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catdia · 8 months ago

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Grayson with a Chubby S/o

she met you in the undercity, you were introduced to each other by Vander in his bar.

you were the new bartender

Grayson never expected a goddess behind the counter instead of the usual Vander. She only ever came strictly for business

but something about the way you smiled at patrons while serving drinks, the sway of your wide hips as you carried beers to tables, hand stuffing tips inside your cleavage, knocking the teeth out of a guy that touched you too friendly for your liking made her become a regular

she prayed in her office everyday that some idiot for the Undercity would make a scene in Piltover so that she could report it to Vander

Grayson was daydreamed about you. having your full figure pressed against hers as you pointed at which drink you liked most on the menu

how beads of sweat rivered down your breasts after lifting new inventory

your dirty mouth as you cursed out customers that didn’t pay or Vander for not giving you a proper 15 minute break at rush hour

the way you squished her biceps and felt her muscles she worked hard to maintain as you greeted her

you never charged her for the drinks she got, but always found the same amount on the table when she left

you called her your “favorite enforcer” while giving her the finger. Grayson loved your fire

on countless occasions did she watch you fight of enforces that were violent to innocent bystanders. they were left bruised to the bone. whatever punishment that she had in mind was far to kind next to your bloody one

her fellow comrades feared you more than Vander in many ways. You were cruel to the strong and protective to the weak

making a name for yourself both in Piltover and The Lanes

when you first got acquainted you thoughtthat she was there for you

“In my defense your buddies got what was coming to them. I don’t especially like child beaters. And good thing that I only just broke a leg. And not a neck.”

“I’m not here for you. I have to speak with Vander.”

you were in love the first moment she took off her oxygen mask. and what a voice. a beautiful woman with bird like features. what you’ll do to be trapped in her claws…

you poured her a drink, leaning over the wide oak counter. pushing your breasts up. watching her eyes roam your skin

“Ohh — what a bummer. I would have loved to be dragged to Stillwater by such a lovely thing as yourself. You enforcers tend to be on the— What’s the word? Ah! Brutish side.”

“If it weren’t for your connections to Vander you would have been arrested by now. And if it wasn’t me, you’ll be right on your way to a life long sentence. But between you and me, we can always use more people to shallowout the bad apples.” she said taking a gulp of her drink. smiling at you with her lovely lips.

she introduced herself as Officer Grayson. shaking your hand with a gentle grip. what a powerful woman. and how you craved that

“I like you Officer Grayson. Let me get The Hound for you right quick.”

you saw that she was a decorated officer by the silver and gold on her uniform. Rifle secured on her back

you loved her uniform, constantly flirting with her by fixing her collar and stealing her enforcer hat

saying you like women in blue

“Tell me Sheriff, does its ever come off?”

you asked, now on your 5th drink. running your hands over Grayson’s jacket. playing with the small medals she had hanging from it

“For you my dear, it will come off in a heartbeat.”

she is a romantic. waited months before even kissing you. you thought she didn’t take the hint with the constant flirting

Grayson just wanted to properly court you, giving you extra large tips and bringing gifts from top side as peace offerings

gifting you fresh roses in marble vases

dancing with you at the bar as love songs were playing

lifting you of the ground (which made you extremely horny) in order to spin you in her arms and dip you into a kiss.

but once all formalities were left aside you jumped her bones on a slow night. you closed The Drop early one evening when Vander was away on smuggling business

she this time came to scold you about the the guns you stole from the Kiramman’s trade ship.

“Do you know what have you done?! The guns you stole are worth more than money. It’s the skin on my back that is going to —“

you shut her up with a kiss. you knew about her connections. you just wanted an excuse for her to come down for YOU. not herself hiding behind a stupid purse snatching to come and speak to your boss as a buffer to get your attention

stripping her uniform of as you pushed her on a tableless booth. thanking Sevika for breaking the table when she landed on it amidst a gambling brawl

“You r-really know how to get out of trouble.”

having Grayson’s legs over your shoulders as you eat away at her cunt. Her hand on top of your head, shirt unbuttoned. Moaning as you lapped her clit. Each breast in one of your palms

Grayson’s head hitting the wall behind the plush leather cushions. a glass of whiskey on the other hand

legs intertwined and cunts touching. rocking against your bodies until your clits throbbed. gasping for air between kisses. cumming on each other’s sex

Grayson wanted to get you out of The Lanes as soon as possible. out of the violence and toxicity

even though you were a beacon of light. caring for the children of the streets and a shoulder to cry on when the hardness of the underground was too much to bare

calls you darling, love, angel, dove

you make fun of her cigarette mom voice

Grayson is a big gift giver, she is the head of the enforcers and that means she makes big girl money

you can expect everything from clothing, jewelry, lavish spa days you name it

“For you, my love”

Grayson wrapped a gold and emerald necklace around your throat. you have never experienced such luxury before

you bagged yourself a sugar mommy

gave you a massive diamond ring when she proposed to you

you had a small wedding in The Last Drop. only very close friends were present. once the news got out that Grayson married a woman from the under city she was met with whisperers, and for a long time hesitation from other enforcers

Marcus was especially pissed that his commander was meddling with the undecity

but once he saw you bringing lunch to Grayson and extra for her subordinates he developed a FAT crush on you. Grayson has caught him more than once looking at your ass as you walked away

you laughed at Grayson’s poor excuse of hiding her jealousy. always touching and kissing her in front of her acquaintances to show your loyalty to her

even the council questioned her decision of your marriage. you were like oil and water to the outside world

“With no disrespect Councilors, but what happens in my bed doesn’t limit my ability to protect this city.”

Grayson once needed to pull you out of the councilors office because you may or may not have tried to choke Salo to death because of a comment he made against your lady

Mel developed respect for you. she occasionally invited you for tea and talked about social troubles between the two cities

If it wasn’t for you, then the new education and water systems wouldn’t have taken place in The Lanes. making life down there more livable

Grayson equally hates going to Piltovan social events as much as you do. but it’s part of her job to keep the rich socialites entertained

the only highlight of the event was going dress shopping with you. admiring your curves as you walked out in different gowns

she paid for every single one you liked

“You can always wear it for me at home, darling.” was her excuse

she looked ever so exquisite in the two piece suits. always color coordinated with your dress.

Grayson got bombarded by half assed praise for keeping the “trenchers” at bay. While you got ignorant questions about your uprising

you always found each other in outdoor balconies. Sipping on good champagne and looking at the shadows of Piltover

you eventually met little Caitlyn. An excellent shot and even more excellent character.

both of you trained under your wife in the art of gunmanship

Grayson taught you how to properly assemble, clean and shoot a rifle/guns

chest pressed against your back, both hand holding your gun filled ones. Staring at a blue and red bullseye. Fingers slowly descending to your abdomen, then hips.

“Now, dove, the only thing more important than a bullet is the gun in which it’s shot from. And for the gun, the only thing more important than its bullet is the purpose of which its fired.”

every solo training session end with one of you backed into a tree with your legs spread by the other

you’ve had sex in her office countless of times. Covering each other mouths while fingering your pussies.

her nose feels sooo good when you sit on her face. Grayson makes sure to grab your lower tummy fat as a form of restraint to keep you on her.

you definitely play cops and robbers. but roles reversed. You tie her up with her handcuffs in bed. naked with her enforcer hat on your head.

she has a home gym. you constantly drop in on her doing weight training and pull ups. watching her pull her shirt up to wipe off her face sweat, happy trail on her lower abs

she flexes her arms at you, you call her your sexy lady

loves seeing you in silk dress pajamas. the smooth shinny fabric hugging the crescents of your tummy and back

talked about having a family a few years before officially retiring, in which you’ll happy carry a child for her

Grayson definitely wants you to join the enforcers. you wanted to slap the shit out of her when she asked. but instead you laughed at her face, believing it was a joke.

it wasn’t. she left the acceptance letter and badge on the coffee table. telling you to think about it. how the department needed more people like you. that she couldn’t handle it all herself without you

“What threat did you use to get me in, Gray?” you drank your coffee. now bitter to taste

“Only that my Kiramman friends will pull their funding.”

“And?”

“That I’ll break off the peace with The Hound.”

and with the love and admiration they had for her, you certainly believe it

but the Vander one? not a chance. he would rather die than break a trust such as this

the night Grayson told you that she was going to make an arrest for the Jayce Talis case you made up your mind.

even if the uniform made your soul itch it was a better choice than doing nothing

you planned on telling her in the morning while having coffee before her shift

now you just stood there, looking at your wife’s white marble bust. at her funeral as her body was being lowered underground

white roses covering her still and cold flesh

little Caitlyn crying on your shoulder, while Marcus didn’t even look at you in the eyes the whole ceremony

you really were starting to believe that the place you once called home was a hell hole

and oh how you wanted it to be burned to the ground

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simplyreveries · 1 year ago

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octatrio when a customer is being mean to you

azul ashengrotto

he usually keeps an eye on you throughout the day when working, even if he isn't always around because most of his time is spent in the VIP room swindling students. he'd giving you some sweet smile as he passes by and sometimes ask how everything is going- he considers himself quite lucky to be there to deal with this unpleasant situation.

azul is quickly by your side in a matter of moments as soon as he sees the guy giving even an ounce of irritation towards you. azul gives this blatant, fake, professional smile "oh dear... is there an issue here?" he'd inquire pretending like he really does care what this boy thinks. it's easy to deal with, because he is the manager of the place.

he is good at deescalating the situation and if it really comes down to it he'll bring in someone like floyd or jade to escort them out, that'll end up scaring the living daylights out of them. when they're out of sight he'll sigh shaking his head and adjusting his uniform, muttering how "troublesome" people are. you are the only thing he cared about feeling okay. he shows concern for you, but he still can't help but feel lingering frustration that you were even bothered like that in the first place. he'll tell you if there's a chance he isn't around and that happens again just get floyd or jade :).

jade leech

jade could see this situation happening from a mile away. he is painfully observant and already knew what annoyance this customer was going to bring. he was already lurking beside you ready to swoop in and save you from this guy. standing tall right behind you putting a hand on your shoulder, he'd have a calm and like azul an ever so fake look of concern for the customers wellbeing giving a "my, what seems to be the problem?".

he is so incredibly passive aggressive with the bothersome customer. showing such an unnerving look to them-- jade would actually be quite surprised if they tried to make any more of a scene, knowing who he is to others at school.

so, he manages to deal with the situation very easily. he almost finds the whole thing amusing to him if I'm being honest. chuckling, he'd give a small, graceful look of reassurance "fufu i hope you know not to take these things to heart, (name)." nevertheless, jade always seems to look out for you when he's got shifts with you. he knows how much of a bother some people can be.

floyd leech

he usually finds situations like these almost entertaining when shifts are tedious and boring- though he feels his mood goes sour and annoyed when he sees the guy making you upset and being mean. floyd is probably already next to you when you're approached by him. considering how he likes to annoy you and be clingy on shifts.

seems to have no patience and immediately gets defensive over you... like straight up gives a disgruntled expression and is like "eh? what's your problem?", "ok and?" zero formality. he has no qualms getting in people's face. the customer would most likely 1) completely backing off terrified of floyd or 2) getting even more upset because floyd just retorts back, even teasing him. if anything, it's someone like jade that needs to step in, so he doesn't do something out of line (ok as if jade is really any better???).

floyd will grumble and tell you how much that guy made him pissed off. yet his mood turns a 180 when he tries to cheer you up, he'll drag you claiming it's time for your break AND he'll even cook you up a lunch!!

#working in retail man.....#im literally just a girl </3 #twst x reader #disney twst #not proofread!#disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #octavinelle #azul x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader

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deliciousangelfestival · 1 month ago

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The Director's Obsession - Phase 2

Character: Director Orson Krennic x F!ISB Agent

Summary: Director Orson Krennic keeps one ISB agent under his thumb, pulling her from lunches, stealing her sleep, and destroying three dates. The project demands everything. Or maybe his obsession demands more.

Word Count: 3,553

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Phase 1 , Phase 2 , Phase 3 , Phase 4 , Phase 5 , Phase 6 , Phase 7 , Phase 8 , Phase 9 , Phase 10 , Phase 11 , -

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Phase 2: The Second Date.

The next morning at ISB HQ was exactly as you feared. The moment you stepped inside, the teasing began.

Jung greeted you first with a sly grin. "So, the Emperor himself, huh? Look at you."

"You're becoming quite the celebrity," Dedra added with a smirk.

Major Partagaz, sipping his caf, gave you a sidelong glance. "Do let us know when Krennic finally promotes you as co-director. Since he seems to take half of your credit anyway."

You exhaled sharply, waving your hand dismissively. "Alright, enough. Back to work."

