#coworkers

[allthelovehes]

Enemies at Nine, Lovers by Five* | Part 2

Summary: Harry and Y/N suddenly need to fly out to Portugal for work and their boss only booked one (twin) room because the hotel was overbooked..

Pairing: Coworker!Harry x reader

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: Unprotected sex, smut, slight dom if you squint, mentioned being a good girl maybe once, Y/N is a bitch but she likes it rough.

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A/N: I'm still very new to this enemies to loves trope so if its not as good, please don't come for me. Also, let me just tell you once again.. Wrap it before you tap it :')

The next day when Y/N arrives at work, Harry is already seated behind his desk. She doesn't even look at him as she sets her belongings down and settles into her own chair. The silence between them is deafening, and the tension is palpable. It's obvious that they're both thinking about what happened last night, but neither of them is willing to bring it up. It's as if they have silently agreed to pretend that it never happened.

It's a tense morning, but they somehow manage to finish the presentation they had to prepare for the board meeting later that day. After lunch, Y/N is seated in the conference room, anxiously waiting for the meeting to start. Harry is sitting next to her, his posture dominant and confident. He is sitting in the exact chair he pushed aside just hours ago to make room for him to kneel down and eat her out. Y/N swallows hard and forces herself to focus on the matter at hand.

The rest of the board members enter the room, and the meeting begins. Y/N starts the presentation, her voice shaking slightly as she talks about their company's progress. Harry watches her, his eyes glued to her lips. He can't help but imagine her beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, willing himself to stay focused.

Harry gets up and walks over to the large screen, touching the small of Y/N's back in the process. It's the briefest of touches, but it sends a jolt of electricity through her body. She can feel her cheeks flushing, and she prays that no one will notice. Harry takes over the presentation, his voice steady and authoritative. She can't help but admire his confidence and command. She wonders if he feels the same way about her.

After the presentation is over, the board members file out of the room, their voices low and murmuring. Harry and Y/N are left alone once again. They gather their things and make their way to the door. Just before they exit the room, Harry turns to Y/N. He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know. He wants her. And he's not going to stop until he has her.

Y/N swallows hard, her heart racing. She knows she should walk away, but she can't. She wants him too, and he is literally blocking her only way out. Her breath quickens, and she feels her resolve crumbling.

“You did so good.” Is all he says, before he exits the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Y/N has to admit to herself, his praise turns her on. She knows she should not allow this to happen, but she can't help herself. He's all she can think about. She makes her way back to her desk and finds Harry already returned to his own desk in front of hers.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” She asks, trying to act normal. Although this isn't normal for her at all. Y/N isn't the type of colleague to retrieve coffee for her coworkers. She prefers to be the one receiving it, not the one bringing it.

“Sure.” Harry says, his tone is neutral, not betraying any of his emotions. Y/N nods and leaves. The moment between them doesn't go unnoticed by their colleagues, and she can hear them whispering amongst themselves.

Y/N returns with two cups of coffee and hands one to Harry. Their fingers brush, and she feels a shiver run through her body. She hopes he doesn't notice.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N.”

The way he says her name sends shivers down her spine. She can't help but remember the way he moaned it last night, his voice thick with desire. She bites her lip and turns away, willing herself to calm down.

“You're welcome.” She replies, trying to keep her voice steady. She busies herself with her work, but she can't focus. All she can think about is Harry and what happened between them. The memory of his touch and the way he felt inside her are burned into her mind, and she knows she will never be able to forget it. ***

“Fucking hell.” Y/N curses as she opens an incoming e-mail from their boss.

“What is it?” Harry asks.

“Check your mail.”

Harry does and curses too. The client for which they are currently working was supposed to fly in for their final presentation. Now they have to fly out to the client instead.

“That means we're going on a trip.” Harry says.

“I hate travelling.” Y/N groans.

“Come on, it could be fun.” Harry replies.

“Fun? I can't stand travelling and flying. It's the worst.” Y/N replies.

“Then let me distract you.” Harry whispers.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean Y/N.” Harry says.

Y/N feels her heartbeat speed up, her body instantly reacting to his words. She knows exactly what he means, and the thought of it excites her. But she can't. Not again.

“Don't.” She says, her voice barely audible.

Harry doesn't say anything, just stares at her. His eyes are full of promise, and she can't resist. She knows she shouldn't, but she wants him. And he wants her too.

The e-mail also said how they can drop by their boss' office if they have any questions, he's supposedly available until 5 PM. Y/N and Harry make their way there. Even though they don't have any questions they knock anyway.

“Come in.” Their boss' voice sounds muffled through the closed door. Harry opens the door and Y/N quickly slips through, he swiftly closes the door behind him after he takes a good look at her round ass.

“Hey guys, thanks for stopping by. Let me just finish this e-mail real quick and then we can talk.”

He's sitting at his desk typing away furiously on the keyboard. It gives Y/N and Harry time to sit down on the couch on the other side of the room. Y/N is aware of how close they are, their bodies are nearly touching. She can feel the heat radiating off of him and it's driving her insane.

After a few moments, their boss ends his typing and comes over to sit across from them, facing the couch. He claps his hands together and begins to explain more details about the trip.

“So, we're going to have to fly the two of you out to Faro, Portugal. Your meeting is at the Ocean Mar hotel, which is also where you'll be staying. Unfortunately, they didn't have a lot of room options available so we had to book you a twin room instead of individual rooms. I know it's not ideal but hopefully, you guys will still have a great trip. You can put all food and drinks on the room's tab and they will just add it to the bill at the end of your stay. Do you have any questions so far?”

“Twin room?” Y/N says, almost like a question. She glances over at Harry and tries not to blush at the image of sharing a room with him.

“Yes, that's right. Two queen beds. Now, with the potential hotel mix-up, there is a chance that there may be some other rooms available last minute, so they are keeping an eye out and will try their best to switch you if necessary. But they also had to be upfront about their current room inventory for booking purposes, so I didn't want you to get your hopes up too much.”

“No, that's okay. I understand. Thank you.” Y/N says quietly. The thought of sharing a room with Harry, even a room with two beds, is a lot to process. They might have fucked once, but they aren't really the best of friends.

“You're welcome. You'll be flying out on Friday, so make sure to pack accordingly. You'll have some time to do some sightseeing if you'd like, the hotel is in a pretty nice area, and it's very touristy. And the big meeting is on Monday. Therefore we booked a return flight on Tuesday morning.” Their boss continues.

“Sounds good, thanks so much.” Harry replies, always the professional.

“Of course. I know this all happened last minute but I think you'll have a great time! I'll look forward to hearing all about it when you guys get back.”

“Thanks again!” Y/N says, and she and Harry get up to leave. They walk out of the office and back to their desks to pack up their stuff.

“Looks like we're going on a little vacation Y/N.” Harry says, grinning at her.

“Looks like it.” She replies, returning his smile. She can't deny that she is secretly looking forward to it. ***

Before they know it, it's Friday afternoon and they're heading towards the airport. Their boss arranged a taxi to pick them up and drive them there. Y/N is a wreck because she hates flying. She takes a deep breath as the plane gets ready to take off, gripping her seat and trying to relax.

Harry offers her his hand, which she gratefully accepts. They share a look as the plane takes off, and Y/N feels like maybe this flight won't be so bad after all. As the plane climbs higher into the sky, the tension between them builds. They are holding hands, staring at each other, both of them clearly thinking the same thing.

As the plane is in the air, the captain's voice comes on over the loudspeaker to welcome them.

“If I could have your attention, please. Welcome aboard EasyJet flight 239 to Faro, Portugal. My name is David, and I'll be your captain for today. The weather looks perfect for the trip ahead, and we're anticipating a smooth ride. Please enjoy your flight and thank you for flying EasyJet.” The voice cuts out as the plane stabilizes.

“See? That wasn't so bad.” Harry says. Y/N smiles, but she's not entirely convinced yet.

Harry orders himself a bottle of wine and offers to share it with Y/N. She reluctantly accepts, seeing as they are in fact, on vacation, and she could use a little bit of help to relax. The flight is about three hours long and goes fairly quickly. The wine helps, and they end up making a decent dent in the bottle.

Y/N is feeling relaxed and a bit tipsy by the time the flight ends. The cab pulls up and it's a short drive to their hotel. They check in and go up to their room to drop their bags. As Y/N opens the door and looks around, she finds that her stomach does a little flip. Sure enough, the room contains two beds, but they are quite close together. She swallows and tries to tamp down the feelings of excitement and anticipation growing in the pit of her stomach.

Harry doesn't say anything, but she can feel him watching her. They put their things down, quickly freshen up and head down to the restaurant for some dinner. After dinner, they decide to walk around the city and see some of the sights. It is relatively late at night but the sun is still setting and the sky is beautiful, and the temperature is warm and not too hot.

Y/N can't help but notice how close she and Harry are walking to each other as they make their way along the narrow streets, the sidewalks only big enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder. She tries to ignore the feeling and tells herself it's just because they need to stay close to make room for the other passersby. But the feeling lingers, a flutter of excitement.

It almost feels like they are two completely different people now that they are in a foreign country, with a warm summery breeze blowing through the air, the sound of music and laughter in the distance. Everything seems romantic and fresh, the air itself feels charged with possibilities and tension. It's as if they both subconsciously feel this and it makes it easier for them to navigate their strange new dynamic.

After their little stroll around town, they return to their hotel and head up to their room. They both take turns to use the bathroom and get ready for bed, not sharing a word with each other as the reality of sleeping just inches away from each other starts to set in. Before going to sleep they both sit down on their own bed, on their own respective sides.

Harry and Y/N finally lie down on their own beds in silence, both tired from the day's excitement. As Y/N pulls the blankets up and tries to get comfortable, she can't help but toss and turn, unable to find the perfect position. She sighs loudly and shifts again, her mind racing.

“You okay?” Harry asks, his voice low and deep.

“Yes. No.” She replies.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm fine, I just can't seem to fall asleep.”

“Me neither.” Harry replies. Y/N laughs softly. She can't believe that she and Harry are having this conversation, and can't believe that she's even admitting that she can't fall asleep. She turns around and finds Harry already staring at her, his eyes dark and full of intensity. Her breath hitches as the weight of the moment settles upon them.

“I think it's the plane.” She whispers, half-hoping that he'll leave the subject alone.

“You think?” Harry chuckles, he already knows she's full of shit. It's like he can feel the tension running from her body. “Y/N.”

A jolt goes through her body at the way her name sounds coming out of his mouth, the roughness and almost demanding tone. “W-what?”

“Come here.”

“Harry...”

“Come here.” Harry repeats, raising his voice slightly, letting his tone show how serious he is. And damn her but the dominant edge does something to her. She bites her lip and gets up to join him on his bed. He already has his duvet pushed to the side. When she finally slips underneath, he immediately gathers her up in his arms and buries his face in her neck. She doesn't fight it, instead, she wraps her arms around him and enjoys his warmth.

Luckily both of them had the decency to wear pajamas. Y/N is in a silk shortama set and Harry is wearing a plain white shirt and some sweat shorts. Being this close to him feels dangerous. He smells so good, and the weight of his muscular body pressed against hers is intoxicating.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispers after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?” Harry asks, his voice thick and laced with sleep. She shrugs.

“Just... for understanding. For not being mean to me.” She says.

“Mhm, see, you got that wrong there. I've never been the mean one.” He mumbles against her neck.

“Excuse me?” She replies, sounding as offended as a sleepy person can be.

“You're not a walk in the park, love.” He chuckles as he snuggles her closer to his chest.

“And you are?” She manages to get out, stifling a yawn.

“I guess not. But who cares? We're in Portugal, might as well have fun.”

“Fun.” She repeats softly.

“Yeah. For example, what's it called when you fuck your coworker and then you're sent off on a work trip and end up in the same hotel room?” He says, his lips now grazing the shell of her ear.

“A disaster?” She whispers.

“Or fun.” He hums before a big yawn escapes his mouth, shortly followed by her own.

Both of them stay quiet, with Harry holding her tightly and Y/N enjoying his embrace. Harry doesn't show it, but his heart is hammering in his chest. He knew that inviting her into his bed would make them repeat the past. Even as the distance between them closes, he tries to keep his cool. He fails. Miserably. He plants his soft lips on top of hers and kisses her.

Softly. Innocently.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says as he disconnects their lips. ***

The next morning Y/N and Harry wake up tangled in each other's limbs. And as if she doesn't remember what happened last night, Y/N freaks out. She throws a handful of curses around and rushes into the bathroom to freshen up.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” She shouts at Harry through the door.

“Well, for starters it's my bed. You joined me in my bed.” He replies. She can basically hear him smirk. Fucker.

“Whatever.” She says. She opens the bathroom door and comes out with her toothbrush hanging from her mouth. “I'm mad at you.”

“Come back to bed, you're overreacting.”

“You jerk.”

“For the last time, it was your ass that came into my bed. Now, for the love of God, stop being such a bitch or do you need me to boss you around again?” His voice rings like a gentle threat. She smacks her lips together and avoids eye contact.

“No.”

“Jesus Christ, woman. I've been nothing but nice to you and you're...” He scoffs and it feels like she's back home. She can't help but grin. A small grin, but it's there. He notices and scowls at her. “Now you're laughing?”

“Harry, just...”

“Don't make me drag you back to bed so I can fuck a little sense into you because I promise you I will if that's what it takes.”

Y/N walks back into the bathroom to wash her toothbrush. “Get the fuck over yourself Styles.”

“Have it your way.” Harry growls from the bed. The tension in the air changes. He's fully aware of the fact that he basically threatened her but she loves it. Fuck, she even hopes he'll do what he said. Before she knows it, Harry's behind her, holding her in his strong grip, her back to his front.

“Ready to apologize?” He whispers, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. She closes her eyes and leans back against him, relaxing in his arms. She can feel the press of his hard cock against her lower back, and the knowledge that she turned him on sends a thrill through her body.

“I'd never.” She whispers, teasing him. She knows that Harry loves a good challenge. His hand comes around her throat, long fingers wrapping gently around her neck. She breathes a sigh and stretches her neck, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. Her body is completely surrendered to him, and a light shiver runs through her.

“I wasn't joking, Y/N.” He squeezes her neck slightly. “Do you need a reminder?”

“Of what?”

“Of how much of a good girl you can be. Or how submissive you actually are. How your pussy practically drips when someone touches you exactly the way you need.” His low voice rumbles through her.

“Fuck, Harry.” She gasps, arousal pooling between her thighs as his words send a jolt of desire through her. She can't help but arch her back, exposing her neck and pressing her ass against him even more.

His lips latch onto the exposed skin of her neck, sucking a mark into her flesh. He tightens his grip on her neck slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. Harry growls, mumbling darkly against her skin. She tries her best to stay standing, especially as her knees threaten to buckle under the touch of his hand. “Such a good girl. Undress yourself and go lie on the bed, now.”

She nods, his hand dropping from her throat as she moves toward the bed. Harry's eyes never leave her, watching as she strips down to her underwear. She settles on the bed, unsure of where to position herself. Without another word, Harry walks towards her, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She swallows hard as he grabs the neck of his shirt to pull it over his head.

“Let me make myself clear.” Harry's voice rasps. “You're going to be nice to me from now on. Especially here in Portugal. Do I make myself clear? I don't feel like wasting my time here when it could be so, so sweet.”

Y/N stares up at him, transfixed. Her lips part, her eyes wide as he slowly starts pulling down his sweat shorts. The realization of what is about to happen sinking in. Harry was on the rougher side with her the first time they fucked, but she didn't know he could be this dominant, this aggressive, and god did it turn her on.

Without another word, Harry stalks over to her and grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head. He presses his hips down against hers, his naked body flush against her almost-naked one. His lips claim hers in a rough kiss, and Y/N can't help but moan into his mouth. “You like that, don't you?”

Y/N nods, whispering a soft yes.

Harry trails his lips down her jaw, peppering open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He finds his spot below her ear and starts to suck a dark mark there. He doesn't care about the visibility of the marks as their meeting with the client isn't until Monday. Y/N's breath comes in sharp pants as she tries to stay still, her mind going fuzzy with desire. Harry lets her wrists go but the fear of punishment makes her not move them away from their position.

“Mmm.” He hums, obviously pleased with her obedience. Harry grazes his lips over the top of her chest, reaching around to unhook her bra and slide it off. Her body arches up into his, craving his touch. He continues his trail of kisses, leaving a wet path as his mouth finds one of her sensitive nipples.

He swirls his tongue around the hardening peak, kissing and biting gently. He shifts his hips slightly, sliding one of his legs between hers. He glances up at her, her eyes already closed in pleasure as he moves his hands to pinch at her other nipple.

Harry's hand trails down, fingers fiddling with the hem of her panties. Slowly he removes them, revealing her already wet cunt. Harry smiles and sits up to admire her exposed body. “Turn around.”

She immediately rolls over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. Without warning, Harry spanks her, causing her to yelp and lift her head from the pillow. “Fuck.” She moans, the burn of his hand on her skin spreading a wave of pleasure straight through her.

He growls, unable to tear his eyes from her perfect ass. Y/N moves her hands to grip her fingers in the soft blankets beneath her, as Harry suddenly pushes his middle finger into her dripping centre. Her hips jerk against the bed involuntarily, seeking more contact.

“You're soaking, baby.”

“Fuck, Harry, please.” She whispers, beyond turned on. He starts a torturously slow rhythm, sliding his finger in and out of her warm cunt. She buries her face back into the pillow again and braces herself for a second spank that never comes.

“It's pathetic how wet you get from basically nothing. Just let me play with your nipples and you're gone.” He grabs her ass, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh. “But you like that, don't you?” He finishes by giving a firm smack to her asscheek, causing a whimper to escape her lips.

