cw: suggestive touching, slightly bratty/subby kyle (yum yum), househusband vibes, we are kind of a pervert in this one but can you blame us?? thatâs all. - xoxo
âhey sweetheart, do you want scrambled or fried eggs?â
thatâs how every morning starts with kyle. with him waking up at the crack of day to get his morning started way before you can even register that a new day has begun.
and every morning your sweet, sweet kyle, takes it upon himself to serve you breakfast after his run. thatâs how you find yourself in this situation, ogling the way his muscles contract against his each other with every movement he makes, your eyes tracing down the arch of his back and finally down his sport shorts that hug him just in all the right places, the view making you subconsciously bite your bottom lip.
fuck heâs gorgeous, and he knows it.
a small chuckle ringing across the kitchen, eyes flickering back to his face where you find a smug grin forming around his lips, attention still at the task at hand without even sparing a glance at you, âI can practically feel you undressing me with your eyes you pervert.â
you let out a scoff, rolling your eyes in amusement as you press yourself up behind him. your own hips brushing up against the curve of his ass as you let your hands wander at the expanse of his hips, fingers slowly trailing downward, making kyleâs breath hitch at the contact, âcan you blame me when I have someone as pretty as you making me breakfast?â you say in mock offense.
your lips leaving trails of kisses down his neck as you feel the way kyle twitches at every touch you give him, âhey, Iâm a little busy right now..â gaz says almost breathlessly, his own words failing him once your hand slides underneath his shirt while the other slips beneath his shorts and squeezes.
a chocked gasp escapes kyleâs lips, his body jolting forward as he grips the counter, careful not to burn himself while you coo sweet things to his ear that just has him burning for more of your touch. âw-waitâ! luvie, the food, itâs goin' toâ ah!â
âI donât hear you telling me to stop baby.â you whisper softly against his ear, continuing your teasing touches before kyleâs neck cranes just enough to meet your gaze, eyes glossy and dazed with want before heâs pulling you into a needy kiss, swallowing every moan and whine he gives you.
you love when kyle lets you take control like this, letting you bend and twist him however you want and make him forget about everything. his mind only clouded by you, you, you and just wanting more, more, moâ
wait, something was burning.
the realization hits both you at the same time, limbs untangling themselves from one another once the smell of burnt eggs wafts through the kitchen and the fire alarm is blowing your ear drum. kyle shouting a small âfuck!â before heâs opening a window to let the smoke out while you try your best to get rid of the charred substance in the frying pan that were once eggs.
safe to say that youâre absolutely grounded from going into the kitchen from now on when kyle is cooking.
poor, poor, you.
>> authors note: well i just got this shit out of my ass hello! this is like the first time Iâve ever written anything close to âsmutâ so please bare with me and donât bully me too much đ feedback is always welcomed though. also can we all agree that we need more subby fics of gaz in general??
thoughts about stressed and burnout art student jk who is really trying to balance in studying for his upcoming midterms and spending time with his sweet and understanding hyungs who donât make him feel bad if he simply doesnât have time to spend quality time with them. jk always waking up with a good morning text from either nj or jin wishing him a good day at school with reminders to eat well in between classes or when he has time. jm, th, or jhope sending him silly instagram reels or silly messages in between his classes to cheer him up when jk tells them heâs having a bad day. and yg, oh his dear yg-hyung always ao quite with his love and attendance towards him. yg requests to facetime jk whenever they both have time, yg always asking jk if heâs eaten yet or sleep enough in that sleepy gravely voice that jk loves so much to hear. yg quietly and honestly whispering through the microphone âwe all miss you so much babyâ and when jk has had enough time wasted towards his studies and stupid stupid school. he will take the nearest bus to his hyungs home, where all of them will be waiting for him with open arms and open hearts, peppering his face with soft and sloppy pecks around his round cheeks and nose. and jk will finally feel at ease after a draining week. finally at home with all his hyungs that he loves so deeply.