But the grins never faded.

Then came your day off.

Your friend, ever persistent, messaged you.

"Okay, new blind date. This one's different. He's a musician. You need this."

Well, why not? You were exhausted, but you could use the distraction. At least this time, Krennic wouldn’t be barging into any restaurant. Surely.

You dressed up, nothing too formal, but still enough to feel human again. The café was cozy, yes, there were cafés in the Empire, even under its cold grip. Citizens still needed places to drink caf and pretend life was normal.

You met him, Rylek, a musician who played an odd but beautiful string instrument. He had soft eyes, an easy smile, and was charming in a gentle way. You laughed more than you had in months. He even recited a little improvised poem about your eyes under the starry sky.

For a moment, you almost forgot who you were.

Then the room fell silent.

You sensed the shift instantly.

Everyone's eyes, including Rylek's, were fixed on the entrance. You had a bad feeling about this. Slowly, you turned around, and your breath hitched at the sight that had silenced the bustling room.

You cursed inwardly.

Four Death Troopers stood at the entrance, clad in black, imposing, their presence drowning the room in fear. The customers froze. The band stopped playing. Even the air seemed to grow heavier.

Only the most powerful individuals in the Empire could command the deadly squad–elite, intimidating enforcers of Imperial Intelligence. That meant only one person: Director Orson Krennic.

One of them marched directly toward you.

Rylek stiffened, his face drained of color. His hand trembled slightly as he gripped his glass. You couldn’t blame him.

The Death Trooper extended a gloved hand and handed you a data chip.

A simple note was displayed on the screen.

"Phase 4. Agent. No delay. Send it tomorrow morning."

You inhaled sharply, keeping your face calm. "Understood," you whispered.

"I,I should… we… what’s happening?" Rylek stammered, his voice shaking.

You gave him a soft but tired smile. "I’m so sorry. I have to go. Urgent work."

He tried to mask his fear, but his pale complexion gave him away. "I, I’ll… I’ll call you?"

You nodded, but you both knew the answer.

With a sigh, you grabbed your coat and walked past the Death Troopers, who turned and exited like silent shadows.

Straight home. Straight to work.

*******

By morning, you were back at ISB HQ. Phase 4 was still unfinished. You had not even slept because no ideas had come to you. The exhaustion pulled at your eyes as you barely sat down, but you did not even get the luxury of a moment's rest. The door to your office opened without warning.

There he was. Director Krennic. Of course. Perfectly composed, perfectly smug, as if he had not sent four walking nightmares into what should have been your peaceful evening.

He strolled in with his usual swagger, his pristine uniform immaculate, his cape trailing behind like some royal banner. His eyes flicked toward your datapad and he spoke in that infuriatingly smooth tone.

"Ah, you are early. Efficient, as always."

You glared at him, your jaw tightening. "You couldn’t just send a message? You had to send Death Troopers into a public place?"

He raised a brow, thoroughly amused. "They are very punctual. I find punctuality comforting, don’t you?"

"You humiliated me. Again."

Krennic offered a careless shrug, completely unbothered. "You were on a date again, weren’t you?"

"That’s not the point."

"Oh, but it is." His voice lowered just enough to make every word sound like deliberate provocation. "You want to balance your personal life and your work. Admirable, in theory. But you, my dear, are far too valuable to indulge in such distractions right now. Your work remains unfinished. Phase 4 still needs to be polished. Perfected. And you," he allowed a small, infuriating smirk to deepen, "you are my finest piece of work."

You stood up, arms folding tightly across your chest. "You are impossible."

He stepped closer, closing the distance with that same predatory grace that always made your blood boil. His voice dipped into a velvety whisper.

"And yet, despite my impossibility, you keep delivering exactly what I need." His eyes gleamed sharply. "That is why I tolerate your little hobbies. I even let you pretend you have choices. But let’s not forget something important."

He paused, allowing the silence to weigh heavy before delivering the next blow.

"Without me, you are still working in the lower ground, buried in files no one reads. It was my hand that pulled you out of obscurity. I made you into what you are."

He was right. If it hadn't been for him choosing your work, you wouldn't have gotten promoted to the upper level. You clenched your teeth. Every word dug under your skin, but you could not argue its truth.

"You joined the Empire because you sought to improve, didn't you?" Krennic stated, his gaze piercing. He was right. You were tired of living in the shadows. "As you well know, only the best truly survive here."

He continued, a smug satisfaction in his tone, "I unearthed your potential. And thanks to my discerning eye, the Emperor himself has taken notice of you." His voice then dropped, a silken threat. "But understand this: if you fail, you will drag me down with you. And if I fall, I assure you, I won't be falling alone."

"You understand?" Krennic's voice was a low rumble, his eyes fixed on you.

"I understand, Director," you replied, your voice steady, though a tremor of unease ran through you. You added, with practiced formality, "Long live the Empire."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Krennic's face, a hint of triumph glinting in his eyes. He gave a sharp, satisfied nod. "Good. Very good."

******

Phase 4 was torture.

Perfection.

That was what Director Krennic demanded now. No more "good enough", no more "acceptable." Every chart, every slogan, every color palette on the propaganda posters had to be perfect. He visited your office three times a day, sometimes more. And worst of all, he developed the most infuriating habit of finding you during your lunch breaks.

Today was no different.

You barely had time to take a sip of your caf when the familiar sound of polished boots echoed through the cafeteria. Heads turned. Krennic strode toward your table, datapad in hand, utterly unapologetic.

"There you are," he said, voice smooth as ever. "I need you to review the updated casualty projection charts. The earlier numbers were off by point-three percent."

You looked up, blinking. "Director, I’m on my break."

He feigned surprise. "Break? I don’t recall authorizing extended leisure during Phase 4." He placed the datapad on your tray like it belonged there. "Besides, this will only take a moment."

Partagaz, sitting a few tables away, watched the scene unfold with his usual calm demeanor, though his eyes held a hint of sympathy. After Krennic left, he even muttered under his breath as he passed by your table.

"Poor thing. He doesn’t even let you chew in peace."

Dedra and Jung, who had been eavesdropping shamelessly, leaned closer.

"Your work husband is insatiable," Jung whispered with a grin.

Dedra added, "He’s obsessed, honestly. I’ve never seen him hover like this over anyone."

You tried to glare but couldn’t suppress a weary sigh. "I’m not having this conversation."

But of course, they continued, snickering like schoolchildren.

*******

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Phase 4 was finished. You submitted the report, ahead of schedule, no less. And just when you hoped for some breathing room, a new assignment arrived.

A temporary deployment. To Dareth Prime. A peaceful trade hub world known for its data archives and agricultural exports. You would be stationed there for a few days to collect regional data for future propaganda angles.

Krennic wasn’t pleased.

"You’re not going," he declared sharply the moment he saw the order.

"It’s from the Emperor," you said firmly. "I don’t have a choice."

Krennic paced your office like a caged loth-wolf. "Ridiculous. You just completed Phase 4. You should be resting and preparing for the next phase, not being sent off-world for some routine data collection."

Partagaz walked in during Krennic’s tirade, folding his hands behind his back. "Let her go, Director. She finished her assignment early. Orders are orders."

Krennic shot him a withering look but finally exhaled and turned to you. "Fine. But this isn’t a holiday. Don't get too comfortable."

You saluted mockingly. "Of course not, Director."

********

Dareth Prime was a breath of fresh air. Literally.

The air was warm but crisp, the skies clear. The pace here was slower, and for the first time in months, you could think without hearing Krennic’s voice echoing in your mind.

You don't exactly have official duty here, but the Emperor kinda wants you to spread propaganda quietly there. You don't show that you're an ISB agent; it's easy for you to blend in. Since you also create the propaganda, it's your duty.

You handled your assignment with ease. The local officials were cooperative, the data was clean, and the work was simple. On your last day, before heading back, you decided to explore the markets to buy a souvenir for your friend Mia.

That’s where you saw it: a Death Trooper. From afar, you knew it was watching you. You wanted to avoid it, because you knew enough about who had sent it here.

That white devil.

When you make a sudden turned. Then it happened suddenly. A tall man was shoved by you, he stumbling hard and nearly falling into a cart of fruits.

You instinctively reached out and steadied him.

"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" you asked.

He offered a small, reassuring smile, still a bit flushed from the collision. "No harm done. Really."

You let out a breath of relief. "I didn’t see you there."

"It’s alright," he said, his voice warm. "Honestly, I should’ve been paying more attention too."

For a moment, both of you stood there, the awkwardness easing into a strange kind of pleasant tension.

He introduced himself as Marlon, a merchant who traded in rare fabrics and spices. The two of you struck up an easy conversation as you helped him collect his scattered goods. He was charming in a genuine, non-political way. A refreshing change.

As you chatted, you noticed movement from the corner of your eye. One Death Trooper who stood at a respectful distance starts moving towards you. You don't want to make a fuzz and make everyone around you scared

Marlon noticed you seems restless “Are you busy? Need somewhere to go? ”

"Something like that," you said with a small smile. "I’m afraid I have to go."

He hesitated, then quickly added, "Maybe we’ll meet again? Where are you from?"

"Coruscant," you replied, adjusting your coat.

His smile widened. "I do business there sometimes. Perhaps our paths will cross again."

You nodded politely before following your black-armored escort.

*********

The next morning at ISB HQ, you returned glowing. Relaxed. Even humming softly as you walked through the stark white halls, still riding the high from last night.

Jung was the first to notice. He narrowed his eyes like a predator smelling something new.

"You are in a suspiciously good mood," he said, watching you closely. "Did you meet someone over there?"

You gave him a playful smile and nodded. You did not need to say more.

"Ooooh!" Dedra gasped dramatically, eyes wide with surprise. "Finally!"

Even Partagaz peeked up from behind his datapad with a rare amused chuckle. "Coruscant will be more interesting soon, I take it."

You said nothing. Just kept walking toward your office, letting their assumptions hang in the air. You could feel their eyes following you, their curiosity practically radiating.

Then it happened. His voice cut through the hallway like a blade.

"My office. Now."

You froze mid-step. Your heart jolted violently inside your chest. He was right behind you.

How long had he been standing there? Did he hear? The conversation replayed in your mind in an instant, your stomach tightening with every word that might have reached his ears.

You turned slowly, carefully schooling your face into neutrality. Director Krennic stood there, composed as always, hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable. That dangerous gleam in his eyes sent a fresh wave of unease crawling down your spine.

Without a word, you followed him, pulse quickening as you tried to gauge how much damage had just been done.

Inside, the familiar pristine walls and cold lighting of his office seemed more suffocating than usual. The doors hissed shut behind you.

He stood behind his desk, arms crossed, looking at your latest report. His eyes scanned the data thoroughly before slowly nodding in approval.

"I must say," Krennic started, his voice low and deliberate, "this report is… impressive. You’ve outdone yourself."

You straightened your posture, professional, composed. "Thank you, Director. I take my work seriously."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning back in his chair. "I can see that. Your focus has returned... despite your recent little holiday."

The way he said holiday made your jaw tighten.

He continued, casually twirling a stylus in his hand. "Tell me. Did you meet someone there?"

You blinked. "I met a lot of people. It was a professional assignment."

"A boy or a man?" His voice dipped dangerously low, the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You stiffened. "That’s none of your business."

His smirk grew wider. "Oh, I see. So there was someone."

Your temper flared. "Director, with all due respect, my personal life has no bearing on my efficiency or loyalty to the Empire."

The room filled with that thick tension you hated, the kind that burned under your skin. His gaze sharpened, studying you like you were some rare crystal slipping out of his grasp. His voice lowered into a silky threat.

"You should be careful who you let distract you, Agent. I require your full attention. Always."

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you kept your face neutral. You couldn’t afford to let him see how much he got under your skin.

"I’m fully committed to the job. Always have been." Your voice was clipped, cool.

His eyes locked on yours, that damned smirk never leaving. "Good. I’d hate to see you slip… after I’ve spent so much time polishing your potential."

You inhaled sharply, eyes narrowing at the arrogance of that remark. "I polished my own potential, Director. You just gave me the assignments."

He laughed softly, not denying it. "Of course."

The moment grew heavier, neither of you willing to break first, but finally you exhaled and turned toward the door. "If that’s all, Director?"

"That’s all… for now."

You left his office, heart racing, frustrated and confused. What was that? That wasn’t a professional conversation. That was something else entirely. You shook your head, trying to shake off the heat rising to your cheeks.

Shake it off. You had work to do.

*******

Burned out and restless from the ongoing Phase 5 preparations, you decided to get some air. You found yourself strolling through the Coruscant shopping district, where you ended up wandering into a small, cozy antique store tucked away between towering buildings.

