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everythingne · 3 months ago

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Little Miss Wingwoman - LN4

With baby Verstappen-Piquet on the way, Penelope's nanny needs a place to move into as she becomes an almost full time employee of the family. No better place than Lando's spare bedroom, only a few floors down from her job, right?

warnings/notes: none particularly? this might be like five parts or two parts, im not sure yet :D!

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Penelope's plan to get her two favorite people to fall in love begins to fall into place.

See, Penelope was smart. Kelly made sure she was creative and book smart while Max made sure she had the confidence to speak her mind. Penelope got all she wanted, within reason, spoiled just enough, worked for what she had to. Danced, played, sang, baked... she was kid, but she was smart. She could do it all herself if she wasn't a huge momma and daddy's girl. (Bonus-daddy's girl? She hadn't worked out the wording on that one yet.)

But, on the busy days, you visited.

Taking a summer gig to nanny in your last years of school, you didn't expect to be placed within the Verstappen-Piquet household. Two days in, you never wanted to leave, and Penelope--so so young back then, had refused to let you go. Now, a few years later, you traveled around with the family when needed. Most of the time, staying back to look over the apartment and the cats while they went around.

You were more so an extra set of hands for Kelly, someone who could run and get groceries before dinner, run Penelope to and from practices or accompany her to weekends with her father (the Kyvat's adored you as well), or someone who could stay back with Penelope for date nights or take her out for nights in.

After a few years of steady rhythm, everything was shaken up with baby Verstappen-Piquet on the horizon. A lot of changes needing to be made to prepare for the child, especially the further along Kelly was getting--appointments and classes and errands. A set of helping hands, especially when Max had to go off for work, was almost necessary.

But it was impossible to find apartments in Monaco on your budget. And with the spare room you had been using turning to a nursery for the little bugger coming along, you didn't have the luxury of sleeping in your employers home much longer.

And so, the hunt began.

Penelope had heard the news from Max, offhandedly mentioning it to Daniel during a padel game. The Australian didn't have space for you, as much as he'd grown to love your presence. A week later, he'd run into Charles while out getting dinner with P, and asked if he or Alexandra knew anywhere while Penelope pretended to be distracted by Leo. A week after that, Kelly had gone out to lunch with a bunch of her friends in the and discussed it openly.

A month in, Lando visited to watch Penelope while Kelly and Max went off to a doctor's appointment. Usually, you would stop by, but you were off on an early holiday vacation with family. The way Lando joked with Max, the easy smile on his lips, the awkward stumbles and laughter through his words... it was just like you could be.

Then, when Max asks, Lando mentions having a spare room he'd have to clean out. And the way Lando smiles when Penelope makes her way over to give him a hug, promising Max he'll keep her in line while the two of them are gone makes an idea flare in Penelope's head.

Lando needed a roommate, and you needed a place to stay. So, obviously, you were an absolutely perfect pair, right? It wasn't a new idea to her, you and Lando had met a few times over the course of the years you'd watched her. Mainly for short moments at whatever grand prix she'd begged you to come to, and the two of you seemed to get along...

And, she thinks you're both single. So, Penelope enacted stage one of her master wing(wo)man plan: getting you to move in with Lando.

While Penelope was scheming, browsing through YouTube for videos full of cutesy RomCom ideas, Lando was saying goodbye to Max and Kelly--wishing them luck, and then shutting the door behind him. He made quick work of sneaking a popcorn bag out of his backpack, popping it in the microwave while he scrolled through the countless movies on their smart TV--finding the perfect one for Penelope to watch.

The girl was engrossed, headphones shoved over her ears, watching a 'my top ten romantic moments in movies' compilation, but the smell of buttery goodness made her lift her head.

Lando smiles, holding out a bowl for her, "Too busy watching that for some old fashioned Disney?"

Glancing to the screen, Frozen 2 was paused on the opening screen, and Penelope tutted, "This came out in 2019."

"But thats like forever ago. Were you even born yet?" Lando smirks and Penelope takes the bowl from him with a scowl, but obliges to sit next to him on the couch, putting her iPad away for now, as Lando started the movie up.

But as Elsa is working to tame the Nøkk, Penelope lets out a soft sigh. Popcorn gone, and interest ruined. She wants to get back to studying. She has all winter break to make this love story happen, and with Lando and Max possibly going back for testing as early as January 3rd, she needs to act fast.

Lando glances over from where he's been idly answering emails between watching the movie, his own bowl empty. Penelope pouts while watching the movie, and he hums, looking at her.

"You're not even watching the coolest scene," Lando chimed softly, remembering the countless times little Mila would screech at the TV when she was really young. Penelope just huffed again, and he found himself curiously laying his head on his palm, "isn't this your favorite part?"

"No." Penelope deadpans, sighing again and dramatically slides off the couch onto her back and groans. She knows its a bit overkill, but its also Lando. He was a bit dramatic too. Penelope ends up closing her eyes for more drama as Sassy jumps off the couch and sniffs her head before trying to sneak a bite of corn kernels.

Lando reaches out and waves Sassy away, earning him a hiss and a sulk from the bengal as she stalks off to a far corner in the room. He slides the rest of his way out of the chair, hovering by Penelope's side before asking softly,

"What'sa matter, P?"

Penelope blinks open one eye at his approach, muttering, "The horse thing is Yn's favorite part of the movie."

"Yn?" Lando pops down on the floor next to her, pausing the movie on the TV, "is she one of your friends from dance?

"No, Yn is my nanny." Penelope sits up, a mischievous thought entering her mind, "but she doesn't have a place to live, so she's not my nanny now. Because she can't live in Monaco."

"Oh, that's a shame. D'ya miss her?" Lando asks softly and Penelope nods, leaning over to grab her iPad, pulling up a photo of the two of them squished together into the camera. Lando's smile tells Penelope all she needs to know, obviously he's totally in love with her, that's why he's grinning like that.

"That's a cute photo, P." Lando says. Jackpot. Shifting to lay on his stomach, Lando shuts his laptop on the couch and Penelope spends the rest of their three hour time talking non-stop about you to Lando. Practically making you sound like a damn angel rebirthed onto this Earth, shoving photos of you in his face, giggling like a mad man whenever he asks a question.

Penelope makes sure to have him follow your Instagram, grinning like a madwoman when he agrees to do so. When Max and Kelly come back, Lando stays for dinner, where Kelly informs Penelope you'll be visiting for a few days to do some apartment hunting.

Max seems to remember Lando lives alone and asks once more.

"I could clean the room out if she needs it," Lando says a bit more enthusiastically now. Penelope pats herself on the back as he says, "When Yn gets here, she can come over and take a look--just, just--just remind me to clean up. It's a bit messy."

"Wouldn't expect anything less from you, mate." Max grins and Lando sheepishly tries to defend himself while Kelly watches with a small smile, looking over to where Penelope eagerly grins.

A few days later, you fly in to Monaco. When the Verstappen-Piquet family stops by to visit, you greet them with tight hugs. Maneuvering around your big suitcase laying on the floor, you surprise Max and Kelly with a gift of a few baby items as well as some other much needed items for the couple. Namely, a gift card to Penelope's favorite store, which Max prompty hands back to you with the words, "she'd prefer shopping with her older 'sister'" tossed over his shoulder. The two don't stay long, having a flight to catch to the FIA Awards ceremony. So, Penelope stays in your hotel room while Max and Kelly go off, and you give her free reign to do whatever she wishes.

It only takes about ten minutes into you two being alone for Penelope to ask about the apartment search, almost bursting at the seams with a sense of excitement thats rare--even for her.

"Who told you that?" You spin around to poke your head out of the doorway, hands on your hips. You've spent the last twenty minutes trying to organize the tiny bathroom counter to fit most of your cosmetics and other items for the next few weeks you'd be staying here.

"I heard Maxie talking about it." Penelope looks up with big eyes, emphasizing her sad tone, "You aren't gonna live with us anymore?"

Sighing softly, you make your way across the room, sitting down next to a pouting Penelope on the bed, snatching her bottom lip between your fingers and lightly pulling it to make her giggle and roll away as you call, "keep your mouth like that and your face will freeze there forever!"

"It's gonna stay like this because I'm mad!" She groans, forcing back her smile and giggles, and sitting up and crossing her arms. Now overkill pouting to get her point across, "You aren't gonna live with me!"

"P, I don't fit in your place anymore." You sigh softly, laying across the bed and holding out an arm so the child can crawl over to lay against your side, "we gotta make room for the baby."

"We have to change everything for the baby!" Comes the sharp reply you were expecting. Max had warned you Penelope seemed a little snippy recently. While excited to have a little brother or sister, it was obvious Penelope was also feeling left out.

"Penelope," You soothe, rolling onto your side to prop your head up on a hand, "babies are a big change and unlike you and me, they can't take care of themselves. That's why your Momma and Max have to do all these classes, and appointments and everything. They've gotta make sure they're ready for the little thing."

"But the baby isn't even here yet and it's ruining everything!" Penelope laments, curling into your side, "Momma doesn't play anymore, Max is always busy moving stuff around, we haven't even had a movie night recently because Momma's been so tired!"

"I'm sorry, baby." You sigh. Totally unknowingly feeding right into Penelope's carefully laid trap, "you're allowed to be upset, but you have to also understand this is what has to happen."

"Will it go back to normal when the baby gets here?" Penelope looks up and you give her a little shrug, running a hand through her hair,

"Not for a while, baby."

"Can we go back to normal? Even if you don't live with us anymore?" Penelope sits up now, dragging you to join her and you smile, lifting her up to sit right on your lap as you fix up her unruly hair--another sign of Kelly's growing baby bump, the lack of Penelope hair-dos.

"We'll always be the same, and I'm looking at staying nearby. It'll be an adjustment but it won't be awful." You smile, tucking her hair up into a braid, securing it with a little bow at the end, "Wanna go get something to eat? Max gave me back the babysitting allowance card..."

Hook. Line. Sinker.

"Please!" Penelope gasps, standing up off your lap and jumping off the bed to grab her bag. A little stuffed cat Jelly Cat bag you think hearing Lando had snagged on a trip recently for the little girl. It's cute, and Penelope smiles when she sees you eyeing it.

"Lando got me this!" She proudly exclaims, holding it up as you slip on your shoes.

"Yeah?" You ask, walking to the door as Penelope bounces behind you, grinning wide enough her cheeks puff up, "you two seem to get along."

"He's really cool! You guys could be friends," Penelope laments, dragging you out of the hotel room once you have your shoes, jacket, and purse securely fastened for her little rollercoaster of a personality, "He thinks you're pretty."

Which, isn't exactly true, but it makes your face warm enough for Penelope as you step into the chilly air.

"Well, thats very kind of him," is your reply as you turn towards the coastline, hosting Penelope up into your arms so you don't have to worry about the curious five year old scurrying off.

You end up at one of Penelope's favorites, Costadoro Social. The place is downright adorable, and you manage to snag a window table. While you order, Penelope gets out only the best pages from her sticker book for the both of you to put together. Once you're both settled in, sandwiches and drinks (yours a coffee and hers a hot chocolate), the crowd mills out of the building. Leaving you and a somewhat familiar couple off in a corner, a third chair at their table yanked out like it's expecting someone to swing by.

As you two start on some winter scene in this very exact ticker book, Penelope rattles off countless stories to you about the weekend in Abu Dhabi. When she gasps, asking to show you the stickers she gave to Lando, you notice the curly headed man at the other table peeks over before turning to his girlfriend to ask something.

She shrugs, and the bell dings on the entry door. The woman behind the counter cheerily greeting the newcomer as you look down to where Penelope proudly shows you a picture Kelly had taken with her and Lando, showing off his stickers.

"They made him go fast and win," Penelope happily says, settling back in her seat. You nod, of course it was the stickers. Not because Lando was a professional, but Penelope looks smug like she'd been the reason for the McLaren WCC, so you let it slide. It's cute.

A Laufey cover of 'I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm' begins to play as you pull out your phone to show Penelope your mothers cats back home, as well as some other photos of the short trip back home.

The man at the table stands, walking over, and the motion catches Penelope's watchful eye as the two men give a short hug to one another--wishing happy holidays. You set your phone down, looking over as you sip your drink, and the dimpled smile of one of the men catches your eye.

He's cute.

He turns, as if feeling your gaze, and before you can jerk back he grins widely, "Hey Pen!"

"Lando!" Penelope squeaks, wiggling out of her chair and bounding over to give him a hug. The two share quick pleasantries and an introduction to Lando's friends--Max and Pietra, before Penelope gasps and runs over to you, "Lando, it's Yn!"

You stand at the mention of your name, hustling over with a sheepish smile as Penelope grabs your hand and drags you over like she'll die if she doesn't get the chance to.

"Hi," you squeak, shaking his awaiting hand, "It's nice to meet you, Penelope talks about you a lot."

His cheeks are rosy as you shake his hand, and a tiny grin pokes at Lando's lips as he nods, "she talks about you a lot, too."

"I told you she was pretty!" Penelope chimes, making Max nearly snort out his coffee while Pietra laughs softly. You and Lando are a bit closer to mortified at Penelope's insistence, and you manage to get her to say goodbye so the group can enjoy their lunch together since she does have dance rehearsal soon.

About two hours or so later, you get back to Max and Kelly's post rehearsal. And while Penelope curls up all about tuckered out from running amuck down the shopping districts, learning new ballet moves, and endlessly mentioning Lando like a lovesick teenager, you pull up your phone and scroll through your feed as Penelope fights off a nap.

It's due time for an Instagram post anyways.

liked by maxverstappen, kellypiquet, landonorris, and others...

yourusername: back home for the holidays <3

kellypiquet: the absolute best!

user: YESS YN AND PENELOPE CONTENT WILL RETURN

user2: omg that DRESS i need

⤷ yourusername: its an innika choo dress but im not sure if they're even open anymore :( kelly got it for me for my birthday last yr!!

⤷ user2: OMG THANK U ill keep an eye out!!!

maxverstappen: so thats why theres beads all over the carpet?

⤷ yourusername: i wasnt the cat who decided to try and eat them (jimmy)

⤷ maxverstappen: unsurprising

lilymhe: omg !!! we need to meet up! alex and i have been dying to update you on The Lore

⤷ yourusername: please!! ive been dying to see you guys again :(!!

user3: SO CUTE!!

user4: i would die to be living ur life yn

landonorris: penelope seems to keep you busy

⤷ yourusername: you saw her shenanigans today, it only gets worse

⤷ alexalbon: lando what r u doing

⤷ landonorris: ???????

⤷ maxverstappen: 👁️

⤷ landonorris: ???!!!!

You're halfway through helping Penelope with wrapping a christmas present for her dance teacher when Max knocks on the doorway. You turn around, standing when he beckons you over.

"How's Kelly?" You ask softly, knowing she's trying to sleep off a bout of morning sickness. Max shrugs, sipping his Red Bull.

"A bit ill, but she seems to be getting better. Penelope's fine?"

You nod, looking back as Penelope crosses her arms and scowls at all the options for the bow she could put on the bag.

"Lando's cleaned his apartment, finally," Max watches Penelope with a soft look, before turning to you and leaning on the wall with a tired yawn. He's still adjusting from the season, and the early sun dipping behind the buildings wasn't helping his sleep cycle.

"You should go over, take a little tour." Max hums, "You deserve a break from watching P all day."

"It's quite literally what you pay me to do, Max." You laugh softly, but with a few more pushes of insistence you finally agree. He shoots Lando a text to let him know you're on your way down as you grab a pair of Uggs you wear indoors, and your keys so you don't get locked out.

The elevator ride down is short, and you walk into the warm hallway to see Lando down the hall peeking out. He smiles at your approach and holds open the door for you.

"Nice to see you again," He chimes as you enter. It's been about a week since you've seen him, now teetering close to Christmas, and you smile at him.

"Nice to see you too, Lando." You hum, and he brings you to the spare room. It's spacious, with a big window that looks over the entire Monaco bay. You're drawn to it like a moth to a flame, it's perfect. Everything you could've dreamed of and more. Lando makes sure to show you the ensuite bathroom and large closet.

Everything feels too good to be true, so you quickly ask, "How much would you want me to pay you in rent?"

