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ohmygraves · 1 month

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it's your first day on your new job and you're really struggling.

of course, you've been told what to expect. above average pay for entry level, simple secretary/assistant job, and yet there's a lot of things to deal with since the company deals with government and the military.

right, you're working for shadow company, as phillip graves' assistant.

his old assistant quit after a few years, and you applied. she warned you that he is strict, has a high standard and everything must be perfect. no mistake. and lots of secret you have to keep since all the documents are both sensitive to the company but also the government itself.

it's a high risk, high reward desk job that you're definitely not used to.

honestly, that terrifies you. what would he do if you make a mistake? shoot you in the backyard?

you hope not. you tried your best to make as little mistakes as you could as you try to get a handle on the job, learning as much as you could from his previous assistant. but of course, your efforts could only go so far.

on your first day after the assistant's last day, not only that you got hit on by the mercenaries around the office left and right, you made lots of mistakes and ended up spilling coffee on both your boss and his super important tablet that holds all the important files. the coffee stained his baby blue shirt and jeans.

of course, he yelled at you. of course, you tried to hold back your tears. of course, you brought him a change of clothes and he told you to go get it cleaned immediately.

this feels so much worse than your previous job where you deal with border regulations.

thankfully, the tablet was okay. and you ended up cleaning his clothes by hand in the bathroom since you were free, so you returned it the next day. his clothes smelling nice, stain free, and no wrinkles.

surprisingly, graves thanked you, apologizing for the way he yelled at you. he also asked if you're holding up okay after being left to do everything by yourself.

you told him that aside from getting hit on by a few of his men, you're getting the hang of everything. you kept notes and all, you can always go through his routine and schedule if you forget. he told you to go out and get some coffee for him (since he wanted some from the coffee shop outside of the office, for some reason), and told you that you can get something too, on him. you agreed, leaving the office.

you didn't know that he decided to "set things straight" with his men that they can't flirt with his new assistant. you're off limits. for him only.

#hello im back #maybe ill make more of this idea #i like it kind of #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty headcanon #cod headcanon #phillip graves #cod graves #phillip graves x reader #cod graves x reader #cod #secretary #personal assistant

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legaceyof · 3 months

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#patterned pantyhose #patterned tights #short skirt #mini skirt #pleated miniskirt #square toe shoes #platform high heels #work outfits #sexy secretary #office outfit #office style #personal assistant

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟖

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“Ah yes right there, fuck don’t stop.” There you are in Nanami’s office after hours, pressed down against his desk as he pounds the daylight out of you. Nanami grabs a fistful of your hair and jerks it back, pressing the other into the small of your back. He watches attentively as your ass jiggles with every harsh thrust he makes to meet all your sweet spots and he drills into you relentlessly.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well.” he hums, leaning closer to your flushed face. “You like being fucked in my office? You like being fucked in your boss’s office, huh?” he asks you and all you can respond with is moans. Your knuckles start turning pale from the way you’re clutching his desk as he shakes you and it both. His grip shifts from your hair to your hips for him to stabilise himself causing your head to loll, meeting the desk beneath you.

“S’too much, too much.” you cry out, wiggling your hips to get him o slow down, not wanting to cum yet.

“S’too much for you baby?” he asks with separated and detached thrusts, causes to whine.

“M’gonna cum.” you mewl out, your hands scurrying behind you in attempts to swat him away, but the blond uses his large hand to hold both of your wrists, keeping them restrained. “No touching remember.” Nanami can feel you getting closer, but that doesn’t stop him or slow him down. “We’re gonna be here all night, we’re gonna be here till you cum 10 times around my dick.”

His hand swiftly slides under you his fingers speedily swiping at your sensitive bud. “Shh, you’re gonna squeeze me dry at this rate.” His expert fingers and relentless rhythm make you writhe, unable to stay still from the feeling of being too good. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“You wanna cum for me?” he asks, his blond locks falling in front of his eyes and sweat rolling down his glistening chest. This feeling is otherworldly, the pleasure is transcendental and you never want it to end. “Cum for me baby.” he pants, you’re so close you can almost taste it. A couple more thrusts and you're screaming out his name as the white seed pours out of you endlessly, coating Nanami’s dick in a thick, sheen, gloss, the both of your cum mixing. Nanami finishes with a few stuttering thrusts and a loud groan.

