Each villainous boss intiates sex differently....
cw: suggestive, 18+ content, minors DNI, some implied dubcon, short
characters: Giovanni, Archer, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus, Colress, Lysandre, Guzma, Volo
Giovanni typically calls you into his office, where he proceeds to tear away your clothing and takes you at his desk. He barely even bothers to ask since you should know by now what he desires. Admittedly, he also views himself as a bit above asking for permission.
“Come to my office at once, dear,” Giovanni caught your shoulder before you could leave the hideout. A certain look in his eyes could only make you swallow in anticipation.
Archer just pulls you aside and takes you on whatever surface is nearest. You are his assistant, basically, so he sees little reason to ask permission either. Giovanni instilled some bad traits into him.
“You. With me. Now,” Archer had your wrist in a death grip before you could even stray too far from his side. His jaw was clenched in frustration. It was little secret what he wanted.
Maxie is red in the face while he asks you to come aside with him to his office. He then manages to get it out only when you two are alone. You will have to do a little inference and help a bit with him.
“Dear, c-come with me to my office!” Maxie stopped you before you could leave the hideout. His cheeks were the same colour as his hair, and you swore his glasses were somehow fogged up.
Archie tends to just ask it a little too plainly. He does not really hold shame. Just, “Wanna go to my office and fuck?” is said and if you agree, then you do just that. Anywhere is fine in his quarters – bed, couch, table, desk. Wherever you are fine with.
“Luvdisc, you bored, too? Wanna go to my office?” Archie spoke brazenly while throwing an arm around your shoulder. The grunts nearby barely gave it any mind.
Cyrus almost always refuses to initiate anything intimate. But, if he was… Well, it would be an unspoken thing, almost. His gaze would just grow intense as he took you aside to somewhere you both could have the utmost privacy.
“… Beloved,” Cyrus called for you. Turning to face him, there was something oddly brewing in his eyes as he observed you. A hand caught your own. Wordlessly, you were tugged along to his office.
Colress is pretty blunt. Of course, he would take you somewhere more private, but there is little wonder what he desires. A pleasant smile is only his lips, while a glare shines over his glasses' lens. He truthfully would do it about anywhere in his lab, quarters, or office.
“I think we should engage in a bonding exercise,” that smile on his lips did not at all match was he was offering. Especially when his gloved hand rested plainly on your ass. All in the name of research. Sure.
Lysandre is far more impassioned than the others here. Though, perhaps that is his nature as a Kalosian... Or his obsession with beauty. The Flare Boss often holds you to him and stares deeply into your eyes before asking you to join him somewhere more private.
“My love,” Lysandre's voice was husky and low in your ear. Arms wrapped around your waist and held you to his firm body. “Come with me… I wish to indulge you,” he whispered. A shiver went down your spine as he followed it with a kiss to the shell of your ear.
Guzma is far too blunt. Extremely too blunt. He lacks any tact whatsoever. But, well, he does not really understand the need for subtlety. You are his partner, yeah? Everyone knows that. He has had Plumeria bitch about how loud you two have been in his room in the past. Besides, why would he care?
“Hey,” Guzma caught you from behind and pressed you into his body. A cologne wafted from him. “Wanna go fuck?” The abrasive question nearly made you laugh from the absurdity.
Volo does not ask. Suddenly, hands will be all over you while you do your survey work. It is him, of course. Who else would it be mocking you for being so unaware? It is adorable to him, at least. The squeak you give as he encases your body and closes your wrists together. You barely have time to give a proper response.
“… Come on,” he teases, “You're so shocked.” His fingers were already undoing the tie of your bag to undo your uniform top. It seemed there would be no escape here.