a little sneak peek of "Wicked Game" I've been working on for the next chapter, Iâve missed her 𫩠we get to know the reader a little more yayayay :3
It was quiet. The deep chime of the clock and the sound of the wood creaking beneath her socked feet was the only thing her ears caught onto as she made her way through the hallway. The quiet eeriness stretched over the air, goosebumps forming against her skin with uneasiness as she turnedâ
âJesus Christ.â Kate says, her body visibly deflating from all the tension she had built up as her gaze stays on you, letting out a soft breath of relief. âYou need to stop doing that.âÂ
âYou ought to be more careful of your surroundings, Kate.â You simply say like you didnât just scare the living soul out of her a few seconds ago. A small quirk of your lips makes itself known on your face as you walk towards the woman.Â
âWell itâs kind of hard to do that when you are so fucking quiet.â She quips back, her eyes scanning over your frame, taking a calculated step towards you before she brings you into a small hug in which you return with a small scoff. You look the same even with all the years that have passed, expectantly so. She had told herself that your unchangeable state will be something she will get used to, yet, it never fails to amaze her every time she visits. The scowl and unwelcoming cold gaze you gave her through the first years after meeting each other again had visibly melted away into some sort of gentleness and tolerance she could see you had for her. It was quite a success in her books, even if it had only taken a decade for your stubborn wall to slightly come down.Â
Your hands trail down her arms when you pull away from the embrace, your long and sharp finger nails slightly catching onto the material of her sweatshirt before sending her an apologetic look, turning around into the dimness of your home and walking towards the direction of the kitchen. âHow was your trip?â Kate follows beside you with soft steps as you two pass by the many closed curtains and a couple of candles lit already, creating a small orange glow around the two of you. âSame as the ones before. Long, cold, and maybe a little too quiet with Dani not with me.â Your steps halt at that, turning to her with a frown, âIs she alright? I hope she has not fallen ill, your kind tends to become⌠weak during the cold.â She could just hear the smirk in your voice when you said that, rolling her eyes at you before shaking her head. âSheâs fine, just got caught up with last minute work.âÂ
You simply hummed, finally stopping in front of a door before opening it to reveal the space of your kitchen. âI apologize if the kitchen is out of the sorts, I tried one of those new recipes you sent me,â a taut tone filling your voice as you round the marble table, mittens in hand and opening the oven where a sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla fill her nose. âYou arrived just in time.â A faint smile brushing your lips as you silently serve her a plate of the pastry you baked..
Working at a corporate job wasnât as bad people deemed it to be. The pay was good enough to keep all your bills up to date and you really couldnât complain other than how boring it was to sit down for eight hours checking over millions of emails everyday. Your tedious cycle is soon interrupted when your general manager urges you that youâre needed at the bossâs office, immediately.
You never liked Mondayâs .
Not only were they a struggle to wake up to, but they were a constant reminder that a long week was ahead of you.
It was a bit weird to think about it now. To see yourself working in the business industry, let alone in a setting where youâve heard and seen people overwork themselves to death. Perhaps it was the bad representation corporate jobs had but you like to think that you were one of the few lucky ones to land in a good working environment thanks to your good friend, Stella.
She was a good friend from the inside and out, and although you are very grateful for her practically saving you from getting evicted from your apartment a year ago, you valued your sleep. Wanting nothing to do but sink into the comfort of your freshly washed sheets.
However, your short-lived bliss was soon interrupted by your second alarm. A loud groan slipping past your lips as you slam your hand against the screen of your phone in hopes of it shutting off. It was 7 AM, meaning that you had about an hour and a half to get ready.
âFuck me.â You groggily say, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you hastily pull the blankets off of you, dragging yourself to the bathroom.
Brushing your teeth and washing your face took longer than you expected with the speed you were going at. Your outfit was next which didnât take much time to pick with the few simple (boring) choices you had in your closet. You looked down at your watch only to curse at yourself at the time.
Hurriedly, you make your hair look presentable, sliding your feet into your heels as you grab your necessities on your way downstairs. Laptop, charger, headphones along with some important paperwork all getting stuffed into your bag with little care.
With your keys in hand, you were ready to start another week typing away.
You typically expect a folder already in your desk every time you walk through the doors of the 1-4-1 Corporation building. A bunch of paperwork needed to be checked over and reported for any mistakes along with looking over data was typically your day-to-day tasks. However, what you did not expect is to see a small paper bag filled not only filled with your favorite pastry, but also a steaming cup of hot chocolate next to it.
A smile stretches over your lips as you catch a glimpse of Stellaâs own sly grin across from the panel separating you two. âHave I ever told you how much I love you?â You tease, earning an eye roll from her as she shakes her head. âAll the time.â
âSeriously, how are you not married yet? Anyone would be lucky to have a gem like you.â Mumbling the last bit to yourself as you get settled in, not wasting any time to take a bite of the sweet strawberry cruffin in front of you.
Stella just brushes her blonde hair to the side, going back to typing with a smirk. âPrecious jewels like me need to be wary of the hungry hands of people.â
âA thank you would have sufficed, woman.â Immediately taking back your compliment back with a groan at her words in which Stella responds by simply throwing her head back in laughter at your embarrassed state.