He watches attentively as he slowly pulls out, his dick covered to the base in your cum, watching it ooze out onto the table. Your figure goes limp as you try to recover and try and catch your breath. His lips plant a reassuring kiss on your forehead, before flipping you over and going down on his knees. Seconds later you feel his tongue slowly lap up your juices on his tongue, face nuzzled. You’re already overstimulated so feeling his nose press up against your sensitive clit causes your hands to fly into his hair.

“Mhm wait, you’re gonna make me come again.” You whimper, laying meekly over the table, barely having enough energy to keep your eyes on the ceiling. Your plead goes unheard by the man as he starts licking and sucking much more feverishly. “Kento wait.” you try to sit up but to no avail and he presses his hand on your stomach. “I just came-”

“I heard you, lemme make you squirt.”

“Ken-OH!YES!” you cry out, dropping your head back as Nanami’s thick finger slides into your gummy walls, curling and scissoring. His tongue flicks and sucks on your clit and you can feel it coming in hotter. “Gonna come again.”

More determined than ever Nanami pummels his fingers in and out of you. Your legs start shaking as you feel the release near, and with one more curl of his fingers, you squirt all over. All over his face, his chest, desk. You lay back, trying to regain your senses, breathing heavily. Nanami leans over and smiles at you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Well done Y/N.”

Your eyes shoot open immediately. Your hair clung to your face and your clothes drenched in sweat from deep sleep. You slowly turn around. You seem to be in your room, your phone’s not next to you, and the sun is too bright for it to be a good sign. But most importantly, a familiar dampness between your legs.

No way. I had a wet dream about my boss.

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idlerin · 1 year

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YOU'VE GOT A HOLD OF ME

guitarist!suna rintarou x assistant!f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

the ikarus incident (band au)

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being the personal assistant of the lead guitarist of one of the biggest bands in the country was no joke.

SUNA RINTAROU being the lead guitarist of one of the biggest bands in the country was no joke, speaking as said lead guitarist's personal assistant. You’re the one who gets dumped all his fan mails, regular mail, and gets bombarded with endless phone calls. You also manage his social media accounts and make sure he doesn't ruin his reputation, at least not too much (you urge him to get a social media manager, he waves off your idea, saying, “Do I need to? You’re managing it well enough”, some days you just want to strangle him).

As of now, you were residing in a hotel– in one of the big fancy rooms reserved for the acts at the band's next performance at this music festival, recounting to him his schedule for the evening, "Right after this we have a meeting with the manager,” you read off of your planner and glance at Suna whose face turned sour, directing his glare on you, “Don’t look at me like that, it's a meeting with the whole band."

Suna Rintarou did not rest the glare.

You glance at your watch to check the time, "You still have over an hour till you're going to the site. During this time, I suggest messaging your sister and asking her how she’s doing. She's been reaching out to me saying you won’t answer her calls and that she is worried about your well being.”

Suna scoffs, “And you believe her?” his sister wasn’t really one of his favorite people since… ever, nor was she yours, from the three times you’ve interacted with her.

“Of course not, but I’d rather she stop bothering me,” you shrug, flipping your notebook to check Suna’s schedule for the following week.

Which included an advertisement shoot and a recording session with the band for their upcoming album. It wasn’t as packed as the other days, which meant you could go home early (you were excited, it’s criminal how you’re excited). Maybe go grocery shopping, you were running low on food in your apartment, which reminded you to check Suna’s refrigerator, it was most probably also empty. You don’t get paid enough for this.

"It still wows me how efficient you are, [name], more importantly, it amazes me how you’ve dealt with Suna’s awful personality for over a year now! No assistant has ever lasted him even 8 months, where the hell did he find you?" Miya Atsumu, the drummer, chitchats as he leaned back on the couch while someone was putting on his makeup.

“Says the one whose last assistant left the country,” Suna retorts, not even looking at Atsumu, just scrolling through his phone.