As you examined a few old holoprojectors, a familiar voice caught your ear.

"Hey, you. Surprise, seeing you here. A wonderful surprise."

You turned sharply to see Marlon, the handsome merchant from Dareth Prime, smiling warmly.

Your eyes widened. "Marlon? What are you doing here?"

He gestured around the store with easy charm. "Selling a few pieces to the owner here. I do some trading with Master Rael." He nodded toward the shopkeeper, Luthen Rael, who gave you both a polite smile but kept out of your conversation.

Marlon’s eyes sparkled. "Since fate has reunited us... Would you consider joining me for a caf? Or perhaps, since you seem quite the expert of the capital, could I hire you as a tour guide?"

You chuckled lightly. "Tour guide? I don’t think I’m qualified for that."

"Then just accompany me," he said with a boyish grin.

You agreed. The evening passed in a blur of pleasant conversation and gentle laughter. Marlon was easygoing, talkative, sharing tales of his travels and trade. And yet, despite the warmth of his company, there were moments where your thoughts drifted, unexpectedly,to Krennic. His cold stares. His clipped words. His sharp focus. His frustrating control.

You shook your head discreetly. Why on earth would you think of him now, when you had a charming, attentive man sitting across from you?

Before you parted, Marlon grew bolder. "Would you have dinner with me? A proper one?"

You smiled. "I’d like that."

You returned home giddy, already pulling out your comlink to message your best friend with all the details.

******

The next morning at ISB HQ, your glow didn’t go unnoticed.

Partagaz raised an eyebrow the moment you entered. "You seem to be floating. Enjoying Phase 5, are we?"

You grinned. "Yes. I had an idea last night. I’m submitting it to Director Krennic today."

"Ooh, inspiration and romance do wonders for productivity," Dedra whispered teasingly.

Jung added, laughing, "Careful. Too much happiness might violate ISB regulations."

You just smiled and walked past them, datapad in hand.

Inside Krennic’s office, he glanced at you as you placed the updated work in front of him.

He skimmed through the material carefully. His fingers paused now and then, tapping lightly against the glass, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

Finally, he looked up.

"This is... sharp," he said, voice lower than usual. "Efficient. Very efficient." His gaze lingered on you longer than necessary, as if searching for something beyond the report.

"Thank you, Director. I take pride in my work," you answered calmly, purely professional.

He nodded slowly. "You’ve finally… settled into your role, it seems."

You felt the weight behind those words but kept your face unreadable. "The Empire’s propaganda division is my priority. I love my job, Director."

His lips twitched into a knowing smirk. "Yes, yes, you do." He sat back, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Excellent. Perhaps I’ve finally succeeded in binding you to my leash."

You clenched your jaw but kept your tone neutral. "I serve the Empire, Director."

He leaned forward slightly, eyes glittering with both amusement and something darker. "Of course."

After a beat, he waved his hand dismissively. "You may go. For now."

As you exited, you caught yourself exhaling sharply. Whatever game Krennic was playing, he was playing it well.

*******

You returned to the ISB cafeteria, where the usual group was already gathered around the long table. As you approached with your tray, the chatter gradually died down. Everyone watched you, wide-eyed, as you sat down and started eating.

And kept eating.

Slowly. Calmly. Enjoying your lunch.

It was a sight so rare that it nearly paralyzed the table.

Finally, Dedra broke the silence. "You’re… eating."

Jung leaned forward like he was studying a classified case file. "And enjoying it."

"I eat every day," you replied evenly, cutting into your food. "Just usually not with an audience."

Partagaz raised a brow. "You look… rather content today. Something happened?"

"Nothing unusual," you answered smoothly.

Dedra smirked. "Early submission for Phase 5? Perhaps the Director finally praised you properly?"

"Maybe," you said with a polite smile, still giving them nothing.

Jung tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, perhaps you got inspired during your little break. Or maybe you're seeing someone?"

Your fork paused briefly. Ah, there it was,a trap question.

"I might have plans," you answered, keeping your tone light.

Jung’s eyes lit up. "A date?"

You shrugged you shoulders.

The table erupted instantly.

"Ooooh!"

"Finally!"

Dedra clapped once. "And here we go…"

Jung grinned devilishly. "Will Director Krennic ruin your date for the third time?"

Dedra shook her head, laughing. "As they say, third time’s the charm."

Everyone around the table started chattering, joking, and even making bets right there.

"I give it fifteen minutes before the Death Troopers show up again," someone whispered.

"Ten credits say Krennic calls her in the middle of dessert."

"I’m betting the Director himself will just show up at the restaurant," another snickered.

You just rolled your eyes, sipping your drink, determined not to let their voices cloud your mood.

"Whatever happens," you said calmly, "I intend to enjoy my evening."

The group erupted in more laughter and teasing, but you simply smiled. This time, you were going to have your date, and no amount of Director interference or ISB gossip was going to ruin it.

At least, you hoped.

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jazeswhbhaven · 3 months ago

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My Butler From Heaven...Full Service Included ❤ | Lucifer Butler Card React | SPOILERS

Okay so, this was shared with me recently and I had to jump on it and speak on this because let me tell y'all...if you're a hardcore Lucifer stan....this card will fulfill your needs in more ways than one because PHEW.

Not only do we get a side of Lucifer we rarely see, we get some background on why he even acts this way in the first place. Plus a little cameo from God himself? Well damn.

You know the drill, grab a snack, a blanket and let's get into itttt

🤍Story Details🤍

So I can actually talk more about this card because it's not exclusive and will be in the general pool in 3 months time. However I prefer doing the bullet points because I can be silly with the screenshots in the next part lmaoo

So we begin with Gamigin and Morax talking about the "Butt Contest" and that they got to see what Lucifer looks like in his butler outfit, but Gamigin was only really interested in what Lucifer's daily life as a butler would be like instead. (I love that he's so wholesome he don't care about no booties lmao)

But to their surprise, they see that Luci is still wearing the butler uniform??? HMMMM

So back when Lucifer was in Heaven, he would wear the wide shouldered robes we saw during his flashbacks. He'd also wear fitted suits that made him feel a certain way and basically his own form of being comfortable.

Wearing the butler uniform also brings back memories from back then. And he wanted to relive those memories in real time, thus writing a formal letter and sending it via carrier pigeon to "the one closest to his previous master"

And here comes MC! That's right, Ra-On gets a invite to come to Paradise Lost, which makes them nervous only because of Lucifer's behavior each time they visit.

It's interesting that what tracks is that MC is bothered that their connection isn't really all that deep like the other Kings at all. He's often distant, and when the deed is done it's like he never invited them over at all and just goes on about his business as usual. With this I think it's just because Lucifer likes keeping things professional and clear. He's also an angel, and much much older than anyone there and is used to being this way for so long.

However, his behavior is now much more soft, courteous and kind. He's waiting on MC like his life was made for it. Keeping a respectable distance, serving tea? I mean I'd kill for this kind of treatment from him and rightfully so, MC is confused as fuck.

But even so, they can spot that there's some kind of sorrow even behind that dazzling smile. He knows that they can tell too because he addresses it head on, stating that he will tell his story as promised.

Lucifer admits that his reaction to having to serve the customer's at that cafe was natural because he's served under a master before. So the "effects" of the talisman didn't really do anything to him at all. All of what he was doing was something that came natural to him. Because "Everything that happens on Earth was first enacted by Heaven. God his Master, and Lucifer his butler.

And this leads to another flashback when he spent time with God, his father and creator. It's revealed that God often changed his appearance and expressions based on his mood, so Luci's favorite was when he was relaxed and treating him like the only son he had. God has immense powers but he often held them back because he was choosing to live as if he wasn't omnipotent. I wonder though how this exactly...benefits him? Lol you know what I mean like I guess humbling yourself as a powerful being is alright.

So a funny little thing happens and God just randomly decides to give Lucifer siblings so he's not lonely. And whelp a bad omen was predicted on the table cloth from tea stains. YEA H about that lol

Thus ends the quick flashback but Lucifer goes on to explain his role at a butler, and the original creation and son of God 💀 (well no Jesus mentions so) He even brings up that the butler attire, the suits and everything were originally thought up in Heaven and then just influenced on Earth. I like this concept because think about it...just sitting around wondering damn I wish I had nice clothes for this gathering and some 8ft tall angelic being is like "here you go" and gives you a sketch of a suit

Well anyway, Lucifer stops the story not saying much more (boo I want more lore) and then he asks if MC would indulge him and his urge to serve once again. MC accepts and goes around Paradise Lost by Lucifer's side enjoying every minute of the special treatment.

They finally make it back to the Greenhouse, also to note that there are portals in each country so MC can travel quickly and safely between them btw! (I mean I think we've known this but pointing it out once again is really nice) Where the final "service" will begin.

So, MC did something here which idk if I can even fault them for because let's be real...they were assuming that since "the final service" was about the happen here that perhaps Lucifer did this with God too. Which that was confirmed quickly that this was reserved ONLY for MC. And if we remember from his other card stories, specifically his selfie one, he did not participate in any kind of orgies in Heaven and he did not have a chastity cage. So sure yeah it's heavily implied he did sleep with someone (coughI'm guessing either Adam/Evecough) but definitely not God himself.

The intimacy continues, that is when MC gives the consent to continue. Lucifer begins by undressing them and it's mentioned that they shouldn't be nervous since this has happened before. HOWEVER, MC clarifies that this particular kind of intimacy has never happened between them. The soft, gentle, Lucifer servicing them instead.

Now the question begs, why us? Is it because of being a descendant of Solomon who was the closest friend to God? Nope. Lucifer confirms that even if MC is Solomon's descendant that is not why they were chosen. They were chosen because he cares and cherishes them. I believe this entire time he knows about MC feeling insecure about their connection to Hell not being one of their own but because of their ancestor because that's all anyone ever talks about. (sorry Sitri you ain't helpin' with that affirmation either lmao) But seeing him confirm and say to MC that HE made the choice not due to proximity but because they are someone HE wants to serve personally is just...it's romantic as fuck, cute as fuck, I'm going to die from the fluff.

So now things are getting spicy...here are some important buzz notes about the love making:

+Lucifer gently kisses on MC's neck instead of biting too hard until MC tells him they want him to heavily make out with them +MC is positioned behind him so his ass is pressed against them the entire time +Lucifer assigns some "work" for MC to grope him while he fondles them with his fingers/hand +MC starts biting him all over and Lucifer loves the fuck out of it +There's a moment where MC forgot how big Luci is lmao +The perspective of the nipple is...off I think??? Idk I feel maybe I'm not remembering man nip anatomy +Ngl his dick has that torpedo thing going on because of the angle but that's okay I'm not here to stare at it 😌🙌 (I do that for Asmo) +There's a point where MC flips around, and the scene describes that MC is the one controlling fucking themselves on Lucifer +Though in the middle of it...hehehehehehe he takes over and well... +Let me also mention he takes MC's arm and wraps it around his neck +MC jerked off his horn too, and when he came? Well it was a lot +Unlike the other times, MC is relaxed and safe with him after +Their ass got sleepy and went to bed, now come on he's good for another 5 rounds or so like??? You only got 'em for 24 hours let's goooo +He was so sweet at the end here like it's so cute I'm crying

And he says something important after the romp fest: "You may not know, but my master commanded me to love him, too. So you who loves me without being ordered to, that makes you special."

omfggggg and it ends it there! PLS I was so sad that it ended :< like I wanna hear more of that Luci, fuckkkk

🤍Screenshots!!!🤍

bbyboi screamin' so loud poor Morax's ears were bleeding like goddamn

Mmmm tight suits, so tight the buttons can't even stay closed huh. Leave it to me to slutify an angel wearing robes and a suit 💀

PB...don't do this to me. Y'all know it's bad to do this to me. Cause let me tell you how he could be beneath me right now..

I swooned because this reminded me of....

my sweetie, my tea guru, my butler bae, twin tipped tail hottie with the bodyyyyy. I miss him so much he was my official comfort character when I was big into the OM stuff <3

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh he's so darn cute here

So if y'all noticed when they had the Zapar themed login screen he was covering up Lucifer's spot on the illustration. At first I didn't really question the design choice and once I started getting into the event I was like hmmmm and then I looked at the login screen again and started questioning things...turns out...Zepar's talisman's had no effect on him at all even on April Fools day!

God just out here havin' tea while humans are out here killing each other and actin' a mess huh? /j

The stain on the table from the sugar cubes creating a ominous face is sending me because not him knowing he was creating problems and yet still doing it 💀 true "I should have stopped at one kid" vibes from God rn I swear

Male and Female outfits for Ra-On. So cute! Very aristocratic.