âYouâre no fun in the mornings, babes. So grumpy.â Your friend simply says, swiping some whip cream off your tasty muffin and bringing it up to her lips as you send a glare her way before taking a sip of your hot chocolate.
You get into the flow of things after finishing your breakfast. Going through last weekâs reports and checking off papers so they can be sent off as well as checking off dates for any pending events or projects that need to be done before the end of the month. You send a couple emails to the other employees, reminding them of an upcoming meeting with your GM, David.
Speak of the devil, you see him approaching your desk. A rush in his step that has alarms bells raising in your head as his eyes scan the room before theyâre landing on you. Uh oh. That canât be good.
âHey, can you come with me for a second?â He says rather swiftly, a stiff smile forming on his lips as he taps his finger against your desk.
âUh.. yeah! Sure.â You respond back, flattening your hands across your skirt as you stand up. You send a quick anxious glance at your friend in which Stella replicates with a worried look of her own as she shrugs her shoulders, a direct way to show her own perplexity to the situation.
Following behind the steps of David, you take the opportunity to go over the things you could have possibly done wrong. Had you missed a report? Done a mistake on the data? Misspelled something? Or miss a date? No. That canât be. Even with all the things racing through your mindâ you canât figure out why your general manager would want to meet you privately.
You donât even notice when you two are in the elevator, going up the levels of the building until a small âbingâ and the click of the doors sliding open break you out of your frantic haze. Gulping down your nerves, you follow David out of the elevator, heels clicking against polished concrete floors as the man in fronts of you guides you through a hallway you donât recognize.
Breaking the silence, you stop. David turning back to face you with an illegible expression as he stops in front of a door. âWhatâs going on? Am I getting fired?â You say, trying your best to hide the shaking in your voice as you stare at him.
âWhat-? No, no!â David shakes his head, letting out a sigh of his own as he tries to find the words to explain the oddity of him suddenly pulling you out of your seat. âI got a call from Laswell that you were needed at the bossâs office immediately. She didnât give me an explanation.â
Laswell. Chief operating officer of the company which you only got to see her once when you barely started working for this company. That definitely did not put your nerves to ease, shifting your gaze to door in front of you as your eyes catch a nameplate. Johnathan Price, Chief executive officer.
What the hell.
âLook kid, Iâm sure itâs nothing bad.â David says, grabbing your shoulders in an attempt to ground you despite his tone revealing his own doubt. You can only nod as you shift your eyes back to him, offering him a tight smile.
He doesnât linger for long, telling you something along the lines to not say anything he wouldnât say as if that helps the bile building in your throat with how nervous you are. Youâre left alone after that, eyes boring into into the door before youâre taking a deep breath in, lifting your hand up to knock.
âCome in.â A gruff voice says from the other side of the door.
Lifting a shaky hand, you grip the handle and twist it open as you step into his office. Making sure to gently close the door behind you as you stand a few feet away from the man who can possibly ruin your life by firing you.
Your breath gets caught in your throat as you meet his gaze. Cold and steady eyes meet yours, your back straightening without thinking.
His presence screams authority. Perfect ironed suit complementing his domineering look as he leans against his chair. His gaze never wavers, not even when he tilts head to point at the chair in front of him, silently telling you to sit down without uttering a word.
Your brain short circuits for a split second before your feet are swiftly making their way towards the chair. Hands pressed against the material of your skirt as you rest them in front of you, crossing your legs in hopes of coming off as calm and collected despite the sweat building up between your shoulder blades.
Heâs analyzing you. Like a predator watching its prey with a sharp gaze, ready to pounce at any moment. You canât help but squirm. He finally breaks the silence by letting out a soft sigh of his own, arms stretching to rest on top of his desk.
âI can tell youâre nervous and thatâs partially my fault for bringing you here in such short notice.â He explains, offering you a sympathetic smile that has you instantly deflating and letting out a small chuckle of your own as you shake your head.
âItâs really no problem, sir,â you say, intertwining your fingers together to keep them from shaking as you offer a small smile, âjust caught me off guard thatâs all.â
He hums, eyes flickering down to your hands before theyâre finding yours again. âJust John, sweetheart. Youâll be working with us soon enough so thereâs no need for formalities.â He simply states, grabbing a folder from underneath his desk as he slides it towards you.
Us? What was that supposed to mean?
You break eye contact to look at the manilla folder in front of you. Mouth opening and closing like a fish with how hard it is to form words as you try to process his. âI-Iâm sorry, sirâ I mean John,â you stutter out, grabbing the folder in your hands and opening it to flick through the pages. âI donât think I quite understand what you mean..â you drag the last part, your eyes catching onto something that has you stopping mid sentence.