“That was years ago! And I let Yumi go abroad because she had better opportunities there. I am assistantless of my own free will! So, where did you meet [name]? You guys never told us,” Atsumu counters.

Both you and Suna ignore him as you go over your personal checklist and Suna just couldn’t find it in him to care enough to reply.

“It’s such a great conversation we’re having,” Atsumu says sarcastically, “Can you believe them? They’re both so rude,” He says to the person touching up his make-up.

“What’s happening?” Akaashi Keiji, the lead vocalist, who was talking with the other staff just a few moments earlier, joined in on the conversation, “And where’s Sakusa?” pertaining to the bassist, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“He’s running late, says he got caught up in a family emergency, but he’ll be here in 10 minutes. Rika texted me just now,” you answer, Sakusa Rika was Sakusa’s PA and cousin.

“I’m really reconsidering getting a new PA, what do you guys think?” Atsumu interrupts once again. “How do you guys even recommend finding one, like seriously, I just found Yumi because my brother recommended her to me but I want to take a different approach this time.”

You get a flashback to the first time you met Suna, you were running late to a meet up with your parents, just got out of your shift at a local coffee shop, a coffee in hand and clutching a bunch of papers to your chest. Wasn’t really one of the brightest things you’ve ever done. The next thing you knew, you were crashing into a body and spilling your hot coffee on a total stranger. Then instead of getting furious the stranger says, “Hm, I have a job offer for you.”

Like a total nutjob!

“Huh?” you were dumbfounded (for clearly obvious reasons), you just spilled coffee on a stranger and he was talking about jobs. All sorts of crazy in the streets these days.

“I need a personal assistant. My name’s Suna Rintarou,” then he gives you a card and he walks away with a single wave goodbye. It took one look at the name on his card and one google search to find out you ran into one of the most famous figures in the country. Said celebrity was walking in the streets? Alone? You didn’t actually think the cap and sunglasses disguise worked in real life.

“I spotted [name] on the streets, I guess I got lucky,” Suna finally answers, standing from his seat to test his guitar out– like he wasn’t just playing hiring-the-first-person-he-sees back then. You need to tighten his security.

You shake your head as you close your notebook and clutch it to your chest. He did somehow get lucky that he bumped into you out of all the people out there in the world, you were great at your job after all. You don’t know why you didn’t immediately put him in the weirdo category the first time you met him and just threw away his business card. You’re a little glad your curiosity got the best of you. It helps that he pays really well.

"That easy? Can you give her to me then? manage my life instead, [name]," Atsumu jokes and winks at you as your lips quirked up to an almost smile.

"Fuck off and find your own PA," Suna gives him the middle finger, "[name] tell him to fuck off."

"Don’t be childish,” you scold, “Also, it depends, how much are you willing to pay me?” you play in on the joke. Suna Rintarou was not amused.

“How much does Suna pay you?” Atsumu smirks, you guess he found it amusing to play around instead of preparing for the show.

You shrug in replace of a proper answer. In all honesty, being Suna’s PA wasn’t that bad. The salary was good. You’ve already established a comfortable dynamic with Suna. You actually liked working for him, even if he is so much more work than the job description said, and it took you months to learn his habits and likes and dislikes. He frustrates you a lot too. Despite this, as much as you’d hate to admit it, you have a soft spot for him.

“Sorry for being late,” Sakusa walks in and straight to a seat where people immediately assist him.

“It’s fine, we still have an hour,” Akaashi calmly says while working on his lyric book.

You take a glance at Suna who is now silently tuning his guitar, you walk towards him and stand beside the couch he’s sitting on. Watching his slender fingers slide on one of his beautiful guitars (that’s probably worth millions).

“What are you doing here? You should go to your new employer,” Suna nudged his head to Atsumu’s direction who forgot about the earlier conversation and was now flirting with one of the newly hired staff. These poor girls, you need to figure out a way to warn them next time.

You roll your eyes at Suna, “I know you’re not actually upset.”

He stops fiddling around with the guitar and looks up at you, “Yeah, cause I know you’d never replace me with someone as unbearable as ‘tsumu.”