“I want to hear you. Lift your face, love.” Harry whispers. She lifts her head, propping her chin on the edge of the pillow. Harry raises his body up on his knees, one hand still dipping his fingers in and out of her pussy while the other hand comes around to cover her mouth.

As Y/N tries to silence her whimpers, Harry easily slips another finger inside her slick entrance. She moans louder now, the vibrations reverberating through Harry's palm and urging him to go deeper, faster. He dips his head down to lightly bite her shoulder, earning him another deep moan as his rock-hard cock presses into her buttcheek.

“Let the neighbours know how much you enjoy getting fingered. Make sure they hear just how much you love my touch.”

“Fuck, Harry. You feel so fucking good. Oh!” She cries out as Harry increases his pace, moving his free hand down to her hip, gripping her roughly. He quickly removes his fingers from her sloppy pussy and Y/N whines at the loss.

“Did I ask you to complain?” He asks as he grabs her hips with both hands and juts her upward. Her ass now up in the air with her chest still pressed into the sheets. It feels submissive, her ass being up as if she is presenting her pussy to him. Not like he needs her to, he knows exactly where her pussy is.

“N-no.” She manages to answer.

“Good.” Harry grabs his cock, already leaking pre-cum and lines himself up. Without any warning, he thrusts into her, moving his hands from her hips to her waist, thrusting in and out at an ever-increasing speed. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin echoes in their hotel room and her eyes squeeze shut, as Harry does not hold back, pounding her into the mattress.

Y/N lets out a loud groan, burying her face in the pillows again to muffle her cries. But Harry's having none of it. He collects her hair and wraps it around his left hand, firmly yanking her head upwards, forcing her to keep her head up. A gasp escapes her lips, and her hands scratch at the blankets.

“Mmm, fuck!” She whines, her eyes tearing up from the feeling. Pleasure flows through her. She doesn't think he's ever fucked her this hard, and damn is she enjoying it. He's hitting deep spots inside her cunt she didn't even know existed, and the bruises he is sure to leave later are absolutely welcome.

Harry's thrusts continue, showing absolutely no signs of slowing. His cock pounds in and out of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from her with each thrust. He pulls on her hair harder, angling her head so he can see her face as she's struggling to keep quiet. She keeps her eyes tightly shut, trying desperately to mask her groans of pleasure.

“Tell me how much you like taking my cock.” Harry says, his voice strained. “Tell me how badly you needed this. Tell me how much you love being my little slut.”

Y/N's body heats up at his words, her toes curling, and she silently curses him for making her talk. “I-I needed- ah- this so badly.”

“Shit, baby, yes. Say it again.”

“God, Harry, I need you- s-so fucking bad. Fuck.” She writhes beneath him, trying to escape the delicious torture. His pace is unforgiving, and his force hits her in just the right spots. His thrusts jerk her whole body, the loud smacking of their sweaty bodies colliding the only sound filling the room.

“Oh God!” She moans loudly, as Harry wraps one arm around her torso and pulls her up, his hand resting dangerously low on her throat.

“You need this, huh? This little cunt needs to be filled up?”

“Ah! Fuck, Harry.” She murmurs before a broken moan falls out of her. Her right hand holds onto his wrist tightly and her head falls back against his shoulder, her jaw slack in pleasure. She can feel her orgasm building within her, as this new position allows his dick to hit her G-spot repeatedly, shooting pure euphoria through her.

“Mhm, do you feel it? Right here?” He asks, one of his hands slipping down her body and pushing down on her lower stomach. She gasps, tears pooling in her eyes at the sensations he creates. Harry's hand slips further down her body, eventually reaching her most sensitive bundle of nerves and pushing gently against it.

“Ah!” A choked cry leaves her mouth and she freezes in his arms. She tries to catch her breath but all she feels is pleasure. Before she can stop herself, her head starts rolling against his shoulders, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

“That's it, baby. Come for me, wet my cock.” He groans in her ear as her hips start jerking, and her loud moans fill the room. “C'mon, scream for me.”

Y/N thrashes her head, eyes squeezing shut. A harsh cry leaves her as his rhythm continues, but her movements lose the rhythm, becoming uncoordinated. White light fills her vision, and an earth-shattering climax hits her, rolling over her and stealing her breath. Her orgasm floods her veins, every nerve ending lit up in ecstasy.

“Ooh fuck. Har... Shit!” Her hoarse voice bounces off the walls, the strength quickly leaving her body. Harry's arm stays tight around her, preventing her body from falling down onto the bed.

Harry removes his fingers from her clit, and Y/N relaxes into his embrace, humming happily as she catches her breath. Harry takes the opportunity to let her fall back down onto the mattress, his hands holding her hips steady as he slowly keeps thrusting into her.

Y/N cranes her neck around, her face flushed and expression smug. Harry tightens his grip, as he forcefully pushes his dick into her once more, her head falling forward at the feeling. Before he pulls out, slapping her ass once more before he roughly pushes her onto her back.

She is positioned with her shoulders on the edge of the comfortable bed, causing her head to hang slightly. She groans, her arms reach back to grab a hold of the blankets beneath her. Just as her grip tightens, Harry grabs her knees, pulling them apart and position her feet on either side of him, spreading her thighs apart.

He lines himself up with her wet entrance and pushes back into her, the new angle causing his dick to brush her sweet spot over and over again. She throws her head back, as her breasts bounce on her chest and she lets out a loud groan. Harry raises her leg up, her calf on his shoulder, foot resting on his collar bone.

“Holy shit.” He breathes, eyes firmly locked on her chest, and how erotic she looks. Her eyes meet his in surprise. She cries out in pleasure as Harry thrusts into her deeply. “You're so fucking perfect.”

She closes her eyes again, unable to handle the intensity in Harry's face as he whispers words of praise, calling her perfect, telling her how good her pussy feels around his dick. Harry grunts and the sound mixed with her pants, curses, and moans fills the room.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” She moans as his thrusts quicken, his brows furrowed and eyes closed tightly in concentration, and then moans spill from his lips.

“I-Oh my god-fuck baby, you feel so fucking good...”

“H-Harry.” She whines, voice uneven. She closes her eyes, feeling her inner walls flutter around Harry's thick cock. Harry readjusts his grip on her hips, pulling her closer. He moves one of his legs, widening his stance to give himself better leverage. To allow his thrusts to grow faster and stronger, Y/N's quiet noises change. They turn into loud moans and choked whimpers.

“T-too- Oh, too much.”

“You can handle this.” He croons, his voice strained and heavy. She nods, and Harry quickens his pace even more, angling his dick so he constantly rubs against that one spot. “God, your tits look so fucking good with how much they move. Drives me crazy.”

Her nipples are hard, grazing her skin and sending white-hot pleasure coursing through her. Harry reaches down and cups one of her breasts, her hand coming up to join him. She moans and writhes beneath him, throwing her head back when his thumb moves over her nipple, teasing it.

She whimpers, pussy clenching around his cock, suddenly overwhelmed by Harry's assault of pleasure. As soon as Y/N realizes what's happening, she brings her hand to her clit. She slips her hand between her thighs and starts circling her clit in a continuous pattern. She moans weakly, feeling herself clench down on Harry, letting him know how much his actions were working.

“Did you ask if you could do that?” Harry grits out, his hips pounding into her relentlessly. Y/N shakes her head but refuses to stop. Her fingers never break their movement.

“You're about to come again, aren't you? Holy shit- oh my fucking... Fuck, you little slut.” He whispers harshly, but he couldn't care less about her getting herself off at this point. She would if he'd stopped her, but it was undeniable that it turned him on, even more, knowing how eager she was to be stimulated while he took what was his.

“P-please, H.”

“Mhm.” His hips stutter slightly, as his focus wavers for a split second. “Do it.”

She whimpers, as she continues rubbing. Her hand moves in time with his movements as Harry gives himself completely over to lust. He slams his hips into hers, burying himself to the hilt on every thrust. He swears loudly, breath heavy and panting. He can hear her fingers on her clit rubbing incessantly, making it harder for him to hold back.

“Jesus Christ! It's... Fuck... Baby. Let go.”

A long, high-pitched moan falls from her lips as she throws her head back, cunt clenching around Harry's throbbing cock as she rides out her second orgasm of the day. Her right hand flies away from her clit as Harry sets a quick, punishing pace. She knows he is almost there, just needs a little more.

“Harry. C'mon. Come inside me.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You know I can't.” His mind is frantic, her words bring him one step closer to tipping over the edge. “That little mouth of yours will have to do it.”

It takes her a couple of seconds to realize what he means. She slides off the bed, a pleasurable shiver running through her, straight to her core as her feet touch the cold floor. It doesn't help her overheated body at all. She slowly gets down onto her knees. Her gaze meets his and the world stops for a second as their eyes meet, the tension running high between them.

Y/N is completely in his element now, not just doing what he wants but giving herself over fully. Harry reaches down, wiping a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear before grasping the back of her head. He runs his thumb over her lips, caressing her skin before pushing her lips apart. She slowly licks her tongue over his thumb.

“Good girl.” He quickly pushes his length into her mouth, straight to the back of her throat. His eyes roll back as he struggles to control himself. Y/N gags, her eyes watering up. Harry reluctantly pulls back just far enough to let her breathe through her nose.

The taste of her essence combined with the salty taste of Harry's pre-cum fills her mouth. She eagerly hollows her cheeks as Harry pumps his hips against her, not allowing her much time to think or move. She rolls her eyes back into her head, and she loses herself to her pleasure as he chases his own climax.

“Oh fuck. I-shit...” His thrusts are growing slightly uneven and without warning, he thrusts all the way into her mouth and pushes down on the back of her head, forcing her to take his entire length. His warm cum spills into her, thick and sweet on her tongue. Y/N eagerly swallows him down, looking up at him with teary eyes.

Harry shudders at the feel of her throat against his sensitive tip. His breathing slows slightly. “Ah.” He winces, letting go of her head and sliding out of her warm mouth. Causing a string of saliva mixed with cum to connect the tip of his dick to her mouth.

She sits down on the hotel room floor on her knees, panting for breath and her head spinning as she attempts to collect herself. Harry slides his finger over her chin, collecting some of his semen which is still dripping down her chin and sliding it onto her lips. She eagerly licks her mouth clean and the sight makes his blood surge through his veins, his heart thudding away in his chest.

“Good girl.” He presses lightly against her lower lip, but his eyes remain trained on hers. Y/N's expression softens, and as Harry removes his finger from her mouth, she lets her head drop down as if she can't even stand looking at him anymore. But the slightest tinge of pink on her face betrays her.

“Looks like you actually enjoy doing what I say.”

Y/N chuckles as her mind begins to race again. Suddenly she doesn't mind one bit that she has to share this room with Harry for the next couple of days.

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[armpirate]

Is it the water or is it me? || JJK

pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob.

Summary: You and Jungkook have been working together for quite some time, which ended up with him growing a crush on you that was one sided. Or so he thought.

There you were again, walking around with that radiant smile that made everyone instantly smile at you, as if you brought with you a ray of sunshine in your pocket. Jungkook wasn’t sure about the rest, but he for sure thought his morning would get better only with the idea of seeing you there.

He wasn’t sure of when his crush on you started, but he knew that something clicked in his brain when you first stepped in the office, starting your practices there. And he remembered how hard it was for him to focus on something else when his boss assigned him to be your mentor. He tried to keep his focus on the screen, but his eyes kept running over your body, tracing the subtle way your curves formed under your floral dress.

And while he thought it was a temporary attraction because you were the new thing, it only kept evolving as you grew closer together.

As time went by, you two became the type of coworkers that would be constantly together in the workplace, and that would get more touchy than you should -sometimes his hand would reach to your nape, under your hair, to give it a playful and soft squeeze; sometimes it was you the one who touched his arm or playfully laid your head on your shoulder as you laughed together. Not to mention those “colleagues dates” you would have randomly, out of the office, just to catch up with rumors and gossip when you weren’t on the same shift. And more than once, Jungkook finished the day feeling guilty for not taking the chance on you. He wasn’t sure whether you’d feel comfortable or not. He could easily be misinterpreting your too friendly behavior. Maybe you were like that with everyone you were close to -although he didn’t see you acting that way with anyone else from the company, whether it was a man or a woman.

You both were attending the annual company dinner your boss prepared at the end of the year, but even then he knew nothing would change. And chances of him leaving earlier were high. Confirming that idea when you showed up with a tight black dress that lifted higher on your thigh when you sat next to him. His hand wanted to reach to your skin, and the amount of times he had to stop himself from doing it was insane.

His mind tried to concentrate on other things, as he desperately engaged in conversations with the others, until you laid your hand on his thigh, supporting your body when you leaned closer, pressing your breasts on his arms when you tried to reply to the man who was sitting next to him. If he didn’t know you, he’d have thought you were doing it on purpose.

Well, it seemed like he didn’t know you indeed, because your intention was pretty obvious. And it might have been for a few months already. Always meeting up with him, trying to finish your hang out with a kiss even. Yet you always came back disappointed when he left after giving you a friendly hug.

You went back to your seat, earning a sigh of relief from the person on your left as he moved uncomfortably, noticing one of his hands was trying to place his pants properly, before he tried to completely hide the lower part of his body under the table.

The rest of the dinner went by as a rough challenge for him, trying to test his limits before he jumped on you in front of everyone. Although all that control would only last until you all moved your party to a club near the restaurant you were at. Having to see you dancing with random guys all night wasn’t what he was planning at all, and he blamed himself for staying longer than he was intending to only because you insisted on him going.

During one of those glances he aimed at you, he was sure he caught you looking at him over the guy’s shoulder, and he swore your eyes squinted because of the smile you were hiding when his jaw clenched.

You were playing with him that night. And that annoyed him just as much as it turned him on.

Looking around him, making sure neither of your colleagues would mind your business -either because they were already too drunk or because they were somewhere else-, he started walking in your direction.

“Y/n, I’m going home” he screamed over the music.

He didn’t have to tell you, he could’ve sent you a text as he left… Yet he walked over to you, in a little hope you’d leave with him.

You frowned your eyes, finally stepping back from the blond guy that was still having his hands on you “Already?” you frowned confused “It hasn’t even been an hour since we came”.

One hour of seeing you flirt and be surrounded by men constantly, while he stared from afar hoping he had as much confidence as they did. “I don’t feel well” he lied.

Convinced you’d just shrug your shoulders and turn again, he was surprised when you held his wrist and dragged him to the restrooms, leaving behind the man you’d been dancing with for the past fifteen minutes. His feet battled to keep up with the speed of your steps, being surprised by how you were walking that fast so neatly while wearing heels.

You entered the ladies restroom, being welcomed by a few surprised looks from the women that were retouching their makeup. He was waiting for you to speak, but you had no intentions to. You knew he was feeling fine, and what bothered him was the fact that you paid no attention to him all night. You were acting bittersweet on purpose, just to get a reaction from him. Getting some water on your hands, only making them humid enough, you spreaded the tiny drops on his forehead, drenching his locks a bit when you pushed his bangs back. Your fingers felt so good when you lowered them on his cheeks, and dangerously close to his lips.

“Feeling better?” Jungkook nodded, eyes closing under your touch “Is it the water or is it me?”.

Your question made him open his eyes wide, surprised by the suggestive tone you were using. Although he didn’t know that smirk would make it way worse. “Y/n…” he whispered. “Because if it’s me, I think there are better ways to make you feel good” your doe eyes, feeling so innocent in contrast with your voice was making it difficult for his brain to work properly.

He wasn’t sure if alcohol was speaking on your behalf, but he discarded that idea when your breath smelled fruity from the only drink you’ve gotten ever since dinner started.

This time he was the one dragging your body to one of the cubicles, pressing your body to the door he had just locked. Both of his hands on both sides of your head, as he leaned over you to know what was up with your attitude that night “You’re making it so difficult for me to hold back”, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

It was ironic he was the one saying that, when he reached out to you in the middle of the dance floor to make sure you wouldn’t leave the place with that other guy.

“Who says you should hold back?” you raised an eyebrow, getting back control on the conversation.

His neck flinched when one of your hands reached his nape, digging inside his locks, at the same time your warm breath was gently caressing his throat. His cock grew bigger inside his pants as his skin welcomed the humidity of your tongue, tracing his jaw. “I want this just as much as you do, Kook” you whispered when you reached his ear.

Your voice sent dangerous alarms into his brain, something that he wasn’t able to control before he was cupping your face in his hands to lean into a sloppy and messy kiss. Feeling the taste of your saliva, mixed with the pineapple flavor of your drink, on his tongue was driving him crazy. Your hands tugging his blue shirt, and digging under it was rotting his brain with full images of everything he wanted to do to you. You didn’t know what you started.

His tongue twirled around yours, while your lips sucked on his like your life depended on it. You both had wanted this for so long, and you were finally giving in to all your wishes.

Jungkook barely gave you time to process the kiss, before he was already attacking your neck with wet open mouth kisses. Hands sneaking down your back to squeeze your ass and keep you in place. You still had room to move though, letting the thin strips of your dress fall off your shoulders, just to get your arms out of them and be able to lower your dress, exposing your tits.

Attracted to them like a magnet, his lips closed around one of your hard nipples, while his tattooed hand pinched and pulled your other button. He kept switching, making sure he’d get enough taste of the both of them.

Even if you were drunk in pleasure and excitement, too absorbed in how your clit throbbed for attention, you went to his pants instead, unzipping it and lowering them just enough to let his hard cock jump free. His teeth digged in your sensitive button as soon as your thumb started circling around his tip, getting it wet with his own precum. His cock only escaping from your fingers momentarily when he took your panties off, and circled his wrist with them.