"Rent?" Lando pauses in the kitchen where he'd offered to get you a soda from his sparse fridge. He shakes his head, leaning on the counter and taking a sip of his water bottle, "Max told me your budgets quite small. I figured I could pay rent and you could pay like... utility?"

"That's gotta be like a quarter of what you pay for this place, Lando. I have a good amount saved up!" You protest and he shakes his head, a tiny smile on his lips.

"Listen, you're honestly doing me a favor. You probably know how to make a house a proper functioning home. I barely know how to not burn leftovers when I reheat them." He chides himself and you break into a tiny laugh, missing the way his face gets rosy at your giggles, "I need a bit of help making this place look... homey. And Max told me you'd be good at that."

"So I'm helping you learn to adult to pay my rent?" You ask and your bluntness makes Lando flush as he rubs the back of his neck and looks down with a shrug.

"If that's okay..?"

"I mean... I'd like to pay, but if you wanna do it this way, fine... But if I end up staying here for a long time, you have to let me help with rent." You hold a hand out like this will seal the deal and Lando grins, his embarrassment forgotten as he darts over to happily shake your hand. You try to ignore how warm his hands are against your cold ones.

"Welcome home, then--oh! I have a spare key for you!" He tries to flash you a charming smile, but the excited expression taking over just makes his face go through far too many expressions in a row. You can't help but laugh, looking around the bare but clearly well loved apartment.

It could use some work, sure, but thats your job now... you suppose.

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bbyleiah · 1 year ago

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'Miss Me?'- Geto Suguru

| The reader encounters mafia boss Geto who takes her into his home after an altercation. Despite Geto being a busy man, The two slowly fall in love as Geto develops a soft spot for her. |

Cw: Mafia Boss!Geto, black reader, heavy ddlg themes, a brief murder scene, pet names (princess, bun, bubs, sweetheart), praise, degradation, dirty talk, dry humping, scratching, hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), missionary position, size difference, lots of fluids, !omorashi! (reader pees on Geto accidentally during sex 🫣), spitting (he spits in her mouth), begging, crying, pussy drunk Geto, Geto whining and whimpering a few times, reader calls him daddy a lot, Geto is filthy, etc.

word count : shorter than my usual fics 😭

sn : I wrote this fic for fun bc I was inspired and decided to post 🥹 there’s lots of cute moments and plot in this fic despite the wild smut 😭 read at ur own discretion 🤲🏾

Days became weeks as you waited for your boyfriend to come back home. You knew he was a busy man though and you always tried to be a good girl and be patient but you were growing restless. You were so attached to him and him being gone was starting to get to you. It also didn’t help that he lived a dangerous lifestyle so whenever you hadn’t heard from him in awhile you always assumed the worst.

Geto Suguru; your daddy, was the top mafia boss in central Japan. He was feared by all and everyone knew his name. Those who knew of him also knew of you and they knew to tread lightly around you unless they had a death wish. Geto was a very scary man, killing people without a second thought. He terrified you when the two of you first encountered but you somehow ended up being his biggest soft spot. His sweet girl that he’d die for in a heartbeat.

It all started when he stormed into your workplace a few years back. You were working at a small restaurant at that time, a mere server. You were just like any other employee, working for money to get by. The restaurant you worked at was a little off putting and it appeared that your manager was suspicious but you never thought much of it until Geto and his men barged in and got into a shootout with your boss.

“Fucking prick. You thought you could take money from me?. Now I’m going to take your pathetic life.” Geto said before he shot your manager right in the head. You screamed as the blood splattered on you from where you hid under one of the tables with a co-worker of yours. In that moment you thought you were gonna die too. All because you decided to work at some shitty restaurant.

“Yo boss, what should we do with the mutts?” A blonde haired guy asked as he grabbed you roughly. His hand gripped your face in a bruising grip as he held you up off the floor like you weighed nothing. You cried in pain and fear as you clawed at his hands for him to release you. Your co-worker was being held by her hair by an intimidating woman with brown hair.

The guy referred to as ‘boss’ observed you with a tilt of his head. You shivered under his deadly gaze, fear taking over you completely. He had the kind of aura that instantly made you want to submit to him in fear of what he’d do to you if he didn’t. He was dressed in a black button up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and some black slacks. His raven colored hair was tied up in a bun with a few strands left out.

“Speak.” was all the man said to you and you were dumbfounded. Your doe eyes stared at him as you processed what he was asking of you. He was giving you a chance to plead your case. “I-I..please don’t kill me! I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ll forget about all of this! Just please let me go..” you begged as you cried. Geto rubbed the butt of his gun against his chin as he contemplated your pleas.

He then told your co-worker to speak as well but you guess they had the wrong response because he told the woman to kill her before your co-worker could even finish speaking. You flinched at the loud gunshot and sobbed as you closed your eyes. “Clean her up and let her go.” The man stated, pointing at you before walking away. The blonde groaned in annoyance and dropped you.

“Why do I always have to babysit?” He muttered as he led you out of the restaurant. He brought you to a secluded very expensive beautiful home that you later found out the ‘boss’ man owned. The maid servants there got you cleaned up and even fed you which you were grateful for. “Alright mutt, where do you live so I can get rid of you now?” The blonde questioned you once you were settled.

You stayed silent, just staring at him. You decided not to speak because you were afraid but also because you truly had no place to go to. The place you slept at was the little apartment that resided above the restaurant and was given to you by your manager. Now that the restaurant building had been torn apart though, you were essentially homeless. “Silent treatment, huh?” He chuckled. “Well you can be quiet all you want but boss won’t spare you again if you don’t comply.” He warned you.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you debated your response, “I have nowhere to go..” you told him honestly. He sighed hearing that, running a hand down his face in irritation. “You should’ve just died then instead of begging to live.” He tsked while shaking his head. Those words hit you hard, bringing tears to your eyes. “Boss will figure out what to do with you.” He said and left you be.

Gojo talked with Geto about you and your circumstance and it was oddly decided that you’d stay in Geto’s house until you found your own place. This arrangement only worked because Geto was never home. It took you awhile to realize that. In the beginnings of living with him, you avoided the scary man like he was the plague. But when you began to notice his frequent disappearances or his late arrivals in the middle of the night it piqued your curiosity.

You found out through the maids what his name was. “The boss is the most dangerous man in Japan. You’re lucky he let you survive sweetie because he doesn’t do that unless he sees something in a person.” Your favorite maid; Maya, told you as you ate breakfast. “What’s his name? I’ve never had a conversation with him to ask..” you asked once you realized you truly had never conversed with the man. “Geto Suguru. Mr.Suguru. Don’t refer to him by his name though or you might end up dead.” She informed you.

You nodded in understanding as you memorized his name but not too much so you wouldn’t say it even on accident. The first real interaction you had with Geto was when he came home one night to find you fast asleep on his couch. You woke up to him standing over you and you screamed as you sat up. He was completely unphased and not startled at all by your scream which was even more unsettling. “They just left you here? No one took you to your bedroom?” He asked you.

You shook your head, “no..i chose to sleep here so it’s not their responsibility..” you replied softly. “Why did you choose to sleep here though? Aren’t you uncomfy?” He continued. You didn’t understand why he was so concerned with you sleeping on the couch. “I’m not uncomfy, I fell asleep because I got really cozy earlier. Do you want me to not sleep here? I’m sorry if I wasn’t allowed to.” You began to ramble as you stood up, tripping over your feet a little.

“No no, you can do whatever you want.” He told you, and even he seemed a little surprised by his words. “Oh!..okay.” You were surprised at him being so lenient and nice since you’d only heard the bad things about him but you appreciated his kindness. “Have you eaten?” He asked. You nodded, “mhm! Maya made my favorite pancakes earlier, the ones with strawberries and whipped cream on top!” You told him excitedly as you smiled at the memory.

Despite Geto thinking you looked adorable as fuck at the moment, he frowned. “Pancakes for dinner?. That’s not good. You shouldn’t eat sweets so late. I’ll tell Maya to not make them any time after 3pm.” He said and your eyes widened. “B-But they’re my favorite!” You pouted. “and I said no sweets for dinner. Understood?.” The tone he used now sent a shiver down your spine. “Yes sir..” you complied, knowing that he meant what he said.

“Good girl.” The words slipped out before he could even think. You blushed hearing them, not used to such praise. He cleared his throat, “Its late. Go sleep some more, in your bed this time.” He told you. You had no complaints since you were still sleepy. “Okay, goodnight sugu- I mean! sir!” You quickly corrected yourself before you rushed off to your bedroom. Geto heard you about to say his name and oddly enough he didn’t mind it. He found your little panic cute though.

That was the last time you and Geto had spoken for awhile since he had gotten busy again after that interaction. Little did you know though, Geto constantly kept tabs on you. He was always asking gojo and his house staff about you and how you were doing. He didn’t appear to care much on the outside but he did have a little concern over you. The next time the two of you spoke was a lot less casual.

You had gotten hurt because you fell off a chair while trying to stand on it to reach something. Surprisingly to everyone; Geto rushed home to check on you after hearing the news of your sprained ankle. “Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?” He asked you as he sat down with you and grabbed your leg to inspect your ankle. You nodded, still sniffling and teary eyed from the fall. “It hurts a lot.” You hiccuped.

Geto frowned, “You need to be more careful. Don’t ever climb something like that again. Understood?” He told you. “Y-Yes sir” you sniffled with a pout. “Boss she’s just being dramatic, it’s just sore. She’ll walk it off in a few days.” Gojo dismissed the whole thing. You were getting tired of him and his harsh comments. You glared at him which didn’t phase him at all because your glare looked more like puppy dog eyes. You then took it upon yourself to throw a pillow at his face which caught him off guard.

“Meanie” you huffed as you crossed your arms. Everyone in the staff witnessed this and couldn’t help but laugh, stifling their laughter behind their hands. Even Geto was holding back a laugh as he bit down on his lip. Geto rarely ever smiled or laughed so that left Gojo flabbergasted seeing his boss so amused. “This is some bullshit. I’m tired of this little girl boss.” Gojo expressed, irritated. “I’m tired of you too! ugly face! You should cover all of it, not just your eyes!” You spat back.

“You’re childish and a waste of time. Pesky little girl.” Gojo insulted you back. “and you’re a big meanie! Mean people are ugly! You should be fired” You huffed. Geto chuckled at the two of you, “You think I should fire him, sweet girl?” Geto hummed with amusement as he gently caressed your ankle. You nodded, “mhm! he isn’t good at his job.” You stated. Gojo was dumbfounded that his boss was even entertaining you. “Hm, well since you say so I might just consider it.” Geto chuckled.

Gojo’s eyes widened, “Boss..” he trailed off. “Go somewhere and make yourself useful. Now.” Geto told Gojo as he looked at him with a deadly stare. “Yes sir!” He quickly complied before rushing off. Geto wasn’t actually going to fire Gojo, he could never get rid of his best man. But, he knew Gojo was being unkind to you and he wasn’t going to let that slide. “Come on, let’s get you in bed. No more walking for you, okay?. If I find out you got up on this foot, you’re gonna be in big trouble. Understood?” Geto said to you as he picked you up.

You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly picked you up. “Yes s-“ you started but he cut you off. “Don’t call me sir. You’re not one of my staff so you don’t have to call me that.” He said as he carried you upstairs. “Oh..what should I call you then..?” You asked shyly as your fingers played with the collar of Geto’s shirt. “You can call me by my name if you’d like.” He hummed. “I heard it was bad to say your name though..” you uttered.

“Yeah? Well I’m the boss and I said you can. Everyone in this house obeys me and me only. So what I say stands.” He said as he looked into your eyes. “O-Okay..Suguru~” You mumbled shyly. He grinned, “Good girl.” He praised as he gave your thighs a light squeeze. You blushed deeply, completely flustered as you hid your face in his neck. From then on, you and Geto developed a close relationship.

Everyone couldn’t believe that Geto allowed you to freely say his name. They also were stunned at seeing their cruel boss being sweet to someone for once. The moment the relationship between the two of you turned into something more intimate was when you caught a cold and got sick. Geto was away when he heard the news and he ordered that you’d stay in his bedroom and sleep there until he got back.

The staff took great care of you as they awaited Geto’s arrival. “Sweetheart~” Geto called out softly once he finally got back home after a long day. You were curled up in the center of his bed looking so adorable and also really sick. “Geto..” you whined as your eyes slowly opened to see him approaching you. “Awh, baby got sick. Do you feel a little better now? I told my staff to give you the best care.” He cooed as he placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

You nodded slowly, “mhm, I feel a little better. The staff are really nice to me, even gojo was nice this time.” You told him with a small smile. He chuckled, “That’s good to hear, bun.” He hummed as he admired you fondly. “Missed you..” you muttered out as your small hand moved to hold his. Geto felt his heart swell hearing that. “You did?. I missed you too sweet girl. More than you know.” He said honestly as he caressed your hand with his thumb.

“Come on, let’s give you a bath so we can get rid of those germs.” He said as he picked you up and began carrying you to his bathroom. You snuggled into his hold, curious eyes looking around since this was your first time in Geto’s bedroom. It was told to you that no one was ever allowed in Geto’s room so you felt special at the moment. Reality hit you once Geto had the bath all set and he began to look at you expectedly. “I-I..urm..” you stuttered out shyly as you grew flustered.

“Want me to cover my eyes?” He asked you. “Yes please!” You didn’t hesitate to say. Geto was amused at how adorably shy you were but he understood your wishes so he covered his eyes. You then took your clothes off before slipping into the warm bubble bath. You let out a sigh of contentment as you relaxed fully. “You can uncover them now.” You told him. Geto hadn’t had anyone tell him what to do in awhile and the fact that it was a cute thing like you of all people made him feel soft, but in the best way possible.

Geto was deeply unprepared for the sight of you naked in his bathtub. He couldn’t see much due to all the bubbles covering you up, but it sure did have his imagination running rampant. Geto stood there just staring at you for longer than he intended to until you snapped him out of his filthy thoughts. “Geto?” You called out. “Sorry bubs. Got lost in thought.” He cleared his throat. Geto then rolled up his sleeves and began washing you up. You melted into his soothing touch as he gently cleaned you up with care.

Geto tried to keep his thoughts as pure as possible as his hands felt all of your curves and dips. He let you dry yourself off once the bath finished and told you to go wear something from his closet while he drained the tub. You were in awe as you looked around his big fancy walk in closet. Everything in it was so ‘manly’ and you loved it. You settled for one of his white button up shirts and climbed back into his bed once you were dressed.

You put a show on Geto’s tv as you waited for him to get out of the shower. He had his hair down when he came out dressed in a t-shirt and some sweatpants. You gawked at the sight of him and his pretty hair, “Your hair is really pretty.” You complimented him honestly. “Aw, thanks bun.” He chuckled as he tied his hair up in a half up half down style. “Why don’t you wear it down more often?” You asked him as you watched him climb into bed beside you. “Too much of a hassle. It gets in the way, you know?” He explained.

You nodded in understanding. “Well I think I like it most when your hair is down” you declared with a smile. “Is that so?” He chuckled. “I should wear down more often then, just for you.” He mused and you giggled. “I’d like that~” you grinned. The two of you got comfy in bed and talked until you fell asleep. You somehow ended up falling asleep on top of Geto, not that he minded at all. He wrapped his strong arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Geto constantly felt the urge to kiss those pretty plump lips of yours but he fought against it. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You felt so warm and safe in Geto’s hold, it was the best sleep you’d had in awhile. You woke up the next morning to some rustling around. “Sugu?” You called out sleepily as you rubbed your eyes. “Go back to sleep bubs, it’s early and you need to rest.” He told you softly. “But where are you going?” You asked as your eyes finally cleared up to see him getting dressed.

You let out a soft gasp seeing that he was shirtless. He had on dress pants that were unbuttoned still, allowing you to see his briefs and a glimpse of his dick imprint. His hair was also down, falling over his shoulders as he got ready. You peeked shamelessly at him from above the blankets. You quickly hid your eager eyes once he directed his attention on you though. “Why are you hiding bun? You can stare at me if you want.” Geto chuckled as he walked over to the bed.

Geto then climbed over top of you, hovering over you as he pulled the blankets away from your eyes. “You feeling better?” He asked you. “mhm, are you leaving again?” You asked him. “Got some business I need to handle sweetheart.” He told you as he cupped the side of your face. You pouted, “You’re always leaving. Do you really have to go?” Your precious doe eyes almost made him fold. “I do really have to go but I’ll be back soon, I promise” he hummed.

