apologies if I didn’t quite capture hyungsik’s personality, I’m unfamiliar with his work (but still tried my best!)
Pairing: Park Hyungsik x Y/N Genre: Smut Length: 995 words Warning(s): blowjobs
“Sir?” you called from outside the CEO’s office door. You sighed to yourself as you awaited the answer, tired of always being told to make the tea and coffee for your colleagues. You’d even ended up in a situation in which you had to go out and buy snacks for your co-workers’ break just last week. However, they say it always starts like this, and you had hope for your career. You weren’t about to give up just yet.
“Come in,” Hyungsik called back eventually, preceded by an awkward cough.
And then you had an idea. Was it risky? Yes. Was it worth the risk for your job? Again, yes. If you could somehow… persuade your boss to give you a little boost in your career position, things could speed up a little for you. You, along with the rest of the office, had already picked up on the CEO’s likeness towards you, and this was a perfect opportunity.
Oh jeez. I wrote the first two chapters to a new series in one day and I’m so thankful that @alexispoo gave me the idea to this and other future series. So here is Chapter two. Enjoy. Chapter One HERE
Summary: Being in detention isn’t what the reader thought it would be. The situation only gets more intense when Principal AJ interrupts Mr. Ambrose’s lesson. Warnings: SMUT! LIKE IT’S ALL SMUT! AND AN ITTY BIT OF VOYEURISM!
Y/N paced the cramped office, which smelled of gym clothes that had
gone for too long without washing. Her husband was presumably occupied
with his last class of the day, and she was waiting for the slim chance
of having a conversation with him before he headed out to the lacrosse
field for practice with the team he coached. Coach Bobby Finstock was
nothing if not dedicated. The bell rang sharply through the small office
and Y/N jumped. It startled her from her pondering, and she came to a
halt, sitting down in his creaky office chair. The springs were
beginning to become uncomfortable.
Bobby’s desk tended to be messy, but it always brought a
smile to Y/N’s face when she saw that there was a frame holding a photo
of the pair on their wedding day. Her dress was a glowing white against
the jewel tones of the garden backdrop, and he had a look of sheer
admiration on his face, which was pointed in her direction during this
shot. Tears began to well in her eyes and she continued to stare at the
picture. Her focus was averted when the door to the office that entered
from the hall slammed against the wall. Everything was making her jumpy
today, as her nerves were coiled tight within her abdomen.
High school: Bill showing up in human form to visit Dipper in class
((I had so much fun with this haha! Thank you for the prompt!))
Dipper tapped the eraser of his pencil against the faux wood of his desk, staring with vague disinterest at the lecture going on before him. For the last twelve minutes his history teacher, Mrs. Meadows, had been going on some sort of tangent over the “rich, cultured” history of Gravity Falls, Oregon. Not that he didn’t care for the town he called home far more than Piedmont, oh no, it’s just the fact that Meadows had already went over this topic. On more than one occasion. He snorted softly. Maybe there was someone in this town who was more obsessed with the place than he was. There was a chorus of groans from the entire class, and it took Dipper a moment to realize that Meadows had ordered for everyone to take out a sheet of paper. He was just flipping to a new sheet of paper in his notebook (the last had been plagued with boredom-bred doodles, and was filled with a generous amount of a certain dream demon in all his triangular glory) when there was a knock at the door. Meadows looked up from her desk, eyebrows raised. Dipper himself didn’t even look up until he heard an all-too-familiar voice. “Hello, ma'am, I’m sorry to interrupt, but this was the class I was told Pin- Dipper Pines was in. Is he here?” Dipper’s head shot up, pencil dropping from his hand and rolling down onto the floor as he gazed at the man in the doorway, his duel-toned hair shimmering in the bright fluorescent lighting. Bill caught his stare within the second, a grin stretching from ear to ear. Dipper swallowed nervously. Meadows nodded, motioning towards the male twin. “Do you need to pull him out?” “That sounds delightful.” Bill gave a grin, and Dipper thanked whatever god was above nobody snickered at the obvious comment, or if they noticed, they didn’t say anything. With a motion of the hand, Dipper rose, following the demon outside the classroom. “What’s wrong?” Dipper rubbed his arms nervously, hoping he didn’t look too nervous about being alone in a public building with his demon boyfriend. Bill turned toward him, a lazy smile across his cheeks. “Oh, nothing much. I just wanted I see my wonderful, intelligent boyfriend.” “What did you break?” Dipper sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Bill made a noise of offense. “You think so low of me, Pine Tree,” he bemoaned, “Why, I broke nary a thing. I meant what I said. Now, let’s go on an adventure in the forest; I’m bored.” “You dragged me out of class just to relieve your boredom?” Dipper was fully prepared to unleash a string of obscenities at the man before him, but slammed his mouth shut. He looked at the door behind him, thinking about the lecture that was likely continuing as they spoke. And well, Hell, it was the last period of the day… “Bill Cipher, you’re gonna be the death of me one day,” Dipper bit his lip, then leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to a dark cheek. “Alright, let’s go before I change my mind.” Bill could’ve squealed in delight as he wrapped his arms around his Pine Tree’s neck and peppered his face with grateful kisses. “Oh, wonderful! I’ve got the perfect place to show you, too!” Dipper laughed as they dashed out of the building, arm in arm, as Bill babbled on about caves and glowing mushrooms and hot springs. Sometimes, Dipper decided, he really did love his quirky demon boyfriend.