Jungkook made sure to get his fingers wet and ready before they slid through your folds, deviously caressing you until they reached your needy clit. He felt how tight you were when he dug them deeper down your entrance, and he could only think of how it was better than he ever had imagined. You held back your moan, finally feeling being stretched by him, your walls hugging him tight and perfectly, while your brain could only picture the way he was so deep inside you that only the character on his knuckles would be the only thing visible. “You’re so tight, baby” he whispered, slowly moving his fingers in and out.

“Just imagine how tight I’ll feel around your cock” you replied back with a smirk, hearing him groan when your fingers started working on his cock again. Both of you kept moving in sync, as if it were a little heads up for what was to come.

Jungkook started walking backwards, with his fingers still stretching your pussy as much as he was able to. He dragged you on his lap when he sat on the toilet, making you straddle him. He was eager to feel you, and it was written all over his face when you dropped his cock.

Lips parted, holding back the moan that came out as a gap when you felt full again, feeling every inch of his cock invade you and stretch you out so perfectly. Both of you groaning low when your pubes finally touched, while you gave each other time to adjust to that new sensation.

Although, not even a few seconds later, Jungkook was urging you to move, fingers digging in your flesh as he pushed you upwards. Every move of your body was making him like he was in heaven, as your insides kept hugging him. Your hands held onto his shoulders, trying to get used to that new sensation that made little stars float in front of your eyes.

You felt his hips raise, trying to get deeper into you, trying to hit that right spot that would make your knees weak and barely possible to hold back your moans. Your lower lip hid under your teeth, which were biting hard on your skin, trying to keep any moan from escaping while Jungkook kept groaning against your neck and throat. Far from making you stop, though, it only encouraged you to go faster, making the tank behind him move constantly, hitting the wall and joining the sounds of your flesh clapping against each other.

“You feel so fucking good” he said, “Way better than I could ever have imagined” his lips let out a groan, and seemed like he was more careless about being heard than you were. “Fuck, keep riding my cock that way” Jungkook kept moving his hips up against you “You like it?”.

“Fuck, yes” you finally moaned lowly, moving even faster when your pussy started clenching around his cock.

That ticklish feeling in your belly was going hard on you, just a few more moves and you’d feel it showering over you, from head to toe. “Cum, baby. Cum with me” he managed your hips, controlling your movements with both of his hands, until you both exploded together.

You hugged him tight, hiding your face in his neck, biting it hard just to keep your moan from sounding louder than it already is, when you felt that sticky liquid fill your loads just as fast.

“Fuck, baby” he sighed, trying to get his breathing back to normal “Shit” he threw his head back. “I can’t believe I’ve missed on this for so long”.

You smiled against his neck, feeling exactly the same way he was “Well, I think we should make up for the wasted time tonight”.

“Let’s get out of here”

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[dennischilchuck]

Me in the wine dungeon with my coworker

#dungeon meshi #chilchuck #laios touden #coworkers #winelover #me #homestuck

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: jeonghan x you

Requested: yes [Can you please write something angsty for prince DK? Or if this is too vague, what do you think about a bet au with Jeonghan?] [By anon]

Genre: angst, coworkers to lovers, fluff, fuckboy au, opposites au, bet au

Warning(s): misogyny, jeonghan is an asshole and so is seungcheol, [if you find more pls inform ]

Summary: Jeonghan had plans on never talking to the quite coworker they hired, but like doesn't always pan out the way we want to. But when you add money to the problem, plus both your feelings, you have the perfect recipe for disaster.

Word count: 5.2k

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Everyone at the office knew that Jeonghan was a free spirit, he worked hard and partied even harder. He like living his life in the most happening way possible. Be it weekend trips, bike trips to the mountains or staying in the countryside for a week and working remote while enjoying the serenity that comes with it, he was down for anything.

Funnily enough he was referred to as the least energetic person in his friend group. So, one can imagine overzealous they normally were.

His work more often than not was impeccable, no one could fault him at all. The rising star of the corporate world they called him at the office. In his five years at the job the man had garnered more approval than anyone else.

He liked his life, and he would not trade it for anything else.

Now, unlike Jeonghan you resided on the other side of the spectrum. Your kind of life was pretty monotonous waking up before your alarm, making your bed, skipping meals, and surviving on coffee, reaching, and leaving work on the dot and crying while rewatching your favorite shows, was your kind of life. You like staying in during the weekends and cleaning up the mess you make in your living space during the weekdays and trying everything in your power to not upset your cat while doing so.

Its calm, chill, maybe a bit boring but it worked for you and brought you peace.

You were the newest recruit in your office and from the first day you captured the attention of most of your coworkers for your meticulous and polite words.

More often than not you refuse to talk to your coworkers ensuring that there stays a professional boundary between you all and if they would not catch onto your behavior, you would politely decline them.

Never that interested in networking, you refuse to talk to more people than you need to.

Jeonghan caught onto it pretty early, but why did it matter to him what you did, so like everyone else he went on his own way and simply chose to ignore you.

Ten months into your new job was when you first had a real conversation with the man. It was pretty late at night, both of you had to stay back for overtime. That was when you saw him struggling with his presentation for the next day’s meeting.

That day you broke the ‘no talking to my coworkers rule unless and until it’s very important’ rule.

“what’s the problem?” you politely asked the man.

“Oh, I am having slight problem with the numbers here,” the man replies looking visibly confused and surprised.

“If you want, I can help you out” you kindly stated as Jeonghan casually just turned his laptop towards you.

So, for the next one and half hours you both sat there and diligently worked on the presentation and by the end of it the material looked rather good and presentation worthy.

Looking extremely grateful the pretty man said, “I am so thankful you helped me out today, so why don’t I repay you by dropping you off at your house, it’s pretty late you know.”

Looking at your watch you politely replied, “no worries, plus if I rush a bit, I can catch the last bus home so please don’t bother.”

Jeonghan looked bummed at this, but he was obliged nonetheless as he knew you to be an introverted lady and he did not want to make you uncomfortable.

--

The next time you and Jeonghan had a conversation, was again at a night when you both were staying at the office over time. By this time, you have become pretty comfortable with each other, not enough to hold a conversation but enough to spare a quick nod and a smile while passing by each other’s cubicles.

He was done with the day’s work and was about to leave the office when he noticed you hunched over your laptop looking frustratingly at your screen which showed you an open excel sheet with infinite numbers.

Feeling like he owed you the help, Jeonghan strode towards you and calmly said “let me see.”

Jumping in shock you looked at him and replied, “oh no don’t bother I can figure it out you should go home it’s pretty late you know.”

Tsking at your reply he grabbed a chair to sit beside you while saying “it’s only fair, you helped me out so I should help you now.”

You let him, in actuality you needed that little help from him, the data entries were annoying you and you absolutely did not like it one bit.

Just like that time passed by again resulting in the clock to show that it was quarter past one by the time you both were done.

This time though Jeonghan shut down all your protests to go about his own way and your reluctance to inconvenience him with a simple “it’s pretty late and I won’t let you get followed by some creeps on the road plus the last bus is gone anyways so you are coming with me.”

On the way he stopped at a convenience store to get some dinner for you both and you devoured your ramen while chatting with him.

You both were pretty similar, in some cases for example you both had this extreme love for Legos that existed beyond measurable amounts, both of you loved your pets to death, albeit his was a rock and yours was a cat, but as he said “we don’t discriminate peoples pets here, they can have what they want to but given its legal and safe for the pet.”

On the other hand, Jeonghan liked you too, he was happy he could be the first one to break your shell to meet the real you and he was proud of this. It was close to an achievement for him.

--

“Han like this new chick in his office.”

Joshua loudly announced to the group of boys sprawled in his living room one evening. Jeonghan’s friends had come to his house to hang out and to get drunk out of their wits to forget the stress of the tedious weekend they had. They were all friends from college, now working jobs in the most contrasting industries ever like Seungcheol was the manager for their states football club and Soonyoung was a choreographer working with famous celebrities, Hansol on the other hand was the proud of a pet shelter and the one and only Joshua was an English history professor who most days worked overtime at the university. But at the end of the day, they were all the loud and obnoxious assholes he knew and loved from his younger days, and nothing could compare to that.

“Really you never told us about this one hyung?” Mingyu enquires.

“Nah she is just a new hire at the office, does not like talking to people at all. She is more antisocial than Wonwoo’s ass.”

“Really now, antisocial?” Seungcheol enquires, not missing Jeonghan’s defensive tone.

“Yes, Cheol antisocial, plus I don’t even know her enough,” the male says while rolling his eyes at his friends interest with you.

“Maybe you could talk to her and get her out of her shell, you are a pretty good mediator in our group I think you could do that,” pipes up the ever so benevolent Seokmin.

“Yes, you could,” Seungcheol joins him smirking a bit.

Now thoroughly annoyed Jeonghan exclaims “no I cannot. The only way someone can get that stuck up bitch out of her shell will be fucking her or something and I do not want to do so!”

“What if I pay you, will you do it then,” Seungcheol says still smirking.

“Do what?”

“Fuck her enough to get her out of her shell.”

The whole room goes silent at that statement.

“Hyung, I don’t think it’s right,” the youngest of them, Chan, suddenly speaks.

“Yes, its morally incorrect man,” Jeonghan agrees.

“I will pay you, plus life is pretty boring. This will give us something to talk about for at least the next year,” the oldest explains still smiling a bit.

“I agree with the others, its emotionally taxing and nothing good will come out of doing something like this man, plus what are we teenagers making bets about emotionally harming others?” Joshua says.

“Jeonghan, you do it and I will give you a thousand bucks,” the oldest says calmly. At the same time all the men in the room let out an exasperated sigh, knowing there is no winning with this stubborn man, while hoping silently that Jeonghan does not succumb to the greed.

But alas they were wrong, so wrong. An amount that lucrative will only be passed by a fool and Jeonghan was no such thing. He stood up from his place at the loveseat and confidently strode over to Seungcheol.

“You better keep your fucking word,” he says while shaking the older man’s hand.

While Seungcheol smiles and says, “you know what you complete the bet within the next six month I’ll give you a five thousand and if you don’t end up doing it, you gotta pay me pal.”

--

After that evening with his friends, Jeonghan was pretty stressed, because why should he not be? Making you sleep with him is hard enough, but making a situationship out of it sounds even harder. Now he thoroughly regrets accepting the bet.

You on the other hand are pretty happy and quiet as you often are. Very much unaware of his internal turmoil, as you keep talking excitedly about the new Lego death star you bought.

Yes, you and Jeonghan have bonded quite a bit these past few days, he likes spending time with you too, and so do you. It is a nice and comfortable friendship you both have built, and you like it.

“Why don’t you let me come to your place this weekend, and we can build the set together. We can get takeout later too,” he suddenly speaks up shocking you with such forward proposition.

“Well only if you want to though no pressure, it’s just that I really wanted to build the death star and was planning to buy it but like couldn’t make enough time to do –”

“Sure, you can come,” you speak up stopping his nervous rant.

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan asks just to make sure he heard it correctly.

“Yes, I am, it will be fun to build the Lego set together,” you say smiling.

“Yes, it would be, but like are you really sure,” he says again to make sure he is really not hard at hearing.

“Jeonghan if you ask me once again, I will take back what I just said.”

This makes him stop talking at all and he proceeds to show you his beautiful smile, making you feel a bit giddy inside.

“So, I will come this Saturday and we shall make the death star cuz we can,” he sings, making you bark out a laugh at him.

Little do you know you just poured a cool bucket of water on the burning flames on anxiety inside Jeonghan’s brain and he is extremely happy about that.

--

The next Saturday comes rolls in slowly, the tedious and boring week is over, and it is time for self-care and a lot of friendship building activities or that’s what you thought.

The man was mad and when you say mad you mean it. The Lego making only lasted for like two hours before he had hidden all the pieces of the part that you were making, resulting you to search for them all over the house. Moreover, after diligently searching and finding nothing, you had given up when he had produced all those pieces from his pockets shocking you to the core.

This little stunt had made you force him to pay for the takeout and when you were both fed and watered, he had proposed a game of chess. Only problem, you never knew one could cheat in this game too. He moved the pieces wrong.

Result. You both had the pettiest fight ever wherein the man with all his might tried to convince you that the rook was indeed supposed to move diagonally.

“You don’t understand, that is how the game is played. Are you sure you ever played this before?” he had asked.

“Hani you are wrong, please the rook never in its whole life moved diagonally, it always moved straight.”

“Maybe that is what your problem is, you are so uptight, you refuse to accept the differences in our opinions!”

“Oh, now I'm uptight, you are only being this difficult cuz you are losing!”

“I wouldn’t if you let me play the rook diagonally.”

“But that is not how it is played! Why don’t you—"

All your rants stop just like that, it took you at least five business days to actually realize that Jeonghan had kissed you. But once you got over that shock, you closed your eyes and moved your lips along with his.

Jeonghan, thoroughly exasperated by your intense argument, impulsively sought to quiet you by placing a soft, lingering kiss on your plump lips. Almost immediately, regret washed over him as he feared he had acted rashly at the worst possible moment. Mentally preparing to distance himself from you for the rest of your time together, he was taken aback when you reciprocated the kiss, instantly dissolving all his worries and leaving him pleasantly surprised.

You broke the kiss to take a breath, both looking visibly flustered.

“Do you want to stay the night, or do you want to go?” you asked him while looking at him with your sparkling eyes, making Jeonghan want to glue his ass to your house, but he being the gentleman he was declined the offer.

“I would really like to take you out on a date. As I really like you, so I won’t spoil my chances with you by staying tonight.”

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You always thought of the man to be a Casanova, so the idea of him taking you on a date while simultaneously insinuating that he won’t take any harsh steps with you was a nice little change and you were all for it.

--

It was all smooth sailing after that.

Jeonghan took you to an amusement park for the date next Sunday and oh boy did you enjoy yourself to the fullest.

Both of you had the time of your lives. Making sure to go on every ride, play every game and eating every junk you found there. By the end of it you were visibly exhausted and elated with how the day went.

The following day you were visibly happier in the office and even had a small conversation with one of your coworkers.

This went on for the following month, with each and every date you opened up to Jeonghan more and more, and so did he.

He loved spending time with you and vice versa. It was during your regular Friday movie nights, a ritual you both had established as you both liked watching movies and bonded while talking about them, when Jeonghan absolutely bored with the movie scooted a bit too close to you in hopes of gaining your attention by annoying you, a typical Jeonghan move. When you both ended up making love on the couch.

This was only the start of a lot of escapades you would have with the man.

After that one night, Jeonghan was all over you at all times. Be it at the office or be it at home he was with you or texting you all the time. Your nights were now filled with heavy make outs and intense love making sessions.

Everybody at the office knew about you both. On top of that you were more extroverted than ever. You even went out with your coworkers for an office dinner. Somehow, Jeonghan was praised for the change he brought in you, and like his ‘kind’ self, he declined all those compliments with a gracious smile.

He didn’t like to say it out loud, but he liked your changed self, more than your reserved one. Plus, he also took credit for the change, but it’s not like he would tell you that anytime soon.

--

 It was almost five months into dating Jeonghan, when he asked you to meet his friends. You knew he had a very loyal group of friends and you had never met them before. On the contrary Jeonghan had met your one and only best friend within only three months of dating. In the most best friend manner, the lady has hated his ass the whole-time side eyeing him constantly and leaving petty remarks here and there. But that night she had called you and told you something she didn’t ever say for any of your boyfriends “I can see he loves you a lot. For the first time you chose the correct guy.”

Getting your strict best friend to like Jeonghan was like clearing the first hurdle of your relation. For the first time, you were proud of your choice in men and especially your boyfriend.

“Oh, I would love to meet them, but would they like me,” you were rightfully concerned about the boys liking you. As much as you were independent, you would like to gain the approval of your boyfriend’s friends like any girlfriend.

“They are dorks through and through, they will love, don’t worry” he had said while kissing your forehead to calm you down.

“Plus, you will fit right in, they are nice people,” he later added.

--

That evening, Jeonghan had taken you to the Korean BBQ place downtown where they all were meeting. The night had started rocky but within an hour you were having fun with Mingyu and Seokmin, all worries forgotten. Jeonghan had looked at you with pride blooming in his chest with how happy you looked with his friends, enjoying yourself.

It seems that all the twelve of them had liked you a lot saying you were the perfect partner for Jeonghan, someone who could ground him at the same time let him be himself.

The BBQ party came to an end, but the boys still had a lot of energy, so they went to the karaoke next taking both you and Jeonghan with them. Although you were thoroughly exhausted, you had complied to go, seeing Jeonghan have so much fun was a sight you didn’t want to miss.

You had gone to the bathroom the first thing right after reaching the karaoke place, to wake you up and also to do your business. Seungkwan had accompanied you claiming, “all that soju and walking has made my bladder shake like never before!” it’s not a lie though, they did drink like it will be the last time they ever get to drink.

As you came out of the restroom, Seungkwan gave you a kind smile and said “I have never seen Jeonghan this happy before, not even with us. I'm sure he likes you a lot.”

Smiling at him you said, “I think I love him; I have not said that to him yet, but I really think I do.”

With a sassy ‘good for you’ from the one and only Boo, you both made your way to the room that your group had booked.

As you reached closer, you could hear all the boys talking to each other.

“I approve, she is an angel, she even consoled Soon when he cried” said one of them making you smile a bit. By this time Seungkwan had stopped with you too eavesdropping on his friends as he is as dramatic as one can be.

“She is nothing like what you described her to be you know, she is nice and kind and far from being stuck up,” someone else said.

“Nah she is not, that stuck up once you get to know her, contrary to that she is very cheery and I like her you know,” Jeonghan had replied making you feel extra giddy inside.