He's so adorable. A pigeon and squirrel kept bothering him the entire time so it reminded MC of a Disney princess (hahaha the Disney part had to be censored in game which makes sense)

The greenhouse having a room in the back? Think about how the stars would look through the glass???? THIS IS ROMANTIC AS HELL HELP

Ngl I would be THROBBING, like...the bed is already fucking wet now sir thanks for being sexy as fuck

Waiting for consent? Yessss love that need ittttt

I'll give anything, everything, my soul, my body, my first born, my entire merch collection, my pc, just to see him smile in real time just like this omfgggggg his teeths 😭😭

Marry me. I can handle another husband or five...

Pls. I would tear that UP like slutty waist to grab, just feeling that tight butt, let me see that thong Luci

He's proposing clearly, and I accept /hj

My literal reaction

Wanna see the lewds?? -> Bam, here we goo

🤍Chats🤍

Chat 1 Summary: Lucifer goes over what happened during the card story events and asked if MC was requesting another day for him to serve them, depending on your choices you can either deny you mentioned that or say that Gamigin was the one who assumed you said it. After these choices and the sub choices, Lucifer rambles a bit about human life being fleeting, how he's going to cherish the next time he serves you, that sort of thing. No photo for this one! Chat 2 Summary: Lucifer gets his nerd on and rambles about how he knows a lot about tea. Buer makes his tea mostly and was taught by Lucifer, but Luci is more skilled and the best, he even shows his brewing set/setup and its so niceee. Reminds me again of a certain demon butler who's passionate about tea as well. Also he can tell that Sitri's style of brewing is mostly a Hades thing. (then I wonder if infusing your underwear like Satan did is....an original thing or 👀) Chat 3 Summary: Lucifer explains that angel's have a higher affinity to humans and animals and other beasts. This is why animals in Paradise Lost follow him around alot. Depending on your answers you can tell him he smells good, and he asks if you have characteristics like an animal and that he won't judge while he's your butler lol. But also there's a picture in another choice of him removing animal fur off his clothes. Chat 4 Summary: Lucifer talks about how he was teaching his siblings how to serve God and he talks about who was the best apprentice. For Gabriel we find out that he's better at being served, instead of serving, he was even envious of Lucifer sometimes, Michael was obsessive and well...that means he wouldn't do very well either as a butler. Raphael would be the best. Faithful and served God the best, though he's "violent" that's for anyone that isn't God (or MC it seems) and he becomes docile and seeks approval. SO there you have it! Chat 5 Summary: Lucifer maintains his body and control by clothing to uphold the best butler traits. This is when he shows his thong collection...hehehehehe. But depending on your answers though, he could either ramble about God not making things simple, so mastering the mind is...difficult. Though he does look forward to spending time with us again and serving us...it's really refreshing how he talks to us in these chats!

🤍Date Story🤍

I had to delete a reaction GIF to add this cute image with the forest critters, jjok and Gamigin in the back!!!

Speaking of Gami Gam for a moment, he's quite small for a dragon if he fits okayish on the picnic blanket but also this is probably just him chibified for the purpose of the image alone lol

But the date story was short and sort of somber! Here's some quick bullet points:

Lucifer is still in his butler's uniform when MC wakes up, he won't take it off until they leave. Though he does start thinking naughty thoughts and being caught off guard by MC which is a cute thing to see for him

MC wants to pay him back for his gentleness and care the day before so they try to give him a massage

The message was a bust, instead of relaxing him which did nothing and he was pretty much stone faced the entire time and confused about this action, it stimulates....other desires

Luci and MC bang a rang one more time for a few hours which is wild to me having the deed last for that long but hey when in Hell....

Luci starts reminiscing about how Solomon (of all people) felt about him too in relation to being around God/Himself and everything that happened before both of them disappeared.

From this small interaction of Lucifer mentioning this and that he only did the butler role to get out of his head about unwanted memories, it really did put a damper on the romantic aspect of his actions. They were true and genuine, however him being honest that he only wants to forget things by acting this way really has me think of how much trauma is in that head of his.

Like think about it...thousands of year serving a omnipotent being, being created by said being, having a very skewed approach to what love and devotion is, then being side swept by a human who gains your creator's attention just like that and then your creator suddenly just ceases to exist right around the same time this man left. His brother's causing havoc and destruction, it's...a lot.

Though the main story was definitely more of a feel-good moment, the date story reminds us that Lucifer is always going to have this part of himself he fights with constantly. While this is a huge step up from his usual dynamic with MC, it seems there are some things that even MC themselves cannot heal. Perhaps we will see more dynamic changes in the future that further develop between the two. I really like this vulnerable side of him.

🤍Overall Thoughts🤍

I rate this card 9.5/10!

the .5 was taken out because I was just sad that it was over....that's all lmaooo

When I explain that seeing this service top side of Lucifer set me on something good I meannnn it. Like it woke me out of my recent funk and I'm feeling the love through the screen from our fallen seraphim. he's just...ah he's just... t h a t g u y.

If you're a Luci fan I suggest you get this card for yourself to have in your collection! The story is great (well you saw my react so lol) and the adore mode is really fluid and the variety of things you can do to him is so worth pulling for. EYE though, am satisfied with just experiencing it through friends and moots sharing as it fuels my satisfaction just as much. If you want the Date story, buying the NP is the way to go as it's cheaper than trying to pull multiple copies with the solomon seals. (sadly so, huh?)

It's funny that I did this react way before I did a react for the damn event lmao. That's actually up next before the next part of the event releases. it will be more of a recap honestly since I'm sure everyone's read through it and seen others talk about it.

SO until next time, thank you for sitting through my react, thank you all for your patience and interactions, and for my reals ones for sharing their stuff with me; this admin is forever grateful.

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skzophreniic · 3 months ago

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⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content. dirty talk. fingering. unprotected sex. felix is a bit of a perv.

⍣ ೋ notes: hihi. for the internal service report, i decided that i've gotten a bit bored with the gc messages and instead wrote a little script that was inspired by the office lol. let me know if u guys like it or if i should just stick to the fake messages.

INTERNAL INVESTIGATION REPORT Filed by: Concierge Aeryn Subject: Staff Conduct – Inappropriate Guest Interaction (Alleged Misconduct During Welcome Assistance) Staff Member Under Review: Bellboy Felix Requested by: Guest (Room 1706) Requested Resolution: Formal Investigation & Internal Service Memo

The concierge’s pink clipboard is held tight to her chest as she rounds the corner and spots him—leaning against the wall just outside the staff lounge, uniform pristine, lanyard badge clipped off-center like he’s too laid-back to care. Felix.

He’s mid-laugh, dimples in full effect, teasing one of the housekeepers with some story you just know has been exaggerated beyond belief. He spots Aeryn immediately—her expression unreadable—and straightens with a boyish grin.

“Concierge~,” he drawls, bright as ever. “You look gorgeous today.”

“Felix.” Her tone is clipped, heels clicking to a stop in front of him. “We need to talk.”

He clasps his hands behind his back. “Is this about the towel thing? I swear he said room six-oh-four, not four-oh-six—”

“It’s Suite 1706,” she interrupts, flipping to a fresh page on her clipboard. “You brought their bag up earlier this afternoon.”

“Oh! Right,” he chirps, as if recalling a charming anecdote. “Pretty guest. Killer heels. Looked like they needed a little help.” He flashes a grin. “I was being nice.”

“Nice,” Aeryn repeats, deadpan. “You placed your arm around their waist. Fingers were… described as ‘kneading.’”

Felix doesn’t blink. “They stumbled.”

“You carried a single weekend bag.”

“They looked tired!” he insists, eyes wide, dimples deepening. “I was just making sure they got to their room safely. You know me—I’m all about guest satisfaction.”

Aeryn narrows her eyes. “That’s precisely what concerns me.”

Felix tilts his head, still smiling like he doesn’t have a single indecent thought in that pretty head of his.

“I’m being punished for being helpful?” he says with a pout that’s almost convincing. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

Aeryn doesn’t indulge him. “You’re being investigated because your version of helpful tends to involve unsolicited physical contact and a smile that reads less ‘customer service’ and more ‘lingerie catalog.’”

Felix gasps—dramatically, hand to chest. “You wound me.”

“You’ll survive,” Aeryn mutters, flipping another page with purpose. “In the meantime, I think it’s only right you go speak with the guest. Clarify the situation.”

His brows rise. “Clarify?”

“Tell her she must’ve misread your intentions,” Aeryn says, tone clipped. “Because you’re just an innocent employee making sure everyone checks in safely.”

Felix leans in slightly. “Innocent?”

“You’ll act like it.”

A beat passes. Then his smile slowly returns—less sunshine, more sin. “For accuracy purposes,” he murmurs, already stepping past her.

Aeryn watches him go, muttering under her breath. “We’re all going to HR.”

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The knock comes gentle, almost shy. You open the door halfway, and there he is again.

Felix, known to you by the name tag, in full uniform and faux professionalism, hands clasped behind his back, that same crooked badge still dangling off his lanyard like it’s got personality of its own. His smile is polite. Bright. Almost bashful.

Almost.

“Hi there,” he says, rocking slightly on his heels. “Sorry to bother you. Concierge Aeryn just asked me to, um, follow up on the earlier incident?”

You arch a brow. “The incident where you practically groped me under the guise of carrying a ten-pound duffel bag?”

He winces—adorably. Like a kid caught sneaking cookies. “Right, see, that’s the thing. There may have been… a misunderstanding.”

“Oh, there was no misunderstanding.”

“You sure about that?” His voice is light, teasing. “Memory can be a tricky thing.”

“I know what happened.”

“I’m just here to clarify for the report,” he says, eyes gleaming with something not even remotely professional. “Concierge’s orders. Not mine.”

You lean against the doorframe. “So what—this is damage control?”

“It’s about accuracy,” he replies smoothly. “We pride ourselves on it at the Skzotel.”

You narrow your eyes. “So now you’re going to pretend none of it happened?”

Felix tilts his head, all exaggerated innocence. “I helped you to your room. I didn’t do anything inappropriate.”

“Your hand was on my ass.”

“It was near your ass,” he counters. “And only because you were about to fall. You looked like a baby deer on a frozen pond. I was concerned.”

“Oh, you were concerned.”

“For your safety,” he says sweetly.

You stare him down. He stares right back, biting back a smirk.

“…You’re unbelievable,” you mutter.

“Mmhmm.” His eyes flick down to your waist. “Do you want me to demonstrate?”

“Demonstrate,” you repeat, flat.

“For accuracy,” he says, like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world. “For the report.”

You exhale sharply, still not moving.

He does.

With slow, deliberate hands, Felix steps forward, edging just inside the doorway—movements smooth, rehearsed, almost predatory if not for the disarming smile still glued to his face.

“Imagine,” he murmurs, stepping behind you, “you’ve just gotten off the elevator. Your bag’s in your left hand. You’re wobbling in your heels. So I say—‘Let me get that for you, sweetheart.’”

His hands trail down your arms, featherlight.

“Then what?” you ask, breath just a little shallower now.

“Then,” he says, voice thicker, closer, “I guide you to the door…”

His palm finds your waist. Lingers. Fingers tighten—just enough.

“...Like this.”

“Seems excessive.”

“You’re still a little unsteady.” His thumb presses in, a slow circle against your hip. “I make sure you don’t fall.”

“By grabbing my hip?”

“I wasn’t just grabbing,” he whispers, and the grin is practically audible now, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I was making sure you were grounded.”

His hands wander. Lazily. Down your sides, thumbs slipping just under the waistband of your skirt.

“Do you need this for the report?” he asks, voice syrupy sweet.

You don’t answer.

“I can show you what my grip felt like,” he offers. “Right here.” He palms your ass, firm now—greedy, like the mask is slipping. “And maybe… how you started breathing when I leaned in close and told you you looked beautiful all flushed.”

“Felix,” you warn, but it’s weak.

He’s already pressing against you—hard through his slacks, smug through his smirk.

“You were flushed, weren’t you?” he hums. “Little whimpers. Like you didn’t want help but really, really did.”

“You’re skating on very thin—”

“Should I show you how I helped you into the room, too?” His voice is velvet, dangerous. “How my hand slipped under your skirt when you leaned against the wall? How I pressed the bag to your chest so you wouldn’t drop it, but really… so you wouldn’t cover your mouth when you moaned?”

Your breath catches. Just once.

He hears it.

He turns you gently to face the wall.

“Hands here,” he says, guiding your palms to the wood paneling. “For the sake of realism.”

“Realism,” you echo, palms flat against the cool wood, your voice unsteady despite how hard you're trying to bite it back. “Is that what this is now?”