“Like you’re not as equally unbearable?” you raise a brow at him.

“The difference is, you like me too much, [name]” you feel as if a vein popped on your forehead, here comes the frustrating part, he was so cocky!

“And you’re so sure of that Rin, how?” you scowl at him.

“Well, for one, you’ve stuck with me for almost 2 years now and you haven’t completely lost your mind yet,” he gave you a little smile and at that moment he was almost cute. Just almost. He still has that cocky look in his eyes that made him unbelievably irritating.

“I’m glad you’re self aware,” you also smile a little at him. You caught his eyes and let yourself get lost in them a little bit.

Then you snap out of it.

You clear your throat, “I-I’ll go talk to your manager,” you turn around and quickly walk to the door to get out.

You remind yourself to build up more boundaries.

notes — no this is not connected to rings that dont fit sakusa rlly just had a fam issue.. and yes the band members r kinda random but i think they’d fit well together ehe hope you guys would enjoy this im making it three parts! (and i said it would be a quick fic 🤡)

also, i keep alternating between making the paragraphs start with a capital letter and a small letter (purely for aesthetic purposes) right now ive settled w capital letter first for fics and small letters for stuff like scenarios but it looks so inconsistent! what do u guys think

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littlequeenies · 12 days

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April 7, 2008 - Pattie Boyd with May Pang at the Beatles In India 40 Years Later exhibition at 124 Prince Street in New York City featuring Paul Saltzman’s photographs and a few of Pattie’s too.

Pattie is holding a copy of May's photographic book "Instamatic Karma".

#Pattie Boyd #May Pang #2008 #2008 Pattie #2008 May #2000s #2000s Pattie #2000s May #muse #author #May author #photographer #May photographer #model #boutique owner #producer #secretary #personal assistant #Beatles In India 40 Years Later

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csuitebitches · 1 year

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February Monthly Checklist

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you know that I have two types of goals - non negotiable (daily goals) and add ons (monthly goals). You can see more here.

Here are my goals for this month.

Daily Goals/ Non Negotiables:

Reading

My reads for this month:

Kindle of Life

Norwegian Wood - Murakami

Working out:

20 days of working out this month.

Meditation

20 days: 10 minutes consistently everyday.

Brain games (mental math)

25 days of mental math everyday.

Add Ons:

Career, Conferences and Learning :

* February 16th: virtual session with my mentor

* February 16th: a private event where a renowned speech coach is speaking

Online course

* How to read people’s faces/ facial profiling

Philanthropy:

* Donating my old clothes to charity

Uncultured Revolution:

* Creating 4 newsletters

Beauty:

* Remove gel manicure

* Schedule a massage

* Schedule a trim

Hobbies:

* Join tennis

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callmekenya · 20 days

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Imagine: Y/n, Elijah Mikaelson's sharp-tongued personal assistant, partners with Kol for mischievous pranks that leave the Mikaelson family amused and Elijah exasperated, all while maintaining the elegance of their supernatural world.

Y/n sighed as he walked into Elijah Mikaelson's ornate study, balancing a tray of freshly brewed tea and a stack of paperwork. Elijah, impeccably dressed as always, sat behind his desk, engrossed in his work.

"Tea, Mr. Mikaelson?" Y/n offered, placing the tray on the desk.

"Thank you, Y/n," Elijah replied, his tone as composed as ever.

As Y/n turned to leave, he couldn't resist adding, "You know, Mr. Mikaelson, you could use a break once in a while. Maybe take up a hobby that doesn't involve brooding."

Elijah raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind, Y/n."

Exiting the study, Y/n couldn't help but smirk. He enjoyed needling Elijah, the man's stoic demeanor was too easy a target for his sharp tongue.

Later that evening, Y/n found himself at a lavish party hosted by the Mikaelson family. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and music. Y/n spotted Kol across the room, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Without a second thought, he joined his partner in crime.

"What trouble shall we stir up tonight?" Y/n whispered to Kol, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Kol chuckled, eyes gleaming with excitement. "I have a few ideas in mind."

Together, they embarked on a spree of harmless pranks, much to the amusement of Rebekah, Freya, Davina, Marcel, and even Klaus, who watched from a distance with a smirk.

