spying, no one is the wiser. She figures she doesn't need to tell Vander what she's been up to just yet.
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