“You’re gonna be good for me until I get back, right?” He said as his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, his eyes seemingly fixed on your mouth. You were flustered, “Y-Yes..I’ll be good.” You reassured. “Good girl, always so sweet for me.” He cooed. “Geto..” you whined. “What did I say to call me when we’re alone?” He questioned you. You knew your ears had to be red by now. “D-Daddy~” you muttered shyly, completely embarrassed.

It was a few weeks ago when Geto told you to address him as ‘daddy’ but he never gave you an explicit reason why. “Good girl” he said before he kissed you, making your eyes widen. The last thing you expected was for him to kiss you. You whined and tried to push him away, “Daddy no, ‘m sick.” You reminded him. “It’s okay bubs, daddy is strong. I won’t get sick.” He hummed and continued to kiss you. He kept alternating between full on eating your face and then pecking your lips repeatedly.

It seemed he really enjoyed kissing you. You enjoyed it just as much, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. You let out cute little whines and mewls into the kisses that drove Geto crazy. “Fuck..you’re gonna make daddy late princess.” Geto sighed as his trailed kisses down your neck. “Daddy should stay home with me” You tried to persuade him as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I want to baby..trust me I do. But daddy’s work is very serious and I’m the boss so I have to be there.” He explained.

His actions were betraying his words though because he moved to get underneath the covers with you, gripping your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs. “b-but ah—“ your words got cut off due to a moan you let out once you felt Geto start to grind his hard cock against your cunt. “no buts. Daddy has to work in order to keep his princess safe.” He grunted as he rutted against you. He could feel how your cunt progressively got wetter, creating a wet spot on his briefs.

“shit..I wanna fuck your cute little cunt so bad, sweet girl.” He panted into your neck. You whined, back arching slightly as your hips pushed back against his. You attempted to match his pace but you were failing miserably. “n-nasty daddy.” You whimpered. The moment got terribly interrupted by an obnoxious knock at Geto’s bedroom door. “Yo boss! Hurry up, we don’t have time to waste! I know you didn’t oversleep.” Gojo yelled from outside the door. Geto groaned in annoyance.

“I’m coming! shithead..” Geto yelled back. “sorry bun, daddy’s gotta go now.” He sighed and kissed your pouty lips. “When are you gonna be back?” You asked him as you watched him get up and finish getting dressed. “Don’t know baby..but I’ll try to come back as soon as possible.” He said as he tied his hair up in its signature bun and tucked in his shirt. Geto didn’t bother changing his pants and briefs despite your slick that was still seeped into them.

“Bye sweetie.” He said as he kissed you one last time. “Bye bye daddy~” you waved as you watched him leave. From that moment on you became Geto’s girl and he made sure everyone knew it too. The staff was unsurprised though because they noticed their boss grow a soft spot for you. Geto having to ‘take care of business’ is what had you sulking now in present time. He’d been gone for almost a month now. It’s the longest he’d been away in years.

You were lounging on the couch when you heard the door open and you rushed to see if it was Geto, only to see Gojo. “Well don’t look so disappointed. Aren’t I your second favorite person?” He teased as he laughed. “Shut up. You could’ve stayed gone forever.” You huffed. “Aw, hurts to hear you be so mean cutie. I taught you that?” He chuckled as he patted your head. You slapped his hand away since he was touching your fresh box braids.

“How come you’re here and he isn’t? Aren’t you two attached by the hip?” You pouted. Gojo shrugged, “Boss said he had some other stuff to take care of, he should be here by tonight though.” He said. “Really?” You perked up excitedly. “Yes really.” He chuckled. “You’ve been crying over him haven’t you?” He teased. “No I didn’t..” you attempted to lie but it was obvious. “Crybaby. Geto isn’t even that great.” He laughed. “Yes he is!” You defended as you stomped your small foot.

Gojo cooed, “Everyday I realize more and more why boss likes you so much, you’re just so darn cute.” He smiled honestly as he pinched your cheeks. You squirmed and giggled, you were flattered since it was rare that Gojo complimented you. “Sugu is gonna kill you for touching me.” You teased. “Shh, don’t tell him.” Gojo entertained your antics, though he knew those words somewhat rung true. Geto was serious about no one touching his princess.

“Wanna know a secret?” He whispered suddenly and you eagerly nodded. You leaned in close, gojo leaning down to your height to tell you the discreet information. “Geto has been missing you a lot, I’ve never seen him so mushy and sappy before. He brought you up allll the time. He said he was gonna die if he didn’t come back home to you soon.” Gojo whispered. Your eyes widened at the information, it made you happy to know that Geto missed you just as much as you missed him.

“Sugu can’t die though, I’ll be really sad.” You pouted. “Don’t worry, boss is literally immortal somehow.” He laughed honestly. “Oh! and he’s also been kinda a perv. he’d definitely kill me for telling you this..but he was super stressed you know? and then he kept going on about wanting to fuck you and feel your cunt squeezing him..it was hard to listen to.” He told you, seemingly cringing as he remembered his boss’s rambling. You blushed hearing the additional secret, getting shy as you hid your face in your hands.

“Sugu likes to say icky stuff sometimes..” you muttered, flustered. “Oh please don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” He cackled as he teased you. You whined and pushed him away, “I do not!” you huffed in embarrassment. “Mhm whatever you say princess.” He chuckled. “Now go make yourself busy, I have important things to do as well.” He hummed. “I didn’t want to stay and talk to you anyways.” You giggled as you skipped away. “Ouch, that one hurt.” He said as he dramatically placed his hand over his heart.

Since you knew your daddy was actually coming home tonight, you wanted to make yourself look pretty for him. You started off with doing your makeup. You decided to keep it simple so you did a simple eye look with cute pink hearts for decoration. You contemplated what to wear for awhile until you settled on a white silk dress with a bow in the back. You paired the dress with lacy thigh high socks. You were happy with your look as you twirled while looking at yourself in the mirror.

You sprayed on your favorite perfume and then kept yourself busy as you waited for Geto to get home. You did your usual hobbies of reading, drawing, and watching tv but you couldn’t help the way your eyes constantly checked the clock. Your energy depleted the later the day got and by the time it was 10pm you were getting teary eyed. You got lost in how sad you were, fully prepared to sob that you didn’t hear the door opening behind you. “Miss me?”

You suddenly heard Geto’s voice and you immediately perked up and looked to see him standing there with flowers and a box of chocolates in his hand. “Sugu!” You cried as you ran and jumped into his arms. “oof, I don’t remember you being this heavy baby” he teased as he held you and kissed your forehead. “Why are you crying bun?” He asked you softly as he carried you back to the couch. “I missed you, thought you weren’t comin’ home today.” You sniffled.

“Awh, princess I couldn’t wait to come back home to see you. I just got a little busy.” He hummed as he sat down on the couch with you on his lap. “I got you some treats though” he smiled as he handed you the chocolates. You excitedly opened them up and began eating them immediately. He chuckled, “you and that damn sweet tooth. It’s too late to be eating sweets but since you’ve been good you deserve it.” He cooed as he wiped the tears from your soft cheeks.

“You look pretty bubs” he complimented once he got a really good look at your whole ensemble. “wanted to look pretty f’r daddy.” You muffled around a piece of chocolate. “You always look pretty, my pretty girl. So beautiful and all mine” he flattered you and you giggled. “thank you daddy” you said softly with a grin. A comfortable silence took over as Geto just admired you, content and happy to just be in your presence again. His hands caressing your thighs in a soothing motion.

You just sat there happy as ever, eating your chocolates without a single thought in your head. “I missed you so so much baby..” Geto suddenly sighed as he buried his face in your neck. “mm, you smell good sweetheart” he breathed you in. You giggled, “that tickles” you told him as you squirmed a little. He breathed out a small laugh, “sorry baby. Daddy just needs to feel you against him right now.” He muttered into your skin as he closed his eyes.

Your hands moved to play in Geto’s hair, running your fingers through it and scratching at his nape. He let out a faint moan in content at the feeling. You were happy to be pleasing him so much, feeling him completely relaxed against you. You took his hair tie out so his hair could be fully down just the way you liked it. “feels so good baby..” he mumbled into your neck. You giggled, “I like making daddy feel good” you said honestly with pride.

You felt geto squeeze lightly at your hips after you said that. You began to tug at his hair as you played with it and you felt him tense up a bit. “do you like it more when I pull it or when I scratch?” you asked him, completely innocent. You were truly just genuinely curious but you were oblivious to how you were affecting Geto. “both feels great baby..” he sighed. “Okay~” you giggled. You then continued to do both happily until you felt Geto’s dick poking against your thigh.

“daddy…you’re hard..” you muttered out as you froze. “mm, daddy’s cock missed you and your sweet cunt bubs.” He said as he pulled you even closer so that you sat directly on top of his throbbing cock. You whined and squirmed. “you gonna be a good princess for daddy and let him stuff your cute hole?” He hummed as he looked at you. “because daddy needs it..needs it really bad. You wanna make me feel good, don’t you bun?” He continued as he began to kiss up your neck.

You nodded, “m-mhm, I wanna make you feel good” you breathed out softly. “Good girl” He praised before he suddenly flipped you over onto your back on the couch. You gasped and didn’t have much time to process before Geto was ripping your panties off. “so pretty” he groaned as he spread your lips with his fingers to get a good look at your cunt. He then spit on your cunt and dragged his fingers through your slit. You whined, “f-filthy daddy” you stuttered out as you tried to close your legs.

Geto was quick to slap your thigh, causing you to let out a sob. “Don’t fucking close them or else you’re gonna get punished. Understood?” He threatened. This Geto reminded you a lot of his terrifying demeanor when you first met him and it had you spooked. But this time it had you scared in a good way. “Y-Yes daddy” you responded obediently, just like Geto liked. “Good, because daddy has zero patience right now and you’re gonna take whatever is given to you like a good slut.” He said as he lowered his face down in between your legs.

Geto rubbed circles into your clit, mixing his saliva in with your slick as he watched you squirm and kick your legs. You were always so sensitive and Geto loved it. He groaned at the taste of you as he ran his tongue along your pussy, your juices coating his tongue and driving him crazy. After that he was eating you out like a man starved. He gripped your thighs so tight to the point it hurt as his tongue lapped at your cunt repeatedly.

Usually Geto was more precise and took his time when he ate you out but he was too greedy for you to do that this time. Drool pooling from the corners of his mouth and onto your wet cunt as he ate you out sloppily. “s’ too much! d-daddy!” you squealed as you cried out and tugged at his hair. Your incessant tugging at his hair only fueled him on more as he sucked harshly at your clit. “taste so fucking good baby, ugh daddy could eat you up all day.” He moaned as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

“love this sweet pussy so much” he muttered against your cunt as he kissed it with his drool and cum slicked lips. Geto slid his two fingers into you, spreading them and curling them inside you until you sobbed and scratched at his shoulders. “there you go, falling apart so prettily for me sweetheart” he cooed as he thrusted his fingers into you while his thumb played with your clit. “s-sugu! I-I’m gonna-“ you wailed before you squirted all over Geto’s hand and his face, soaking the couch underneath you.

Geto moaned at the sight, “making such a fucking mess, sensitive bitch always coming so damn quick” he degraded and you whimpered. His fingers never ceased their movements, continuously fucking into you as gushed nonstop around his thick fingers. “Tell daddy that you’re sorry for making a mess.” He demanded as he slapped your pussy three times. The wet smacks sounding throughout the living room as you cried and your back arched.

“I-I’m sorry daddy” you sniffled. “For?” He prodded with a sadistic grin. “F-For making a big mess..” you continued as you looked at him with your big teary eyes. “Good girl” he praised as he slurped up your juices filthily. He didn’t want to waste a drop as he lapped up your mess while his fingers continued thrusting into your fluttering hole. “so fucking wet for me” he sighed in satisfaction as he listened to the squelching of your cunt. “Daddy’s cock is gonna slide right in, hm?” He said and you instantly shook your head.

“s’ too big” you moaned out honestly. Geto chuckled, “you can take it though. Your daddy’s big girl, right? made just for my cock.” He encouraged as he suckled at your clit before biting down on it. You cried out at the feeling, your hands attempting to push Geto’s head away. “hurts’ daddy” you whined. “stop that shit.” He tutted as he pushed your hands away. “you’re acting like a spoiled whiny bitch. take what’s given to you like a good whore or you won’t get to cum again.” He stated as his dark eyes looked up at you with that stern expression.

You pouted, lip quivering as tears fell down your cheeks. You nodded in response to him and he tsked in disapproval, his fingers stilling as they pressed against your sweet spot that had your legs trembling. “use your words or I’ll stop right here.” He said as he looked at you expectantly. The next whine you let out sounded carnal, all high pitched and pathetic as you tried to move against his stilled fingers to feel any friction against that spot that craved it so desperately. “y-yes daddy! -ah please! please!” You sobbed.

“My good girl” he grinned, pleased with your begging as he began to move his fingers again. He gave you exactly what you wanted, his fingers abusing that sensitive spot that had your cunt spasming and dripping all over his hand. “Want you to cum again for daddy, you can do that right sweetie?” He requested as his fingers continued their assault on your fluttering pussy. You nodded, “m-mhm! baby can do that!” you moaned.

Your hips pressed back against Geto’s fingers, matching his pace as you desperately chased your second orgasm. “fuck..you’re filthy. So eager and willing to please. Just a cock hungry slut.” He groaned as he watched you fuck yourself on his fingers, your fluids seeping through the cracks of his fingers and running down his wrist. “O-Only for daddy” you whined as you felt that knot build up in your stomach again. Your back arching and your nails digging into the couch cushions for dear life.

Once that seam burst Geto was quick to drink you up, tongue laid out and ready to taste your juices. He never got tired of tasting you, moaning into your pussy as he slurped up your new mess. You just laid there whining and twitching, already spent and stimulated. Geto was far from done with you though. “Tapping out baby?” He chuckled as he saw your fucked out face, eyes already fluttered closed. You nodded slowly, “‘m too sensitive daddy” you whined softly.

“Awh, that’s cute. I just got you all ready for my cock though sweet girl.” He cooed as he unbuckled his belt. That sound sent shivers down your spine. You whimpered and tried weakly to crawl away only for Geto to grab your legs and pull you right back. “Aht aht, can’t have that baby. Daddy waited too long to feel your pretty pussy around his cock.” He hummed as he finished undressing. His cock was throbbing and red at the tip, precum dripping down the sides of it.

You whined at the sight of it, your pussy clenching in need despite how overly stimulated you already were. A gasp left your throat when Geto began to rub his swollen tip through your slit. Your eyes rolling back and Geto groaning into your ear. “Fucks sake..this pussy is gonna be the death of me..” he muttered as he panted against your dewy skin. He took off your dress so he could see you fully. You looked unreal underneath him, almost too beautiful for his eyes. “What did I ever do to deserve a beautiful woman like you..”

You blushed at his genuine words, “I love you daddy” you told him with a smile. “I love you too little bun” he smiled back and kissed you softly. That was the extent of softness you were gonna get for awhile because now that Geto had you all relaxed he started pushing his cock head into you, stretching out your tight cunt as you cried out and whimpered. Your nails dragged down Geto’s back leaving red trails as you felt his thick cock pushing into your poor sensitive cunt. Geto gritted his teeth, groaning carnally as he felt your sloppy soft walls mold around his dick.

Geto paused once he fully bottomed out, being kind enough to allow you to adjust. “Tell me when..” he grunted out. He was like a wild animal waiting to be set loose and you had full control over him at the moment. Watching the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he breathed but also seeming as if he was holding his breath, the way his hands gripped your thighs so painfully tight to leave prints of his hands, the way his hair fell in his face as he stared down at you with a gaze that seemed as if he wanted to eat you alive.

It only took a minute or so for you to adjust and you could see Geto getting antsy. Biting down on his lower lip and trying to stop himself from rutting and grinding into you, failing miserably at times. You let out a shaky breath and opened your mouth to tell him to start and as soon as you uttered the first syllable, he started to pound into you. He didn’t waste a single second, not even letting you say the full word. You turned into a moaning screaming mess as Geto pounded into you mercilessly.