Their antics ranged from swapping name cards on seating arrangements to subtly altering the music playlist. Each prank was executed with precision, leaving their targets bewildered but ultimately entertained.

As the night wore on, Y/n couldn't help but revel in the chaos they had caused. However, he knew that their fun would eventually catch up to them.

Sure enough, as the party drew to a close, Elijah approached Y/n and Kol with a knowing look. "I trust you two had a hand in tonight's festivities?"

Y/n feigned innocence, while Kol flashed his brother a cheeky grin. "Just spreading a bit of joy, Elijah."

Elijah sighed, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "Somehow, I always find myself cleaning up after you two."

Rebekah, Freya, Davina, Marcel, and Klaus approached, each wearing a smirk of their own. It was evident that they had thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle.

Despite Elijah's frustration, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, what's life without a little mischief?

#male reader #personal assistant #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #freya mikaelson

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lauryns-orders · 8 months

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Honestly, this is the biggest reason I’d hire someone like me.

I personally have severe anxiety when it comes to making personal phone calls. I’ll do anything to avoid calling for myself. However, the second it becomes work related? I’ve got it, no problem. Don’t ask me why my anxiety works that way, but it does. Anxiety is weird.

But, that means I’ll have no problems making phone calls for you. I get it and I’d love to help others who have phone anxiety.

Let me know if there’s a phone call you’ve been putting off and I’ll happily make it for you!

#phone calls #personal assistant #virtual assistant #free service #small business #appointments #reservations #research #scheduling

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mr-e-us · 6 months

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#la vie boheme #personal assistant

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chronivore · 3 days

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#personal assistant

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lauryn-order · 8 months

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I’m building business cards. Which design do y’all like more?

This premade one: (I haven’t changed the info yet)

Or this one I made:

#mine #personal assistant

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angelsleepinggurl · 1 month

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𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟗

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” screams Naaila as she bursts through the door, a party popper in hand, its explosion of confetti filling the air. "I made it just in time, didn't I?" she asks proudly, placing a matching birthday hat on your head. Naaila’s exuberance never fails to make you smile.

"It's actually three minutes past midnight," you reply, amused by her enthusiasm.

Naaila huffs, feigning annoyance. "You should focus on being more grateful this year, you brat."

"Can't be mean to the birthday girl," you scold playfully as the two of you make your way into the living room.

“Well, would the birthday girl forgive her best friend if she gave her this?” With a flourish, she presents a beautifully decorated gift basket, adorned with balloons that say "Happy Birthday" and "24". Inside lay an assortment of treats: chocolates, flowers, perfumes, makeup items, and a large teddy bear, the hamper nearly overflowing with love and thoughtfulness. Your hands reach out in awe, touched by the dedication behind the gifts.

"I love it," you exclaim, setting the basket aside to hug your friend. "But I love you more. You're my greatest friend ever." you say with another squeeze.

Naaila responds with a playful pat on your back. "Yeah, yeah, something like that."

"Are you ready to go now?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

You nod eagerly. Naaila has been planning to whisk you away to the club for a few hours of celebration, insisting it’s the perfect way to welcome the new year of your life with alcohol and dancing. With a quick adjustment of your dress and a final glance around the room, you follow Naaila out the door ready for the fun to begin.

In the heart of a bustling city, where neon lights dance against the night sky, the both of you start singing songs at the top of your lungs in the car, not caring if you sound bad but just living in the moment. The air is charged with excitement when you arrive. The both of you make your way through crowded streets, arm in arm, steps synchronized.

“You’re gonna love tonight, Y/N I’m telling you.” Naaila laughs, dragging you into the neon-coloured chaos. The smell of booze bounces around the walls of the room, surrounding you. The bass reverbs in the club add to the liveliness of the club. Your eyes scan over the room, noticing an apparent ‘couple’ corner ‘where couples seemed to be eating each other’s faces off, seconds away from fucking on the floor. “C’mon let’s get a drink.” Naaila insists over the top of chatter and laughter. The both of you navigate through the waves and groups of people, squeezing through to reach the bar, to which you find to be pressed against by many.

