#the two of you definitely went at it in dottore’s office lol

[merakiui]

HELP KUNIKUWU HAS ME IN A GRASP. A horny take BUT imagine if during the party you ended up forgetting some things at the office and need to return. Out of curiosity, Kuni follows in pursuit. Maybe both of you are tipsy so he gradually gets the courage to confess in a very.. heated.. way. Taking you against your own employers desk 👉👈

OOOO YES YES! OTL

It’s even better if you hardly remember that night come the next day. >:) you wake up in Kuni’s house, bundled up in blankets on a very comfortable king-sized bed and there’s water and some medicine on the bedside table. Kuni’s already up, scrolling through a tablet and cataloguing last month’s expenses, and you’re hit with so much horror when you walk through his house and find him sitting at the kitchen bar, working his afternoon away.

The night is very hazy. You remember you got into a drinking competition with Tartaglia—a foolish endeavor considering he knows very well how to hold his alcohol and will never back down from a challenge. And then Dottore was talking about some files or something—it’s hard to remember—and you’d realized at that moment that you forgot to pack your work folder into your briefcase on your way out. You’d been so excited for the party and ringing in the New Year that you left work in a hurry. So you’d gone back to the office and…that’s it.

Common sense tells you that you definitely found your way to Kuni at some point and that the two of you made it back to his place. But you’re not naked. In fact, you’re wearing one of Kuni’s shirts. The picture becomes increasingly clear the more you dwell on these details and you feel so terrible for dragging him into your mess, even if it was a mess the both of you probably enjoyed. But when you confront him and sincerely apologize, he looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head.

“We didn’t do anything. You were intoxicated and that old fool wasn’t going to bring you home, and you were too far gone to articulate your address. So I brought you here,” Kuni explains, his eyes never leaving his screen. “And then you threw up on yourself and I couldn’t just let you sleep in my nice, comfortable bed when you were so filthy. So I changed your clothes for you and you fell asleep the minute your head hit the pillow. That’s all.”

His response is so concise that it’s hard to find any fault in it. It sounds reasonable, even if the part about him undressing you while you were just barely conscious unnerves you a little.

“I believe I’m owed a ‘thank you’ after all the trouble I endured,” he snaps, and this time his head lifts to look you in the eyes.

“O-Oh, right! Thank you…and I’m sorry. This is kind of awkward right now, so I’ll just…be on my way. Just tell me where my clothes are and I’ll change and we’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”

What a way to start your New Year…

Kuni agrees and tells you exactly where you can find your clothes, which have been washed and folded in a neat pile. The fabric smells of lilacs and vanilla and you heave a relieved sigh as you change. Yet something doesn’t feel right. You’re not sure what it is, but the feeling that there’s something else going on persists when you observe his spacious master bedroom. Surely you’re just overthinking things. You don’t even have any visible markings or love bites. Maybe you’re too hungover and paranoid.

Paranoid. Why are you paranoid? What’s there to be paranoid about?

Kuni bids you a terse farewell. See you at work. Right. Work. He’s your superior and yet he took such good care of you. He didn’t have to do that. You’ve always thought he was a grumpy man with a bad temperament, but the fact that he went out of his way to help you when you were too drunk to do much of anything is…nicer than you’d expect from him.

When you’re gone, Kuni releases an exhausted sigh. Thankfully his shirt covers the scratch marks on his back… Honestly, you’re so troublesome sometimes. Do you have any idea just how much he loves you? You did—last night, that is—but you don’t remember. Of course not. Why would you? He was foolish to think any of his tipsy confession would stick with you. But it’s not as if this is a step in the wrong direction. He got to see a new side of you last night and he was able to touch and kiss and love you. And you’d told him the sweetest things. There’s no way you could ever betray him when you’re in such a state.

But in the event that you do, there’s a special room in his expensive penthouse that’s awaiting a permanent tenant.