“my fucking pussy, feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock princess.” He growled as he thrusted into you hard and fast, fucking you like it was the last time he’d ever get to. He started kissing and sucking on your tits as he fucked into you, leaving pretty red and purple marks as he panted and drooled against your brown skin. The head of his cock was beating your cervix up, hitting it hard each time he slammed into you. It hurt so bad in the best way possible. You were wailing, hiccuping and creaming around Geto’s dick.

“Little pussy’s just eating my dick up -shit ngh—feel me all deep in your guts princess? pressing up against your womb?” He gritted as he watched the way his cock slammed in and out of your abused pussy over and over again. The little sputters of fluids your cunt released, forming a creamy ring around his dick and dripping down to his balls that were clapping against the cusp of your cute ass. “fuckk such a pretty fucktoy all for me..ugh ngh uh” he moaned as his eyes rolled back slightly. He was getting lost in the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his cock.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up so much bun, have this cute tummy all full of my cum” he moaned as he pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen making you squeal and your legs shake. You tried to push his hand away feebly because something didn’t feel right. “w-wait! daddy!” You babbled out, sobbing as you shook your head. Geto didn’t listen to any of it, grabbing your hands and using his free hand to pin them over top of your head. “I told you to stop that shit” he growled as he continued to pound into you animalistically with his hand pressing harder against your abdomen.

“b-but Sugu!” You screamed but it was too late and you were crying and pissing all over Geto’s cock. “Oh fuck..” he trailed off, watching in shock as he felt the warm liquid pour out and soak the coach and his cock. You were completely embarrassed, face flushed as you sniffed and sobbed. “shh shh, it’s okay baby -ah shit..” he tried to comfort you, moaning still because despite the piss his hips never ceased their movements. He was still fucking into you as if nothing happened. In his mind all it did was make his dick slide into you easier.

“n-nasty daddy..daddy’s -mfph nasty..” you whimpered with a hiccup. “love this sweet cunt too much to stop…fuck you really pissed all over me..fucking filthy -uh mm filthy fucking little girl” he groaned into your mouth as he kissed you and continued fucking your wet sloppy cunt. It was so wet now that his dick slipped out, making him lose his momentum but he didn’t waste a second to slide right back in. “It slides in so easy now bun, you should piss on me every time” he joked, chuckling breathily against your lips.

He slid his tongue into your mouth, kissing you messily as the two of you fucked like rabbits. “Open..” he muttered and you instantly obeyed, opening your mouth wide for him to spit onto your waiting tongue. You moaned at the lewd gesture, Geto licking into your mouth afterwards. “Good fucking girl.” He praised as he raised your legs up higher until you were completely folded up. Now fucking into you at deeper angle that had you seeing stars. You were so far gone now, just babbling and making pathetic noises with your eyes rolled back.

Geto was just as gone as you were. His hair damp and sticking to his sweaty form, cock throbbing and spurting precum into you, moaning and groaning nonstop as he used your cunt like his personal flesh toy, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth, scratches and bite marks from you marking his skin. “That’s right, just lay there and fucking take it. Just like you’re supposed to. Made just for my cock. Who owns you?” He was rambling now, completely pussy drunk as he obliterated your cunt with his thick cock.

“‘m daddy’s girl..g-geto owns me..” you managed to stutter out, the words choked up in moans and sobs. “mhm, all fucking mine.” He huffed as his hand wrapped around your throat. “shittt daddy’s gonna cum baby —ngh mfph..” he moaned, his pace somehow quickening as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Gonna milk daddy’s cock? hm?” He panted and you nodded. “n-need it -ah uhn wan’ it daddy” you whined out as you tried to fuck back against Geto’s cock. You couldn’t match his pace at all but it drove Geto crazy to see you trying to fuck yourself on him.

“fucking hell..if you keep doing that I’m gonna bust baby..” he mumbled, his words ending off in almost a whimper as his eyes fixated on the sight of you desperately trying to fuck him back. He even slowed his pace down just to accommodate yours. The two of you perfectly in sync while fucking each other. The position and the pacing made it so the head of his cock perfectly grinded up against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you whined out Geto’s name. “d-deeper daddy~” you begged and geto gladly obliged, shoving his cock deeper into your greedy hole.

“mm s’ feels so g-good daddy..” you whined breathily. Geto was the fucked out one now, groaning and whimpering as he let you fuck yourself on him. Cunt clenching around him just right and making him lose his mind. “cum’n me -heh uhn please daddy..” you babbled as you rutted against Geto, twitching as your clit bumped against his abdomen. That was all it took for Geto to snap, moaning out as he came deep inside you. Rope after rope of his thick warm semen filling up your cunt that milked it all up.

“s-shit…” geto whined pathetically into your neck as he came nonstop, his cum seeping out the sides of where his cock plugged you up. Your body trembled at the feeling, cumming soon after and adding to the huge mess of fluids as you creamed on Geto’s dick. The both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your climaxes. Geto’s heavy body laid on top of you, practically crushing you but you didn’t mind it because he was so warm. You were trying your best not to fall unconscious, eyelids heavy and fighting to close.

“You okay baby bun?” Geto asked you after awhile of comfortable silence. “mhm..” was all you could muster out. Geto was satisfied with the reply though, climbing off of you and pulling his cock out with a small hiss. He was just as sensitive as you now. He whistled once he got a good look of the mess that was made on the couch, “well shit..I’ll just get the maids to clean it..” he muttered. Geto then got in between your legs and began to clean you up, eating the mixture of fluids out of your pussy.

He truly was filthy and you secretly loved it. You squirmed as he did it but you didn’t have any more energy to stop him. Once he was satisfied with it he stopped and then moved to kiss you, spitting the frothy fluids into your mouth as the two of you kissed sloppily. You swallowed it and Geto smiled. “Missed you so much bubs” he reminded once again before he began to affectionately peck all over your face.

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Stupid Cupid, Stop Picking on Me: Se-mi x Min-su

Hi! as you can see, i really like rare ships.

i used to think that i only like gay ships but with 366 and 505, it seems that i just like unconventional/untraditional ships.

so i give you Timid Anxious Guy x Confident Badass Girl

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Alternative Universe, Biker x Office Worker

Warning: mentions of employee mistreatment, dominant fem, submissive masc (not necessarily dom/sub), oral (f!receiving), hand jobs, semi-public, first time, cuntstruck behavior

This is stupid, so so stupid.

But she's so pretty and so nice and so out of his league, and still, here he was, at the back seat of his car, with a hot biker girl on his lap, and he starts to think that maybe his shitty boss is right on forcing him on a speed dating program.

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"PARK MIN-SU!"

A loud crash was heard inside the Team Leader's Office. Everybody on the floor looked towards booth 125, aka where the apparent Park Min-su was. "What did you do this time, Min-su-ah?" the guy beside him asked. The young man could barely hold himself together as his body shook. "I don't even know anymore," Min-su whispered before standing up and slowly walking toward their angry boss.

Min-su knocked on the door, his head hung low, not wanting to anger the man any further than he already did. However, he still had no idea what he had done wrong. It's always like this; one morning, every week, this has become a routine in the last 2 years that he's been working here. Sometimes, he wasn't even supposed to come in, and he still managed to get in trouble.

"Come here!" Min-su walks towards his desk, eyes still looking at the floor. "How long have you been working here, huh?!" the man shouts, eyes bulging out as if to stare into his soul. Min-su prayed to the gods, goddesses--just anyone who would listen to his pleas. He should've just gone back home and asked his dad to teach him how to farm, but no, he's here, about to be berated for something that he doesn't even know about. "T-two years, Sir…" he managed to stutter out despite the constant thumping in his chest-- whether it was from the fear of getting hit or the fear of getting fired, being inside this office always made him feel like he was meeting his end.

"TWO YEARS?! AND THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOW ME?!" The Team Leader threw a folder at him, successfully hitting his chest. He scrambles on the floor as he picks up the papers, unable to catch them a moment ago. "If it weren't for the boss, I would've fired you already!" Min-su immediately stood up, tears filling his eyes as he looked at the Team Leader. "Go fix that!"

"Yes, Sir!" Min-su says as he almost runs out of the Team Leader's office, away from the glaring man inside. However, instead of going back to his desk, he sped up his pace. He heard one of his colleagues call out to him, but everything was a blur as he took the stairs.

He takes a quick look around him. People going in and out of his sight, hazy as they could be as tears began to run down his face. He doesn't know what to do anymore. Two years. He did his best for those two years and still, it doesn't seem to be enough. Without thinking, he started to walk away from their building. Suddenly he felt his phone vibrate, bringing it out from his pocket, his eyes tried to focus on the name of the caller.

Min-su's body shot up straight as "Mr. Seong Gi-Hun CEO" was blasting from the screen.

He immediately clicks the answer button. "H-hello, Mr. CEO," he says, voice timid as he walk towards a cafe. He sits down at one of the tables. As he put down all of his things on it, his boss starts to speak. "I heard what happened… And I'm quite disappointed in you, Min-Su. I've always thought you had it in you," Mr. Seong says in the lowest voice he probably could master. Min-su breathed out an apology as he wiped off the tears falling from his eyes. He looked pathetic. A grown man crying in a cafe? What a joke.

Mr. Seong probably heard him sniffle as he started to coax him to stop, "Hey, hey. It's alright, boy. It's okay… Listen, how about this, I have an event that I want to try out, it's a speed dating program." Min-Su was organizing the papers, listening to his boss. "Speed dating, Sir?" he hears his boss let out an affirmative noise from the other end of the line, "Yes, Son. You know how our company focuses on human interactions and such, being a marketing company after all, it's better to know a more… personal way to get to know the public."

Min-Su can tell that this conversation is going somewhere that he doesn't like. "And you seem to be the perfect person for it!" The cheerful voice of his superior scared him a lot more than his disappointed tone earlier, "Me?" he asked as he lined up towards the cashier. "Yes! You! Our very handsome bachelor!"

He trips over to the counter at this, "Oh! Sorry!" He says as the cashier looked at him in amusement. "You alright there, Sir?" The girl at the counter smirked at the red on his cheeks, " Ah-- yes, sorry… umm… One cappuccino and an egg tart please," he said, fumbling his words as the short-haired pretty girl nodded at him, he gave his name for the order; he noticed the smirk still plastered on her face as she went to fix up his order. For someone as single as him, Min-su couldn't help but admire the pretty people around him, and the girl at the counter was definitely his type.

"Hello? Min-su? Are you still there?" Min-su lets out a cuss, forgetting that he was on a call, WITH THE CEO, because of a girl, was probably on top of the most embarrassing moments he had today. "YES! Sorry, Sir…" he responded as the girl, Se-Mi apparently as written on her nameplate, brings his food and takes the card in his hand. "So I was saying…," Min-Su grabbed his food as his boss continued, "I want you to go to the speed dating program."

Clink

"Ah! Sorry…" He was about to grab his card from Se-mi when he suddenly pulled his hand away, making her drop it. Min-su immediately picked up the card. He looked at her, ashamed of the way he's been acting. A warm chuckle left her lips, "Don't tire yourself out now, pretty boy," Min-Su's face impossibly became redder at that. He stammered out a 'thank you' before running out of the cafe.

Se-mi watches him go, a curious smile on her face, "Cute…"

Min-su clutched the things to his chest, he could feel his heart hammering, it's probably because of all the running that he did, possibly because Se-Mi just called him 'Cute,' so the real reason is actually unknown. He took a deep breath before bringing the phone up to his ears again.

"You were gone again, Min-su," Mr. Seong said teasingly, the man had never seemed to take anything seriously in his life, "Sorry again, Mr. Seong. I was in line at a café. Can you repeat it again, Sir?"

His boss laughed at this, "Min-Su-ah, I want you to enter a speed dating program for the company." There's no other way to take it, Min-su thought he was kidding the first time, but now, for the third time and in the most serious tone he's ever heard his boss speak, he couldn't help but let out an exhausted sigh. "With all due respect, Sir, why did you choose me? I don't think I'm the only bachelor in our building." He brought the paper cup to his mouth as he started walking back to their office, "Well you see, my dear boy, there's something about a shy charming guy like you that gets the ladies going," Min-su could already feel the pitiful stares of his colleagues as he stepped into the elevator. "Besides, I have full faith that you'd do well. You may even meet the girl of your dreams there," Min-Su laughed at that, as if, he thought. "So… Are we clear, Min-Su?" the young man let out one final sigh, "Yes, Sir…," Min-Su finally stepped out of the elevator. "Great! I'll have the location, and the time sent over later."

Min-Su's ears shot up hearing that, "Time? Sir, did you mean today?" He heard laugh from the other line, he doesn't like this, "Ah! Yes, Did I forget to mention it? It's for today! So, good luck to you later, Min-Su-ah!" He was about to protest when he heard the call beeped out. He doesn't like this at all. What has he gotten himself into?

He walked towards his desk, shoulder slumped as the events of this day started to weigh on him. He sat on his chair and was about to start fixing up the documents, that was oh-so-kindly given to him, when he saw a '2' on his cup, "Huh?" He turns the cup more, '0xxx-xxx-8102 see you again, cutie.'

"EHHHHHHH--"

A loud thud echoed on their floor as Min-su bumped his head on the table. "Ah-ah… Min-Su, are you okay?" He heard his friend, Gyeong-su, ask him. He lets out an affirmative noise as he lifts his head. "If you say so," Gyeong-su said before turning back to his workload.

Min-Su held his phone up, he turned to look at the phone number on the cup. He thinks for a moment; on one hand, he's about to go to a speed dating program, and it wouldn't be right to ask a girl out at the moment. On the other hand, …A pretty girl had just given him her number. And she called him cute, so there's probably a huge chance that he's her type as well.

With sheer hope, he types down her number, just in case.

This is stupid.

This is beyond stupid.

This is madness; only a fool would think that this would go well.

Well, that fool signs his paycheck, so there's nothing Min-su can do but comply.

Before clocking out, Mr. Seong's assistant gave him a piece of paper with the name, time, and address of the speed dating program and some explanation of what would happen during the event. Basically, the singles will be given a piece of paper to write a number on and then have it pasted on their clothes and if they want to know the person, they just have to write it down and give it to the staff and they'll put you in a room together.

Seems more like human trafficking rather than a speed dating program if you ask Min-Su.

He let out a sigh —he was so, so tired of this day— as he walked inside the building. He looks around. Everything was grand and seemingly expensive, and he felt so out of place. "Excuse me...," he asked the lady on the counter. She looked up at him with a sweet smile, "Well, hello, darling. I'm Cho Hyun-Ju. Are you here for the Stupid Cupid event?"

Ms. Cho asked before pulling out a form as he nodded a 'yes', "That's great, just fill this up, honey, and write your number down here," Min-Su grabbed both of the papers, filling them up with his basic information like his name, his age, his contact number, his--

"Are you nervous, honey?" the young man looks up from his paper at that, Ms. Cho gave him a sympathetic smile as she brought her hand to his, apparently, shaking ones. "You know... Min-su, yes?" He nods again, not trusting his voice to not make a fool of himself. "You know, Min-Su, I actually met my husband here," Min-Su watched as Ms. Cho's face softened at the mention of her husband. "With all things considered, I never actually thought that I'd meet someone here. Nonetheless, marry them and become a mom to their daughter." She pulls her hand away to bring up her phone, "See, here's us. Our family. And I probably wouldn't have them in my life if it weren't for this."

"And for the very handsome prince charming coming on time, for once."

Min-su turned to look behind Ms. Cho to see the man from the picture, "Hello, my love...," the man gave her a kiss on the cheek, making the woman giggle as a blush decorated her face. He then turned his attention to Min-Su, "I'm Park Gyeong-Seok. Ms. Cho Hyun-Ju's prince charming." Ms. Cho swatted his arm as he brings out his hand for Min-Su to shake. "N-nice to meet you, Sir," the man shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you too, son."

Mr. Park pulled his hand away as he regarded his wife, "I know you wished to tell him all about how we met, my love, but the program is about to start." Ms. Cho jolted up from her seat, "Oh! yes! Sorry for taking up your time, Min-Su. I'll take your form now and here's a pin for your number. I hope you have a great time, honey."

He gave her one final smile before walking in further into the room. Min-Su took a quick look at the counter to see the couple kiss each other before Mr. Park turned to leave her to do her job.