“Hey bro if you like her that much maybe we should call off the deal we made, I see how much you like her and if you ask me, I will say she is a keeper,” with this statement, a silence washed over the whole group. You looked at Seungkwan to understand what was happening, but the man refused to look at you still stubbornly pretending to listen to the conversation.

“I said I like her, not like her enough to let go of the five thousand you offered” you suddenly heard Jeonghan speak making you even more confused about the whole ordeal.

“I think you will regret it you let her go hyung,” Seokmin suddenly said with a very somber tone generating a lot of assertive noises from the group.

“She won’t bring me five thousand, plus I fucked her got into a relationship with her and made her the fun-loving bitch she is now. It was a tedious process, but I completed my work, so I deserve the money.”

It was hard hearing the man you loved so much make such a degrading comment. At this point you were shaking with emotions so much that even Seungkwan who refused to look at you during this whole time, had to hold you steady.

“Did you know about this,” you asked him.

The boy with his eyes downcast just nodded his head.

“I won’t even ask you why you didn’t tell me about it, I get it you are his friend makes sense.”

“Hey none of us wanted him to do anything like this, but your Jeonghan is unstoppable sometimes and about the wrong things.”

“I think I should get going, I’ve heard enough.”

“Hey y/n we like you a lot, so please stay in contact with us later, no matter what your verdict is,” the younger man pleaded with glistening eyes, making you almost accept the request out of pity.

You ignored everyone and strode into the room bustling with men, heading straight for the couch. Without hesitation, you grabbed your bag and, as you walked out, approached Jeonghan and delivered a firm slap to his face. "We're done," you declared before exiting the room without glancing at anyone else.

--

The minute you had left, Jeonghan felt his life crashing down on him. The looks of disapproval from his friends and the pure disappointment that radiated off you caught him off guard. He had thought he could get out of it with both the girl and the money, but suddenly he realized he didn’t even need the said money, he only needed you. The weight of his words came to haunt me as soon as he had spoken them.

He immediately attempted to follow you but was stopped by Seungkwan, “did you see her face, if you follow her now, she will resent you more. Not like you don’t deserve it, but you are still my friend.”

The tone of his voice showed how much he was upset with Jeonghan. So much so that the younger male could not even look at his face.

“You are my hyung, but you know what I like her more, never have I ever thought you would do something like this,” he continued, “I hope she never forgives you.”  

Hearing that Jeonghan couldn’t control himself and punched Seungkwan and a fight broke out. The boys trying their best to resolve it.

“It’s already a mess, can you both stop making it worse!” Mingyu said as Seungkwan punched Jeonghan back square on the jaw.

“Tell that shit to not meddle in my business then” comes Jeonghan’s voice.

“Maybe if you didn’t break her heart I wouldn’t, she was a fucking nice person,” Seungkwan shouted back as Mingyu dragged him out.

The night was ruined, and it was all because of Jeonghan.

--

That night you came home and cried your heart out ignoring all the calls from Jeonghan and the other boys, with whom you had exchanged numbers during the hangout. Thankfully, it was a Sunday the next day, so you didn’t have to look at the man who broke your heart, but it pained you so much to even move a muscle. It was like your heart was ripped out of your body. The pain was immeasurable.

There were at least a hundred missed calls on your phone and thirty of them from all of the boys. Your best friend come to your place that Sunday and tried her best to console a sad you, but nothing could stop you from beating yourself up for trusting a man like him. it’s true you loved him, and you regrated doing so, you didn’t blame Jeonghan for breaking your heart, you blamed yourself for being weak enough for you to let Jeonghan do so to you, for letting the man step all over you like you were a piece of trash that had no place in the normal world. The degrading things that he had said about you kept echoing in your ears, making it hard for you to think of anything else.

It was like you had forgotten all about your vow to never let anyone step over you and take away a piece of you from yourself. You were so hurt that you refused to see Jeonghan at all. So, on the next Monday you asked your HR for a weeklong leave and the kind lady obliged owing to your stellar performance at your department.

You turned off your phone that week and went to stay with you friend as the house was too lonely for you and the more you stayed there, the more you felt the memories of you and Jeonghan coming to haunt you.

--

On that Monday, Jeonghan woke up with a newfound determination. He was resolved to confront you and explain that his hurtful words from that night stemmed from his own inability to accept his feelings. He believed that once he clarified his side of the story, your compassionate nature would lead you to forgive him. He was even prepared to humble himself, willing to beg for your forgiveness if necessary. However, fate intervened when he discovered you had taken a week-long leave from the office.

The realization of consequences hit him suddenly. Yes, he understood the gravity of his actions, but he was willing to face any repercussions if it meant having you back in his arms. Anything seemed bearable compared to the thought of losing you.

By Wednesday, Jeonghan found himself standing at your doorstep, desperately knocking, hoping to speak with you. To his dismay, a neighbor informed him that you had been absent since Monday. His heart sank realizing he had missed his chance to reconcile with you.

He had made a solemn vow to himself that he would reach out to you no matter what obstacles lay in his path, willing to go to any lengths to make amends. However, he now realized the depth of his mistake. Reflecting on his actions, he understood that he should have heeded the advice of his friends earlier, but it was too late for regrets.

Jeonghan's determination to win you back consumed him. He felt a deep pang of regret for not acting sooner and for failing to appreciate the warnings from his friends. Now, facing the reality of your absence, he grappled with the weight of his impulsive behavior.

In the days that followed, Jeonghan resolved to wait patiently for your return, determined to seize any opportunity to make things right. He hoped against hope that he hadn't irreparably damaged the bond between you. Each passing day without you served as a sobering reminder of the importance of listening to his instincts and valuing the counsel of those who cared about him.

--

The next week you opened your phone to see it has blown up with Jeonghan’s messages and there were a few from Seungkwan asking you if you are okay and telling you that he had punched Jeonghan for being an asshole to you and that most of the people didn’t agree with Jeonghan’s antics but its hard to stop Jeonghan when is like that.

Taking pity of the boy you and answered him accepting his apology and telling him you were happy that he punched the guy.

His answer came immediately, saying he was happy that there is no bad blood among you two and he prefers you more than Jeonghan anyways making you laugh at his cuteness.

When you returned back to the office, the first thing you did was hand them your resignation letter. The next thing on your list was avoid Jeonghan till you leave work, at which you were pretty successful.

And just like that you were done with your time in the office and were moving onto another job before Jeonghan could even get hold of you.

--

Its has been three years since and life had never been better. You became friends with Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung immediately. You four hangout quite frequently. The three younger men like you a lot too. It’s a strong bond you have created with them. If anyone asks you would say the only good thing that came from your ex was the friends you made while with him.

On top of that you also have been in a relation with a man who treats you right and loves you to death. Its like you have at last reached the light at the end of the tunnel.

--

Jeonghan on the other hand drowned himself in work after you left, the man tried his best to forget your existence and was very thankful his work helped him do so. But whenever he was out with his friends he couldn’t stop himself from asking about you and always he got the same answer of ‘none of your fucking business’ from Seungkwan.

But it was different this time, it was the ever so kind Seokmin who answered him.

“Hyung she moved on, and you should too.” Hearing that he stood up, he didn’t know why. Would he go to your house and beg for your forgiveness again or will he call you while asking you to give him another chance?

Truth to be told, he didn’t know.

“Hyung please don’t mess this up for her. She is happy,” Seokmin spoke up again, kindly holding his hand to pull him down back onto his seat. It felt like Jeonghan’s life has come crashing down on him once again. One lone tear left his eye, too embarrassed to cry in front of his friends, he puts up a happy front while saying “of course Seok, I would do nothing to hurt her.”

All his friends looked at the man in pity, hoping that faith was kinder to him. but they couldn’t deny that he single handedly destroyed his life either. He was still their friend and he deserved to be happy to but so did you. The man sat in silence for some time till Joshua loudly declared he wanted to go to the arcade and all the others enthusiastically agreed, happy about the distraction.

That is when Jeonghan realized life has gone on and not stopped for anyone, the time he was supposed to seize his moment has passed and it wont ever come back. He now has to live his life without the presence of one of the most precious thing he ever had the privilege to possess, your love.

a/n 3: thank you all for reading !!

#svt #angst #fluff #jeonghan #f2l #coworkers #seventeen x reader #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen x oc #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan angst #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan x y/n #jeonghan x oc #jeonghan x you #yoon jeonghan #svt angst #svt imagines #svt fanfic #svt au #svt x reader #svt fanfiction

[incognitopolls]

Assuming you're not talking about anything particularly sensitive or private…

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #polls about jobs #submitted dec 6 #work #coworkers #jobs #employees

[minkminkart]

Alvin. Alvin.

@favorvn

#oc #oc artist #my ocs #visual novel #yandere #male yandere #minkmink #favorvn #coworkers #crush #crushing

[deity-prompts]

I've only seen a few making one-liners/prompts on office romance T^T please make one huehue 🛐🥺

How could I ever say no to that face 🥺? I LOVED making these so please let me know if you want more.

Office Romance Prompts

Prompts

A pretends to not know how to work appliances around the office (photocopier, coffee machine, etc.) so that B will help them.

There’s an office Secret Santa and A swaps with people in order to get B because they have a great present idea for them. Little do they know, B is doing the same thing.

A and B are secretaries for two different executives and often stop by each other’s desks to complain about their boss.

A has a series of meetings with someone who speaks a different language, and B, who’s bilingual, volunteers to be their translator.

A is a delivery person for a local café who does two coffee runs to the office per day. B orders extra coffees throughout the day for an excuse to talk to A.

Oneliners

“Can you grab me some coffee too—” “Already did. Just the way you like it.”

“Your work ties are always so boring so I figured I’d get you a more interesting one.”

“You spend more time at my desk than yours.”

“Didn’t you hear? One of us is getting fired.”

“If we’re going to share an office, you have to let me decorate it a little.”

“I’m just sitting on the roof eating leftover ‘congratulations on your new job’ cake. Wanna join me?”

“I don’t think what your wearing is suitable for an office.”

“How many of my pens have you borrowed? Ten? Thirty?”

“Someone keeps leaving origami figures in my desk.”

“Did the storage closet door lock behind us?”

Also see:

Reasons for entrepreneurs to fake date

Rival lawyer prompts and oneliners

Prompts masterlist

#coworkers #coworkers to lovers #office romance #office romance prompts #writing prompts #otp prompts #writing oneliners #dialogue prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #writing challenge #writing inspiration

[pratchettquotes]

"You know I've always wanted a paperless office--"

"Yes, Archchancellor, that's why you hide it all in cupboards and throw it out of the window at night."

"Clean desk, clean mind," said the Archchancellor.

Terry Pratchett, The Truth

#mustrum ridcully #the bursar #the truth #discworld #terry pratchett #coworkers #organization #paperwork #paperless #avoidance #paperlessoffice #clean desk clean mind #the mustrum ridcully school of management

[lackinglevi]

yandere!coworker when you’re out sick

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, mention of kidnapping, mentions of being sick, mention of murder.

a/n: first time actually finishing something and posting it, i have no idea how to start doing this shit.

yandere!coworker . . . who just can’t help but wonder if you won’t bother coming into work today when he catches a glimpse of your heavy panting and a chilled towel placed on your pretty forehead from the camera he managed to discreetly place in the aquarium facing your bed, which is just below the window-the exact one he’s learned to expertly open and shut hundreds of times by now without so much as an offbeat breath from your sleeping form.

yandere!coworker . . . who is already hyperventilating at the thought of not being able to see the way your hips move side-to-side while walking up to greet those disgusting customers who recognize-like him-just how intoxicating you are and hope for the chance to get the cute girl’s number. he’s replaying the incident from a couple days ago in his head like a loop. you squeamishly made your way over to him from across the room that night when you knew you wouldn’t be able to get the annoying regular who insists he can "treat you right" off your tail. he’s got it handled really! he’s glad you can trust him to deal with these pesky animals. a princess like you needs to be taken care of, you just need.…him (even if you don’t see that yet), not some greasy-fingered 40-something clinging to the hem of your shorts like a child. you don’t even notice the news headline proclaiming his tragic "suicide" the following week!

yandere!coworker . . .  who wonders if he should call out from work and bring you some warm soup? would it be too weird if he showed up on your doorstep? maybe just leaving a small note that reads, "feel better my love<;3 you look divine in your sleep" beside the steaming pot of chicken noodle soup and leaving it at your doorstep would suffice. crouched down on the neighbor's front lawn to ensure you got your meal, he can’t help but notice the way you still look stunning as your limping form appeared behind the keypad-locked door (he’s made sure to get the code just in case you need his help!), the ruffles on your pajama shorts just barely exposing the color of your underwear, you went with red that day. my favorite color, he thought, whether or not you made that choice knowingly, it already had a tent forming in his pants and he took mental note to snatch the pair you had on now, the next morning.

yandere!coworker . . . who can’t handle knowing whether or not your extremely high fever has gone down and spends the entirety of his lunch break monitoring you from the dozens of hidden cameras he’s managed to put in your home during his little "visits." from the way your breath quickens, to the way you mumble silly nothings in your sleep, he’s entranced (but still keeping a worried face). he records everything, not only in his mind, but on his spare flash drive while being squeezed into the bathroom stall. a so-called private moment, to be replayed only by him later on. he can’t help but think about how good he’s going to treat you the next time you’re sick. . . because you’ll be with him! his own wellbeing is of no concern to him, but just think of how much easier it would be to know you were around him 24/7. it’s much less stressful for him to know you’ll always be nearby instead of staying up for nights on end peeled behind bright monitors in a poorly lit room, which is what his routine consisted of for the past couple of months. 

yandere!coworker . . . who once he manages to get your nails to stop clawing at his arms and reassures you that you’re only in his basement for your own health (which he’s lined up with all your favorites and everything you may need down there), swears no one knows how to treat their darling better than he does, even if he’s just the dead-eyed coworker that manages to scare off most of the new customers and seems to be around you just a little too much. he can be more than your coworker. . . you'll see that soon!

wc: 711

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #tw dark content #tw stalking #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #tw kidnapping #dark content #yandere male #yandere x you #coworkers #imagines #tw sick mention #workplace #male #male x reader #first post #be my frieeennnddd

[call-me-maggie13]

Things my coworkers said during the Barbie movie:

Carson (17) : “wait. Is Ken the OG incel?”

Jermie (22) : “where do I get those rollerblades?” Also “That little girl is kinda mean. It’s not Barbie’s fault the world sucks. She should punch a president instead of yelling at Barbie.”

Jalen (19) : “now I’m upset that horses don’t run the world.”

Ken (24) : [quietly, during “I’m Just Ken,” in time with the music] “Ken. Ken. Ken. Ken. Ken.”

Caleb (18, his first day was the same day we went to the movie) : “I always thought I would want Morgan Freeman to narrate my life, but now I want Lizzo to write a song about it.”

Nathan (22, dressed up as Allan) : “Midge is actually Allan’s wife. Did you know that? He’s not actually gay. I mean, he is because him and Ken definitely fuck but - ” [gets told to shut up by another movie-goer] [quietly] “some people don’t know the Barbie lore and it shows.”

Cody (20, brought his gf but made her sit alone so he could sit with us) : “I like the little old lady. She reminds me of my granny. Except less racist.”

Questions the boys asked after the Barbie movie:

Carson : “I don’t think I understood it. Why was Barbieland supposed to be better than the real world if the Kens were treated like objects.” [we all kinda explain it] “Wait. Maggie. You feel like a Ken every day? I’m so sorry.”

Jermie : “Why did the old lady not tell Barbie she could be real? Is that something I was supposed to understand?”

Jalen : “Was that Dua Lipa? Was she a mermaid? Also, Ryan Gosling? Margot Robbie? Kate McKinnon? Dude. I thought this was gunna be bad just because it had so many big Hollywood people. But it was - god. Greta Gerwig will definitely be mentioned in my next therapy session. Can we come back next week?”

Ken : “Did you cry? I didn’t cry. It was alright.” (he definitely cried. Twice. I sat next to him.)

Caleb : “Can we get matching I Am Kenough shirts?”

Nathan : “Can I write a letter to Greta Gerwig to both thank her and ask her to never make a movie again? I don’t think I’ll survive another Greta movie.” (He has seen Little Women (2019) and Lady Bird (2017). He claims to have not recovered from either of them as well.)

Cody : “What’s a gynecologist?”

#my work #i work with men #i love working with them #boys will be Barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #greta gerwing barbie #greta gerwig #barbie and ken #the boys and I have had long talks about the Barbie movie #they love it #we love it #we are getting matching I am kenough shirts #coworkers #boys from work #Barbie

[db2k]

Tohoshinki VOGUE JAPAN 2018

#coworkers #kpopedit #malegroupsnet #dailybg #tohoshinki #tvxq #dbsk #u know #max changmin #yunho #changmin #hagstan #userjinki #tuseral #usermolly #userbexrex #flashing tw #idil.gif #i.tvxq

[genevawren38]

I could headcanon this though.

Cause in lore a robot [Created body & transferred consciousness?] and an immortal totem decide a nuclear creeper that has a gigantic explosion is the perfect prank for the old crow whose a hermit but also surrounded by people.

The crow then blames the demon who is known for arguing with the shark totem no matter the era because they exist to spite each other affectionately and with sharp objects.