Felix hums behind you, all sin in a smile. “Mmhmm. Gotta give the concierge a thorough account. For the paperwork.”

You feel the air shift as he leans in again—closer now, his chest brushing your back, warm breath fanning against your neck like temptation dressed in cologne and a crooked nametag.

“She’ll want details,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting just behind your ear. “Like how your skirt rode up right here—”

A sudden grip. His hand slides up the back of your thigh, hiking the hem just enough for his knuckles to skim the softness underneath. “—when you leaned forward to unlock the door.” You inhale sharply, instinctively pressing back, and that’s all the invitation he needs.

His body crowds yours, the hardness in his slacks flush against your ass, hands everywhere now—cradling, kneading, learning every inch of you like he’s been dreaming about it since the elevator ride.

“You let me help,” he says, voice like melted sugar and filth. “Didn’t even pull away. You just gasped—like that—” He presses in, hips rolling slow, savoring your reaction when your breath hitches again. “—and made that sound that’s been stuck in my head all shift.”

“Felix,” you warn, though it comes out like a plea.

“Shhh,” he whispers. “We’re still clarifying.”

You shouldn’t let this happen—you know you shouldn’t. But your thighs are already tightening, and your head’s tilting when he kisses the curve of your neck like it’s second nature. One hand slips to your front, fingers brushing over your waistband again, more confident this time. Teasing. Testing.

“And then,” he breathes, lips dragging lower, “I asked if you were okay…”

“You didn’t,” you pant, barely able to focus.

“I should’ve,” he corrects smoothly. “Would’ve said something like—‘You alright, sweetheart? You need help getting settled?’”

His hand dips lower—bold now, past the barrier of your underwear.

Your knees nearly buckle. He catches you, arm banding around your waist, holding you up with practiced ease. Like this isn’t the first time he’s done it—like he’s wanted to.

“You were flushed when I said you looked pretty, weren’t you?” he growls softly, rutting against you once more. “Could’ve bent you over that luggage cart and had you begging.”

You let out a strangled sound—half protest, half broken whimper—and that’s when he pulls back just a fraction.

His voice is still low, but teasing now, playful.

“You gonna report me now, sweetheart?” he asks, breath ghosting against your cheek. “Tell the concierge how I touched you here—” his fingers dip again, just enough to make your knees quake—“and here?”

“I should,” you say, barely audible.

“But you won’t.”

“Why not?”

Felix grins against your skin. “Because I’ve got you just like I had you earlier—pressed up against a wall, moaning my name, pretending you didn’t want this the whole damn time.”

Your breath stutters, shame and desire tangling in your throat like barbed wire dressed in silk. You want to argue—want to tell him off, shove him back, regain some semblance of control—but all you can do is lean into his touch like it’s gravity itself, anchoring you to something far more dangerous than the polished floor beneath your heels.

“You’re such a—”

The insult dies in your throat when he dips his fingers again, this time circling—lazily, confidently, like he’s got all the time in the world and already knows exactly how you’re going to come apart for him.

“I’m such a what?” he whispers, lips brushing your jaw now. “A menace? A perv? Or just a really, really thorough bellboy?”

You groan through clenched teeth, head dropping forward against the wall.

“Thought so,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your nape, open-mouthed and smug. “You’re not reporting anything, baby. You’re co-signing.”

His fingers start to move with purpose, dragging a slow moan from your lips before you can bite it back.

“You like this,” he says, more observation than question. “You liked that I grabbed your waist. That I held on a little too long. That I pressed in close and said you looked good enough to wreck.”

“Felix—fuck—” It’s a warning again, but it’s empty. Powerless. And he knows it.

“Say my name again,” he murmurs, fingers still circling, the wet sounds only making things worse. “Say it like you did when I pulled the bag off your shoulder and let my hand ‘accidentally’ graze your tits.”

Your cheeks burn hotter than your skin already is, slick heat blooming between your thighs. The way he talks, like this whole thing was inevitable. Like it’s a scene he’s played over a hundred times behind those wide, innocent eyes and charming smiles.

You twist your head just enough to look at him. “You planned this.”

He grins like you’ve handed him a tip.

“Thought about it,” he admits. “Ever since check-in. Ever since you looked me up and down like you wanted dessert before dinner.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” he cuts in, all teasing gone now, voice deep, dark, sincere. “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. The way you licked your lips. The way you thanked me like you weren’t thinking about pulling me into the room and climbing me like a fucking ladder.”

You gasp when he curls his fingers just right, and he groans into your neck like it’s his body unraveling.

“Let me help you,” he breathes, no longer mocking. “Really help you. Let me make sure you get all the way settled in.”

Your fingers curl against the doorframe, nails scraping the wood as another sharp roll of his wrist sends a jolt through your spine. You're not sure what’s holding you up anymore—Felix, maybe. The door. Sheer need. But every part of you feels like it’s burning, dissolving under the weight of his voice, his touch, the intent in his eyes like gravity.

“You call this help?” you pant, and it’s not defiance so much as desperation—your last thread of composure snapping under his hands.

Felix chuckles low against your neck, the sound warm and wicked. “I call this hospitality,” he says, dragging his lips over your pulse. “Five-star treatment. The kind you don’t forget.”

He shifts behind you, one hand steadying at your hip while the other pulls back for just a moment—enough to make you whimper at the loss. But it’s only so he can hike your skirt higher, exposing the soaked lace clinging to you as his eyes drag down like he’s unwrapping the best part of the welcome package.

“God, look at you,” he breathes, reverent now, but still so goddamn smug.

He pauses, just long enough to kiss the back of your shoulder—soft, almost sweet—before curling his fingers one last time and pulling out, wet and slow, watching the way you tremble against the doorframe like your legs might give at any second.

He tugs you back with a sharp grip to your waist—one step, two—and the moment your heels cross the threshold, Felix kicks the door shut with the back of his foot like it’s a formality. Like he hasn’t already claimed you in every way that counts.

“Take off your heels,” he says, voice wrecked with restraint.

You obey, dizzy with it, shoes hitting the carpet one by one before he turns you around and lifts you—lifts you, like it’s nothing. Like you weigh as much as the breath he just lost seeing your face twisted in want.

Your back hits the door with a thud, and then he’s kissing you—really kissing you—hungry, open-mouthed, tongue sliding against yours like he’s starving for the taste. All that smugness starts to fray around the edges as he grinds against your bare core, the wet drag of your panties all that’s separating you from how hard he is.

“Christ, you’re soaked,” he groans into your mouth. “How the fuck are you this wet already?”

“Maybe I like when pretty boys talk dirty,” you pant, tugging at his shirt, nails scraping the skin beneath.

He laughs—sharp, cocky—but it stutters the second you roll your hips up into him.

“Ohh, fuck, don’t do that—”

You do it again. He groans this time, teeth grazing your jaw as he drops one hand between your bodies, shoves your underwear aside with a snap, and lines himself up with a rough exhale.

“Fuck, fuck—look at me—”

You do, and that’s when he sinks in.

Slow at first, dragging it out like he wants to watch your face twitch with every inch. But the second he bottoms out, all the air leaves his lungs in a ragged, helpless moan.

“Fuck me, you’re tight—”

His forehead drops to your shoulder, the facade crumbling, hips jerking once, twice—then he’s gone. No rhythm, no patience, just raw instinct as he fucks up into you like he’s trying to etch himself into your bones.

“You—holy shit, baby—fuck—you feel so good, I can't—shit, I can’t even think—”

The cocky voice is gone. What’s left is Felix: wrecked, panting, clutching at your thighs like they’re the only things keeping him tethered to the earth.

You moan loud into his neck and he whines, high and real and so desperate it sends a throb straight through you.

“Been thinking about this all shift,” he pants. “About you dripping for me like this, clenching like that—ohhh fuck, don’t do that, you’re gonna make me—fuck, fuck—”

You clench around him again—tight, pulsing, deliberate—and it’s like setting a match to gasoline.

“Shitshitshit—” Felix gasps, a full-body tremor wracking through him as he slams into you hard enough to rattle the door. “You’re doing that on purpose—fuck—you want me to lose it, huh?”

Your grin is wicked, but fleeting—because he’s already fucking the smirk off your face.

Every thrust hits deep, brutal, a little messy now with how soaked you are, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing in the dim hotel room like something obscene. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your head knocking back against the door, but he doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t let up.

“So wet for me,” he groans, voice gone completely ragged. “So fuckin’ needy—can’t believe I had you melting in the hallway like some spoiled little slut—”

You keen at that, the filth in his voice sending shockwaves through your spine, and he feels it. Feels the way you tighten around him in response.

“Ohhh—fuck, you like that?” he pants, hips snapping fast now. “You like being my little secret? All dressed up like you’re innocent, but you open up like a whore the second I get you alone—”

“Felix,” you whimper, “please, please—”

“Please what, baby?” he taunts, even as his rhythm falters, sweat slicking his chest. “Please make you cum? Please fill you up? Gotta use your words if you want my cock to ruin you properly.”

You drag your mouth to his ear, gasping it out between broken moans. “Please—need you to cum in me. Want you to fuck me full—”

Felix snaps.

A guttural growl tears from his throat as he shifts his grip under your thighs, lifting you higher, angling you perfectly. And then he slams into you, deep, relentless, the head of his cock punching against the spot that makes your whole body seize.

You mewl—there’s no other word for it—your orgasm blindsiding you so violently it leaves your ears ringing. Your walls pulse, clamp down hard, and he chokes on a moan, hips jerking erratically.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck— gonna cum—gonna—fuck—take it—”

And then he’s spilling inside you, thick and hot, cock buried to the hilt as he whimpers against your neck. He doesn’t stop moving, grinding through it, pushing it deeper, chasing every last drop with a fucked-out desperation that sends aftershocks wracking your spine.

You’re both panting—sweaty, shaking, still clinging to each other like if you let go, you’d both collapse.

He finally pulls back enough to look at you. Hair stuck to his forehead, lips red and swollen, pupils blown so wide they’ve nearly swallowed the brown whole.

Then his eyes drop between your legs.

He watches, breathless, as your cunt flutters around his cock, his cum already starting to slide out with a slick drip that makes him groan again.

“God,” he breathes, wrecked. “Look at that.”

His thumb swipes through the mess, lifts it to your lips.

“Taste what you do to me.”

And fuck—you do.

📄 INTERNAL SERVICE MEMO // SKZOTEL STAFF MEETING

DATE: Today

TIME: Five minutes past chaos o'clock

CALLED BY: Concierge Aeryn

SUBJECT: Felix’s hallway dalliances (again)

[CAMERA ON: STAFF MEETING ROOM — SKZOTEL BASEMENT, SLIGHTLY TOO NICE FOR WHAT HAPPENS HERE]

A long mahogany table. Pristine water pitchers no one touches. A massive whiteboard with “PROFESSIONALISM???” scrawled in red marker.

Aeryn: (palms flat on table, eye twitching) “I’d like to begin by reminding everyone that SKZotel is a luxury establishment, not a sex dungeon with turndown service.”

Chan: (sipping coffee, unreadable) “I mean, depends on the package they book.”

Aeryn: “Christopher.”

Seungmin: (flipping through a file titled ‘Noise Complaints – Vol. 6’) “Suite 1703. Moaning commenced at 2:41 PM, escalated to screaming by 2:47. Ceased at 3:00. Fairly efficient.”

Lee Know: (idly polishing a silver tray that might be decorative or weaponized) “Must’ve been preheated. I usually take longer.”

Aeryn: “This is not a competition—”

Changbin: (cutting in) “Yeah, because I’d win.”

Jeongin: (angelic as always, sipping tea) “I could offer a post-coital scrub to calm everyone down.”

Han: (from a rolling chair he’s spinning in at dangerous speeds) “I was watching the whole thing on camera. Very cinematic. I give Felix’s stroke game a solid nine, but the wall angle could’ve been tighter.”

Aeryn: (losing it) “Why are there wall angles—no—nope. This is a staff meeting.” (points at whiteboard) “Professionalism. What does that mean to any of you?”

Chan: (calm, diplomatic) “It means we deliver… curated experiences. Personalized hospitality.” (beat) “And occasionally, orgasms.”

Aeryn: (rubbing her temples) "This is the third complaint this week involving someone being fucked against a wall, and two of those were from people not involved."

Hyunjin: (sips matcha) "Okay, but did they mention how clean that wall was? Because I just polished it with lavender oil and pheromones."

Lee Know: (deadpan) "Maybe the problem isn’t us. Maybe the problem is architecture."

Changbin: (nodding) "Right. Like, if you don't want people to get railed against the walls, why install walls? Build open-concept."