He took a look at everyone around him, he tries to fix his hair a bit—he did fix himself up just for this. Min-Su made his way around the room, everyone looked really good. There were probably models, actors, and chaebols here as he could see some fairly familiar faces. "Champagne, Sir?" A waiter brought forth the tray in his hands in front of him. Min-Su grabbed a glass, "Thank you," he smiled at the man as he went about his way to the other newcomers. Places like this usually have an entrance fee or an invite rate that would probably cost him more than his lunch today, it's a good thing today was their 'Once A Month Free Mingle' course.

He walked around the area, he tried to look as confident as he could, he really tried his hardest. But to no avail, the shaking of his hands probably gave away how nervous he truly was.

He was standing on the sides when Ms. Cho walked up to him, "Hello, Mr. 125," she regarded him with an encouraging smile as she gave him a room key. "She's up at room 17, Min-Su. Good luck," Ms. Cho patted him on his arm before going back to the counter.

Min-Su looked at the key in his hand. He couldn't believe it. Someone actually, actually wanted to get to know him. In this place full of beautiful people, why would someone be interested in him?

Who could it be? Nobody has approached him yet, and he hasn't seen anyone that he personally knew.

Maybe, maybe this is some sort of prank.

Yeah, that's it. Somebody probably took one good look at him and thought that he was the easiest one to play around with.

He could feel the tears welling in his eyes at this conclusion when he heard Mr. Park call his number. Min-Su lifted his head to look at the man, his nerves acting up as he made his way to him. "Hey, Son," the man patted him on the shoulder, "I know you're nervous but, between you and me, pretty ladies like men who could at least talk to them without passing out." Mr. Park turned his head to the sides, making Min-Su follow him with his eyes; he could see Ms. Cho talking to some of the guests. The young man could see the adoration in the older man's eyes as he watched his wife write something down. "Well... some of them do," Mr. Park regarded him again, his hand still on his shoulder. "No matter how little you think of yourself at the moment, the lady in room 17 still took the chance to get to know you, kiddo." he gave Min-Su a reassuring smile. The latter took a deep breath as he looked down the halls and then back at the man in front of him. "Thank you, Mr. Park," he smiled at him before walking down the hallway.

Door after door after door, and all of the hype talk that Mr. Park gave him was starting to wear out. He can feel his heart beating in his chest as he finally found room 17. In his form, it's written that the key receiver should knock three times and then enter the room.

And so, Min-Su knocked once...

Then he knocked again...

He was about to knock a third time when he began to remind himself of who he was. Useless. Worthless. An Idiot. A mista--

"Aren't you going to come in?"

Min-Su hears a somewhat familiar voice behind the door. With that, he frantically put the key in the keyhole and twisted it open. He went inside the room and immediately closed the door. In his panicked moment to not make the person who owned that beautiful voice wait any longer, he had his back turned from her all this time.

He took a deep breath as he heard footsteps walking away from him. Min-su slowly turned around to see nobody behind him, he walks further in the room to see two chairs and a table set up with candles and fine cutleries, and a menu in the middle. There's also a bed near the window, at which a woman with short hair stood tall. The women in the main area wore formal or business clothing, however, she didn't.

The woman in front of him seemed to be wearing a leather jacket, tattered pants, and leather boots. He shamelessly looked her up and down before fully lifting his head, only to see the teasing smile of the girl at the café.

Min-Su jolted back as she turned to face him. Se-Mi, he remembers, was already taller than him in her work shoes, now, as she walks up to him with that gorgeous smirk on her face, it seems like she fully towered over him.

"Hey," Se-Mi said as she stood right in front of him.

Min-Su was sure she could hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest. "Hello...," he nervously let out as he stared at their shoes.

Oh my god, what is she doing here?

"W-what are you doing here, Se-mi-ssi?" She lets out a chuckle, bringing her hand to his. He lets her fingers touch along the lines of his knuckles. "Why? am I not allowed to be here, Min-Su-ah?" She hooks her little finger with his middle one, making him look up at her, "Ah— yes, you can— It's just— T-this doesn't seem like something that you'd d-do...," he knows he's a blabbering mess right now, and he truly wishes to move his red face away from her to save himself some dignity, but with the way she's looking at him, he decided he'll regret it if he did so. "Well, if the guy I gave my number to hasn't called me yet and I found out he was going to a mixer, what's stopping me from taking him from there?" A shiver ran down Min-Su's spine, her voice low, almost at a whisper, as if she said something scandalous.

Min-Su's eyes widen at that, oh god... this is so hot. The young man felt his knees weaken from the strong gaze from Se-Mi, the way her eyes shone with want, with the need to have the cute office worker from the building across the cafe wrapped around her fingers, with the desire to pull him close, to hold him in her arms.

She craves it, yearns for the day that she'll get to have him. Even for just a moment—even just for a day, a night. Anything would've been enough actually, if only he didn't look at her like that.

Se-Mi always saw herself as rational, clearheaded, and someone who has self-control. But how could she restrain herself when he looked at her with so much pleading, begging for her to take it easy on him, to make her aware of the fact that his heart is weak when it comes to her. She'd seen him many times before, walking inside the café with so much exhaustion on his face. He would always get a cappuccino and an egg tart, but usually, it was her co-worker, Young-Mi, who would always get his order, lucky bastard. Fortunately for her, Young-mi took a day off, making Se-Mi take her shift, and the gods probably heard her right then and there when the cute guy from the building in front came inside the café. However, she won't admit it but, Se-Mi was afraid she wouldn't be his type. She gets it, she doesn't seem to be the type of girl that guys like him usually go for. She's taller than him, more aggressive, and factor in the fact that she'd rather wear her riding outfit than any of those cute dresses that girls that guys usually go for. She had never thought of herself as insecure, but she would be lying if she said it wouldn't kill her if he didn't even look her way. But low and behold, the cute guy, Min-Su, seemed to like her enough to stumble upon his words every time she's in front of him. And thank god for that.

The man he was moments ago, all sweaty and nervous, seemed to hide away as the heat went up his body. Min-Su barely had any thoughts in his head before Se-Mi grabbed his hand and brought him to the table. "But first, let's get to know each other," the woman made him sit down at one of the chairs before sitting down in front of him. "So what would you like to eat?" She regarded him with a smile—something sweet, softer than what she'd been showing him—as she went to look through the menu. As much as Min-Su would like for her to lead, it seems kind of rude to just let her pull him around. Se-Mi was talking about the pros and cons of getting what was on the menu, showcasing her knowledge about food. "Se-Mi-ssi…," she abruptly stopped her ramble when Min-Su called her name, lifting her head to look at him. Se-Mi started feeling anxious, "Fuck, sorry! Am I being too much?" She says before putting down the menu. Min-Su gave her a small smile, shaking his head no, which made Se-Mi relax in her seat. "No, no, it's not that…," He starts, he looked around the room, glancing at the huge glass window, and then at the bed, and finally, at Se-Mi.

Min-Su stared at her, looking at her right now, the heat in his body started to slow down as he was reminded of the fact that she was his junior by a couple of years. She may be confident enough to make a move, but if he made the mistake of making her feel rejected, she'll probably shut this down completely. Se-Mi looked at him in anticipation, wondering if she'd already made a mistake. "Se-Mi-ssi, this… is all so new to me. So, pardon me for saying this but… I don't get why you made all this effort to get to know me," He said, a smile growing on the girl's face. "I've liked you for quite some time now," Se-Mi said unashamedly, the grin on her face widening as the man in front of her sat up in surprise.

"Wh-what? But, we just met today," He looked at her in disbelief. Se-Mi let out a chuckle, "Yeah… WE met today," she gestured between the two of them as she turned her head away from him, "But I've been watching you for a while now…," A hint of red was evident on her cheeks as she could feel Min-Su staring at her. "I always see you ordering your usual with the most serious look on your face. The first time I saw you, you were drenched from head to toe because of the rain. I know you don't remember me but I was the one who gave you a towel. You looked so gloomy and tired that day, but despite that, you looked really cute to me…," Min-Su could feel his heart beating out of his chest again, the girl in front of him still refused to meet his eyes, looking down at her hands as she continued to tell her story, "it sounds stupid I know, but I think I fell in love with you at that moment. So when I had the chance to talk to you, I just didn't want it to slip away from me. And then-‐I don't know if it's out of impulse or desperation, I wrote my number on your cup. But, you didn't call, so I thought you weren't really that interested. I swear I was going to stop right there but I heard your colleagues talking about you and the Stupid Cupid event and I just—"

"Okay, okay, I get it." Min-Su grabbed her hand, making her look at him. Despite the tough exterior that she has, he could see the tension in her shoulders as she talked about… everything about this, about how they ended up here.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, basking in the other's presence, matching blush on their faces. Min-Su absentmindedly rubbed his thumb on her knuckles, both of them loosening up because of this. He swallowed the lump in his throat and watched her eyes hardened with the former need that was there a moment ago. He knows this. He'd seen this type of look from her, the same one she had donned on him when their eyes met at the cafe. She wants him.

And he'd be a fool to not give her what she wants.

"Do you…," he starts. He may be aware of the fact that she likes him, but at the end of the day, he was still the same Min-Su that he was this morning, nervous and a mess. "Do you still want to eat first?" He asked, eyes not leaving hers. He's shaking, he knows that, but no amount of fear of fucking this up is enough to stop his desire to have her.

Se-mi stared at him for a second before a soft laugh left her lips, "Oh… I don't mind skipping dinner at the moment." The smirke she had on all day came back to her face as she stood up from her seat and walked towards him. She lowers herself to whisper in his ear, "There's something else I would rather eat instead."

Min-Su let out a whimper, he could feel his lower half twitch in his pants. Everything about him starts to heat up.

Se-mi knows what she's doing to him.

The girl stood up straight before holding his hand. She led him towards the bed, making him sit down on the edge.

His dick seems to like it like this, Se-Mi towering over him; he could feel the bulge on his pants as they start to feel uncomfortable, Se-Mi must've noticed this as she brought her eyes down his legs. "Someone's excited," she whispered as she moved closer to him. Min-Su can't do anything but look up at her, mesmerized at the way she bit her bottom lip. He probably had the most shameless expression on as Se-Mi brought her hand to his face. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

Min-su's going to die.

Yeah, he'll be eaten alive and be swallowed whole till his soul leaves his body.

And oh lord, he wouldn't fucking mind that.

Se-mi lowered her face, and Min-su could feel her breath on his cheeks. "Cute…,' In one final dose of confidence, Min-su kissed her. A light one, he pulls away a bit before being roughly pulled into another one.

Se-mi wasn't lying when she said she could've been desperate, he could feel it in the kiss. The way she cupped his cheeks to make him stay, the warmth of her lips as she deepened it more, the way her eyes closed shut as she relished the feeling of having his lips on hers. Min-su brought his hands onto her hips, squeezing them slightly as he felt her tongue swipe at his bottom lip, asking for him to open up.

Who was he to deny her?

He parted his lips, only to immediately feel her tongue explore around. Min-su couldn't help but let out a moan, having her between his thighs, he started to move his hips in her legs.

Everything, and anything, about this just feels so good. He slowly slid his hands under her shirt as she grabbed his hair. They don't know who's more desperate as they pull each other impossibly closer. Se-mi moaned into the kiss as Min-su's hand made its way to her tits, he gave it a tentative squeeze before fully cupping it. They parted from the kiss, breathless as they stared at each other. Min-su saw her swollen lips as they turned up into a smirk. He was about to slide his hands down when Se-mi grabbed him to a stop.

Se-mi instructed his hands to squeeze again, making him tighten his hold on her waist. "Don't be shy, Min-su-ah. Touch me as much as you want," Min-su gulped as he pulled his hands away from hers, bringing it under the fabric of her bra. He leans forward, kissing her neck as he continued to play with her tit. He could hear her moan above him, and oh boy, the noises went straight to his cock.

Min-su could feel Se-mi grab the back of his head, pushing him closer as he marks along her pale neck. He brought his other hand to her back, unclasping her bra, it took a lot of tries but he got it off without her noticing so who cares if his hand shook while doing it. He moved his face away from her, their eyes meeting again, the sultry look not leaving Se-mi's face as she tightened the hold on his hair. Min-su pushed her closer to him, sliding his hand higher to lift the shirt more. He could see her nipples peeking from under the clothing, hard as the cold air hit her skin. "C-can I…?" Min-su asked, eyes dazed as the sight in front of him couldn't be anything less than heaven. "Yes, fuck, Min-su…"

Without missing a beat, Min-su pursed his lips forward, bringing a nipple in his mouth. He licked and sucked on it, reveling in the noises coming out from Se-mi, "Min-su, oh god, ha…," he pressed his thumb on the other peak, rubbing it slowly before playing on it with his forefinger. Face buried in her chest, he looked up to take a peek at the girl above him, and he was lucky enough to not shoot in his pants at that moment. Se-mi's head was pulled back as her face glowed red, tears streamed down her cheeks as she urged Min-su for more. Min-su shamelessly played the bud with his tongue as he squeezed and massaged the other tit, muffled noises came out from him as Se-mi slotted forward between his legs more, causing the line in his pants to rub against her.

He was about to grind against her leg when he was suddenly jerked away from her. Se-mi had her hand on the collar of his shirt, chest heaving as she looked at him hungrily. "Off. Now," she says between breaths as Min-su hurriedly took off the garment. Min-su could see her eyes watching him, tracing every curve and muscle on his bare chest, she let out a whistle, sliding her hands on his neck, his broad shoulders, and his toned arms. She pulled away after a while to remove her jacket as well as her shirt and bra. She could feel Min-su's gaze on her as she lifted her arms to pull the shirt above her head. Se-mi watches as his breath hitches at the sight of her exposed top half, her breast perky and soft to the touch.

Being buried in them wasn't enough for Min-su to fully appreciate how beautiful they were, how beautiful Se-mi was. Min-su noticed the moles scattered on her pale skin, the pink hue on it as she grew warm from their actions, and the littered scars on her body, which were light-colored but noticeable no less. Se-mi could feel him staring at the scar on her shoulder, curiosity on his face. She worries if it made her less attractive in his eyes. She took a peek at his lap, realizing that her worries were fruitless as the bulge in his pants seemed to get harder. Min-su leans forward, playing with her belt as he lifts his head to look at her in the eye. "May I?" He doesn't understand where his confidence came from, but looking at the fondness and lust in Se-mi's eyes, it doesn't seem to be unwanted. The girl lets out a chuckle, bringing her hands to his head as she teasingly plays with his hair, "Go ahead." she whispered, voice low as if to seduce him even further into madness.

Still sitting on the bed, he went to kneel in front of her, unbuckling her belt before he unbuttoned her pants, he kissed along her stomach as he pulled her zipper down. If Se-mi hadn't had half the mind at the moment, she would've started jumping for joy with how happy she was.

Min-su looked up at her, and dare I say, he died and lived again as the desire became evident on her face. He knows what she wants, he knows how impatient she's getting. So, he leans down to take off her boots, one after another as he hears her let out a deep sigh.

He brings his eyes forward, he can see her underwear right now that the button is open, the black fabric peeking through the opened zipper of her pants. He went to push it down to her knees, eyeing the wet stain on the garment. Min-su moved his face closer between her legs, he grabbed the back of her thighs, feeling the muscles on them. He gives a kiss on her stomach as he goes to completely discard the pants from her legs. Se-mi parted her legs wider, allowing him to come closer to her inner thighs.

Min-su looked up, watching her face scrunch up as he began to kiss along her soft thighs. He lightly bites one area before licking it, he stares at her face, wondering if she likes that or not. Se-mi nodded her head, allowing him to do more. He licked a spot near the back of her knees, sucking on a bruise. Min-su kissed higher nearing the edge of her underwear, his nose touched the fabric of the seam as he brings his mouth closer and closer to where she needed him to be.

Se-mi could feel her wetness sticking to her skin underneath her underwear, she carefully grabbed his jaw urging him to come closer to her heat. Min-su's eyes closed as he went to kiss the top of her underwear, his hands sliding up and down her legs, making her the hairs on her skin stand up. She let out a punched noise as he began to lick along the wetness, savoring the feeling of her heat on his tongue. Se-mi couldn't help the way her legs shook from this, grabbing the man's head to stabilize herself. She felt her hips moving, following along the movement of his tongue as one of his hands went around her and groped her ass.

