eleven.
warning; ✨smut✨ 1k words.
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“s- sir...”
your voice was barely a whisper, almost inaudible in your boss’s large office. if it weren’t for his arm that’s tightly clasped around your waist from behind, you would’ve been on the floor by now with how harsh he was being.
how you went from being ignored all day by your boss to having him finger you in the middle of his office, you have no idea but it’s happening and you’re on the verge of falling apart.
thanks to him.
his fingers are just like how you remembered. they’re so, so much longer compared to yours, they make you feel so much fuller, so much better. it’s like a sick addiction, your body secretly craving for him after just one night in the hotel. it’s crazy, you know, but the thought of him hadn’t left your mind since.
“i heard you and nicholas had a good time,” his voice is low, intimidation lacing his tone. perhaps you’re crazy but you swear he sounded jealous, like he’s expecting a specific answer.
like no sir.
you open your mouth to reply but the way he suddenly flicks his thumb across your clit has you throwing out any sane thoughts left. right out the window.
your reaction has him with a smug grin, obviously pleased with how easily you lose all senses over his touches, over his words, over him.
“go on, tell me. tell me how fun nicholas was.”
you pay no mind to his provoking words anymore as your body is once again put on overdrive, every part of you just ready to become undone. his fingers that were already so deep inside of you only digs further when you don’t reply, his pace becoming almost unbearable at this point.
your poor hands are clutching onto his arm for dear life, head resting back against his chest for some stability. everything is proving to be too much for you at this point. his lips by your ear, his strong hold around you, his fingers that are sliding in and out of you with so much ease... it was all driving you insane.
the way he suddenly curls his fingers has you immediately seeing white, your mind no longer able to function. it’s as if he knows everything about you only after touching you once, knowing just how to touch you, how to work you to have you a complete wreck for him.
he really is what everyone says he is. the best at everything.
you turn your head to look at him to see that he’s already gazing down at you. even from this angle that he looked breath taking, his sharp features literally glowing despite the dim lighting in the room.
your attention then falls to his lips that are just a breath away, they’re so close yet so far. so many times did he make you think he was going in for it, leaning in closer, breathing against your lips, to finally kiss you but... he doesn’t.
just like a few nights ago.
why won’t he kiss you?
“m- mr park i- i can’t-”
“you can.”
he moves even faster despite your pleas, as if wanting to see you break. to see you fall apart for him.
and you really do, your desperate whines and the sound of his fingers pushing against your juices fills his empty office as you finally come undone. you’re sure someone in the building must’ve heard you but you couldn’t care less, not when the rush felt this good.
a groan echoes through your throat as he suddenly pulls out of you, your insides clamping onto the abrupt emptiness. the man barely waits before pulling away from you entirely, his arms that was holding you up no longer there. it takes a moment for you to steady yourself, to realise he was now back behind his desk as if you weren’t standing there in the condition that you were.
you could feel your cheeks heat up, not because you literally just came on your boss’ fingers but from the embarrassment, from the thought of allowing him to do this to you. again. and so easily.
you don’t want to feel played but how can you not at this point?
“that is all miss park, good night.”
and you quickly turn towards the door, leaving behind your boss and any dignity you had left in his office.
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the clacking of your heels echoes loudly through the hallway as you try to run from the elevator to your desk, knowing damn well you’d rather potentially trip over yourself, than be even later than you already were.
“i’m so sorry tae! my alarm didn’t go off- oh?” you stop in your tracks once the person behind your desk looks up, revealing another face instead of your co-worker, “mr... wang?”
“well good morning to you too,” mr wang fakes an offended reaction before walking over to you, eyes blatantly focused on your outfit, “you look lovely today.”
“th- thank you mr wang.”
“it’d be a waste to keep you inside the office all day so you’re coming to lunch with me and jay later. no questions.”
before you could reply, your boss’ doors open up and there he stood with taehyun right behind. your eyes immediately meet, an instant reminder of what happened last night in his office. instead of feeling flustered like you usually would’ve, you simply looked away, not knowing how to feel at this point.