Aeryn: "Changbin, please stop advocating for an orgy-friendly layout. This is not a brothel. It is a hotel. A high-end, five-star—"

Felix:(softly) "—with exceptional hands-on service."

Bang Chan: (finally speaks, very dry) "Look. We all know why people really book here. Let’s not pretend the 'Do Not Disturb' signs aren’t just invitations. But Aeryn has a point. If we keep escalating, someone’s going to post a video, and then suddenly we’re not a hotel anymore—we’re a category on Pornhub."

Han Jisung: (shrugs) "We’d get five stars there too."

Aeryn: "Chan. Please. You’re supposed to be on my side."

Chan:"I’m on the side of guest satisfaction. But yes. Discretion. Let’s just agree to keep things contained. Fewer hallway incidents. Less public moaning. No full-body lifting unless it’s behind closed doors. Deal?"

Lee Know: (raising a single brow) "So elevator scenes are still okay?"

Bang Chan: "...Yes, but only after midnight."

Aeryn: (flatly) "I hate this place."

Everyone else: (in unison) "We know."

[MEETING ENDS IN DISARRAY. EVERYONE LEAVES WITH VERY DIFFERENT UNDERSTANDINGS OF WHAT "PROFESSIONAL" MEANS.]

[LAST SHOT: AERYN SITTING ALONE, STARING INTO A COFFEE CUP LIKE IT'S A CRYSTAL BALL.]

Aeryn (to the camera): “I graduated top of my class. I spoke three languages by sixteen. Now I chase horny employees around a sex hotel. ...I need a raise.”

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hihi omg ideaaa how about jingyuan x MAID READER?? Like wait have u watched maid sama? Like the reader would be student council and very independent, and strict. But she has a side business like a maid cafe. And yk jing yuan being the popular guy who rejects every single girl. And one day he found out she works there and yk blackmailing or smth ehehr

Blackmail…🤭 I don't think he meant to threaten you. Jing Yuan just found out you were working at a maid cafe and thought it was cute <33!! He loves that you are so cute!!

cw: yandere, (implied) blackmail

Maybe you are one of the Xianzhou employees and you have always been tough and unapproachable? On working days, you always wear a formal uniform, such as a single-color skirt/trousers. Even if you wear a little decoration in your hair and clothes, it is still required by the job. You are a loner and do not actively chat with your colleagues. Only General Jing Yuan often chats with you. He always behaves so humorously and casually, but is always able to predict situations and make decisions. You said something polite and perfunctory.

…Only you know you have a secret. That means you work part-time at a maid cafe, with good pay and short hours. That's so different from your usual image. You try to hide your true appearance with some makeup and a wig.

On weekends, you worked part-time at a maid cafe as usual, but the customer sitting there frightened you.

…General Jing Yuan?????? He is in the maid cafe??????

The general wore a hat to hide his long, fleecy, multi-layered whit hair. He was sitting by the window, eyes closed, as if dozing, and stirring tea in his hand. All the milk and sugar carried on the side were added. Your heartbeat seemed to have stopped and you immediately hid in the employee lounge, but your colleague told you that the customer asked for a photo with you and asked you to "cast magic" on his food…

Your vision went dark and you held your hands on the wall. Reignbow Arbiter, is this true? Do you really have to face such a shameful situation?

You take a deep breath and hypnotize yourself. Jing Yuan probably hasn't recognized you yet. Maybe? You straightened out the fluffy maid skirt and took away the cute strawberry tiara from your hair. You placed the omelette rice and dessert in front of Jing Yuan, and told him about the "magic" to be done as usual. He stared at you, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. You struggled to cast "love magic" on the omelette rice and dessert in front of him, and told the "host" that they were ready to enjoy. You feel like all your courage and strength have been drained…

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Jing Yuan: sends those photos

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You: ……

You: …………………………

You: …………………………………………………………

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🌀 🍸SUMMARY: Working beside Mingi at a bar was always fun. The flirting, the jokes, and the teasing made work more enjoyable, until the connection became too intense to bear. The boss leaves you alone to close one night, and your coworker makes you a special refreshment with lots of (s)creams.

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You jump in fright from the repeated eager shouting of your name. “Y/n! Mingi! I need the both you over here, pronto!” Naturally you were startled, but not all too surprised by your boss's authoritative tone.

“Sorry boss...”

It’s been an unfortunate occurrence that your attention has been highly selective all early noon. The behavior was oddly out of character for you, but very typical for your coworker.

The underlying truth of the matter is that you’ve come to your senses- you have an excruciating crush on your co-worker, Mingi.

It had only been one year since you landed the job at the bar, and things where going really well.

You just didn’t want to fuck it up by, you know... fucking.

You've both heard and seen how work “relationships” tend to end. Nine times out of ten, the outcomes aren’t that positive. If anything, it creates a toxic environment to both parties, and the working environment as a whole.

You place down the washcloth on the bar countertop to finish your insignificant task of drying off moisture from spilled drinks and the bottom of cold glasses.

It was a non-obvious call for distraction to escape the unbearable thoughts…given that the culprit for them is in your vicinity.

The spiky pink-haired charmer frees his grip on the countertop while a customer is speaking mid-order, signaling to them that he’d be right back with his pointer finger.

They wave him off politely to attend to his vital duties, but if he were you in that situation, you would have to be dealing with all kinds of bitching and moaning.But yet somehow, in some way, Mingi had the same effect on customers as he did to you.

Maybe it was the black and white suited uniform your boss made him wear for business. But for you it was the face card, his sterling silver jewelry, and hot pink taper haircut that was the most effective.

“Yo, boss!” Besides the shivers that trickle down your spine from his baritone vocals, his informal acknowledgement to your boss makes you cringe. The last thing you need is to be overstimulated by more of your bosses obnoxious yelling.

He approaches shortly right next to you to face your boss who stands near the exit.

With a tight-lipped smile, your boss inhales a deep breath as he tilts his head kindly toward you. An exhale follows when he turns it back toward the discourteous and taller man next to you. “You never fail to meet my expectations Mingi.”

With a light nod, Mingi remarks, “My pleasure boss man, no need for the formalities.” He then gives you a small elbow jab as he smiles in his egocentric joy.

“I'll have you know they aren’t positive…’boss boy’.”

The most awkward stare-off you’ve ever been in the middle of begins, given that your weren’t in very many.“Oh…” Mingi mumbles.

You spare a side glance to watch as his prominent chest sinks in, shooting his previous confidence to plummet to rock bottom. He catches you looking at him teasingly, shamefully averting his eyes from your warring grin.

"Oh is right. Now, as I was going to say...", your boss announces, "’I’ve been calling on the both of you so often this morning, and it’s because I’m going to have to leave you guys alone for closing tonight."

As if your heart wasn't drumming against your chest from standing next to your work crush, or being yelled at by your boss on an hourly basis, it kicks you in harder at an extraordinarily fast rate.

There was no way you could psychologically endure the rest of the night by being alone at Mingi’s side for several hours.

Your boss continues on to reveal, "I’ve gotta stay at home with the wife. There’s a huge chance of her going into labor at any time is what the doctor is saying.” You smile and nod from your coherent understanding of home, wife, doctor, and baby.

“That’s understandable boss, you comment sweetly, I hope she delivers safely, and that you both have a healthy child.”

Mingi nods in agreement, using the moment as a chance to extend out his large hand for your boss's to clasp, triggering the jingling of his chained ring. “You’re already the best father of the year my man!” It’s not as shocking when the jingling sounds once more as Mingi’s hand falls back down, sulking in the denial from your boss.

“I appreciate that Mingi…really.” A chain of keys is slid effortlessly out of your boss's Carhartt jacket pocket, then seamlessly thrown backward into your clutch. “Y/n, you’ll hold the keys, and you will be left responsible to assist in locking things down tonight.”

Mingi takes a step forward and gestures to himself with his hands and an offended face proclaims, “Yo- I mean, boss…what about me?I’m right here.”

“I see that.”, your boss sarcastically remarks.“Keep tabs on Y/n, and help her if she needs it.”Mingis facial expression is like a gaping fish’s mouth out of water, suffering and speechless.

With no remorse your boss turns the other direction. After a few steps he naturally opens the bar door to let a customer inside, displaying a storming parade of heavy rain.

“You’re lucky I don’t fire your ass Song, but you keep those customers flowing in like a frat boy chugging a keg tube!” The door jingles as he finally takes his leave right out the exit, closing you in with inescapable temptations.

“Idiot…, you whisper, “why do you have to be that way around him?”, you shake your head in disapproval to the upset and adorable duck faced man.

He whines childishly to your dismay. Without a choice in the matter, he walks behind you as you both make your way back to awaiting customers that are dinging the bell obnoxiously at the bar.

“What did I even say wrong?” Mingi approaches the customer whose order was inconveniently interrupted, and seated closely from your group intervention.

“Beats me.”, the customer says in between laughter.

...

Today was your first day working at the pub without a boss.

Unfortunately, today of all days- did they leave you alone to deal with drunk customers and your seemingly impossible- newfoundingly attractive, and sober coworker, Song Mingi.

When the evening begins to roll in leading to what might be a fateful night, things began to get a lot more hectic.

As per usual, there are the guys who come in after a bad day, a troubling situation, or a bad life. Mainly because of work or a partner they need to shake off. A drink or many was the anecdote to temporarily forget.

A customer attempts to sit on a bar stool as he tramples around it before managing to successfully put at least half his ass on it. "The music in here…”, he groans with both hands on his head, “it s-sucks man!"

Mingi approaches him with care and interest, but no regard for his behavior. It’s the same as he would treat any other customer.

"I’ve been telling the boss man to let me DJ y’know? But he likes to go on about what I play is too loud." Mingi then begins to mock your bosses voice in a fairly amusing attempt, using air quotes with his long fingers for emphasis. "Anyway, he isn’t here with us tonight…thank goodness.”

The last bit he says under his breath, but not anything you can’t hear from preparing drinks beside him while he takes orders.

“Oh! you mean-you mean that old dude?!” The drunken man says in realization as he lets out an ungraceful burp. "He doesn’t know anything about what’s hot in today’s music!” in a dramatic motion, he swirls his finger in the air and pointed directly at Mingi."Turn on that good shit pinky!”

After some pre-contemplated thought, Mingi gladly makes his way to the end of the bar, raising his hand to signal the DJ for the cue.

He’s quick to pull it down when he senses you approaching behind him, smiling timidly as he turns to face you. "Play something club worthy at least, that’s my only request." You shrug your shoulders and step aside from behind him, walking back toward the front end without a care.

"If only the boss heard that come from your mouth. He'd never believe me in a billion years.", he whispers.

Mingi does a few hand signals you couldn't effectively translate, but upon hearing the cue of “club-worthy music” play through the speakers, you realize the DJ perfectly understood.

The drunken man stands up quickly from the stool, utilizing the bar top for stability. It was when he moved away from the bar top that concerned you when he began to trip over his own feet again. For the upteenth time Mingi leans over the counter and grabs his fore arms to help him keep balance.

At times, he was sweet in that way.

The drunken man widely grins as he once again points at Mingi. "I like you, and-and I really like this alcohol.” He points up his finger twirling it around in the air as if he was casting a magic spell. “Give me a round of shots for this whole bar Pinky!"

A uproar of excitement from all across bar powers over the music. The man rises from his stool to cheer with them, uplifting his hands like he was given the role of a God.

‘Surely…,’ you thought, ‘after this night ends, that man will wake up in the early morning to dial the line of his bank. Considering the fact we’re getting busy as the hours tick by.’

…

Every workshift would be uneventful if your customers didn't come in variety packs.

There were the Cougars. Middle-aged women trying to keep up with the times, so time doesn't catch up with their age.

Said one of many women walks up to greet you both at the bar in a sultry walk. Possibly in hopes of causing a swarm of bees to get a taste of her special made honey.

The essence of Mingi captures her eye however, and she decides to sit in a stool that so happened to be free right in front of him.

Her tight leather leopard print pants stretches as she moves with every inch. She looks downward when seated to shimmy her gargantuan boobs on the counter while wearing a matching top that holds in the drooping.

As flamboyant as the cougars usually are, it was a necessity for her to top everything off with a long lion trench coat that she moves behind her to suit properly.

You continue making the drink for the rounded tables while Mingi deadpans at her in a standstill behind the counter, paying no mind to the display she's trying to showcase.

"You know"...she begins, squishing in her boobs with no need for adjustment, "I usually don’t go for just any young man… ‘specially the ones with pink hair", she adds. "But you might’ve just changed my mind hot stuff.”

Her hands smooth over her chest for another time, yet they travel inside the top she was wearing.