"Min-su, take it off," she grunts out as she pulls his head away from her. She sees the dazed look on his face, lost in her scent. He looks up at her, eyes droopy before slowly pulling the fabric down.

Now fully naked in front of him, Min-su can't help but admire her, from her toned arms to her abs to the firm muscles on her legs; scars adorned her skin but she's perfection in all the word means. She's pretty, beautiful, more than anything he could've asked for.

"Are you just going to stare all night or are you going to do something about that?"

Se-mi pointed out the discomfort in his pants that seemed to get harder every minute. A blush crept up on his face, embarrassed even with the bareness of her body in front of him. "So-sorry…," Min-su turned his face away from her, making Se-Mi laugh.

She was about to say something when somebody knocked on their door, "Ms. 380 and Mr. 125, I hope you enjoyed yourselves, however, your time is up. Please proceed to the checkout in 5 minutes." And with that, the man, Min-Su guessing it to be Mr. Park from the teasing tone he had, left without waiting for a response.

The two of them looked at each other, hearing the man's footsteps become quieter. This seemed to sober them up as the air began to feel uncomfortable. The sexed-up feeling they had a while ago dissipated into an awkward state.

Se-mi saw his face turning away, probably ashamed of the way he was kneeling in front of her. She could hear him panic from their current state. "Ah— we should… put on our clothes now," he began to stand up, picking up their scattered clothes. She felt her heart break for a moment, watching him busy himself, seemingly too afraid to even look at her.

"Min-Su-ah…," she lets out, her voice low as her eyes begin to well up. Min-su stops from picking up her bra when he hears her call out his name. He heard a sniffle from behind him, making him abruptly turn around to look at the woman. His eyes widen as he saw tears streaming down her face, making him walked towards her.

"Hey! Hey! Se-mi-ssi, w-what's going on— oof"

He gripped their clothes in his arms as Se-mi suddenly pulled him into a kiss, their faces wet from sweat and tears. She pulled away with a pop, "Don't you dare tell me you regret this." Se-mi's face contorted into a frown, fear lingering in her voice as she tried to intimidate him.

Min-Su's heart swelled up inside him as he watched the expression on her face, he gently took her shirt from his arm and gave it to her, "It's cold out and we need to go now, Se-mi-ssi," he gave her a soft smile, urging her to take the shirt. Semi looked at the shirt and back to him, trying to decipher if he was ignoring her or just being plain stupid, nonetheless, she grabbed her shirt and put it on. He called her name again as he went to give back her clothes, "My car is just down the block," he said, he went to put on his shirt as he turned to see Se-mi putting on her pants. "We could… go to a hotel if you'd like?"

Se-mi stopped from putting on her jacket when she turned to focus her attention on him, "Th-that is, only if you, ah… want to," dumbstruck at his inability to look at her, she sensed that her fears may have been unwarranted. She took a deep breath before speaking, "You have a car, you say?" The teasing tone in her voice came back as she walked towards him. "Min-su… are you asking me to go and fuck you somewhere else?"

Min-Su could feel the heat creep up on his face again as his hard-on twitched in his pants, "I-if you want to," he went to look down, avoiding her piercing gaze, only to regret it as he noticed her nipples peeking out from under her shirt, fuck. He could only stare at them, ears reddening as he reminisced on the feeling of them on his tongue. "…Min-Su-ah!"

He flinched at being called, he looked up to see her smirking at his dumbfounded face. "You should go and finish fixing yourself up so we can go," she said, sitting down on the bed to put her boots on. After tucking in his shirt and fixing his pants, Se-mi held his hand and led him towards the door, she gave him one final kiss, leaving him breathless (for the nth time today) as she pulled him out the room. She checked if they had everything before walking away from the door.

Min-Su had his head down as he allowed Se-mi to lead them out of the building. He can see Ms. Cho and Mr. Park giving him a thumbs-up as he turned to look at them for a moment.

"So, where's your car, Min-Su-ah?" the woman asked as they set foot outside of the building, "It's in that direction," he said, leading the way. He could feel the warmth of her hands, making him hold on tighter as the chill of the evening air hit his body. He may still be hot from their prior activity, but the heat from her fills his body with a sense of comfort. "So, did you take a taxi coming here?" It's pathetic to make small talk after everything but he couldn't take the silence anymore. "Nope. I got a bike and drove from my place to here."

Min-Su nodded at that, "Where's your bike, then?" Se-mi pulled him closer by the arm, her other hand sliding into her pocket. "It's by the park near the XX Building. I would've parked closer, but the area was full," the young man lets out a chuckle, "Same here. I had to park at the mall."

They walked in silence after that, Se-mi could swear he could hear her heart hammering in her chest, she may look tough on the outside, but having him beside her, walking to his car to go have sex somewhere, she was excited and a little nervous. She was still braless as she could feel the fabric of her shirt rubbing against her, making her heat up in familiar places. Min-su was quiet beside her, probably worried if they were in the right place. She wanted him so badly. She probably won't be able to hold it together until they get to a more reasonable place than a parking lot in a mall.

"Ah! Here we go," Min-su said, bringing Se-mi out of the long list of things she wanted to do to him. They stood in front of the five-seater, the young man fished for the keys in his pockets as Se-mi stared at him in anticipation, I don't think I can wait any longer, she thought as Min-Su unlocked the car door.

As soon as she heard the car unlock, she opened the door to the back seat and pulled him inside. She sat him down before sitting on his lap, locking the door behind her. "Se-semi?," Min-su stuttered out as he looked at the desperate look on her face. "I can't take it anymore," Se-mi pulled his face and smashed their lips together. The kiss was deep and needy as she went to pull at his hair, Min-Su couldn't help but let out a grunted noise at the sudden contact, picking at the last pieces of his brain, he kissed her back. He felt her tongue explore once more; he whimpered as she began to move her hips on top of him. "Se-mi…," Min-Su could feel every part of his body yearning for her, to have every part of his body feel her.

Se-mi removed her top again, Min-su immediately took one of the nipples in his mouth as his hands grabbed ahold of her exposed skin. He took the initiative to unbuckle her belt as they hurriedly removed each other's clothes. Bare in front of each other, in the cramped back seat of his car, Min-Su took a good look at her again before flinching at the sudden contact on his (finally) bare cock.

He looked down to see Se-mi holding his shaft, "Se-semi!," he grunted out as she moved her hands up and down the length. She went to kiss along his neck as his head leaned back. His hand groped at her sides, grounding himself from the pleasure. "Do you like this?" she whispered in his ear, voice sultry but breathless as Min-su's hand roamed played with her tits. He nodded his head, eyes closed shut as pre-cum drenched her hands.

Min-Su's hands slid down her stomach, one hand grabbed onto her waist while the other one went lower and lower, stopping at the wetness between her thighs. He rubs her clit, making the girl above him let out a moan, "Put it in," she whispered, head dropping on his shoulder as her hand moved faster. They were a mess as they focused on making the other person feel good.

Min-Su suddenly got pulled away from her and found himself lying down, he was about to ask what just happened when his view was blocked by Se-mi sitting on his chest, "We didn't get to eat earlier but I'm sure you're hungry for something," Min-su looked down as he feels her heat on his pecs, Se-mi looked down at him with a glint in her eyes. Without saying anything, Min-Su pulled her closer to his face and began to tease her inner thighs, a punched noise left Se-mi's lips as she put her hands on the door; she began to move her hips, urging him to touch her cunt. Min-su pulled her even closer as his mouth began to lap at her wet slit.

Se-mi couldn't help the noises leaving her throat as she grinded on Min-Su's face. She tried to hold onto the door, finger sliding on the glass as her tits bounced to her movements. She brought one of her hands to his hair, roughly pushing him to her cunt. Min-su moved his tongue faster, following a rhythm to not disappoint the woman above him. She could feel a knot form inside her, making her move her hips erratically. "God! Yes! MIN-SU—" Se-mi's head tilts back, her eye-rolling to the back as she came on Min-su's face.

She catches her breath, Min-su still eating her out of her orgasm. Se-mi slid herself down to his waist to look at him; unsurprisingly, Min-su looked like he was the one who came. His eyes barely open, his face drenched, catching his breath as he looked at her, cuntstruck, as he went to grab onto her waist to urge her forward again. Se-mi chuckled at his attempt, he's out of it already, she thinks, eyes pleading for her to sit on his face again.

"Do you have a condom?"

This seemed to have snapped him out of his lust-filled daze. His eyes widen as he realized that he absolutely does not have a fucking condom on him, as he didn't think he would be in this position when he left his house to head to the event. Se-mi noticed the panic in his eyes, "No, it's alright, I got tested. We can do it raw for tod—"

"NO!"

The smile on Se-mi's face dropped, her face contorted in confusion. Min-su avoided looking her in the eyes as he rubbed her sides to placate her, "W-we can't…," The woman on top of him frowned at that, "Why not? Do you have something?" Min-su could feel her thinking about every reason why he didn't want to do it raw, "No, it's not that," he whispered, his eyes turning to look at her now, making eye contact as he spoke, "Se-mi, as much as I know that'll feel goo—"

"How would you know?" Se-mi cut him off, eyeing him with suspicion.

Min-su let out a cough as he slides one hand to her thighs, calming her down. "I've had… experiences," Se-mi scoffs at this, "And you don't want to experience that with me?," Min-su panicked as he hears the irritation in her voice, "It's not that! It's just—," "I'm on the pill if that's what you're worried about."

He shuts up because that's exactly what he's worried about. "Oh…kay. I'm also tested and I haven't had sex for a while," he muttered, he looked down at her legs, grounding himself by rubbing them. Se-mi gave him a genuine smile, leaning down to kiss him. "That's good to know."

Se-mi sat up straight, she felt the quickening of his heart from under her fingertips as she slid her hands down his chest. She saw his eyes close as she went and held his dick in her hands, still hard as a rock. Min-su grabbed onto her waist as she aligns his cock on her slit. Their heads rolled back as she slid in the head, Min-su wasn't small by any means and he wasn't too big which it'll hurt.

Min-su took a deep breath, the warmth of her cunt making him lose his mind. He could feel her walls clenching around him. He went to rub along her side, "Good?" He says, unable to form any more coherent words. Se-mi nodded her head 'Yes,' she moved her hips a little, making Min-su roll his head back on the seat again. She held the head of the passenger seat for support as she bounced on his dick; Min-su's grip tightened around her hips, helping her by thrusting his hips upward.

Sweat dripped from their bodies as their movements caused the car to shake. The parking lot was vacant when they went to get the car, still, Min-su bit his lip to muffle the noises coming out of his mouth. He lifts himself and brings one hand to Se-mi's hair, pulling her in for a kiss.

The kiss was sloppy, their moans muffled by each other. He pulls himself away from her, "Fuck, Se-mi… I'm close--" he drops his head on her shoulder, "Me too…," he feels Se-mi's breath on his ears. He licked a bruise on her neck; with one final thrust, he could feel her tightened around him as they came together. Se-mi wrapped her arms around him as he continued to move his hips to ride out his orgasm. They kissed each other again, pulling away when their lungs needed air.

"That was… amazing," Min-su says between breaths as he smooths out her skin. Se-mi lets out a chuckle, bringing her hand to his jaw, "Yes it was," she swipes her thumb along his cheekbones, a soft smile on her face as she kisses him again, this time softer, sweeter than they had been moments ago.

Their eyes met once they pulled away, staring at each other with fondness.

Min-su suddenly scrunched his face when Se-mi moved her leg, "Ah, you should probably pull out now," Min-su nodded in agreement as Se-mi lifted herself to let him slide out. He then moved to the side to let Se-mi sit down on the seat, he could see their aftermath dripping down her thighs. He picked up his pants, searching for something before giving her a handkerchief. Se-mi laughed at this, "What a gentleman you are," he blushed as he watched her clean up his mess inside her. Min-su began to look for their scattered clothes in the car, he went to open the compartment and got a fresh shirt to give to her. Se-mi could feel her heart flutter at this, a genuine smile on her face as she kissed his cheek as a 'thank you' before putting the shirt on. He gives her all her clothes; only after she's done does he make a move to put on his. They did that in silence, still recovering from it.

He feels Se-mi's arms wrapped around him from behind, "I like you so much…," she whispers, suddenly feeling shy as if she hadn't wrung him dry just minutes ago. It was Min-su's turn to laugh as he moved her hands away to make her face him. He looked at her straight, he noticed the way her face reddened at the attention, " I know I can't say the same for you, as we've only just officially met, but I would like to get to that point with you," he brought her hands to his lips. Se-mi grinned at this as she jumped into his arms, startling him with the sudden impact. He held onto her waist as she kissed him.

"Do you live by yourself?" Se-mi asked, playing with hairs on the back of his head, "Yeah… why?" She moved her face closer, "Cause the night is still young, Min-su-ah."

With that, Min-su hurriedly climbed over the center console and drove to his house, with Se-mi laughing maniacally at the back.

Light seeped from behind the curtain as the sun shone brightly outside. Min-su lets out a yawn as the sun rays hit his face. He turned to his head, rubbing his eyes as he noticed the soft body before him.

He jolted on the spot as he looked up to Se-mi's sleeping face.

His eyes softened as the familiar warmth of her skin blended with his; he went to cuddle further into her arms, taking in her scent. After driving back home, they didn't waste any time scattering their clothes around the house. They probably did it five more times, which, judging by the hickeys and bites on their skin, was thoroughly enjoyed by both of them.

He could feel her stir on top of him, "Good morning," he said, her hold on him tightened, "ghud morneng," Se-mi buried her face in his hair as she spoke. Min-su smiled at this as he unconsciously slid his hand down her body. Se-mi hummed as she leaned into the touch, "Seems like somebody wants to start something early in the morning," blush crept up the young man's face as he buried himself in her chest. He heard Se-mi chuckle as she pulled him away from her, giving him a morning kiss.

They stared at each other, as they did the night before. Se-mi could feel the way his hand roamed on her back, feeling her up, wondering if she was real, if she was actually there. The adoration in her eyes never changes as she watches him, the way he breathes, the softness in his eyes, the hope in his smile.

She could wake up like this forever.

Se-mi pecked his lips before sitting up and getting out of bed, "Se-mi?" He asked, worry evident in his tone, "I'm just going to get us some coffee," Min-su's face turned red as he watched her naked form walk away. His heart feels light, he knows he'll need to go to work tomorrow and everything mundane will start again, but he'll savor every moment of every minute of today; that starts by giving Se-mi some clothes.

He could wake up like this forever.

ANDDDDD THAT'S A WRAP!!

Oh god, i think i ended up writing this for almost a whole week!

I really like this pair, there's something about loser guys and badass girls that just makes my heart warm.

i hope you guys take the chance to give ship a try! and i hope you guys like this!

PSA: THIS IS NOT AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO DO IT RAW! PRACTICE SAFE SEX!

Thank you for reading!

#380 x 125 #squid game #squid game season 2 #player 125 #player 380 #park min su #se mi x park min su #se mi #smut

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mxnhoo · 9 months ago

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when i first saw you. (k. sn) - ch1

synopsis : a handsome man you saw at the cafe you worked at simply became more than a stranger to you. genre : romance, angst??? (idk LOL), sunoo is the same age as the reader, sunoo is extremely sweet pairing : kim sunoo x reader (ft seungmin and jeongin from skz) w/c : 3.3k a/n : i wrote this for a customer who i served once and he made my heart explode in the 2-3 minutes i was interacted w him. spoiler alert, i never saw him again, LOL. my love life seems pretty tragic. ALSOOO this entire week i'm busy, and the week after my school is resuming so i'll have lesser free time :( i'll be less active, but i'll try to write when i can! originally i wanted to release this all in 1 part but i dont really have time to finish it and i wanted to feed ya'll with some content for now! hope ya'll enjoy this~

chapter 2 (in the making)

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You groaned looking at your updated work schedule on your phone screen. Once again, you were being forced to work longer hours than what you requested for in your part-time job.

"They even said I'd only be working 5 hours for the entire week, are you fucking serious?" Your eyebrows were furrowed, and you groaned, leaning your head back to rest your head against the headboard of your bed.

You were a university student that was working a part-time job to earn some extra cash, and your school schedule typically wasn't hectic, so you usually you'd be able to work a lot every week.