These immortal motherfuckers and their idea of a prank is twisted lmao

#qsmp #wrenrambles #qsmp tubbo #qsmp foolish #qsmp philza #qsmp badboyhalo #these damn immortals and their idea of fun #wrensheadcanons #qsmp lore #landduo #foolhalo #undying duo #hardcore duo #soulhunters #coworkers

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: seungcheol x you

Requested: no

Release date: 24-04-24

Genre: mafia au, reverse of getting kidnaped by the mafia boss, fluff, e2l, crack, assistant au

Warning(s): mention of abduction, guns?, cheol is a menace, brief mentions of drugs (do tell me if i missed anything)

summary: It was not supposed to be like this, it was a meticulous plan perfectly curated by you, Jun and Seokmin. You were supposed to go get the man who was the future heir of the Kim Corps named Mingyu, you ever had a pic of his. Most importantly it was definitely not supposed to be the man who now sits in your basement claiming that he is the leader of the mafia organisation you three work for.

Word count: 5.8k

Other works

Beta reader(s): @wonuwrites-main and @anonmonty (sweet sweet angles helped me with proof reading, or else im fucking incompetent)

disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus, if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.

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It is a beautiful day, and like they always say: beautiful things happen on beautiful days, and you were damn ready for the said beautiful thing to happen!

The plan is simple—you and Jun have gone over it at least fifty times, and Seokmin has been standing there listening to you both intently throughout the whole ordeal. 

“So, let’s go over it once again,” you say, pointing at the white board with the picture of a man, Mingyu to be exact, the heir to the Kim Corp. and your target. 

“He leaves his office to have coffee every afternoon exactly at 3pm at the nearest café named ‘Carvery’, am I right?” Jun and Seokmin nod with a concentrated look on their faces. 

“Next he goes to the park, sits there for fifteen minutes, on most days, and then takes the path that leads them straight back to the building, correct?” The two men again nod, and then Jun takes over the talking. 

“More often than not, he hates company during his afternoon runs, so the best chance we have of abducting the man is when he is between the café and the park. This will give us at least a twenty-minute head start before the police and his family start looking for him.” 

Now you and Seokmin nod at the man, and Seokmin takes the podium to present the next part. 

“Jun and I will be on the streets while y/n waits in the car, and from the background check we ran last month, we know the man is well trained in martial arts, so we will try and attack him with the anesthetic as soon as possible.” 

“And after the guy is unconscious, we will flee with his ass~,” adds Jun. 

“Sounds like a solid plan,” you laugh as you high five the two men. 

Indeed, it was a solid plan. You three had considered every possibility and chosen this day to execute your plan. It’s perfect and thorough, so what can go wrong? 

-- 

A lot apparently. 

You reached the destination ten minutes early to give Seokmin and Jun ample amount of time to prepare for the attack. 

As you parked your car near the pavement where the abduction would take place, you see a man walk past the car wearing a beige trench coat with some sort of concoction from the coffee shop. 

Now if you were a seasoned abductor, you would have known not to mess with the person as the timing was not right. But that was not the case, and seeing a person who vaguely matched the physical descriptions of the man you were actually supposed to abduct gave you enough reason to jump the gun and take this man hostage. 

Before you could process anything, Seokmin jumped on the guy, trying to tackle him while Jun tried to find a way to inject the drug into his system. After another minute of struggle, taking at least five punches in their abdomen and faces, both the men were successful in sedating the man.  

They hurriedly carried him to the car and you three sped off to the base to ask his family for ransom. 

-- 

You have been back at the base for three hours now. As you look at the unconscious man tied to the chair in front, you realize the grave mistake you made by not seeing his face the minute you were actually kidnapping him. 

“I mean if you look at his eyes, they look very similar to the real target, you know. Maybe he ate too much last night and is a bit swollen now,” Jun says in a wise tone. Now if you were stupid like Seokmin, you would have accepted this analogy of his just like the hundred others he had spewed in the past two hours, but you are not. So, you hit the guy’s head while calmly saying. 

“Will you keep quiet for a minute? You know as well as I that this is the wrong man. We don’t even know who he actually is. So, we wait for him to gain consciousness and then interrogate him.”  

You have figured that screaming and crying will get you nowhere. All it will do is trigger Seokmin’s panic attack, and you do not think he can manage another one after the one hour long one he just resurfaced from.  

“Our best bet is that we abducted a pretty important dude, or else we know the boss will have our meat served to his dogs for their nightly feasts,” you continued. 

“I can see he is wearing pretty costly brands all over. My guts say he is rich,” Seokmin pipes up. 

“Seok, your gut told you to scream for the past hour. I don’t trust it a lot now,” you complain. 

“I think it’s your fault, too. You should have stopped us from abducting the guy instead of just staring from the car, you know,” Jun says. 

Now, you will consider yourself to be a level-headed person, but one thing that gets to you more than anything else is a false accusation. On top of that, the bitch has the gal to accuse you of being careless when they were the ones showing literally no care about their work, owing to the fact you were not even supposed to abduct the untouchable Kim Mingyu in the first place. The leader of your clan, although you three had never seen him, mostly operated through Jeonghan, his right-hand man. The guy you agreed to kidnap was apparently remarkably close to your boss. But when faced with the tough choice of loyalty towards one gang and the lump sum of three million, you three had to face the situation and betray your gang. You know you should not, but the small jobs with the gang were not enough to even pay your rent!  

So, who does Jun think he is to shift the blame towards you when you have done nothing but try to make a secure living for all three of you. Therefore, you do the thing that your sane brain advises you to. 

Go off at Jun. 

“So, if I fail to babysit two grown men while on an extremely important mission that included them, the blame is shifted towards me?!” 

“You were both supposed to wait for my instructions before confronting the poor bloke. Now, if things go wrong, it will be your faults, and I will be dragged into it because I was the main brain behind the planning.”  

“Guys, I think we should focus on the guy more; I think he is stirring.” 

This statement from Seokmin caught both of your attention, causing you to cease the argument immediately to take a look at the man in front of you. 

Without hesitation, you put your gun on his head and ask, “who are you, tell us about yourself.” 

The man albeit good looking with his doe eyes and plump lips, gave you three a mean stare before speaking sassily. 

“Shouldn’t you know the identity of the person you kidnap?” 

“If we knew, I don’t think I would have asked about you,” you reply. 

The man scoffs before informing you the most gut-wrenching piece of information you have ever heard. 

“I’m Choi Seungcheol leader of Choi Clan.” 

-- 

When Seungcheol met Mingyu today, he was feeling particularly drained and sought the comfort of a familiar face, longing for a brief respite from the relentless demands of his job. Mingyu, sensing his friend's exhaustion, proposed they take a detour to unwind, considering Seungcheol's grueling schedule. Gratefully accepting the suggestion, Seungcheol had embarked on what he thought would be a much-needed moment of relaxation. 

Oh, how wrong he was. 

As he leisurely sipped his coffee, enjoying a fleeting moment of calm, the tranquility was shattered by the sudden onslaught of a group of thugs. Seungcheol had braced himself for a possible mugging, but the idea of being abducted never crossed his mind. He curses himself for sending Soonyoung away earlier, now regretting not having company in this unforeseen predicament. 

To make matters worse, Seungcheol felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. A mafia boss getting abducted! 

How humiliating.  

Now, do not get him wrong, he was, in reality, as far from incompetent as the Sahara was from water, as Seungkwan was from being calm, as Jihoon was from showing affection—you get the point. 

In fact, he had been the first in three generations to successfully reclaim the southeastern part of the city for his clan from the Yoon family, a testament to his capabilities. 

Now bound and surrounded by three hapless captors whose incompetence was glaringly evident, judging by the one who he suspects was crying prior to their conversation with him. He suspected they had targeted Mingyu, but mistakenly seized him instead. Seungcheol could not help but shake his head at their sheer incompetence. 

Now, again, he is not that scared. He knows he has a trusted pack of workers who would join heaven and earth in search of him. No, he is least bothered about himself. 

What he is actually bothered about is who planned to abduct Mingyu, because he is strictly off limits for his clan members. He knows this as much as anyone that they respect the young heir a lot, not only due to his kind nature, but also because of the relationship he has with their leader. 

So, when he informs his three kidnappers his name, he gets the weirdest of responses ever—a chorus of ‘shits’ and ‘fucks.’ Moreover, he sees all three of his kidnappers suddenly fall down at his feet and grumbling out the most nonsensical bullshit ever. The only words he vaguely captures are ‘it was supposed to be someone else’ and ‘sirs’. 

This confuses the man even more. But then he suddenly sees all three of them take their masks off, revealing two men and, dare he say, a very gorgeous woman. Now in any other situation,

Seungcheol would have laughed, but now that he is in it himself, the only reaction he can provide is a confused head nod as the woman immediately goes to untie his hands. 

-- 

“So, you are telling me that you were paid to abduct my friend who you know is off limits, but still went ahead with the idea, even though you are the members of my gang?!”  

He says as he looks at your group standing in front of him with their heads bowed down looking like kids getting scolded.  

“But sir, we barely make any money from doing the jobs assigned to us. The only way for us to pay our rent was for taking up jobs from outside, and this one paid us a huge sum. We never wanted you to be the one getting abducted instead, we swear!” you suddenly exclaim with the extreme need to explain yourself. 

Your two partners beside you do their dutiful job by nodding their heads with your rant. 

“You three fucked up really bad, didn’t you?” He says, looking a tad bit amused. 

“We are really sorry!” Seokmin chokes out, visibly scared by the whole ordeal. 

“Well, it’s time I go back, so take me back to the office.” 

Right after that statement comes out of his mouth, you three are escorting him out of the door to the car parked outside to take him back. 

-- 

“So, you are telling me these three, these newbies who literally didn’t have any good job for them to gain experience, drugged your ass and took you to god knows where, and you couldn’t even put up a good fight?!” 

Jeonghan exclaims, looking at the seated, nervous, and scared faces of the three of you from Seungcheol’s office’s glass. 

“Apparently not,” the older man sighs. 

“My friend, are you sure you are a real mafia? Because in light of the current happenings, I am starting to question your integrity a lot.” Jeonghan says as he barks out a laugh, taking immense pleasure at his friend’s humiliation. 

“Or maybe you were too caught up staring at the pretty lady to notice that you were getting kidnapped.” 

The bitch continues to make fun of the older man. 

“I just thought I was getting mugged, so I didn’t fight hard enough. Who knew I would be kidnapped instead.” Seungcheol grumbles, pouting a bit. 

“Which is even worse, because you are telling me you would have let people just mug you for no reason when you are one of the most influential people underground!” Jeonghan said while looking pretty concerned about the statement his superior just spewed, and he does indeed have a hard time accepting it. 

“Ahh! Just get over with it and let me go. Plus make sure the three of them face the appropriate consequences for not only abducting me, but also trying to abduct my friend,” Seungcheol barks out while walking out, thoroughly humiliated, and annoyed that his junior was having fun at his expense. 

So Jeonghan does the very thing at which he is extremely good. 

Create chaos. 

 Right after his superior leaves, he strides towards the group and says, “so because the boss has instructed me to do something with you three which will stop you guys from going off the hook, I’m going to assign you some jobs in the organization because I can.” 

Now, anyone even vaguely familiar with Jeonghan would recognize the expression he wore just before chaos ensued, but contrary to popular belief, Jeonghan is actually quite amiable—at least, that is what he believes, and that is what matters, right? 

He continues, “Junhui, you will be overseeing the artillery division. Our deputy head Chan will ensure you are well informed about your job. You will meet him tomorrow. As for Seokmin,” he paused, a sly smile crossing his face, which made Seokmin visibly nervous, “You, my friend, will be our esteemed boss's driver. Lastly, y/n, you will be his assistant. You shall be meeting Chan tomorrow, too; he will explain the workings of your new role.” 

Normally, in any ordinary conversation, you would not dare ask inappropriate questions, but the circumstances were far from normal, so you proceeded with the most audacious question you could muster: “Why did Chan leave his previous post?” 

Jeonghan politely responded, “He left because the job didn’t suit him, so we shifted him to the artillery department as a deputy head.” 

Unspoken was the fact that Chan had been worn down by the boss's relentless bullying, quietly requesting a transfer for at least three years before Jeonghan finally relented. Since then, the turnover of assistants had been alarmingly high. Jeonghan desperately hoped you would stick around. Moreover, if either you or Seungcheol objected to this arrangement, he had enough leverage to ensure you both comply. Enough dirt to keep both of you in line. 

-- 

Your meeting with Chan the next day went well. He explained to you the workings, gave you tips and tricks on how to make sure all the work gets done. Overall, a 10/10 experience, except the small hiccup at the end where he cryptically said something along the lines of “Best of all fucking luck with this job because you will need it.” 

Now a small best of luck is never a bad gesture, but that statement! 

That shit was a bit too hostile, even for you. But you are fine, happy even. Anything that saves you from getting your life cut short by a mafia leader is always welcomed. 

-- 

“What are you doing here?”  

“Where is Jeonghan?” 

The first two sentences to ever leave The Choi Seungcheol’s mouth the minute he sees your face when he comes into his office that afternoon. Indeed, so delightful! 

"Sir, I've been assigned as your work assistant for the time being," you reply, your eyes downcast. It is a surreal turn of events considering just yesterday this man was tied up in your basement. After that ordeal, everything seemed to take on a different hue, almost as if you were hearing the bells of heaven. So, that reaction seems pretty appropriate to you given the circumstances. 

Now you see our oh so beloved Mr. Choi was not just an underground mob because what is the fun in that, right! He mostly did international business under the guise of his company named The ChoiTech, solely based on providing technological change using sustainable means. Pretty cleaver tactic, although overused, but still gets the job done, so who are you to judge. 

The man looking extremely shocked at your statement immediately rushed inside his office, you presume, to call Jeonghan. And sure enough, within five minutes of him disappearing from your sight, you could hear him loudly complaining to his secretary on the phone. “But Jeonghan I can’t be collaborating with her, after what she did to me yesterday!” 

The man whined and then suddenly you could hear hushed whispers, so being the curious cat you were, slowly crept near the door to hear the conversation better. 

“But man, it’s humiliating. She kidnapped me for fucks sake”, the oh so powerful man, who people assumed will one day rule the underworld, whined like a kid who has been denied to go on a playdate with their best friend. 

By this time, you were almost pressed onto the door when suddenly the sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump away from it and look about for the person who stopped you from consuming you daily dose of gossip. 

The culprit, Joshua, stood right in front of your desk with an amused look on his face. 

Now Joshua is someone you were extremely familiar with, being the man who took care of assigning roles to the lower members of the group, you have had a lot of angry conversations with him. 

“I would ask you if Seungcheol is busy, but the way you were trying so hard to eavesdrop, makes me think otherwise,” he says, making you roll your eyes. 

“Just give me a minute to tell him you are here, then you can go in.” 

The man nodded still looking thoroughly amused at how sad you looked due to missing out on whatever conversation you were listening to. 

After a minute, the man was inside, now looking even happier that he has seen his next victim to torment. 

-- 

“So Jeonghan was indeed right,” he said, looking like he was having a tough time controlling his laugh. 

“Not you, too,” the pouty man whined from behind the desk. “But really, can you tell him to not put that woman as my assistant? I get war flashbacks every time I see her face,” he continued whining. 

“I mean, I could do that, but where is the fun there, right!” Joshua, thoroughly enjoying his boss’s misery, replied. “But in all seriousness, you could just treat her like Chan. The boy is still traumatized by the amount of work you made him do,” he thoughtfully added. 

The older replies, “I liked Chan, he was nice, would do anything you ask him to!” 

“And so will she. Her life is at stake here, give her some benefit of the doubt.” 

This statement made the older think like never before. Plans of tormenting you to quit your job rushing past his brain at high speed. Suddenly everything made sense. 

“I can take my revenge! That is exactly why Jeonghan made her my assistant. Oh, my friend is such a genius!” Seungcheol said, looking a bit too enthusiastic. 

“Ok, I am sure it was done to decrease his workload, but whatever you say, man,” the younger said skeptically after seeing the diabolical look on the elder’s face. 

-- 

It has already been three weeks and suddenly you understand what Chan meant all those days back when he wished you good luck. To put it quite plainly, your boss is crazy. 

The man was a combination of workaholic and perfectionist, which resulted in him getting swamped by work and by default the same fate befalls you every day, too. For the past three weeks, you have had a challenging time at the office to even take a break to eat food. 

The men you called your enemies once, aka Jeonghan and Joshua, are the ones now saving you from dying out of malnutrition. You are eternally thankful to them. But more than anything now, you regret trying to kidnap Kim Mingyu—the name makes you want to cry in a corner and throw rocks at people, if you had any time to do so. 

“Sir, you scheduled two appointments at the same time: the new project for the Orin Community Park and another one with Mr. Xu for the narcotic deal.” 

You informed the man who had his face shoved in some papers, reading something diligently.  

“Why did you not stop me from doing so then, you were right beside me when I was going through the plan.” 

Now, it is your job to curate the perfect schedule for the man to follow, but Seungcheol being the guy born only to cause you inconvenience made his schedule for the week himself this time. 

Why you might ask?

Purely because the man is a chronic insomniac and whenever he has trouble sleeping, instead of taking measures to have a peaceful sleep, he tries his hands in different works because he can, and this time his victim was the poor, poor schedule of his. 

“Because you had already sent them both emails, sir,” you say, thoroughly exasperated. 

“Ok maybe I did, so now I obviously can’t cancel on both so you figure out something so that I can attend both the meetings, because I ain’t missing any.” 

The man just turns his chair around and keeps reading whatever he was reading in the first place.

With an extremely calm voice, you say, “sir I need you to stop trying to do something to pass time when you can’t sleep. I need you to actually go to a doctor.”  “Can’t,” comes his response, making you sigh more. 

Sometimes it feels like you are working as a babysitter to a grown man instead of an assistant to a CEO. 

Seeing the conversation would be going nowhere if you keep talking to him, you go out and do the second-best thing in your books. 

Call Chan. 