“we need to go somewhere now but i’ll come back to pick you up, say 11?” mr wang softly pats the top of your head before walking off, followed by mr park.
and that’s when you finally see the slightest hint of emotion on your boss’ face. of displease, his brows knotted together at the interaction between his friend and his assistant. you try to decipher the look on his face, to figure out what he’s truly thinking behind those stone cold eyes of his but like usual, you can’t.
the two disappear out of sight not long after, leaving you to finally let go of that one breath you didn’t even know you were holding the entire time.
you’re definitely not looking forward to lunch.
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want to know your thoughts about 2.2 and the massive sunday lore drop 😈 also ive read ur thoughts about him and yea now i know why i vibe with sunday immediately from the get go bc he reminds me of myself too 😭
OH MY GOD THE SUNDAY LORE DROP........ I have some things to add to my characterization of him now and MANY thins to say......... Also, since I'll be talking about spoilers, I'll put it under the cut!
Personally, I love contrasts and parallels when it comes to characters, so Sunday and Robin opposing each other's ideas of "harmony" and "dreams" and "paradise" and "freedom" is so good. I love how the bird metaphor comes into play (what do you do with a baby bird? cage it or let it fly free?) with Sunday, and how he decides that "order" is the best way to achieve a perfect paradise. I also love the religious themes with him, especially because Sunday is definitely a person who thinks suffering is a virtue. Bro read The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas and took it a little too seriously!!!
All jokes aside, I definitely think Sunday's emotional core is his sister. Like before he is the head of the Oak Family or even Sunday, he is Robin's brother. Their relationship is so integral to who he is, and it's hard to talk about him without talking about her. She's so important to him!!! Their promise to create a paradise is so dear to his heart, even if the way they want to achieve is different. I genuinely believe Robin is a stronger person than Sunday because he is the one trapped in the cage, and she's the one who tries to fly even if she stumbles, to bring back the metaphor. Where Robin's altruism leads her to help and inspire others, Sunday's altruism leads him to control and make choices for them.
There's something about how Robin believes in the inherent goodness of humanity, even when she gets hurt, and how Sunday is more nihilistic and pessimistic. He truly believes that the best way to make everyone happy is by trapping them in a dream, because reality is cruel and unfair, and people get hurt so easily, and the "strong" will not protect the "weak." Only in a dream can everyone be truly equal. There's an altruistic angle to his argument, but it's also inherently selfish, because he decides he's the one who knows best and is the only one who can carry out his plans to make everyone happy at his expense. Self-sacrifice is selfish, too, and Sunday gives me the vibes of the he has a more "divine" altruism that can only sympathize with others by condescending or looking down on them. Because people who you think need your protection are inherently less powerful/more weak than you.
If Robin is a singer, then he's a conductor. He knows best, and he'll willingly shoulder the burden of protecting the dream for the sake of others. This speaks to a lack of trust in people, too, and a deep streak of hyper-independence, where he can't rely on anyone else and prefers to do it all himself (because only he can do it right/only he should be the one to bear the burden of doing it). He's giving lonely oldest sibling martyr complex, and someone so set in his ways that you need to quite literally beat his ass to make him stop and see otherwise.
Now, I love messy characters, so when I interpret Sunday, I will lean into those messy aspects. I think he's someone who can't get close to others through conventional means, and it's exceedingly uncomfortable for him to be open. He's guarded and cagey, and he needs to express his emotions through 1000 layers of pretension, mind games and power plays (his favorite love languages) because it's never that simple with him!!! I think his feelings can be passionate, but in a way that's a little intense and all-consuming and manipulative <3 He thinks birds need to be kept in cages for their protection, after all, and the fear of the bird getting hurt means he's a very devoted warden.
(It must be mentioned he didn't try to dissuade Robin from leaving Penacony, but her getting shot frightened him and made him reconsider if he should have supported her so readily. His control issues stem from a fear of his loved ones getting hurt, but at the same time, he wants them to be happy more than anything. He's overprotective....)
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what's up with not calling me back?
this is great. we can have fun without the baggage.
is that how you see me?
Jordan Li
what's up with not calling me back?
this is great. we can have fun without the baggage.
is that how you see me?
Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader
Knocking on the door to Jordan's dorm, you waited a couple minutes before knocking again. You could hear shuffling inside, indicating the supe was still in their dorm room, but it seemed they made no move to answer the door. "Jordan," You groaned. "It's me." The shuffling stopped and footsteps approached the door, that familiar face greeting you when they finally swung the door open.