However, it just so happened that the few weeks you requested to work only a bit, the higher-ups just had to ignore your request and give you your usual working hours. Why do you want to work lesser these few weeks? It's because it was period of time where projects are starting to be announced, exams were coming up, and you desperately needed just a few weeks to just mentally prepare and finish up last-minute things.

But oh well. You lose your time, but earn more money. A win is a win. All you needed to figure out now was how to manage your time well since you had juggle your school, physical and work life.

Entering the cafe you worked at, you greeted your colleagues and flashed at the smile at the customers that came by often. Walking into the staff room, you placed your belongings on one of the tables at the corner. You tied up your hair into a low ponytail, and placed a cap over your head, wearing an apron afterwards. You quickly checked your phone to do a time check.

5:56p.m.

Your shift ends at 11, and you have about 5 hours and 4 minutes to go. You became irritated remembering the fact that if the higher-ups had respected your request, you could've been at home by 8, but what can you do? You let out a quick sigh before keeping your phone in your bag and punching your card.

You worked as a barista at the cafe near your school, and the experience wasn't really that bad — you could even say that it was quite a fun job, but sometimes the timings they made you work and the last-minute requests from your colleagues to cover them up pissed you off. Especially today, since you had just gotten 2 new projects and 1 assignment.

Seriously man, your cafe should seriously get more employees. The way they were relying on you was crazy.

You stepped out into the working station, and realised that the cafe was pretty packed. It was quite normal since it was peak hour, and you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the customers you would have to deal with in a while.

"Hi! Could I get your order?"

"Hello! What would you like to order?"

"Anything else for you, sir?"

"Thank you, see you again!"

"I'll bring this right at your table! You can go sit down!"

"What seems to be the problem here?"

"Could I get your name for your drink?"

It was task, after task, after task, and you would be lying if you said you weren't exhausted. You were completely overstimulated, and you felt that if something small were to go wrong you'd literally explode. Sweat ran down your forehead as your eyes struggled to stay open.

Time check : 9:58p.m. 2 minutes to closing.

You were extremely relieved that the entire cafe was empty, and that it was just you and your colleagues. You leaned against the counter as you closed your eyes, finally having a chance to rest after a hectic day of work. Your 2 colleagues were in the staff room, chilling before it was time to do closing.

You were feeling relaxed, until you heard the chimes of the bell ring, indicating the door was opening. You instantly felt ticked off, pissed off at the fact that someone was coming in JUST 2 minutes before closing.

"Fucking hell." you mumbled to yourself before releasing a deep breath and walking towards the counter, head hanging low from exhaustion.

"Hello! Could I get a chocolate milkshake?" a deep voice spoe out.

Are you fucking serious? You came in this late just for a chocolate milkshake?

"Okay! Sure! Anything else?!" you quickly shot your head up looking at the figure in front of you, eyebrows slightly furrowed and your tone sounding annoyed.

Next thing you know, your eyebrows were raised, and your heart practically skipped a beat. The figure standing in front of you was a male. Not just any male, an extremely attractive one.

He was tall, his shoulders were broad, his eyebrows were straight, his nose bridge was high, his eyes were extremely pretty, his lips were soft and glossy, his clear glasses that framed his face so perfectly, his fringe perfectly falling onto his forehead, and his ear piercings making him seem more attractive. The cherry on top was how well he dressed and how good he smelled — he smelled like vanilla.

Fuck. Out of all people, I just had to lash out at this... flawless man.

You thought his smile would drop from the way you replied to him, but his smile remained plastered onto your face, making your heart beat even faster. Fuck? He was so attractive?

"Nope, that's all!" he said cheerfully.

Oh. My. God.

You were discovering something new about yourself, and it was the fact that you liked happy and soft boys. Typically, all the boys you went for had a gangster vibe, but none of them had you flustered at the first meeting like this.

You gulped as you nodded, eyes breaking the eye contact as you nervously keyed his item into the cash register.

"T-that will be $6.40." you said, trying to put up a professional front, but the nervousness in your tone giving you away.

"I'll pay by cash!" he spoke out again, his voice making your heart skip a beat.

You nodded again, looking at him as he takes out his wallet. You glanced down at his hands, and boy oh boy were they pretty too. His fingers were long and slender, different to what you usually liked — short(er) and veiny. He took out the exact amount and offered it to you, maintaining his pretty smile.

You nervously smiled at him as you took the money from it, putting it into the cash register and a receipt came out.

"N-name?" you whispered nervously. "What?" "Y-your name? For the drink." "Oh! Sunoo, my name is Sunoo!"

You were writing down his name on the receipt, but you spelled it as 'Sunoh' and your handwriting was all ugly too. Sunoo took notice to it.

"Ah! No that's not how you spell it."

Without any warning, he leaned closer to you, holding and guiding your hand that was holding the pen to write his name correctly. Fuck, the handwriting was still terrible but at this point you didn't care. Did he just technically hold your hand?

At this point, blood was rushing to your face and you were blinking at him, completely flustered and confused. After you two finished writing his name, he leaned back, smiling at you again. You blinked at him a few more times before you stood up properly and nodded, walking away to make his drink (and almost tripping a few times).

The entire time you were making his drink, you could feel his gaze on you and it was causing you to make a few spillages here and there. Your colleagues opened the staff room door, causing you to jump and spill even more.

"Oh, we still have customers?" your colleague, Jeongin, spoke out. Jeongin was one year younger than you, but you both bonded well and hung out sometimes outside your part time job regardless.

If you were still angry, you would've just lashed out at Jeongin for scaring you since you and him were pretty close, but the way you were so flustered, you just quietly nodded at him, continuing to make the chocolate milkshake the pretty boy wanted.

"Oh hey! It's Sunoo!" your other colleague, Seungmin, spoke out. Seungmin was the same age as you, and you both shared a few classes. You watched as Seungmin walked out of the working station to dap Sunoo up.

"You know him?" Jeongin questioned. "Yeah! Him and I are in the same classes and hang out!" Seungmin replied, then turned back to Sunoo "First time visiting?" "Mmm'yeah!" Sunoo replied, his voice making your heart beat faster.

Not wanting to eavesdrop further, you continue to make Sunoo's drink, feeling less tense since Sunoo had something else to focus on instead of you.

The boys continue to have their conversation, and after a while, you finally finished making Sunoo's drink. You sprayed the whipping cream and placed the dome lid, placing a straw inside and turning your back to serve Sunoo his drink.

"Your drink." you said coldly, not trying to make your feelings obvious. "Thank you!" he flashed you another smile before taking the drink into his hand.

He was about to walk out until Seungmin called out to him. "Hey, leaving so soon? Wait until we close~"

You watched as he turned back, his hair slightly moving. You thought you were hallucinating, but his gaze shifted to you for a few seconds, then back to Seungmin.

"Nah, I have to get started on the project."

The project? Was he in the same class as Seungmin? Wouldn't that mean Sunoo would be in the same class as you as well? If he was in the same class, why have you never noticed him at all? He definitely would've stood out to you?

Seungmin's voice broke your train of thought. "Boriiiing.. anyways, i'll see you in class", he quickly turned to you "and Y/N too, since she's in our class!"

Sunoo turned back to you, nodding and grinning at you. Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest.

"I'll see you both then!" Sunoo announced, before leaving, the door bell chimes ringing once again as the door opened and closed.

Your eyes blinked as you processed what had just happened. You had just met a flawless man, who had apparently been in your class for the semester and you had absolutely no clue at all.

Jeongin started clapping, "Chop chop, time to get back to work and get the fuck outta here."

You slowly nodded, still in a daze as you slowly moved. The 3 of you started cleaning up and doing your usual tasks for closing.

You couldn't sleep. At all. Your dark eyebags were painfully obvious that even someone could notice from a distance. You were sitting in class, waiting for the lecture to start and you were about to fall asleep, until someone spoke right beside you.

"Gyar!" a loud voice instantly woke you up, frightening you and you quickly sit up, eyes widened as you look at the person who did it.

Kim Seungmin.

"God Seungmin! You didn't have to scare me like that!" your heart was beating fast from the adrenaline, and you playfully smacked Seungmin on the shoulder. Behind Seungmin you could see a familiar figure sitting down. It was the person who kept you all night, oh my lord.

Sunoo looked at you and smiled, "Hey, don't scare her like that!" he said, playfully scolding Seungmin.

Seungmin stuck his tongue out to Sunoo playfully before looking back at you.

"Why are you here..?" you asked, puzzled at the fact both Seungmin and Sunoo were sitting beside you.

"We have the same classes.. duh.." "I know! But like.. why here?" you were referring to the fact that they were sitting beside you. "Ohhhh. I mean in class I usually sit with Sunoo, but since you two know each other now, I just thought that the 3 of us could sit together now?" Seungmin said, an innocent smile on his face.

'two know each other', '3 of us sit together'. No freaking way, you were going to be hanging out with Sunoo now. You blinked your eyes at him before you slowly nodded.

"Y/N" a soft voice spoke out, and it belonged to Sunoo. You instantly shot your head up to look at the pretty boy.

"Are you okay? Did you not get enough sleep?" his voice so comforting and soothing, if you could you would've slept to it.

"N-nah I'm good. I slept properly" — you didn't. "She always looks like that though" Seungmin teased, giggling at you as you glared at him and playfully smacked him again. Sunoo laughed at the two of you, and before you knew it, the professor came in indicating that class was starting. You opened your laptop, ready to take down notes.

Halfway into the class, Seungmin, who was in between you and Sunoo, was already dead asleep. Boy was softly snoring as he rested his head on the table. Gosh, so much for the boy who was just making fun of you earlier.

You heard sounds of the chair dragging near you, and you didn't question it, attentively listening during class. Suddenly, from the side of your view, you saw the chair beside you being dragged, and Sunoo sitting down beside you. Your eyebrows raised as you watched Sunoo sit himself beside you. He looked at you and whispered "I didn't understand this part, could you explain to me?" as he pointed to something on your laptop screen. You gulped as you nodded, starting to explain the concept to him.

The entire time you were explaining the concept to him, he maintained eye contact and constantly nodded, letting you know that he was listening attentively. He was tilting his neck the entire time and the way he looked was so attractive, it was impressive that you managed to even explain it to him properly.

"Thanks Y/N! You're pretty smart" he complimented, giving you a smile that never failed to make you go insane.

You smiled back at him, and was about to focus back to the lecture, until he spoke again.

"Are you working again today?" "Ah.. Um, yeah I am. Why?" "Ooh okay! I'll drop by later, then!"

Considering how tired you were, you were dreading work. But the fact that Sunoo said that he'd come by made you feel excited for work. You smiled, "okay, I'll see you then".

After this class, it was lunch, then 1 more class and you would be off to work. Seungmin suggested that the 3 of you would eat together, and so the 3 of you were off to one of the nearby food courts.

"What are you buying, Y/N?" Sunoo questioned, looking at you. "I think I'll just buy some banana bread, I'm not that hungry right now." "Are you sure? You might get hungry later" his voice sounding concerned.

You hummed in response, nodding your head. The way he was looking after you, it made your chest feel fuzzy. If he wouldn't mind you would've kissed him by now.

When the 3 of you sat down, you ate the banana bread that you bought from a nearby convenience store and Seungmin and Sunoo were both eating proper meals. Sunoo would occassionally share his food with you and even feed you. His body language was giving you so much hope, but you didn't want to rush it considering you only met the boy yesterday.

After this, you went to class alone since both of them had different classes. As soon as class ended, you rushed to work, feeling excited at the fact that you were gunna see Sunoo later.

Should I prepare his chocolate milkshake in advance? What if he orders something different? What if I prepare it too early and all the ice melts?

You entered your workplace, being cheerful as you greeted everyone and your colleagues. Today, you were working with Jeongin and someone else you weren't particularly close with. You punched your card 5 minutes early and started working, shooting your head up to the door everytime the door bell chimes rang, looking out for Sunoo.

Sounds of the bell chimed, and you looked up, finally seeing the figure you had been so eager to see, but he was beside someone. Another girl. Your smile instantly dropped, and you instantly looked away, trying to find different tasks to do to keep yourself occupied so your other colleagues would serve him in your place.

As you were cleaning the working station, a voice called out to you.

"Y/N!" you recognised this voice, and it was Sunoo's one.

You slowly brought your head up, instantly making eye contact as he gave you his usual smile. The girl beside him also looking at you and smiling.

"Ah, hey." your tone sounding cold as you slowly waved to him. "Could we order?" he questioned, still smiling.

You wanted to push your other colleagues to do this, but you realised that they were both occupied. You sighed as you went to the counter to serve him.

"Chocolate milkshake?" You stated, raising one eyebrow. "Yup, make it two!" he replied.

Who even likes chocolate milkshakes?

You rolled your eyes, annoyed at the response. You were clearly jealous and was trying to push him away.

You nodded, keying in their order into the cash register.

"$12.80." "Okay!" He handed out cash to you in exact.

You nodded at him as you took the money and put it in the cash register, giving him the receipt before moving away to make his order. Fuck, you were feeling bitter as hell.

After a while, you were done making the drinks, and called out his name so he could pick up his drinks. Initially, him and the girl were seated at one corner of the cafe, and when he heard you call him, he quickly got up and walked towards the pick-up station while carrying a small plastic bag.

"Thanks!" he glanced at you, before he slowly slid the plastic bag to you on the counter. "And here's some extra food in case you got hungry.. since you didn't eat much earlier"

You looked at him in surprise at his thoughtfulness. For a quick second, your heart was filled with warmth until your eyes quickly travelled to the girl he came in with, sitting down.

"You didn't.. have to. It's okay." you slid the plastic bag back to him, but he quickly slid it back to you. "Nope, I bought it specifically for you. Please have it." he quickly took the chocolate milkshakes that he ordered and made his way back to his seat before you could rebut. You watched him as he sat down and you sighed, taking the plastic bag in defeat.

You looked inside the plastic bag, and it contained all sorts of breads from the convenience store. Banana, chocolate, vanilla, blueberry bread. Why did he have to be so thoughtful?

Your heart felt warm, but you tried to brush those feelings away.

That girl was definitely his girlfriend right? I should stop talking to him before my feelings for him become even more serious.

You exhaled, as you continued your work, occasionally glancing at Sunoo and the girl. Your happy mood from the start of work quickly crashed down, and you dreaded work even more, anticipating the end of today's shift.

Work was even more hectic today, and once it was the end of your shift, you were thanking the Gods above. Unfortunately, Sunoo was still there, and apparently, he was alone?

When did that girl leave..? I didn't even notice.

As you were about to step out, you heard footsteps approaching you and someone grabbed your wrist.

"Could I take you home? It's late and all.. " You weren't surprised that it was Sunoo, but his request caught you off-guard. "No, I'm okay. Thanks." "Please?"

You turned to face him properly, and his eyes were pleading you to accept his request. You were so confused. Why did he want to walk you home? Did he wait for you? Where did the other girl go?

After thinking for a while, you finally responded. "Fine."

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iamthepulta · 5 months ago

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How competitive was the copper market? Would Ea-Nasir have been one of many sellers of broadly equivalent status all trying to make a buck, like how one town might have six building firms all competing for work, or would he have had a near-monopoly like Starbucks? Would he have been a sole trader who brokered deals between mines and consumers, or would he have managed a warehouse with employees and held stock, etc?

Oh SHIT, I never answered this and it got lost in my drafts! I'm so sorry.

This is a fantastic question! Just to flesh out the picture of the trade in the day: Bronze is an alloy of copper (Cu) with either arsenic (As) or tin (Sn). Arsenic is a common unwanted element in copper deposits, and copper-arsenic-oxide (Cu-As-O) minerals look very similar to plain copper minerals. However, tin (Sn) occurs in very different, rarer, geologic environments, and thus must be sourced from different areas.

Likewise, As-Bronze is less malleable than copper, but not by much; arsenic ions are about the same size. Tin ions form good bronze because they're larger than the copper ions and prevent the metal from freely deforming, so it was prioritized for weapons and tools. Arsenic was used when tin wasn't available.

Ur was known for being one of the best cities for bronzework during the Bronze Age: metalworking services were in high demand, and they were the center of the copper, arsenic, and tin trades. Copper from Oman (or Cyprus, as their industry was developing more at the time), tin from Afghanistan, Southeast Asia, or Turkey, (depending on which archaeologist you talk to), and arsenic from India or Egypt.