“Lemme guess, the boss is giving you a hard time!” The first sentence he says right after picking up the phone. 

Sighing, you tell him all of Seungcheol’s various administrative behaviors throughout this week. When you got to the part where he had so bravely and meticulously made the perfect schedule, Chan started laughing. The gall of that boy! 

“Wait, he still does that!” He exclaimed between his laughs, making you feel even more annoyed. 

After calming down he says, “just make Jeonghan or Jihoon go for the community meeting and let him manage the narc. I know you are thankful, so do not mention it, but maybe buy me a meal when you are free, as a repayment.” 

Chuckling at the younger boy, you agreed to get him whatever he asks for purely because he is a literal angel, and he deserves the world. Ok, maybe it is a bit too dramatic, but the boy was indeed your angel in disguise. 

Planning on following through with the advice Chan gave you, you called both Jeonghan and Jihoon simultaneously. As Jeonghan was busy, Jihoon accepted the work of going to the community welfare meeting instead of Seungcheol. 

After that, the whole day was smooth sailing. But the main root of all your problems was happy, maybe not healthy, but the look of pure happiness and the twinkling eyes when he passed by your desk was hard to miss.  

This man was slowly but surely making sure to strip you of your patience bit by bit. 

--  

The last straw to eradicating your already depleting patience came when Seungcheol in all his glory, during one of his nightly ‘Imma take away other’s jobs because sleep refuses to befriend me’ escapades, deleted all your assistant notes for the server by mistake. 

You still are baffled as to how he did that. Truth be told so is he. He was scrolling away on his phone when he saw this reel about ‘how to increase your Wi-Fi speed.’ Extremely intrigued by it, he had actually tried to increase the internet speed in his house, and he swears on every god on planet earth it worked. So, he tried doing so with the one in his office, which weirdly enough resulted in removal of all the information that you had stored in your laptop. 

Now if this would have happened to his computer, too, you would not have gotten as angry as you were, but the motherfucker’s computer was all well and good and if you actually pay attention, it seems that his internet speed has increased, too! 

How this man become a CEO is beyond you. What is not so beyond is your pure hatred for him and his technologically challenged ass. 

So that night when Seungcheol, stayed back as usual to do work, you took your chances, entered his office, and slammed a ball of yarn and two knitting needles on his table while scaring the life out of the, not so, poor man. 

“Start knitting!” you calmly said. 

“But I don’t know how to though!” he replies, thoroughly confused. 

“Then learn, Seungcheol! I don’t care what you want to do, I need you to learn and pick up a hobby, start gaming, try knitting anything! Just make sure you are not trying to turn the office upside down.” 

Anyone who knows Seungcheol also knows never to question his nightly routines, but more than that, they also know the pride of the man is too high to ever accept his mistake. So, when you commit the grave crime of pointing out his mishap with the Wi-Fi router that morning, you hit the nail on the head and pissed him to the fucking moon. 

“So, you think I’m bad at what I do?!” 

“No, I think you are technically inept. And you should leave it to people who are good at it.” 

This pisses off Seungcheol more than anything, but you don’t let him intervene as you keep speaking. 

“On top of that you are constantly making changes in your schedule without informing me. You’re your assistant. Maybe have you ever considered the fact that your schedule was made so that your day is smooth sailing, and no two activities overlap!” 

“Just because you refuse to go to a doctor and try and find a way to manage your stress does not mean you make the workplace hell for us.” 

By the end of your rant, you were fuming and Seungcheol was stunned. 

Clearing his throat, he says awkwardly, “I’m sorry you feel so, I will try and fix my schedule.” 

Now, although this statement made you feel better, it also confused you, as you were fully prepared to have a full-blown fight with the man. Him backing down was never an option. But now that it has happened, you muttered a small, “I shall be going then”, to which your boss meekly nodded. 

After you were outside, you ended up feeling better due to unloading all your anger on the man. It was refreshing. Now you just needed to see what changes tomorrow will bring for Seungcheol. 

-- 

It had been two months since you had the argument with Seungcheol, more like your single woman shouting spree. But things have been better. He has tried to keep his need for new experiences down and this has made your life exponentially easier.  

Did you now have time to eat. Absolutely not! 

But the office was not a nightmare anymore.  

If someone would have told you five months ago that this is what your future held for you, you would have straight up laughed at their face and told them to get themselves checked. But life has weird ways of throwing you in situations you don’t expect yourself to be in, and you have no other ways of getting out but learn to go with the flow. 

You sometimes talk to Jun and Seokmin, and you have realized you got the hardest of all the jobs.

You asked Jeonghan about it once and his answer was, “because I can and its fun!” 

So here you are sitting on the couch with Seokmin while enjoying your sandwich when you see Seungcheol come outside carrying a bag, Jeonghan trailing behind him sporting this devilish look on his face. 

The big man walks towards you and hands you the bag. Opening it you notice a green scarf sitting at the bottom. 

“Seungcheol’s first knitting creation, and he says thank you for forcing him to learn knitting. It helps him sleep now.” Jeonghan says while pointing at the bag even before the older man could open his mouth. 

Seokmin tries to make himself as invisible as possible while looking extremely interested in the whole situation unfolding in front of him. 

Seungcheol waves his hands at Jeonghan trying to hush him down and whines, “let me speak!” 

“I made this cause you told me it would help me sleep! I didn’t think it could actually help me, but it looks like it did, so I’m extremely thankful for your suggestion.”

“Good job!” Jeonghan says, patting Seungcheol’s head like he was a child, making you laugh a bit. 

“Thank you for listening to me, sir!” 

“Oh, no, call him by his name, or else he will become weird with you again!” Jeonghan says, making you laugh again. Seungcheol pouts at both of you and storms back to his office, with Jeonghan at his tail making fun of him yet again. 

After that, you kept the bag in your desk and went to bid your friend goodbye. 

“He looked like he was confessing to his crush, you know”, Seokmin muses. 

“Maybe he has a crush on you!” He exclaimed after pausing for a moment. 

“I don’t, he is a weird person,” you had replied thoughtfully. 

Realizing he has been chatting with you for a long time, Seokmin quickly rushes outside while loudly screaming a ‘goodbye’ for the whole building to hear. 

When you came back to your desk, Jeonghan was waiting for you there. The man just looked at you with a smirk and said, “see you later y/n, and make sure to wear the scarf!” 

Jeonghan is a weird person. You more often than not don’t listen to what he tells you to do. He forces you to do them anyways. 

“Seriously, lady, do wear the scarf. Plus, it’s cold outside—you won’t get a heatstroke if you do so.” 

With that he was outside of the office, too. Slowly work caught up with you and you forgot about the scarf altogether. 

-- 

That evening, as you were finishing up at work and preparing to leave, you grabbed the scarf that had been gifted to you and wrapped it around your neck before stepping out of the office. 

Unbeknownst to you, the man who had given you the scarf felt a rush of joy upon seeing you wear it. Concealing his flushed cheeks, he quietly followed you out and spontaneously invited you to join him for dinner, explaining that he had given Seokmin the night off and now was in extreme need of a dinner companion, as Seokmin would fill in that position on most nights. It was unusual for him to make such a request, but you were both hungry and couldn't resist the offer of a free meal, even if it was from someone as harmless as him. 

"So, what do you think?" Seungcheol asked as the two of you sat at the ramen shop waiting for your orders. 

"About what?" You replied, genuinely puzzled by his question. 

"Didn't you read the letter?" He asked, his face turning even redder as he mentioned it. 

"What letter?" You responded, glancing around until Seungcheol nodded towards the bag in which he gave you the scarf, looking inside you noticed an envelope that matched the interior perfectly sitting at the bottom. 

"Oh! I can read it now," you exclaimed. 

"Don't worry about it right now," he interjected as the waiter arrived with your bowls of ramen. 

Despite his reluctance to discuss the letter further, your curiosity only grew stronger after he dropped you off at your doorstep. Once inside your home, you wasted no time in retrieving the letter from your bag. Its contents filled you with excitement like never before. 

The following day at the office, you placed another letter on Seungcheol's desk before getting on with your usual tasks, eager to see his reaction. 

-- 

"So, let me get this straight—you've been dating our boss for the past month?" Exclaimed Jun, eyes wide with disbelief. 

"Why didn't you tell us sooner? How did this even happen?!" Chimed in Seokmin, equally stunned by the news. 

As soon as you revealed your relationship with Seungcheol, you found yourself bombarded with a flurry of questions from your friends. It was amusing to witness their sheer astonishment, and yet, deep down, it felt incredibly rewarding to share this surprising news with them.

What started as a casual hangout quickly transformed into a lively interrogation session, with your friends firing off all sorts of curious inquiries. Most pressing among them was the question: 

“How and when did all of this happen?!” 

You couldn't blame them for their curiosity. It seemed like just yesterday that you had kidnapped Seungcheol off the street instead of his friend Mingyu, which resulted in Jeonghan gaining the perfect opportunity to bully you both half to death. And let's not forget the hell and back experience you were subjected to from Seungcheol himself, the man who had once resorted to extreme tactics to get you to quit as he was reminded of the oh so humiliating experience he went through every time he saw your face. But somehow, it all worked out in the end, and you couldn't be happier about how it turned out. 

Near the end of your gathering, you couldn't resist the urge to pull out your phone and reveal the most treasured image in your gallery: a photograph capturing two pieces of paper resting on a desk. One paper bore a lengthy paragraph, while the other simply displayed a single, bold sentence: 

"Take me out on a proper date first!" 

The photo encapsulated perfectly how you both worked so well with each other. It was a sweet reminder of how unexpectedly love can bloom in the most unconventional of circumstances. 

As your friends marveled at the photo, you couldn't help but reflect on how far you and Seungcheol had come in such a short time. Despite the initial hurdles and challenges you faced with the man, you were grateful for the bond you now shared—a relationship built on laughter, friendship, and, of course, a bit of unexpected romance. 

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DARE TO SURRENDER (FINAL CHAPTER) JavierPenax f!Reader

Dare to Surrender Finale

DARE TO SURRENDER: Javier Pena x f!reader

Words: 9.8

summary: Things with Javier finally come to a head and the truth comes out at a dinner party thrown by the Murphy's.

warnings: (some tags not included to avoid plot spoiler) unprotected p in v, dirty talk, love, romantic, domestic, sex at work/public-ish sex.

A/N: Ya know I'm gonna miss these two. Didn't expect a silly little smutty story to turn romantic but I'm happy where we leave these two. Wanna know what y'all think about this story!

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DARE TO SURRENDER FINALE

Javier feels like shit when he strides into work on Monday. His head is pounding and his mouth tastes like an ashtray much stronger than usual. 

He can't stop thinking about you. About your taste and the way you'd kissed him. You kissed him! You initiated it! And it felt so fucking good. Not just fucking you but your hand carding through his hair, your eyes so glazed as you whimpered against his mouth. 

And then you'd mentioned Brad. Fucking Brad.

Javier feels his stomach churn at the memory. This jealousy gnawed at him the entire weekend and hasn't let up. What had he been expecting though? That you'd come home with him? No he hadn't been expecting it. He'd been desperately hoping for it. He'd wanted it so badly. Wanted you to tell him that these feelings aren't one sided. 

But you didn't. 

And why would you? He's been horrible. How could you ever guess the depths of his feelings when he's been blowing hot and cold? The thing is Javier has no idea what to do with these feelings for you. The last time he thought he cared about a woman he left her at the altar. 

He doesn't trust his heart. 

Javier comes to his office door, imagining you there on other side and he notices his hands are shaking. He chases drug cartels down and the thought of you has his fucking hands shaking. He swallows thickly before pushing the door open. 

You're not there. 

Murphy calls Javier over immediately, citing a lead they need to follow in town. Javier decides that he needs to throw himself into his work. That is better that his attention go somewhere else.

But it doesn't. All day all he can think of is you. 

"You okay, man?" Murphy asks on the drive over. "You're acting off."

"Just hungover."

Javi can tell that Steve doesn't buy it, but it's thankful when he lets it go. 

You're not there Tuesday either. 

It makes the days drag by, not seeing your face across the room. He misses the way your tongue peeks out the corner of your mouth when you type. He misses bringing you coffee and feeling your gentle smile as you take it from him in grateful surprise. But most of all he just misses your presence.  

Because he likes you. He more than likes you.

It's become pathetically apparent to Javier in a way he can't deny any more.

Waking up Saturday morning and knowing you were probably with Brad in bed had him reaching for the bottle before his eyes were even fully open. The weekend had gone by in a drunken blur. 

He likes you a lot. More than he anticipated.. And he's realizing that he has for a long time. Even before the bet. Hell, the bet had just been a way to get closer to you, to spend more time with you. He’s terrified that he loves you

He wants you back in his apartment, back in his arms. Even if it's not to fuck, he wants you. He wants nights of snuggling under that crochet blanket, of taking you to dance in a dress you like wearing, at a bar outside of town where the music isn't too loud. He wants nights arguing about who has to cook dinner and whose place to spend the night. He wants more and he wants it with you. 

But why would you want him? He's been horrible. How could you ever guess the depths of his feelings when he's been blowing hot and cold? The thing is Javier has no idea what to do with these feelings for you. The last time he thought he cared about a woman he left her at the altar. 

He doesn't trust his heart. 

When he arrives at the office on Wednesday morning Javier decides that he'll tell you everything. If nothing else perhaps it will explain to you why he's been such a fucking dick. He considers buying flowers but then realizes that might be an overstep. He doesn’t need the entire office knowing.

But then Brad arrives with you that morning, his large hand clutching yours. He kisses your cheek and says he'll pick you up after work as you smile up at him. 

"Morning," Steve calls out and when Bradley leaves he adds: "Seems like a real nice guy."

"He is," you reply quickly. 

"You guys serious?"

Javier holds his breath. 

"Yeah," you say after a pause. "Yeah we are."

"You should definitely bring him to dinner this week then."

"Sure."

You're fast to start on work, not even offering Javier so much as a glance. Javier lights a cigarette, inhaling deeply as he realizes he's missed his chance.

It's too late. 

///

Brad spent the night on Friday. Against all your better judgment you let him come into your apartment when he dropped you off. 

You couldn't fuck him, not when Javier's saliva still clung to your inner thighs. Not when all you could do was picture his reflection in the mirror at the club. 

So you gave Brad a hand job, hating yourself because instead of focusing on the man whose cock you stroked and mouth you kissed, all you could think of was Javier Peña. Javier Peña dancing. Javier Peña calling you pretty girl. Javier Peña's mouth on yours. 

You like him.

You like the way he looks at you and not just during sex. The way his arms hold you. You like how he calls you baby in that gentle murmur that makes you feel cared for. You like how he makes you laugh. You like how his mind works during a case. You just like him. 

When Brad left the next morning all you could do was mope around your apartment thinking about how you'd fallen for your coworker. Your coworker known for his bedroom prowess. The same co-worker who has slept with half the female embassy staff and shows no signs of slowing down. You've fallen for a playboy like an idiot. 

And now you sit across from Javier at work trying everything in your power not to look at him because if you do you're terrified your eyes will give you away.

You're humiliated at how much you like playboy Peña. Even after you told yourself that you wouldn't fall for his charms. And now look at you- lovesick over a man who wants nothing from you but sex. 

The moment in the club was so obviously a power trip for Javier. Proof that he could still seduce you if he wanted. And you'd gone right along with it. Your cheeks burn at the memory of how willing you were to have his mouth between your legs. 

You think of Rosalia and the way her body had moved with his. You think of how she'd giggled about his bed. Your mouth twists into a scowl.

You'd passed her this morning as you entered the embassy hand-in-hand with Brad. You were confused at the look of open hostility she shot you. You wonder if Javier told her about the club. You wonder if after they fucked they laughed about how easily you succumbed to him.

You think of your own experience after the club. Giving Brad a hand job, kissing him before extricating yourself and setting him up with a pillow and blanket on your sofa.  

Brad had urged you to fuck him Saturday morning before he left. His hand sliding over your clothed breasts as you stirred to wakefulness in your bed. He'd been hard, palming himself through his slacks.

When you'd declined he'd been huffy, almost resentful. But he'd kissed you and told you that he'd see you at work on Monday. 

But you hadn't wanted to see Brad or Javier on Monday. Thoughts of Javier and Rosalia haunted you. Baby. Pretty girl. Thoughts of them in bed together. These painful ruminations wouldn't leave you until Tuesday night when Brad called to see how you were feeling and offered to drive you to work the next day. 

And now you sit here, shoulders hunched as you focus on your paperwork half finished from last week.  

///

Steve excuses himself during the mid-morning, citing that Connie has an appointment he needs to accompany her on.  Javier is pretty sure that means Connie's in the family way, but he just nods when his partner announces his departure. 

Then it's just you and Javier. You've taken a page from his book, tilting to use the opposite edge of your desk in order to face your back to Javier. You're typing hurriedly, your shoulders tense. 

He longs to touch you. To massage those shoulders until you loosen up. To brush your hair from your shoulders. Wants your mouth on his. 

But he can't. He knows this. Instead Javier prepares your coffee, carrying it to your desk with his heart pounding. He places it next to your hand on the desk.

"Hey," Javier says, his pulse skyrocketing when he inhales and can catch a trace of your perfume in the air. "You feeling better, osita?"

Your eyes slope up to his face, irritation clear. "You're not serious."

"What?"

"After everything you're just gonna stand there and act like you haven't treated me like absolute shit?"

Javier feels his eyes blow wide. "What?"

"I don't know what the fuck is going on with you Peña, but I can't handle all your mood swings," you tell him, eyes on his shoulder. "One minute you're following me to the club, next minute you're taking some girl home in front of me. And now you're bringing me coffee and acting like we're fine?" 