"Why didn't you say anything?" They asked, closing the door behind you and turning the lock.
"You knew I was coming." You glanced at them over your shoulder, setting your backpack down on the couch and taking a short sigh before plopping down on their bed. It somehow felt comfier than yours. Maybe better beds were one of the perks of being in the Top Five. You stretched out lazily on the bed and turned your head toward them, beckoning them closer with a wiggle from your fingers. An amused smile broke out on their face and they rolled their eyes, walking over to you and straddling your lap.
"What's up with not calling me back?" They asked softly, leaning over you with a tilted head. Their necklace dangled over your face and you batted at it, watching it swing back and forth. Their fingers wrapped around it, drawing your attention back to their face. "I called you-"
"At four in the damn morning, Jordan. I wasn't going to call back and deal with someone who chose to go out partying and get coked up for funsies on a school day at four in the morning. I told you, Li. I don't answer anything after eleven unless I think it's an emergency, and per Cate's stories, it wasn't an emergency."
"I-" Jordan sighed heavily and flopped over beside you, their head tilted toward you but eyes angled away. They pressed their lips together and sighed again, this time more quietly, before they shifted into their masc form. "Sometimes I feel like you don't want to do this anymore when you ignore me."
"Of course, I want to do this. This is great. We can have fun without the baggage and not worry about anything else. You've said it yourself, it's good for stress. Pretty sure that was one of your points when you said you wanted to-"
"Is that how you see me? As baggage?" Jordan asked quietly, fiddling with one of the rings on their hands. They finally looked at you properly, a frown tugging at their lips. It was odd seeing Jordan look so... vulnerable. You'd always known them as confident, defensive Jordan who cared about nothing else but being the best.
"Jordan," You sighed, propping yourself up onto your elbow and gently cradling their face. They leaned into your touch instinctively, arms reaching out to curl around you and pull you closer against them. You smiled, planting a kiss on their lips. "You're not baggage, I swear. I just... between your parents and mine... I think we'd go insane trying to defend our choices. Besides, I don't want to ruin our friendship, you know?"
"Yeah.." Jordan sighed. "I know."
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Wanted to get better at reader/canon so. Gn human reader/Beachcomber, ambiguous genitals. @pinkanonwrites I figured you'd like this
You run a hand over the rounded, blue extensions on Beachcomber's head. "What are these for?" You're sitting on his shoulder, in a secluded cove. Lights dance on the roof, reflected from the gentle waves below.
"Mm… ultrasonic detection… sonar, radar, and all that." His voice is thick and husky, and his engine rumbles. You've been hanging out with the minibot for quite some time, and you enjoy feeling the vibrations of his machinery.
You lean closer, feeling his warmth, breathing in the familiar, metallic tang of oil and electricity. "So, these… they help you navigate, or something?"
"Not exactly. Well, they do, but that's not all. They're also… sensory organs, I suppose. They help me feel the currents in the water, sense movement in the sand… and, well…" He pauses, his optics flickering down to your hand. "…they also give me… pleasure."
You freeze, unsure whether to tug your hand away or keep going.
"I'm sorry if that's too… forward," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I haven't felt this connected to someone in a long time. I don't want to lose it now."
You swallow hard, feeling a mixture of shock and something else you can't quite identify. "It's okay," you manage to say, your voice barely audible. "I'm… enjoying this too." You stroke the sensor crest, feeling rather than hearing a moan rise from his throat.
Beachcomber shudders, leaning his head against you. "Oh, Primus… you have no idea how good that feels…" He pauses, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't be doing this… not with a human…"
"Why not? Is it some sort of taboo?"
"It's… complicated. It's just not something that's encouraged." He hesitates, then continues, "Not when you're in close quarters with a human. It's not fair to them… to expect them to understand." Beachcomber sucks on his lower lip. It's a surprisingly erotic sight.
"But I understand, and I want this." You lean forward and kiss him gently on the cheek. "I want to be with you."
"Even with me being so big?"
You smile against his cheek, running your hands along his crest. "Especially with you being so big. You're so strong, and I feel so safe with you."
His fans are starting to kick on, and the air around you almost feels charged like you're in a thunderstorm.