So yeah, as a middleman, Ea-Nasir probably had numerous competitors who procured copper from Oman, particularly from the halfway point in Qatar, and then sent it back to Ur. Also referencing the plural translation "-those of the people who travel to Dilmun-", although likely only a few of those merchants were chosen to sell to the temple/government. (But that's speculation. Maybe the temple picked one person a year? Maybe copper tithes meant there was usually supply, and it was only this year during war the temple picked Ea-Nasir to buy from.)

It's also quite possible there were people doing copper business like Ea-Nasir further up the Tigris and Euphrates closer to Cyprus, and there were definitely specialist merchants for arsenic-copper and tin procurement. Once the copper was in the city, his buyers were refiners and metallurgists who made the bronze or copper wares that were purchased/exported throughout the Middle East.

As for employees and stock, I honestly don't know. But from the letters, it sounds like he was stretched rather thin, and he was dealing with buyers' messengers himself. So I wouldn't be surprised (although this is speculation) if it was just him and perhaps a servant/slave of the period to handle things in Ur while he was in Dilmun.

[Image References under the cut]

meme from r/historymemes

Peterson, 2012. Forging Social Networks: Metallurgy and the Politics of Value in Bronze Age Eurasia. The Archaeology of Power and Politics in Eurasia. Cambridge University Press. DOI: https://doi.org/10.1017/CBO9781139061186.018

Content References within my other Ea-Nasir writeups under iamthepulta: #mining history, or #ea nasir

#copper #metallurgy #mining history #trade #bronze age #ea nasir #Technically arsenic bronze would bend afaik but the meme was too funny not to include.

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emirichan · 3 months ago

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this is how i hc ipc employees are on sns

#hsr ipc #hsr #interastral peace corporation #honkai star rail #hsr aventurine

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miumura · 2 years ago

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WRONG ORDER? — EMPLOYEE CONTACTS !

PROFILE ONE — underpaid, overworked staff

[ STAFF ONLY ROOM ! ]

EMPLOYEE ONE — YN

pretty tired of your own job — all because of this one customer.. if changmin threatened to fire you, you’d probably take the offer. it was that bad.

MANAGER — CHANGMIN

threatens to fire people (read: chanhee) for the shit n giggles. you never know when he actually means it bc he says it 24/7.

EMPLOYEE TWO — CHANHEE

so-called “drink master” . clearly false when he poisoned a customer by accident…but hey, their fault for asking for a special drink made by chanhee himself!

EMPLOYEE THREE — XIAOTING

promotes mocha cafe a lot on sns! explains her huge following on most social media platforms. makes cute little designs on people’s drinks.

EMPLOYEE FOUR — LIZ

our mood maker! just an extremely cheerful person — although she may be a bit clumsy at times … makes cute pasteries n suggest things to make up for it!

previous — next — masterlist

💭 — never giggled sm when making profiles

ENHA PERM TAGLIST 1 (☕️) — @flwoie @ixomiyu @yenavrse @shinsou-rii @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @yenqa @dimplewonie @bubblytaetae @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @starcubes @starikizs @wonioml @chirokookie @xiaoderrrr @neozon3nha @en-chantedtomeetyou @millksea @enhaz1 @eundiarys @woon2u @ja4hyvn @judeduartewannabe @j-wyoung @thia-aep @vampcharxter @softpia @officiallyjaehyuns @itsactuallylina @hsheart @sweetjaemss @ahnneyong @hanienie @jwnghyuns @kpoplover718 @jiawji @rikizm @haknom @yeokii @wvnkoi @whoschr @teddywonss @shinunoga-iie-wa @flwrshee @skzenhalove @misokei @s00buwu @ox1-lovesick @miercerise @litttlestars @enhapocketz

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guzhufuren · 2 years ago

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Favourite VegasPete Fics pt.3 (in alphabetical order) full rec list

1. baby got bounce by @lu-sn https://archiveofourown.org/series/3540850

As a present for Vegas, Pete learns how to twerk. & Pete's adventures as an amateur pole dancer.

2. clouded with dirt by @sapphicblight https://archiveofourown.org/works/46274284

Prompt: "No, I'm not dating your brother." As they wait for Vegas to wake from his coma, Macau tries to figure out what Pete means to Vegas. Pete would like to know, as well.

3. discothéque rouge by @lu-sn https://archiveofourown.org/works/44019583

Vegas is here at this night club on a job, and he really, really doesn't want to be. Then everything goes sideways — in a good way.

4. Five-Star Southpaw https://archiveofourown.org/works/46009846

When Vegas is handed the keys to a failing major family hotel and told to bring it back to life, he knows it’s not a gift, or a test, or even an opportunity to prove himself. It’s a taunt. It’s a way to set him up for failure so everyone can rub his nose in the shitshow he’s left with, defeated and inferior to his cousins like always. It’s the death sentence of his pride in a gilded cage. But misery loves company and all that, and he finds a surprisingly fitting cellmate in an unassuming looking employee named Pete. Now if only he could get Pete to stop playing hard to get, this cage could become a lot more comfortable.

5. he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain by @hawkshadowwrites https://archiveofourown.org/works/45435295

Vegas pulls the cloth off his head and Pete’s suspicions are confirmed when the look on Vegas’s face is pure alarm and confusion, not pride and satisfaction. “What—” Vegas says as the same time Pete all but moans. “Fuck me,” Pete whines, high and desperately needy. His hips buck up against Vegas’s thigh and he whines again. “Khun Vegas.” — Or; an ep 4 auction au where Pete drinks the drugged water meant for Porsche and gets grabbed by Vegas instead.

6. it’s so sweet (knowing you love me) https://archiveofourown.org/works/46458253

“You’re smaller than me,” Pete suddenly announces- simpering like a fox in the henhouse right in Vegas’ face. aka the 5 times Pete makes Vegas feel tiny + the 1 time he feels tinier

7. Mansions and Mafiosi by @blackwatervial https://archiveofourown.org/works/46604890

Vegas overhears that someone called Pete is looking for a Dungeon Master. Vegas is convinced that he’s the man for the job – he both has a dungeon and is a master. But when he turns up at Pete’s place expecting hot stuff (sex), he instead gets hot stuff (8d6 fire damage). OR The Vegaspete DnD AU no one knew they needed

8. no rest for the wicked by @itsbinghebitch https://archiveofourown.org/works/45520291

Pete has long left Thailand. He is now living the American dream, working long hours to make his rich clients richer and himself more miserable than ever. But when his best friend Porsche invites him to his destination wedding to the mysterious Kinn, Pete finds himself suddenly thrown into the world of the Theerapanyakul family, the silent machinations underpinning their wealth, and Kinn’s cousin Vegas—who, for reasons unknown, has made it his mission to tear down every assumption Pete holds about his life. — resort romance AU where Kinn & co are still mafia (except Pete doesn't know)

9. sub(stitute) by @blackwatervial https://archiveofourown.org/works/46102267

Pete needs a fake-boyfriend for a casino party. Vegas needs to secure a deal with a casino owner. Everyone knows where this is going.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #vegaspete fic recs #kinnporsche fic recs #fics #fic recs #recs #kpedit #mine #mygifs #userboots #taggingmarion #userspicy #kinnporschesource #dailyvegaspete #thank you to all the beautiful writers <33 you darlings mean everything to me

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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 15 - Ketchuped To Hell

Company Employee A: I’m so sorry to bother you.

Company Employee A: We’ve been able to handle English-speaking and Asian countries just fine, but this region is a little more difficult for us and there aren’t many people in the company who would be able to help…

Company Employee A: I’ve been considering outsourcing, but I haven’t gotten approval yet. Please, can you at least make sure there aren’t any parts that could be misunderstood in the machine translation?

Chikage: That I can do easily.

Chikage: …

*Typing*

Chikage: (So this is the final document.)

Chikage: --.

Chikage: (...Same last name and everything. I still hate myself for reacting to it out of reflex.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsumugi: It’s been quite a while since the voting period for the final selection started, and yet the notices of debut performances aren’t showing any signs of stopping.

Kazunari: And there are still just as many new troupe and troupe member recruitment notices too~.

Kumon: That reminds me, there was a kid in one of my classes that said they were thinking about starting to do theater.

Tsumugi: It seems like the more people are exposed to the opportunity, the more people become interested in it.

Tenma: And because of the SNS Votes, more and more theater companies are shifting their focus to streaming.

Omi: While working on a photoshoot the other day, I met someone who works in the film industry and they said they’ve suddenly been really busy lately.

Yuki: A lot of people’s impressions from overseas are starting to pop up online.

Tasuku: The new Fleur Award really is helping to bring life to the world of theater, just like they said at the first press conference.

Azuma: It’s especially amazing considering things have only just begun.

Sakyo: Yukio-san is the type of guy to be in the eye of the storm when it comes to theater.

Guy: With the increased attention on it, he and Kamikizaka must be very busy doing various interviews.

Sakyo: Well, I’m sure Reni-san’s handling it just fine.

Yuki: The number of reviews on the theater forums has gone through the roof, but a good chunk of them are pretty scathing.

Yuki: Even performances done by famous theater companies and playwrights are getting stuff like, “I couldn’t understand the dialogue because they talked too fast, but the costumes were cute, I guess.”

Yuki: And “It suddenly turned into a contemporary dance thing and I had no clue what it was supposed to mean, but overall it was interesting.”

Azami: Honest but harsh, I guess.

Sakyo: They probably didn’t understand the stylistic beauty of that troupe, so it’s likely just them being candid on their first time seeing them perform.

Tsuzuru: They’re interesting to read, but I fear the day they come after us.

Sakuya: I wonder what they’re gonna say about us…

Izumi: Let’s not overthink things and start catastrophizing. We’ll be fine as long as we be ourselves.

Itaru: Right. If we worry about it too much and disappoint our existing fans, we’ll become the harbingers of our own doom.

Yuki: Well, it’s probably best that we all limit ourselves when it comes to reading reviews.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Yuzo: Mornin’.

Tsuzuru: Good morning.

Sakuya: Good morning! We’ll do our best today!

Izumi: Sorry to do this when you’re busy preparing things for your own troupe, Yuzo-san.

Yuzo: It ain’t a problem.

Itaru: Have you figured your attack plan for the Fleur Award on your end, Yuzo-san?

Yuzo: We’re just gonna do what we always do. That said, we got our asses kicked durin’ the pre-votin’.

Izumi: MANKAI Company placed 70th.

Yuzo: We were 103rd.

Sakuya: Furinkazan was!?

Tsuzuru: Even though you’re so popular your tickets sell out every show and you have a pretty solid fan base…

Yuzo: That’s ‘cause most of our fans are older.

Yuzo: So most of ‘em didn’t even know the pre-votin’ existed or if they did know, they didn’t know how to do it.

Yuzo: It’s gonna be a tough battle, but we’ve gotta fight in it in our own way.

Yuzo: Well, this ain’t the end of things, so we’re gonna take it at our own pace and not try to rush it.

Yuzo: But that’s just Yukio-san throwin’ us curveballs in the same way he always does. The things that guy comes up with never fails to amaze me.

Izumi: Haha… that’s him, alright.

Yuzo: Well then, if you’re all ready, then let’s get things started.

Sakuya: Okay! We’ll do our best!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Yuzo: …

Izumi: What do you think…?

Izumi: (I haven’t felt this kind of nervousness in a long while…)

Yuzo: Haaah… You’re as stiff as ever.

Yuzo: Given it’s a sequel to your debut performance, there ain’t any problems with the way you’re interpretin’ the roles, but overall, you’re fightin’ spirit just ain’t there.

Yuzo: Tsuzuru, you’re still havin’ your doubts about the script, and that’s why you’re not fully focused on the play, ain’t it?

Tsuzuru: …Yes.

Yuzo: And the rest of ya are too focused on wantin’ to put on a good performance to get the results ya need for the rankings.

Yuzo: ‘Course, puttin’ on a good performance does matter, but you guys should damn well know that by now.

Yuzo: Above all, you should think about what ya wanna convey and accomplish with this performance again.

Yuzo: Do ya wanna earn your spot in the rankings or do you wanna show off your growth…

Sakuya: --.

Yuzo: ‘Course, there’s nothin’ wrong with wantin’ recognition. But if that’s all you’re doin’ it for, then you’re just earnin’ points.

Yuzo: You’ll end up bein’ consumed by thoughts like, “If we do this, we’ll be more popular and get more points” or “If we do that, we can get some extra points”-- But what we’re doin’ is theater. It ain’t a competition.

Yuzo: What is a Spring Troupe play to you guys? What are you doin’ this for? Who’re you doin’ this for?

Yuzo: You’re doin’ a sequel of your debut play. What did that play mean to all of you back then?

Yuzo: If you’re gonna do a sequel to your debut performance, maybe it’s best ya go back to those origins and give ‘em a look over again.

Yuzo: …But do it with some caution, yeah?

Izumi: (I wonder if Yuzo-san is also pretty worried about the new Fleur Award.)

Izumi: (No, I’m sure companies other than Yuzo-san’s are worried too… We’re not alone in this.)

Izumi: (What place does our troupe have in the rapidly changing world of theater…)

Izumi: (Maybe we need to rethink the path we’re going to take.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Citron: It has been a long time since we have been ketchuped to hell like that~.

Masumi: Criticized to hell?

Itaru: His kindness stat has been upped since back then, though.

Chikage: Isn’t that because of how much he approves of us?

Masumi: But that just makes fixing the parts he doesn’t approve of that much harder.

Sakuya: There… really is no easy answer, huh? Our Spring Troupe’s acting… our origin…

Tsuzuru: Who would’ve thought it’d be so hard just to be ourselves?

Chikage: Because sometimes you’re not the one to understand yourself the best.

Izumi: We decided to do this sequel in order to go back to our roots and remember where we started…

Izumi: So, what do you all think was the best part about Spring Troupe back during the first RomiJuli?

Sakuya: To be entirely honest with myself, my acting skills were horrible. All I had back then was my desire to act.

Tsuzuru: But you’ve still got that desire even now.

Sakuya: Yeah! If anything, I love and cherish theater even more than I did back then.

Masumi: So I wonder what we’re “lacking” now.

Itaru: I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m way more absorbed into theater than I was back then, at least.

Chikage: Our bonds as Spring Troupe have deepened and we’ve all improved too.

Citron: I do not feel like we are lacking anything~…

Masumi: But I get what Yuzo was saying.

Tsuzuru: Same here… He was right about me not being able to shake my hesitation about the script, too.

Chikage: Differences from our debut performance, huh…? For better or worse, this is no longer our “first time” on stage.

Itaru: You mean like our freshness is gone, or something? Well, there is a certain something about an author’s debut work, I guess.

Sakuya: You can only have one “first time”, so it’s not something you can do again, huh…

Tsuzuru: So, does that mean that, in a way, we’ll never be able to surpass our debut performance…?

Itaru: Sad, but true.

Masumi: Something that can’t be surpassed despite our improvement, huh…

Itaru: The impact of a first time and a blissfully unaware, reckless drive do have a certain power to them.

Sakuya: Hmm…

Izumi: …

Izumi: (Everyone seems gloomy now.)

Izumi: Let’s let this problem sit for a bit and each think about it more individually. We’ll have another meeting about it some other day.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha.

Itaru: …Yeah.

*Phone buzzes*

Sakuya: Ah--.

Izumi: The meeting’s over, so you’re okay to go and take that.

Sakuya: Sorry, excuse me, then.

*Footsteps*

Sakuya: --Hello, Sakuma speaking. I appreciate your call.

Sakuya: Um, I’m so sorry. About that…

*Door closes*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Iv: maintenance’s been extended

shiki: I have more exams tomorrow, so I probably won’t be able to play much today.

Iv: our’s start on thurs

Kar: Good luck

Iv: don’t you got em too?

Kar: Started the day before yesterday

Iv: oh, so you’ve already started

shiki: Cool about it as ever.

momo has entered the chat.

Kar: Yo

shiki: You’re late today.

Iv: you got exams too, momo?

momo: Ran away from home

Kar: Way to change the mood lmao

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#a3!#a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #itaru chigasaki #citron #chikage utsuki #// was a little unsure of going with that as the title by my beloved friends assured me that it was funny

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