You break off, swallowing. 

"I don't deserve it," you tell him when you're voice returns. "And I think it's better if we just go back to how things used to be. Co-workers who bicker all the time."

Javier is uncharacteristically stoic, listening to you and his mouth thins as you speak before he clears his throat. 

"Is that what you want?" 

The air seems to have been sucked out of the room. You square your shoulders, taking a deep breath. 

"Yes."

Javier's face is pained as he takes in what you've said. He taps the edge of your desk absently before nodding. 

"Understood." 

He moves from your desk quickly, face tilted from you. You watch him pull on his jacket, arms snapping before he leaves the office, door closing quietly behind him. 

///

Before long it's Friday and Steve is excited to have everyone to his apartment. Apparently Connie has been working hard on food all day.

"Bring wine," Steve suggests when you ask what to bring you and Brad should bring to dinner that evening. 

You know Javier will be invited as well and you hope that he turns down the invitation. You don't want more time with Javier outside of work.  You’ve been lucky that he’s barely been in the office this week.

Steve glances at his watch, his light brows knitted. "Wonder where Jav--"

As if summoned, Javier saunters into the office and it's very reminiscent of his previous behavior. Arriving late, dropping by your desk to tease you.  

But today a cigarette is hanging out of his  mouth and he looks like he's barely been sleeping. He doesn't greet either of you.

"Hey Javi," Steve calls out, glancing over with a wry grin. "Rough night?"

"Fuck off."

Steve shoots you an amused look that you return weakly. But your gaze drifts over to Javier's brooding frame, watching as he drops into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. 

You sigh gently, your eyes darting away when he glances in your direction. You can't look him in the face, can't be swayed by those beautiful eyes of his.

"I-I'm going to the evidence locker," you murmur to Steve. "Need to check something."

You stumble from your desk, heading down to the elevator. Your foot taps, waiting. You hear a sniff from behind you, glancing over your shoulder to see Rosalia with a handful of documents. When she sees it's you, she gives a dramatic sigh, turning on her heel and heading in the opposite direction.

What the fuck? 

The elevator arrives and you load onto it, deep in thought about what just happened as the doors start to close. A broad hand slices between the closing doors at the last second and your head jerks up to see Javier sliding into the elevator next to you. 

You bristle, wanting nothing more than to break down and tell him everything. How you can't stop thinking about him. How your desire for him goes beyond the bedroom. 

But instead you fold your hands in front of you, trying to hide their trembling. Javier's shoulder brushes yours, and you can feel his eyes on you.

"Can we talk?"

"There's nothing to say, Peña." 

The elevator door opens and several men from the department load on, causing Javier to squeeze closer to you. They press the button for the lower floors and you hold your breath as Javier tilts towards you.

"Please," he murmurs, the warm air from his breath huffing against your ear. 

"Not here," you whisper, eyes steely.

You arrive at the basement level, stepping out with Javier quick on your heels. The guard out front gives you a nod as you and Peña flash your badges. He unlocks the room and you and Javier walk in, the door shutting behind you. 

The room is dark and almost immediately you feel your pulse begin to pound. You can feel Javier behind you, his body warm and the scent of leather and his cologne washes over you.  Fuck. He smells so good. It transports you back to his apartment. To riding him, his eyes and hands on your body. 

You force yourself to move to the far side of the room with large tiered shelves filled with bins. Beside it are units filled with contraband locked behind chain link. 

You pretend to look through the nearest bin, your eyes scanning the paperwork inside. You hear Javier clear his throat but you don't turn to face him. 

"I'm sorry for treating you so... I'm sorry for being such an asshole," he tells you, eyes fixed on the back of your head.  You turn your head to the side and he can just see your profile when you reply.

"You've been really horrible."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."  Javier feels his heart thudding in his chest. "I-I don't. . . It was shitty."

"Thanks," you murmur your eyes on the paper in your hand. You can't turn around and look at him. You know that if you do its game over. 

"I never meant to hurt you." Javier runs a hand through his hair. "I... I think I got, uh... I'm not used to..."

He sees your head tilt to the left indicating that you're listening to him at least. That's something. But he needs your eyes; they tell him everything you're feeling. 

"Would you look at me? Please, osita?"

You sigh, turning after a beat. Your eyes won't go to his, but they land somewhere around his collar.  He immediately feels the words he rehearsed leaving him. All he can do is step towards you, desperately. 

"I don't want things to go back to the way they were before," Javier murmurs, his hand going to your jaw.

Another game. Another tease.

"Stop Javier," you insist, your voice scraping the bottom of your shoes. "I can't take it-"

Of course he doesn't want things to go back to how they were before, you muse. Before you didn't fuck him. He likes having your pussy on speed dial. He likes having an easy fuck around the office, why wouldn’t he?

You try to turn away from him but his wide palm is at the back of your neck, stopping you. 

"Wait," Peña insists, his hand on the back of your neck squeezing softly. "Look at me." 

You turn your eyes on him and there's so much in your gaze that it takes Javier's breath from him. Your eyes, normally so guarded are so open right now, so needy, so heated. 

"Please," you say and Javier has no idea what you're asking for. For him to touch you? For him to leave?

"Please what? What do you need?"

You can't find the words. Can't explain this fucking need that won't leave you when he's around. Can't express that you miss him. Can't say that you want him. Can't say that you really like him. 

But Javier has never needed words, not when he can read everything in your eyes.

And when your arms wrap around his neck and your mouth goes to his it's all but confirmed. Your mouth is warm and pliant and he feels himself surrendering to you immediately. 

Javier begins to unbuckle his jeans, the belt clinking against the zipper as you step out of your heels and then your panties and pantyhose are drawn down, discarded without thought as you both continue kissing. 

He backs you against the chain link wall of the evidence locker, pulling back to see your face. Behind you is contraband and weaponry. In front of you is Javier taking his cock from his jeans, never looking away from you. 

There's no teasing, no build up. It's just Javier bringing his fingers to his mouth swirling his tongue around them and then slipping them into your waiting cunt. 

He didn't need to bother with his saliva, you're already soaked. You cry out as his thumb finds your clit, curving as his mouth descends to your neck, grazing his lips over your pulse point. 

You know he's trying to build you up but you don't need it, you need him inside you. Now. Your hand reaches between you going to gently grip his cock, coaxing him between your legs under your skirt. 

He removes his fingers quickly, not arguing with your silent request. One of his hands skates down to your thigh, urging it around his hip. He leans his torso into yours heavily, pushing your back against the chain link. Your fingers wrap around the metal, curling instinctively and holding you there. 

His mouth meets yours, urgent and desperate before he's moving between your thighs and in one motion slides into you. You tilt back to let out a cry that's immediately muffled by one of his broad hands. 

"Shhh," he commands softly against your temple. "Gotta be quiet, baby."

He starts a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours as you hold firm to the chain link.  

"You needed this," Peña rasps, "Needed me. Didn't you?"

You let out a loud whine, muffled by his hand so you nod. Javier is grunting, his voice husky and dark from beside your ear.

"Fuck, I needed this too. Needed you." 

You're ashamed at how much you need Javier, so full of this seemingly insatiable need that you don't reply. You only grit your teeth and thrust against him, fucking yourself on his length. 

Javier grunts in approval, eyes on yours. He pushes the hair from your brow so he can see every inch of your face. "You take what you need, pretty girl. Wanna see you feel good."

There is something about Javier's body that speaks to yours. No matter how much he drives you insane, there is a biological pull that makes you want his body against yours. That needs to feel his hands on your body.  Both of your legs go around his waist, hooking at the ankles. 

"Deeper," you whisper. "Deeper, please."

Javier lets out a soft sigh as your head tilts back, your chest bouncing under your blouse as he drives into you. You’re so fucking sexy he can't handle it. He lets out little rasping whimpers. 

He's tugging one of your hands from the chain, urging it to hold the back of his neck. He needs your grip to keep him grounded so he can look into your face and you into his as he fucks you.

He needs you to want him the way he wants you. He's desperate for you. You grip him around the neck, your pupils blown out. 

"You want me," he says, twisting his hips to drive into an angle that has you groaning. "Stop pretending you don't."

"Haven't you got enough?" you bite back. "The brothel girls? Rosalia?"

His forehead presses against yours, both damp from the suffocating heat of the evidence locker. 

"Don't want them," Peña grunts. "Want you."

You want to argue, you want to push him from you but that delicious pleasure is building within you.  The sound of your flesh smacking together in the locker is obscene, but it turns you on in a  way you can’t explain.

"You feel so..." you whimper, trying to focus on what to say while your body keeps cresting.  "I'm gonna-"

Before you can say more your orgasm overtakes you, ripping through you like a stripe of white hot heat. Javier watches as your body arches against his, covering your mouth with his hand once more as you rut against him. You cry out against his palm, hot and urgent. 

Don't want them. Want you.

Javier watches you climax, his brows saddling as he groans. To him there is nothing sexier than you coming because of him. You give little whimpers, little jolts as you come down, your eyes heavy as you look at him. 

He removes his hand slowly from your mouth, lowering it to his side. You're chest heaves as you pant heavily, your body loose. 

Javier pulls himself from you, tucking his still hard cock into his jeans. You continue standing there against the fence, eyes blinking in a daze. 

His hand goes back to your face, trailing his fingers along the curve of your soft cheek before tilting his mouth towards yours. 

"Osita, I-"

You swerve from him, bending down to retrieve your panties and hosiery. You pull them both on before slipping into your heels. Javier watches this all quietly, the fingers of his left hand laced in the chain link. 

"I'll see you at dinner tonight," you offer, your legs shaky. 

Javier says nothing as you leave him.

///

You decide on deviled eggs as something to bring this evening. Something simple that you think the Murphy's will like. 

Despite your parting words in the evidence locker today, you think there's no way Javier will actually come to dinner tonight. He knows you're coming with Brad. The frustrating thing is that Javier and Steve live in the same building.

You remember Javier’s unit. You hold your breath as you pass his door, heading up the stairs to the Murphy’s.

"You made it," Connie says brightly opening the door. Brad holds the deviled eggs as she pulls you into a tight hug. 

"Wouldn't miss it," you enthuse with a smile. 

"C'mon in, you wanna glass of wine?"

"Sure."

You enter into the apartment, taking in the tasteful decorations, the warm colored paint on the walls. 

It strikes you that despite Javier and Steve having the same apartment layout in the same building, this one is so warm and homey. Javier's looks so sterile, aside from that colorful crochet blanket over his sofa.  

Stop thinking about him.

You take the wine glass from Connie, greeting Steve as he comes from the kitchen to say hello. 

"Glad you could make it Brad," Steve says shaking his hand. 

"Same here."

You watch the two of them and smile. Brad is so handsome, so confident. You like being on his arm. They chat casually, the two of them so similar in their looks and upbringing. You realize that Brad however seems to feel the need to dominate the conversation, laughing a little too loud, speaking a little too much.

But then again you might just be comparing him to someone else. Someone more laid back, someone who has an inner confidence that oozes from every pore.

Stop it.

There's a knock at the door and Connie rushes over to it. You stomach drops as you hear the door swing open.   

"Sorry I'm late." 

At the sound of his familiar rasp your stomach tightens. You don't even turn to see him enter, you just bristle. Brad has put the eggs in the kitchen and walks out to see Javier enter. 

"Hey Javier," Brad says with a grin. "Nice to see you. No Rosalia tonight?"

"Uh no," Javier sounds uneasy. "No Rosalia."

Immediately you feel your chest begin to tighten. Just hearing her name takes you back to the club and Javier's hand around her waist. Connie takes Javier's the wine bottle he's brought smiling at him and giving him a thank you.

"Beer Javier?"

"Sounds great, Con, thanks."

You follow Brad to the sofa, sure not to look over at Javier as he chats with Steve and Connie. If Brad or the Murphy's think it's odd that you two don't interact, none say anything. 

You feel your cheeks burning as you think of only hours ago with Javier between your legs. 

Brad puts his hand on your crossed knee, leaning comfortably against the sofa. You startle before giving a ghost of a smile.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you insist. "Just a little tired." 

Steve hands Brad a beer before he drops into the sofa opposite you Brad. Javier joins him seconds later, his eye stuck on Brad’s hand on your knee. How could you fuck him hours ago and then sit there snuggled up to Brad? Why fuck Javier if you don’t want him how he wants you?

"So how's the case going?" Brad asks with his eyes bright. "I know you can't give too many details."

"Things are progressing," Javier offers huskily. "Not as quickly as we'd like but..."

He trails off before taking a swig from his beer bottle. 

"Can't say much more than that I'm afraid," Steve says with wink in your direction. You grin as Brad gives you a friendly nudge with his elbow.

"I'll see if I can get something outta this one," Brad teases you. 

"Good luck," Javier scoffs. "She's a vault."

Somehow you sense that Javier isn't talking about the case. 

"Well I have ways of making her talk," Brad says with a suggestive wink in your direction. You flush immediately feeling Javier's eyes on you. 

And that's where you make your mistake. 

Because now for the first time since he came into the apartment do you chance a look at Javier. He's staring directly at you, one hand curled over the arm of the sofa, his other hand holding his beer bottle loosely between his legs. 

He holds your gaze in his own, dark and beckoning. 

And this is when Steve senses something amiss. There's no teasing, no baiting each other. And when he thinks back to this week he realizes there's been a strange harmony at work.

No, not a harmony. A quiet. 

Steve looks between you and Javier, seeing as you two stare at one another before you're dragging your attention to your wine glass. Steve glances over to see Javier gazing at you a beat longer before his attention is on his beer bottle. 

You glance over to Murphy just in time to see as everything clicks for him. He knows something has gone on between the two of you. You see it flicker in his light eyes before his attention is back on Brad as your date launches into something about work and one of the local busts. 

The three of you listen to him as Connie darts around the kitchen. It's not long before she's summoning you all to the table she's laid out beautifully, even going so far as to fold the fabric napkins into flower shapes. 

The five of you sit at the table, giving murmurs of delight at her staging and of course Javier is seated across from you. You can feel his gaze sweeping over you every so often as you try to ignore him. 

Don't look at him.

The meal is pleasant. Connie is a marvelous cook and you enjoy every bite.  But your mind is everywhere but the conversation. It's over the table in Javier's arms. It's focusing on his wide hands as he lifts the fork to his full mouth. It's stuck on his dark eyes that sail to yours just as you tear them away. 

Brad is charming as he always is. Connie and Steve seem to really enjoy his company. You wish you could enjoy it this evening as well but it seems impossible. You consider faking a headache just so you can leave early. 

But you see how much effort Connie is put into this dinner. You know that you can't just take off. And when they tell you that they brought you over to share some exciting news, you know you have to stay.

"We wanted you to be the first here in Bogotá to know that we're expecting," Connie says with a wide grin. Steve is near tears, looking so in love with his wife that it makes your heart ache.

"That's amazing!" You burst out, eyes bright. Javier quickly gives his genuine well wishes, his smile warm.

Connie and Steve accept the well wishes from everyone at the table looking delighted.

"You want kids one day, Osita?" Brad asks you quietly.

You glance to him, eyes widening. It's a totally fair question to ask someone you're dating, you suppose. But to you it feels like too much too fast.

Before you can reply though you both turn when Javier slaps his beer bottle onto the table.  

Javier can't take it. He can't take another moment of you ignoring him. He can't take another second of another man calling you a nickname he gave you as an inside joke. 

She's not your osita," Javier snaps out loud before remembering himself.

He sees the widening of your eyes, the narrowing of Brad's. He misses when Steve and Connie exchange looks of embarrassed surprise behind their drinking glasses. 

"Well she isn't yours," Brad laughs back, nudging you with his shoulder. "Unless I'm missing something?" 

All eyes at the table are now on you. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes have dropped to the table.  You twist your fingers on your lap anxiously, willing the heat in your face to lessen. 

You can't form the words and you can't look at either of them. To look at them would reveal everything. 

Javier feels his heart picking up speed with every silent second that ticks by. You're not saying no to Brad. You're not saying no to Javier. 

Brad says your name, prompting you for an answer with a pained smile. But you can't look at him. You feel so terrible because you know there's no way he'll forgive you. No way Brad will understand that you were Javier's long before you were his, even if the agent across from you doesn't want you like you want him. 

But you can't say it. Can't put those words into the world where they'll be crushed like the wings of a butterfly. They're so too delicate, they'd never survive it. 

But your silence is its own kind of answer and when Javier softly says your name and your eyes instinctively rise to meet his, Brad sees it all. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" 

Your eyes shoot back to the table, guilt clear from your slumped shoulders and red face. 

Brad is thunderous, looking over at Javier in shock. And Javier who never misses the chance to gloat or to mock has gone uncharacteristically quiet, his large brown eyes only fixed on your downturned face. 

"Fucking made for each other," Brad scoffs waving a loose hand between you and Javier. "The tease and the whore." 

"Whoa," Connie snaps. 

"Hey," Steve says raising a hand in Brad's direction. "That's enough, man."

"You won't fuck me but you'll fuck this walking STD?" Brad continues, ignoring Steve. He looks shocked, as if he's never been rejected before. 

Javier feels his chest tighten. You still didn't fuck Brad. There's gotta be a reason. There has to be. He wants to leap across the table and pull you into his arms. 

"You need to leave," Steve says, rising from his chair, shielding Connie. "Now."

Brad seems to remember himself, and he gives a scoff. 

"Fuck it. You're welcome to her," Brad sneers at Javier.  Then he moves his cold gaze to you in the chair. "And you just wait until I tell everyone about you and your fucking head games." 

Brad's glaring down at you but your eyes are on the table, your body curling into itself. It breaks Javier's heart to see it. 