Out of it, she pulls out a thick wad of folded bills, racing her hand forward to Mingis front pocket. In the boldest way possible she grabs hold of his tie and inserts the cash and pats in securely in his chest. She even goes the extra step to tuck the tie back in, smoothing the now wrinkled material with her Y2K duck nails.

You’re stunned as you watch Mingi immediately take hold of her wrist decorated in a forearms full of pandora bracelets. “Let me change it again for you, sweet pea."

The nickname took the lady aback, as it did the same for you. If only it was directed at you, but in a different context, it makes any bad day better again.

“That guy right over there...”, he continues, pointing to one of the younger men that come in often- ‘a bad life’ you think. “he’s been wanting to buy you a drink ever since he got here.”

As she turns her head in the point of Mingi’s direction, he carefully releases go of her wrist carefully to not cause a mishap. “He’s kinda hot”, she says fanning herself with the loose hand, "Oh...but are you sure you won’t be upset sweetheart?”

Mingi lets out a light laugh, shaking his head no in the most nicest way possible. “Not at all pretty lady. I can’t interfere with potential love at first sight.”

She thinks for a moment and sighs when a decision was made. In moments she gets up from her stool to readjusts her previous adjustments. Pants, boobs, and the train of her fur coat.

For the first time she looks at you, and then Mingi again. In her mind you can tell she read over something in you that you couldn’t comprehend. But your instincts tells you, she knew something. “You’re a cute little fella. Keep that pink hair going, I just know somebody’s gonna love pulling that at night.”

Her smile grows wide as she waves in your direction, "Bye, honey. “I hope those drinks aren't the only thing you'll be mixin' up with tonight… if you know what I mean."

Oh, you knew.

You were nerve-wracked for Mingi to think the same with different feelings, unattracted ones. "Wow…and to think she isn't even drunk yet.", Mingi mutters as you both watch the pair initiate conversations.

“Was he really wanting to buy her a drink?”, you asked in curiosity.

“Nah, he’s been looking around for someone for the past half hour, and she obviously need some attention so…perfect match.”

"You are absurdly evil sir." You gaze at Mingi’s stark figure with his eyes trained on the new couple.

You take the time to admire his side profile, thinking about how his nose could fit into small spaces. Or how his lips could suck-

“I prefer to be called Cupid.” He turned his head to meet your hypnotic gaze, winking at you in surprise.

To your shock, and even Mingis, the next hour consisted of the couple grooving and grinding on the dance floor. Right after that skipped out in each others arm with a chime for the exit door.

“Cupid it is.”

“Ditto.”

…

The final boss, your mortal enemies, the hot girl groupies.

They always arrive together knit in arm, and they settle down at the front end rounded tables. In the midst of their original conversation they all catch a glance at the sexy bartender across the room.

Separately, one by one, they all come up to order drinks with an underlying mission to capture the thing inside Mingi’s pants. The success rate is usually zero.

A young woman, both your ages, walks up quick with confidence from her groups table. As much as you hate to admit, her white halter top and denim-distressed booty shorts could do a number on your chances.

What makes things worse is that at this time of night, the led pink lights come on. Which means the hues of Mingi’s spiky hair becomes more fluorescent than it is in the morning light. It brings on too much attention, and a great cause of more distraction from your duties.

As the cougar has done earlier, she leans over counter with to forge her boobs to the front of her chest. Except…she was a lot more obvious about her intentions.

She flicks her chin toward you, smacking her gum with a popping jaw. “She your girlfriend?”

Mingi looks back to see you flustered from the unwanted attention. You were supposed to make drinks and give it to him, to give to her. No where in that interaction were you supposed to be involved in any conversation besides complaints about the drinks.

He gives you an attractive smile with his full lips, tracking your face and body with his eyes. “Nah, she’d be lucky if she was though.” What kills you is that Mingi maintains the eye contact with you and not the girl. It pissed her off and you as well in a sense. Although on the inside did you feel so fucking confident.

Mingi’s way with words uplifted your self esteem from time to time. But damn was the girl in front of him furious, her self esteem was depleting, and so she had to resort in ringing the bell in desperation to redirect Mingis focus.

“Can I please get a strawberry lime margarita…and with a little sugar around the rim too, please? I like licking around the tip of it y’know?“ She traces the counter top in circles with the tip of her finger, flickering her tongue as she holds eye contact. “ It makes my tastebuds really happy…”

He repeats the order- the strawberry lime margarita with a sugar rimmed part. "Strawberry lime Margarita with a crystalized sugar rim.” He writes it down but doesn’t hand it to you like usual, instead he tells you to step aside so he can make it himself.

You could tell the hot girl loved that by the way she bit her lip while Mingi mixed things together. When he’s finished, he slides the drink onto the counter and directly in front of her chest. “Your drink that you ordered.”

Her focus doesn’t even land on the drink because she’s so caught up in his physique. "It looks perfect! Thank you, um…” she looks over his suit for a name tag to notice there wasn’t one. A open opportunity for what she’ll say next-“…what did you say your name was?”

"Well… I don’t recall you asking but-.” he leans over-the-counter, interlining his fingers on both of his hands as he looks her deep in eyes, “Mingi. If you must know."

The girl leans forward and cups Mingi by the chin, which he shows no discomfort in feeling. “You’d be lucky if I was your girlfriend, Mingi.”

“Oh yeah?…, He reaches up to pull her hand and hold it in his, pulling it toward his lips which you have to look away from to withhold any rotten jealousy. "Looks like I’ll be unlucky for the rest of my life then.”

You nearly twist your neck to see the baffled look on the woman’s face, she yanks her hand away and pulls her drink off the counter, spilling the slushy ice of the margarita on her sparkling white halter.

The girls from her table gasp as they watch the scene from afar, they all urge her to move to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“Stupid jerk!” She says wailing, shivering as the blended ice falls onto her porcelain skin, making her top all red under the hot pink lighting. She looks at you as she speeds away to the bathroom and mutters, "What a waste."

It could've been the drink she spilled that made her say that, but eye contact conveyed her non-verbal message. The only problem is that you were there, and in the way. Perhaps she and Mingi might have had a chance without your presence as a scapegoat.

Mingi rises back up, straightening his broad back into place. As there were no other customers at the counter, he turned back to you and continued to give you that distinguished look as he leant back on the bartop. "I meant what I said about you though. Luck doesn't knock twice."

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REWIND

Life had became so boring to you that you fix your attention on other people’s happiness instead of manifesting your own.

It was a never ending thought, one that you wanted to escape from for just a moment. Which in turn lead you to sit on some pubs bar stool.

You watch the bartender come from the back with blinding hot pink hair, as much as that set him apart, you recognize the personality of his character. He was unapologetically himself and so helpful at the same time.

His hand was so fluid with every drink he mixed and poured over into the glass cups. Not to mention, he looked delicious in the pink lighting and his semi-formal undersuit.

After minutes of patiently waiting in your stool with no rushed timing, it lets you feen more to linger at his stature until he struts quickly to your stool.

“How ya doin today babe?”He arrives with a pen and pad, prepared to write down the contents of your order.

“Life could be better”, you reply nonchalantly with shrugged shoulders, “I suppose that’s why I’m here.”

He leans in to be more attentive, weighing his palm on the bar’s countertop with furrowed brows which were a lighter pink. “Well I hope that at least for the time you’re here, I can make it better.”

You blush as you fight off a geeky smile from taking up the entirety of your face. “I hope so too.”

You weren’t looking at him, but he let a smile just as big reveal on his own. He was so fawn that someone as pretty as you blushed because of him.

“Well, It’s a Thirsty Thursday and our special is an island vibe. It’s a blue sugar rock sour cocktail with vanilla whip shots.” He pulls out a menu from his so side to push it in front of your sulken body. “If that's not something that gives your interest a peak, then what can I get for you to drink?”

You've heard him reuse the line with multiple customers which made it easier to decide if you want the drink or put in a different order. As next in line you had your mind made up, but his presence and being the current customer has you contemplating your decisions again.

"I don't know what I want, what do you have please?"

He blinks at the menu and looks reluctantly behind him at the array of alcoholic drinks and mixers on the shelf. Then pointing to the tap on the bar. "Well what do you like doll face? I'll make you anything you ask me to babe."

The intimate nickname alters the nerves in your brain to make a unanimous decision, but at least you know what you don’t want. "I don't need anything strong because I need the energy. I prefer any of sweet drinks you have.”

“Oh I see.”, he says nodding slowly, likely because he’s encountered your type before. “How does something like a pina colada, a Mai tai, or a strawberry daiquiri sound for you babe?”

More decision making. The thing in your life that hasn’t exactly been your forte. You sigh, covering your stupidity with a small smile. “Can I just get all 3?"

“Damn…”, he trails off, scratching the back of his head which in result creates more spikes. “That is a lot of energy…but I got you babe, coming right up.”

“Yeah it's just that type of night, I guess”, you mumble, mainly to yourself. He leaves to pull on a pair of black gloves. He begins walking away to make your drinks but you stop him in his tracks.

He turns his head swiftly and walks backward to lean in with a close ear. You grow flustered at such a caring action, whispering your additional request. “Can I also get that special too please?” “Sorry…”

"Of course!” He says with a polite grin, “anything to make your night a little bit sweeter.” His piercing eyes leaves yours with two taps of his fingers on the bars top to go make all four drinks.

He later sets out a platter for your drinks and describes the flavors and mixes, even though you've seen every step with your never ending stare, but how good did it feel just to hear him talk.

“Thank you, they all look so pretty.”

He shrugs in shoulders lightly from the slight embarrassment that stems from your compliment. “I just wanted to see your eyes brighten up and that genuine smile, you look so upset coming in here.”

Your act was tucked behind the curtains as soon as he brought your true emotions into the light. “I was. But I’m better now because of you, thank you.” You lift up the specialty drink, offering the sweet cotton candy haired bartender a cheers.

He reveals a wide tooth smile, one that you found adoring to compliment his handsome nature. “No problem. It’s what I aim to do.” He waves you off as he walks away to assist other customers. Later that night he comes back to wipe down the countertops, finishing last next to you.

You let out a deep, heavy breath and his attention was focused on your contentment from how good the drinks were. The room around you feels fuzzy as you began to grow tipsy, smiling like a maniac with whip cream and sugar on your lips.

“Did that hit the spot?,” he asks with a cute giggle.

“Hellllll yeah.” It was obvious the drinks had an instant effect, considering you chugged them all within a fifteen minute period.

In between shakes of the towel and drying his hands, he giggles once more as his eyes scans over your face. “Speaking of spots…you do got a little something right here.” He uses his thumb to swipe his own lips, explaining where he sees it on yours.

You mimic him, scooping bits on your fingers and licking the clean with your tongue. “Is it gone?”, you slur in a whine, growing sad to think you looked silly in the vulnerable state you were in.

He chuckles and shakes his head know as he points out more residue using himself as reference. “No sweetheart, here too.”

“Am I good now?”

It’s not gone, and he knows it, smiling goofily. “Looking sweet sugar.”

You smile with closed eyes likely because you’re so relaxed from the chilled drinks. You open your eyes in awe to the upbeat scenery and meet the bartenders eyes again, seeing he was already staring at you. “Are you guys hiring by any chance?”

“Yeah! We could definitely use another bartender, but the boss man is picky. Were you thinking about joining the crew?”

“If that’s okay with your boss then sure”, you shrug.

“I can make it okay.” He drags his hand from the bar top and holds up his hand to signal for you to hold tight. I’ll be right back sugar.” You watch him disappear to the back. Before you didn’t recognize it, but you feel yourself sadden again as you realize he was actually nice company.

A man, shorter and yet broader emerged from the back rooms. He surveyed the area until he spots you, pausing like he found what he was watching for.

“Are you this young lady I’m hearing great things about from this boy?” You nearly choke as you began to sober up, recollecting all sense of intellect you’ve lost from four alcoholic drinks.

“That I am.” You state enthusiastically while clearing your throat. How do I have the pleasure of knowing you?”

“I own the place, and I heard you were interested in the bartenders position.” You gape subtly at Mingi who stands behind one the wall, prompting you a supportive thumbs up.

“Oh y-yeah absolutely. I’m new in town and I’m looking for a fresh start. Hopefully at a fine working establishment like yours.”

“You got experience as a bartender?”

“Uh… “Mingis encourages you to continue with beckoning hands, then hiding behind the wall when his boss takes a look back to what you seem so lost in. “No, I do not.”

“So then, do you want to learn?”

You shake your head affirmatively without a thought. “Yes, of course! If I was given the opportunity.”

The muscle headed man ponders your interview like exchange. He walks away to the back once more before coming out with a feminine version of the bartenders uniform. “Come back here tomorrow at the same time you came in today, and with this uniform on.”