âRequest to transfer for the following recipient.â
It takes you a moment to read through all the pages, Johnâs own watchful gaze still on you as he lets you take in the details of his unexpected proposition. Taking a deep breath, you close the folder and set it back down once youâre finished. The man in front of you seems to be unaffected by the situation, a neutral expression on his face as he stares at you.
âWeâve went through all your records and heard all great things about you.â He assures you, your ears warming up at his praise while mumbling a small thank you. âIt was really a last minute decision and I apologize for that. Our previous assistant has recently moved to another department and we took it as an opportunity to find a new set of extra hands.â
You nod to show your understanding, your eyes finding it hard to stay put on his face as he talks with that voice of his. Eyes lingering down to his beard, tie, the expand of his chest and the cuff of his sleeves. You flinch once he taps his finger against the hard table, eyes flicking back to him.
âSorry.!â You squeak out, an amused eyebrow raised on his face as he stares at you. âThought I lost you there for a moment. I know it must be a lot to take in right now but please, think about it.â
Everything after that is a blur, John leads you out of his office with his palm hovering over the span of your back as he wishes to hear back from you soon, leaving you with a sticky note between your fingers with his contact information in it, holding it tightly even when you get back to your station.
âWhat happened? Are you in trouble? Oh, please donât tell me you got laid ofââ Stella rushes, a worried look on her face once you return, her hands squeezing at your shoulders as you stop her rambling.
âStellaâ no, I didnât get laid off,â you say as relief washes over your friend, âI um, got a promotion?â
Stellaâs eyes widen at that, a big smile stretching over her lips as she brings you into a tight hug. A small oof passing through your lips at the tight embrace, Stella congratulating you before sheâs pulling away from you with furrowed eyebrows. âDonât tell me you didnât accept it.â
A pin could drop and you would hear it with how quiet it goes between the two of you as you stare at her with a guilty look. âDid you fall on your way here or something? What the hell, babes!â Your friend declares with bewilderment, flicking your forehead in which you respond with a small yelp as you rub the tender skin.
âHey! He told me to think about it,â you defend yourself, letting out a soft sigh of your own as you sit back on your chair, the palm of your hand resting against your cheek, âI think he could tell I was close to disintegrating with how nervous I looked.â
Stella lets out a small snort at that, her own arms crossing against her chest as she stares at you, a look in her eyes that just screams spill. âHe offered me to be his secretary,â you explain, avoiding eye contact as you start to type the last of your email you were working on before you were unexpectedly interrupted, âsaid that his recent one left to another department, permanently from the looks of it.â
Stella lets out a hum of her own, her chair squeaking as she moves closer to your desk. âSo, what now? Going to leave little old me to fend for myself while you have all the fun?â She says, wiggling her eyebrows at you that might as well imply that youâre about to slide into your superiors pants.
You scoff at that, giving her a deadpan look of your own as you knock your heel against her leg, a small giggle of hers hitting your ears as she returns to her space. âFine, fine! Iâll stop, but you should give him an answer before itâs too late.â She suggests, standing up as she mentions something about needing more copies before sheâs running off.
The day painfully passes at a slow pace, eyes becoming dry and stinging from exhaustion the more you stare at the monitor in front of you. Stella had left long before you and her being so considerate, wanted to wait for you. You rushed her out before she could protest, telling her to get rest and that you needed to finish off some last reports.
Which was a lie, you had finished all your tasks long before your shift was over. There were a few people still lingering around but for the most part, it was practically empty which gave you the time to ponder and fiddle with the sticky note in your hand.
You donât know why itâs taking you so long to give John a proper response. Nerves heightening every time you think of the man and the way he looked at you. Itâs almost embarrassing to think about your superior in such ways, shaking your head to clear any bad thoughts once Stella words repeat themselves in your ear. It was a great offer, beyond great in fact which is why thereâs an annoying itch in your brain that finds the whole situation strange.
You sit around for another good minute, checking the clock only to see that youâre thirty minutes past your official departure time.
Taking a deep breath, you scoot your chair, typing out the information from the small piece of paper into your computer as you click on a small icon.
You really hope you wonât regret this decision later on.
a/n: hi guys!! this is a bit rough around the edges since I have no idea how corporate jobs work but please lmk if I need to fix anything! I hope yaâll enjoy it !
discoholicmusic
izzy806
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
gummygunk
kianamaiart
amandla
yousharknotpass