"Get the fuck away from her," Javier says in a dark voice of warning, jerking to a stand. "Now."

Your eyes fly to him, feeling breathless. And there in his dark eyes is the fighter you know, the man that risks everything for intel, the man that doesn't take shit even from drug lords. 

Javier knows that your reputation is everything to you. He knows you want the respect of the people you work with, especially the men who pass judgment so easily on their female co-workers. And he knows something like Brad mouthing off will destroy your credibility you've spent so long accruing. 

"And if you say anything about her, if I hear one goddam thing in that office I'll make sure you're transferred to the middle of nowhere giving out parking tickets for the rest of your pathetic fucking career."

Brad knows Javier has friends in high places. He knows that the threat isn't empty and Brad for all his posturing just gives a sound of disgust before striding off, slamming the door to Steve's apartment after him.

A long stretch of silence falls over the remaining guests. Javier, who hasn't taken his eyes off of you takes his seat again before he reaches across the table to take your hand in his. 

"Are you okay?"

At the sensation of his warm hand covering yours, your jerk back as if coming out of a trance. 

"I'm sorry everyone," you say in a voice that sounds detached from you. You start to gather your purse onto your shoulder.  "He shouldn't have brought you into the middle of all that. That was so... I'm so sorry." 

"Don't go," Connie insists. "We were just gonna have dessert."

"Maybe next time," you say weakly smiling. “Congrats again you too. I’m so happy for you.”

You feel your eyes getting wet and you refuse for your colleagues to see you cry. You murmur a quick thank you for dinner and move from the table. 

Javier watches this with indecision plaguing him. Despite wanting to gather you into his arms you seem to need space. He doesn't want to crowd you with his body, he's done that in the past and he's worried you'd only see it as sexual. 

Steve is staring at Javier, his brows furrowed. Connie has lowered her wine glass to fix Javier with a matching look of confusion.

"What the fuck are you still doing sitting there?" Steve challenges. "Go after her!"

///

You're halfway down the steps when you hear your name being called. Javier jogs down the steps, his boots scraping the cement as he does and you meet him at the bottom, ironically just outside his apartment door.

"Are you okay? Really?"

"Why are you pretending like you care?" you say with a sardonic twist of your lips. You go to shoulder past him but his hand reaches out, gently holding you in place by the upper arm. 

"I do care," Javier promises and you almost think you can see sincerity there in the depths of his gaze. But you know better, Javier doesn't do sincerity. 

"Javier, we all know what this is to you. A game. A tease. Well congrats, you won the bet. And now you've won whatever game you were playing with me and Brad."

You go to leave him again, desperate to not to cry in front of him. Javier's brows saddle as you try to pull from him and he feels himself desperate to keep you close.

"Wait, baby don't-"

Baby.

You jerk back from his touch as soon as the pet name accidentally leaves his mouth. Those eyes, so limpid and open are now shuttered closed, icing Javier out. 

His hand drops as you step back. He wants to say something, anything to get that look back in your eyes. But you're already turning, walking away from him. The conversation is closed and Javier feels that wall being thrust between you two again. 

"Go back to Rosalia, Peña," you throw over your shoulder as you turn the corner. "Just don't call me when you fuck this one."

"Stop."

He says your name. Your real first name. No nicknames, no childish pronunciation. Just your first name. And for some reason the sound of it on his tongue makes you turn to see what he has to say. 

"There is no me and Rosalia," Javier tells you, his voice thick with emotion. "I haven't taken anyone to bed since Sofia." 

Besides you.

"Bullshit," you scoff. "I saw you and Rosalia leave the club together. I heard what you said."

The high of Javier’s cheeks go red. He holds his mouth to the side in embarrassment before clearing his throat.

"I invited her back to my place after the club to make you jealous. She wanted a drink, and so I poured us some whisky except I got wasted." Javier looks humiliated.  "Apparently the more I drank the more I wouldn't stop talking about you. She got pissed off. Left."

You think back to Rosalia's cold attitude to you at work. You think of her almost angrily stalking away from you at the elevator. It makes sense now.

"What were you saying about me?"

Javier goes pink around his neck. "Don't remember."

But he does. You vow to get it out of him someday. "Why were you talking about me with her?"

"Because I like you," Javier confesses. He doesn’t even try to gently approach the subject. He just lays his cards out there for you to see. He knows that this isn’t one sided. He saw it in your eyes over the dinner table.

"You like me?"

"Yeah." He nods, closing the distance between you. “A lot.”

“You like fucking me,” you correct him.

“That too,” he admits with a soft chuckle. “But not just that. I want you in my bed, in my arms, next to me at the office, laying with me on the sofa. Don't really care where I just wanna be with you." 

"But... The bet?"

"It was never about the bet," Javier tells you. "I think I just used it because I knew you didn't like me but I wanted to get closer to you. I've been crazy about you since you started here, osita."

Yes! He likes you!

No. He can't.

This is Javier Peña we’re talking about. Javier Peña doesn't do relationships. He does one night stands. He does cat houses. He does secretaries in tight sweaters. 

"Javier I think you're just confused," you say, trying to hide your disappointment. "We just have really great sex. That doesn't mean more than that."

Javier looks wounded before his eyes blaze. "If it was just sex for you why did you kiss me that morning in my apartment?"

"I-I thought you were asleep," you stutter embarrassed. 

"Yeah and you kissed me anyway," Javier says softly challenging you. "Because you like me too."

You're silent. 

"If it was just sex why would I know how you take your coffee? Or memorize what your face looks like when you're falling asleep?"Javier insists. "If it was just sex, why do I imagine where I'd take you on a date or what we'd cook for dinner?"

"Where would you take me on a date?" You ask quietly. Javier doesn't miss the small curl to the corners of your mouth. He feels his own mouth doing the same.

"Dinner at this place in Teusaquillo. Great food and wine. Then this salsa club with good music."

"I don't know how to salsa."

"I'd teach you," Javier smiles. 

You swallow at the memory of what Javier looks like dancing. You long to feel his body move against yours like that. To be out in public with him holding you to him, grinding against you.

"Then what?"

"I'd take you to the beach after sunset and we'd go skinny dipping."

"Brrrr."

"I'd keep you warm."

He can see the tension being released from your shoulders as you continue listening. You take a step towards him, closing the gap. He does the same until your bodies are inches from one another.

"What next?"

"I'd bring you here to my place," Javier says motioning to the door behind you. "We'd shower off the sand. I'd fuck you against the tile of the shower wall. Make you feel so good you'd call me papi." 

Javier doesn't miss how your cheeks flame red and your eyes glaze at this point. You let out a small giggle that warms him from the inside.

"And then I'd take you to bed and make you come as many times as possible before falling asleep with you in my arms." Javier murmurs, his hand sliding to your neck, his thumb on your jaw. "Then the next morning I'd kiss you awake and make you breakfast. Then I'd take you back to bed so I could fuck you all morning."

Your eyes are glazed and he can tell you’re imagining it all. So is he.  

"But only if you say you want it, osita," Javier murmurs. "And if you don't I'll stay away and I'll never bring it up again." 

All your breath leaves you because Javier is looking at you with those big, luminous eyes in the kind of way that promises more than sex. It promises a relationship. It promises nights curled against one another and mornings making coffee side by side. It promises whispered desire just as quickly as it promises gentle kisses awake.

And you want it all.

"Well we've already had dinner and I don't feel much like dancing," you say, your fingers absently playing with the buttons on his shirt. "And since we didn't go swimming there's no sand to wash off so... Do you think we could just do the other stuff now?"

"You sure? I don't wanna rush you," Javier's hands slide through your hair, over your shoulder. Now that you’re leaning into his hands he can't stop touching you. 

"I'm sure,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his mouth. "Take me to bed, Javi."

Javier fumbles for his keys, pushing the door open and allowing you to enter first. The door isn’t even closed behind him before his hands are around your waist, pulling you against him and kissing you with intensity.

"Want you in my bed," Javier says between kisses. "Please?"

"We've done it everywhere else," you tease, allowing him to drag you after him. "A bed might be a nice change of pace." 

Within seconds you’re both undressed and he's seated in his bed.  He’s positioned you atop his hips, cupping your face in his hands as you adjust to him, your arms coming to rest loosely on his shoulders. 

He slides into your wet and welcoming cunt, eyes half opened and mouth slack. You love how he looks when he’s unguarded. And you love how he feels. Nothing in his world feels as good as Javier Peña entering you. From the sweet clench of your pussy to the little whines that escape you when he does. 

"So fucking good," he groans against your mouth. You lick into his mouth; a small part of your subconscious remembering when you’d told him kissing was off the table. What a fucking idiot you’d been.

He rocks into you slowly, not wanting to rush this. To Javier there is nothing better than you naked in his lap, mewling and arching for him. He cups your breasts, mouth going to nibble at each nipple. You give a strangled moan at the sensation, gripping him tightly.

“Oh!”

He grins as you begin to thrust more ardently against him. His hands are spreading your thighs wide on his abdomen so he can watch your cunt sliding along his slick cock. The sight of your pussy stretched around him, dripping makes his pupils blow wide.

"That's my fucking girl," Javier groans. "So wet for papi."

Your eyes are heavy lidded and you gasp gently when his thumb comes to circle your clit as you ride him. He feels you tighten around his cock and he grins, relishing in the desire overtaking you. You’re already so close.

You give a whimper, eyes slammed shut. He watches your face morph into pleasure, head tilted as you rock against him. 

"Eyes open, baby."

Your eyes ease open to see Javier smiling softly, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he moves within you. 

"Feel good?"

"Mhmm."

You give a drunken nod that has Javier unable to hold back his smile. When you're unguarded and aroused like this he finds you completely endearing.

"Love it when my girl feels good."

"Your girl," you murmur smiling softly. The sight and sound of it makes his heart seize. You like being his. 

"My girl," he whispers back. "You like being my girl?"

"Wanted to be your girl for a while," you confess, feeling vulnerable the second it leaves your lips.

Javier response takes you by surprise. He grips you to him, rolling until your body is under his. 

He kisses your mouth gently as his hips move lazily against yours. He moves his face back, bracing himself on his forearms and holding your face so he can gaze at you as he slides into your cunt. Your eyes are on his and it makes the experience feel more potent with every thrust. This isn’t fucking. This is making love.

"Fuck you're beautiful," Javier breathes as he watches you arch against him, brows saddling as you keen. You stretch your arms above your head, feeling strangely boneless. Javier sighs, pressing sweet kisses to your breasts, then your throat as he gently drives himself deeper.

"You feel so good," you tell him, eyes glazed as your thighs cradle his hips. "You always feel so fucking good Javi."

Javi.

"I love when you say my name," Javier confesses, pressing a kiss to your mouth before sliding his hips further against yours. 

"Thought you liked it when I called you baby?" You smile. "Or papi?"

"I like whatever you call me when you're happy with me."

"I like when you call me pretty girl," you confess, cheeks flushed. You tilt your head to the side shyly and Javier's mouth is on your ear instantly. 

"Oh I know that, pretty girl," Javier teases, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw. "And it's true because you are such a pretty girl. So pretty when you come for me." 

He grins when he sees you preening under the praise. Now that he knows how you feel he's completely besotted. He rocks into you, mouth on yours as you groan under him, trying not to be too loud. But he can see the flutter of your eyelids and he knows that you’re cresting.  

"Don't have to be quiet here," he promises you, mouth grazing along your earlobe. "Wanna hear how good I make you feel. Wanna hear how hard you come for me."

And you do. You come spectacularly for him. Beautiful and raw and completely undone by him, chasing your high and capturing it in a shuddering cry. Javier is overcome by the sight, his entire body breaking out into goosebumps. You’re all his. He gets to make you feel like this.

And when you go to catch your breath and you wait for him to release himself within you, you’re confused when he slides out of you, still hard.

“Javi-“

His mouth is on your cunt within seconds, spreading your thighs luridly for him under the sheets. You pull them back, needing to watch. His dark eyes are like beckoning tunnels as he sucks at your clit.

“You’re gonna come on my tongue this time pretty girl,” he says huskily before his mouth descends between your legs again. You realize why – he never got what he wanted in the club. And you want to insist that he finish, but then his tongue swirls in a very specific spot and your hips nearly jump off the bed.

He grips your ass in his hands, burying his face further into your cunt. You feel his mouth on your clit, his nose dragging against your mound and you buck into it. Already you can feel yourself on the cusp of another orgasm.

“Feels so good baby,” you moan, hands carding through his hair. He hums his approval, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at both the use of baby and as your nails scrape along his scalp. When he lets out a small groan at your whines you feel yourself release again, whimpering when you feel him lapping at your essence.

When he’s had his fill he returns to kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips and you feel your pulse spike. You urge him onto his back, sliding down his length and taking a moment to look at him.  He’s so fucking sexy laying back against the pillow. His mouth all swollen from kissing and his hair mussed.

He grins as you begin bouncing on his cock. His hands fly to your hips, guiding you along. He makes you feel fucking amazing and you need him to feel as good as you do. Your hands splay on his chest and your eyes meet his.

“Please,” you whimper. “Fill me up baby, I need it.”

Javier growls, something animalistic at hearing those words. Echoes of the first time you slept together when you twisted your eyes to gaze over your shoulder at him and begged him to come deep.

You rock against him, breasts heaving. Your eyes never leave one anothers, not even when you see his lids growing heavy and his hips begin to stutter. You urge him to fuck you deeper, to take and take and take.

“Come for me, Javi,” you beg, your body jolting against his upward thrusts. “Please, baby.”

And he does. He comes hard, chanting your name over and over as he empties himself into you. His body releasing everything, the tension of what he thought was unrequited affection, the fury of seeing you with Brad, the deep desire he’s held for you. He releases it all.

And you take it eagerly. You rock against him until he sighs and goes boneless. Only then do you gently climb off of him, sliding into his waiting arms as he curls around you. He holds you to him, his mouth searching for yours.

“My pretty girl,” he rasps, moving his hand along the side of your face.  

“All yours,” you promise him before pressing a kiss to his smiling mouth.

You both fall into a light doze, waking some hours later to the sound of someone pulling their car into the parking lot. You stretch like a lazy cat against him and Javier holds back a sigh of contentment at waking up with you still in his arms.

“I need a drink,” you say. “I’m parched.”

Javier grins at you, smiling widely before kissing your mouth. “One second.”

He slips on his jeans and ducks out of the bedroom. He comes back with a warm towel and his crochet blanket. He cleans you gently, lovingly. Then he wraps you in the blanket, until just your face is peeking out at him. It reminds him of the first night you spent here. He kisses your nose and you blush.

"Hey, so what did you tell Rosalia?"

"Fuck, not now," Javier says with an embarrassed smile. "Don't make me say it."

Javier's cheeks are flaming red and you can't help but find him completely adorable. You laugh.

"I'll let you off the hook tonight. But only because you made me feel so good." 

You walk into his kitchen, taking a seat at his table and looking over at him as he makes you a coffee. He knows how you take it. You go to tell him that you always stop drinking caffeine after two pm but he just places the mug in front of you.

“Decaf,” he explains and it’s not the drink that warms you.

He sits across from you, his eyes so soft as he gazes at you drinking from his mug. There’s something so possessive in him that relishes you wearing his blanket drinking from his mug because you’re his girl.

"I want this to be something," Javier tells you after a few minutes of silence. "Something real. Not a bet. Not a game."

"I don't think it's been a bet for a while Javier," you admit shyly. "At least not for me." 

“Me neither.”

You nod, drinking happily as your eyes go unfocussed. He knows that this happens when you’re aroused or you’re deep in thought. He hopes for the former because he intends to keep his promise.

Javier smiles as he watches you go thoughtful, acute fondness for you running through him as you glance around his home. He really likes you. You snap your fingers as if something has just occurred to you.

"Do you have a hammer and nails?"

Javier gives you a strange look before retrieving the items you requested from the hallway closet. He places them into your outstretched hand, watching as you turn and world towards the far wall by the kitchen. The blanket drags behind you as you stop by the wall where one of his framed posters leans against. He’s had it sitting against the wall for months, never knowing where to put it.

"If I'm gonna be staying over your place needs to look less like a prison cell," you tell him.

Javier tries to hold back the grin that threatens to take him over completely. You’re telling him you’re serious about him. You’re telling him you plan on staying over at his place.

He watches bemused as you drive the nail into the wall. You hang the picture up, standing back and admiring your handiwork. Javier walks over to you, eyes full of affection.

He slides his arms around you from behind, gazing at the hung picture. You walked in and you knew exactly where it should go. You lean back against his chest, warmed both inside and out by his presence.

"What do you think?"

Javier’s nose nuzzles your neck. "Beautiful. Your remarkably talented at home design."

"More talented in other things," you murmur against his cheek. You feel his lips curve into a smile, his hands coming to tug the blanket away from your body. 

"Show me?" 

///

Its hours later and you’re asleep in his bed, in his arms. Your mouth is inches from his and he kisses it softly, as you did to him not so long ago when you thought he was sleeping. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, calmed by the sight.

He loves you, of that he's certain.

But he won't tell you that until months later during a movie you both hate, the two of you snuggled under that same crochet blanket on his sofa as you eat reheated Arepas.

Years later when your belly swells with his first child he'll confess to you what he told Rosalia that drunken night. That he was so in love with you he couldn't stand it. That just being near you made him feel safe and right. That no one made him feel like you do.  

"I bet I loved you first," you'll offer with a cheeky grin, but your eyes will be glazed with emotion. 

"No more bets," Javier will reply grinning before kissing you.

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I was at a party with all of my coworkers and it was really boring, but I walked through a doorway and it transformed into a house filled with endless racks of clothes and one of my coworkers was touring me through it like it was her house.

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