“Hi, can we get two vodkas with lemonades and keep 'em coming.” naaila spins on her heels after ordering, her face cracking into a smile as she firmly grips your shoulder. “I’m gonna get you so piss drunk, you’ll never want to drink again.” The bartender proceeds to slide over the ordered drinks in your direction. “Drink with me on the count of three okay”

With the glass against your lips, you wait for Naaila’s countdown. “ Okay three, two, one.” The odourless liquid rushes down your throat in a flurry. The familiar ‘liquid’ as you like to attempt to describe it. After finishing a couple more the two fo you saunter over to the heart of the club in synch to the music. You’ve not had this much fun in a while, laughing your head off as Naaila twirls you and pretends to twerk against you, gaining you funny stares but Naaila’s far from caring.

“Oh my God, I love this song. ” Naaila screams to which you give her a puzzling look.

“Really?”

“No I’m fuckin with you I don’t know this song.” she laughs letting her body get controlled by the music. Flashing lights paint the room in a kaleidoscope of colours, casting shadows that dance along the walls. Soon enough, you start carelessly joining in with the pulsating mass of bodies, and let go for once. All the stress seemed to just fade away into the moment soon to be forgotten forever. At some point you start swaying towards the bar for more drinks, loving the feeling of losing yourself completely, your vision blurring as you walk over to Naaila.

Reconnecting with her your eyes land on someone. A particular someone.

A tall, muscular man with mid-length straight black hair that reaches to his ears. Strikingly beautiful emerald eyes, piercing through anyone with a mere glance. His lips seem to drag and pull into a sly smirk and although he’s across the club, it seems as though everyone around you blurs and in your drunken haze it very well appears that way.

“Oh my God Y/N look.” You gasp at your friend beside you, taking a deep breath you don’t know you need. Successfully pulling away from his trance, eyes lingering but never intending to stay on him. You feel smothered by his stare, finding it hard to breathe in the crowded room. “Is it just me or is that guy giving you eyes?”

Your upper teeth tug on your lip attempting to weigh out the pros and cons of him. “I don’t really think so.” You say dragging out the ‘I’. You turn to face Naaila, initiating a mental barrier between you and him.

“We’ll you should think so because he’s walking over here right now.”

“What-“

“Any reason as to why you were staring me down ma’am?” He asks, his smirk laced in his words. Now that he’s closer you notice that he had a striking scar on the corner of his lip. The scar is deep with memories and secrets.

“W-what, no sorry.” You sputter, your body feeling hot, cold and all types of sensations.

“It’s alright I don’t mind it. I haven’t seen you around here before?” He asks, his eyes shamelessly soaking you in.

A club regular. The warning runs through your mind but you proceed to answer.“Oh well it’s my birthday today so.”

“So I’ve got a birthday princess in my hands.” He exclaims.

“I guess you could say that.”

“Would the birthday princess like for me to show her a great night tonight?” He purrs in your ears as he whispers the sinful question into them, filling them with promises you don’t expect him to keep. Usually, you would be leaning towards following this man into the night, but when you close your all eyes all you can see is Nanami’s hands all over you, groping you, fondling you. His touch would feel electrifying and his chafe touches glide around your body and you almost melt.

“Sorry I-“

“Y/N.” Naaila calls for you, a serious look on her face “It’s getting late we should go. Thank you, sir.” Naaila salutes the man and grabs your wrist walking out of the club with you. “Sorry that guy gave me major creep vibes, he seemed like the type of guy to make you pay for sleeping with him. One last glance at the man far off in the midst of the crowd and you notice a scowl etched on his face. What would you do if Naaila hadn’t arrived?

“I’m sorry you had such a sucky night out because of me Y/N, I shouldn’t have pushed you to come out of your comfort zone on your day and now look.”

“Naaila it’s fine, I really don’t mind, I really enjoyed tonight, don’t stress.” You reply comfortingly.

“Are you sure?” She asks, her hands holding yours as his thumb grazes over it in repeated circles.

“Ye. And who says the party has to end now.” You ask pulling her into the taxi that just drooped in.

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