"Well… if you're sure…" he whispers, his voice barely audible over the whir of his systems. "I… I would like that." He lifts one hand to his shoulder, gently picking you up by the waist and setting you on the ground. He's shifted his position, legs spread and hips angled up. "I suppose I could show you…"
The panels on his groin retract, and you find yourself staring at what looks a lot like a fleshlight.
"I've never done this before," he confesses, his voice shaking. "I've… never wanted anyone like this before. But I want you… so much…" Beachcomber reaches down to spread the dark blue lips of his - his pussy, and there's even a little white clitoris nestled in the folds.
"It looks just like a human… uh, vulva."
"My kind is incredibly adaptable. Our frames change to imitate the native creatures of the planets we visit… before I came here, I had four arms and wheels instead of legs." His fingers gently massage the clit through its hood. "And now, I have two arms, two legs, and… this."
You can't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of him touching himself. It's so intimate, so… human. Your heart races.
Beachcomber gazes down at you, his expression a mix of desire and vulnerability. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his fingers moving faster. "I want to make you feel good too."
He pulls you closer, positioning you between his legs. His hands guide you, showing you how to touch him, where to touch him. You feel the heat coming off his plating, the muscles (or gears, probably) in his thighs tense as he holds you against him. His hips move involuntarily, grinding against your stomach as you begin to stroke him.
You slide a hand down to the soft, wet hole. Three fingers fit with room to spare, and a fourth makes the opening stretch. Beachcomber moans as you gently push your entire hand inside. You can't help but giggle as you realize you're fisting a giant alien robot.
"You're so tight," you murmur, feeling his inner walls clench around your fingers. "And you feel so good." He responds by pushing his hips forward, forcing your fingers deeper inside. You begin to thrust, matching his movements as he fucks your hand.
Beachcomber's other hand pinches and rolls his clit.
"That feels so good," he moans. "You're doing such a good job… I can't… I'm close…" His thrusts become more frantic, his hips trembling. "Faster, don't stop…"
You obey, thrusting your hand faster and harder. The wet heat of his insides envelops your fingers as he comes, his pussy clamping down on you in a powerful spasm.
"Frag, yes!" he cries out, his voice thick with pleasure. "Oh god, I'm… I'm going to… ohhhhh…" He trembles with the aftershocks.
As his grip on you eases, you slide your hand out of him, feeling his warmth and the wetness left behind. There was something surreal at having this huge, powerful being react this way to your touch.
"Are you… okay?" you ask, feeling slightly out of breath.
Beachcomber lets out a shuddering breath, his frame going still for a moment. Then, with a smile that takes over his face, he answers, "Better than okay. Thank you." He lifts one hand to your face, cupping your cheek gently. "You're incredible. I want to return the favor."
You blush and nod. "I'd like that."
He gently picks you up with both hands, bringing you to his face so he can nuzzle into your belly.
"You're so warm, and soft, and you smell so good…" He nibbles at your shirt, pulling it out of the way to expose your stomach. "I want to taste you…" His tongue sweeps out, licking over your skin, before he finds your nipple with his lips. They're made of tiny overlapping metal pieces, each smaller than a dime, hard but without sharp edges.
You arch your back, moaning softly as pleasure shoots through you.
His tongue slides lower, lapping at your clothed sex.
"Your skin feels so smooth here too," he whispers, nuzzling closer. He pulls your underwear aside with a thumb. His tongue darts out, you feel the wet heat of his breath on your skin, the warmth of his tongue as it licks and circles. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent, before burying his face between your legs. His hands cup your hips, holding you steady as his tongue begins to move, probing and exploring.
You moan, arching your back as pleasure washes over you. His touch is so intimate, so gentle, it's almost too much to bear. You feel the arousal between your legs, the heat of his breath on your skin, the vibration of his growl as he works you. You slid your fingers across his smooth head, holding him close, urging him on.
His tongue flicks out, teasing your most sensitive place, circling it before sucking it into his mouth. You cry out, your body tensing, every nerve ending focused on the sensation of his lips and tongue. He's relentless, his touch skillful, knowing exactly what you need. You come, your body shuddering with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.
Beachcombers engine growls low as he finally lowers you, holding you to his chest.
"Frag, you're amazing," he breathes, his voice hoarse from desire. "You taste so good…" He kisses your shoulder, his lips hot and soft against your skin.
"Thanks," you manage. Your clothes are in disarray, but this has been worth it.
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