“Oh, thank you so much!”

“You’re not hired yet dollface.”

You wipe the smile clean off your face and nod like you have a great understanding of what you are exactly. “Right.”

The boss walks away once again to the back and Mingis cross paths naturally to meet you back at the counter. “Don’t worry, you are 100% hired.”

You cock your head to the side, blinking at a rapid pace to organize the thoughts in your mixed up mind. “But he literally just said I wasn’t?”

“He never hands out a uniform to just anyone babe. Then he told you to come back the very next day? He sees potential inside of you.”

You marvel in his excitement for you. It was like he pleaded for you to to be given the chance. “It’s all because of you, I cant thank you enough.”

“I’ll accept you coming in tommorow as a good enough thank you. Don’t let me down sugar.”

The next night you came in at the exact same time, with your formal button up blouse and trousers. You got to stand next to Mingi behind the counter as he gave you hands on training experience.

Even thought you were nearly drunk, you were lucky to land the job so easily. With the spontaneous opportunity you hoped to get closer to where you wanted to be.

Although meeting Song Mingi already led you off to a great start.

...

“Mingi get down before you buss that dense head open! I just wiped the damn counter down.”

You thought after that all the chaos and havoc would be gone after closing, but now and still is your coworker acting worse than all of the absurd customers put together.

He was standing on the countertop and jerking out pelvic thrust in mid air with a bitten lip.

“Mingi!”, you shout. He seemed to had finally get the hint as he climbed down. But he still remained on the countertop sitting with his legs over the edge.

“Sugar. Babe. It’s a Saturday night and we are the only ones here.” He holds onto your shoulders gently and peers into your eyes, stopping you from the unnecessary cleaning of already clean surfaces. “We can do whatever we want. You know that right?”

You peer back at him, nearly hypnotized to agree to every word that left his mouth. “Yeah sure. You mean you can do whatever you want, and I take the fall for it?”

You shrug his grip from you shoulders and step back with the towel in hand. “Okayyy, I get that boss man left you in charge. But we work at a bar that also has an entire kitchen behind it, and a freaking dance floor.”

Mingi gets down completely to stand closer in front of you peering down into your eyes once again. “I mean cmon, if i was in charge-“

“In which, thank goodness you’re not.”

He deadpans as you cut him off, but remains relentless in his persuasion. “Don’t you wanna let loose a little bit babe? “I mean, while we still have the chance.”

It was a exciting thought, to ‘let loose a little bit’, and you know how Mingi is always the life to a dead party, even when it was just you two.

With his charm you are coerced to give up and throw your hands on the air without any cares to give. “Fuck it.” Mingi cheers and jumps like he’s on trampoline with no control. “But, stop doing that! And because this is your idea, I’m not cleaning up after, deal?”

Mingi chuckles and stops immediately but proceed into a small harmless dance. “Yeah sure, no biggie. He waves your condition off blatantly as you try your best to master a stare that was intimidating, but you honestly didn’t have it in you. It’s party time sugar, Woohoo!”

Mingi swings an imaginary cowboy lasso in the air, turning his back to presumably wander to the kitchen to grab a few things.

“Here’s some of the hard stuff, and I know you might not want to drink it because of your sweet tooth. But I think it’s time you could stop being a baby, and party like an adult tonight.”

You spot the array of said hard drinks, none you see are keen to your liking. “I only drink the sweet stuff because it doesn’t hit as hard. Three shots of whiskey and I’ll start having out of body experiences.”

“That’s why you have to balance it, sugar lips.” He places a shot glass down. “One shot,” and with the other hand another glass. “One water.”

MANY SHOTS AND MANY WATERS LATER…

“I’m gonna throw up. I’ll be back, I’m going to the ladies room.” After some much-needed relief, you come back to the front of the bar soured by a special aroma.

You were going to ask Mingi what the smell was until you saw him and began to connect the dots.

“You perve! Don’t just stand there looking at me!” Your pervertedness came into play by staring at Mingi placing pepperonis over his shirt where his nipples are.

You shake your head and sit at the stool across from where he stood behind the counter. “Why would I bother looking at you, you’re a walking man child.”

“My mom thinks it funny…” He walks to the back counter to grab a round tray and settles it down between the both of you at the front counter. “Care for some pizza? It’s fresh.”

You’re quick to grab a piece, you could eat anything to fulfill your empty stomach. “Holy shit that’s hot!”, you flick your tongue, tumbling the burning ingredients in your mouth.

Mingi pays no mind as he’s busy swirling his tongue out for cheese, wrapping the muscle around the lengthy pull.

You watch him tentatively with his flexible he could move the muscle, another dangerous cause for distraction.“You’re still an idiot, even when drunk.”

He takes the first bite of his slice aas he bends his head downward to look at you fanning your burnt tongue. “Who says I’m drunk?”

You place your slice down on the tray, waving your finger to Mingi. “Noooo, you’re definitely…drunk.” , you slur.

He giggles and adore you as you try and eat more slices. “Alright sugar, let’s take a break.” He fills another glass of water and brings it out from behind the counter with him for you. “Let’s dance.”

Mingi placed on some music from your boss’s jukebox given that the DJ left and packed up not long after closing. Assumingly for another gig.

He walks toward you and gently grabs your wrist. It was the most softened touch ever, but your tipsyness overrides your sensory abilities and you yank away from his hand. “Give me a second dude! Don’t you ever get tired?”

He doesn’t take you seriously but he backs off in respect. “Party doesn’t stop until you drop babe.”

You fully turn around in the stool, reassuring him that you didn’t need any help until your nearly fall flat on your face. Fortunately, with Mingis quick reflexes, he could both catch the glass of water and you before breaking yourselves on the marble-wooden floors.

As soon as you reached the dance floor Mingi handed the drink of water onto you and undressed into his button up with a few tabs unbuttoned.

The most random of songs began to play out of your bosses jukebox. A Spanish song with bongos, maracas, and horns began to sound on the overhead and controls the groove of Mingis body.

“Cmonnnn, stop it! You look ridiculous.”

He looked anything but. He dances in salsa, pacing his feet forward and backward as his shirt exposes a bit more of his chest.“We’re the only ones here! ‘Sides, I know you like what you see…” ,he licks the side of his mouth, doing a spin as he pokes out his butt in your direction.

You couldn’t help but spare the slightest glance, but he didn’t get the pleasure of seeing it. “I already told you what I see when I look at you.”

“Yeah, when I had pepperoni nipples! Now you get to see the real things.” He does another spin move that allowed him to take off his shoes smoothly. He cha-chas while backing away, beckoning you to follow him with his two fingers.

It looked as if something else was conjuring as you gained in proximity, like he was alluring you into an inescapable trance.

“Ugh…get a grip, I’m not gonna keep chasing you.”

Your wrist is indeed gripped by him. In a pose of salsa duo, he pulls you tightly into his chest. “Gotcha.”

You were spunned, twirled, and even tossed in the air before you finally grew tired and Mingi decided to go solo. You got a hold of that much needed water and nearly downed it in one go.

You were gonna go back in for the remaining bit until you saw Mingi thrusting wildly and a wicked idea crossed your mind. In a playful manner you began to hype him up and you almost felt guilty for what you were about to do when you saw his gorgeous smile. But you do it anyway, and you’d do it again if you could see his soaking wet man tiddies.

He freezes in surprise, mouth agape as he looks down at his own body.“What you do that for?”

“Well I didn’t have any money…I was just cheering you on.”

Mingi scoffs, not believing a word you said to be reasonable. “Fine then. It’s your turn. He steps away to bask in the embarrassment you might feel in your performance. But inconsistently for him you were boosted by liquid courage. “That way it’s fair and square.”

“Whatever…deal.”

For your performance you wanted to convey a different vibe. To go through the list of songs, selecting Britney Spears, “I’m a Slave 4 u” as your pick.

You sway you hips side to side as you get in the rhythm, snapping your fingers along to the kickbacked drums.

♫ I know I may come off quiet, may come off shy.

But I feel like talking feel like dancing when I see this guy. ♫

During the lyrics you pull Mingi off from off the wall, and onto the VIP sections couch.

♫ What’s practical? What’s logical? What the hell who cares?

All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancing there. ♫

Your arms wrap behind Mingis neck, and you boldly climb onto the couch with your knees on the side of his thunder thighs.

♫Baby, don’t you wanna…dance upon me? To another time and place.

Oh baby, don’t you wanna…dance upon me. Leave behind my name and age. ♫

You roll your hips mid air above his private to withhold any boundaries, feeling on his upper body in drunk fun while he stretches his arm on top of the furniture to watch the show in relaxation.

“I bet those dumb girls couldn’t give it to you like this right? Offering their bodies to you for you to please and nothing else. Selfish bitches.”

Mingi cocks his head in amusement. From the beginning to now you’ve been full of surprises.“Sugar…are you jealous baby?”

You sigh and pause as the song continues to maintain its sensual stance. “Yeah, so what? How would you feel if I had almost every single guy that came in here wanting to screw me?

You smooth your hand over his upper body once again, playing timidly with the flaps of his button up. “You probably think you could do so much better than them huh?”

He smirks with his quirked plush pink lips. “I know I can. But I can show you better than I can tell you pretty. Can you do better than those women say they can?”

You reflect his same expression, adding a quirked brow for a challenge. “I can show you better than I can tell you pinky.”

You lower yourself to move in closer to his lips, and you both meet each other half way, kissing personally in harmony.

In nervousness you pull away, contemplating the rushed fuse of your actions. “I didn’t, I don’t know if-“

“It’s okay sugar.” He smooths a hand delicately over your head. “I want you to show me. If you want to…can you show me? Please?”

You nod, advancing to your next move of running your hand between his chest and unbutton his shirt. At the last button you free it open revealing his slim waist, your relentless temptations enables you to feel it tense at your gentle touch.

You peer at him through doll eyes, growing shy from the intensive heat of the moment. “How far do you want this to go?”

He cocks his head while biting his lip, bringing up his fingers to lift up your chin. “I think I recall a little birdie saying they hope drinks weren’t the only thing you were mixing up with tonight.”

“Mmmm.” you hum playfully. “I also think the little birdie said someone would love pulling this at night too.” You run your fingers through his soft scalp, sticking up the colored short hairs.

“And an early bird…” he shifts his bulge up against your core, “gets the worm.”

A surge in your body makes you reckless in ripping off his pants, and he does a master job of taking them off his ankles with his feet which you fairly helped with.

You sat up to grow rid of your clothes, sunken to your knees when you were skin and bare.

He was already up and rock hard, but to see you gawking at the size of him and it nearly covering the entirety of your face made him impossibly harder. You take him in immediately pulsing at the base of him.

He groans at your teasing, lifting your head up to bob it downward. You look in between your eyelashes as you swallow him with a stretched mouth. His head was tilted back as his mouth outputs pleasured whining. You squeeze onto his meaty thighs when he began to twitch. You were gonna take him there to his climax, but he stopped you in advance.

“I have condoms in my pockets. Inside you is where I want to be.”

You smile and cupped his face before giving him a chaste kiss. You reach down to grab his discarded pants and dig through his pocket to find the condom. Never had you have a partner that wore the greatest size. You thought it might’ve popped off given how large he truly was.

You waste no time climbing on top of him and directing the tip of him on the inside.

You both moan in unison with Mingis arms splayed on the couch, and yours in his shoulders for support. The muscles of his hips buck you upward and shaking in mid air.

He groans as he cheers your bouncing on with slaps to your ass. He cradles your boob in his large hand hook his mouth onto your nipple, blowing it softly to watch it erect. You feel them harden and soften with every suck and blow. It felt so good that is was painful.

With every deep thrust you both grew closer to climax with the slick stimulation. Mingi came as he whines from the surging shockwave, his thrusting comes to a slow with the will to get you in the same place. He pulls out, making the cum filled at the top of the rubber visible.

You fall over on his shoulder as he carefully flips you over. He spreads you open to access you inner flesh to slip in his chained ringed finger, and slurp up your clitoris like a rabid dog.

It only takes a matter of minutes to have you convulsing and pulling at his sweaty strands. Mingi slams your body back onto the cushion with no urge to stop until he feels you on his fingers and tongue.

“That’s right sugar. Give me all the sweetness you’ve got. Cum for me babe.”

A squelching noise indicates your means of arrival. Mingi releases you and removes his mouth. His chained ringed finger follows afterward, a string of your slick drags along your spongy walls.

Mingi marvels at the sight as he turns his hand, smiling wide as you look at him with low lids in effect of your orgasm. “I know you said for me to clean up afterwards… but I say we both made a mess no?”

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Thank you for reading.

Much love,

xoxo

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