Laying down beside him, you carefully move, not to wake him up. Tucking him in a blanket, you sigh as the cold wind enters the room, reminding you to close the half-open windows. You’re about to get out of bed when he suddenly grabs your wrist. “Don’t go…” He mutters, his other hand reaching out to you and takes you in his arms.
“Don’t…”
Looking at his sleeping profile, you brush his bangs away from his eyes before kissing his cheek. His furrowed brows starting to relax.
“I won’t. I’m not going anywhere.”
You smile as you assure him while wrapping your arms around him. ‘I’ll close the windows later.’ You say to yourself as your burrows your self in his arms, inhaling his familiar scent.
CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE HOW BRAVE AND CONFIDENT MC IS
*Contains Episode 1 SPOILERS*
I came in with the mind set that MC was going to be a super tropey reverse harem heroine. Kind of like Yui from Diabolik lovers where she isn’t even a person.
Just look at MC she looks like a super cute cinnamon roll but gurrrlllll you have some BALLS and I lived for every single second of her character in this episode.
She’s super determined to keep her show running and keep the same energy that her father brought to the show and I love that she’s running from place to place and hustling like a pimp.
One thing I can’t stress enough is that she speaks her goddamn mind.
You tell her MC! Finish her! Ref Anna on the side tho lol
Now don’t get me started when she went to go look for Victor when she found through Anna that he was withdrawing funding from her company.
She went up to receptionist of his company like “LET ME TALK TO HIM OR I WILL GO TO HIM” and she FUCKING DID
MY GIRL IS FROM THE MOTHAFUCKING HOOD!! FUCK YO RULES BIACH !
Remember when Vic walked into the building like it was his palace or some shit cuz he had to make an “emergency visit or whateva”?? All his employees started bowing down n shit but my GIRL didn’t
Then she met with the grand DICK himself my boo Victor
She be like hey why you cutting my funding bruh?? I need it! Then he was like cuz is just as I thought…. TRASH.
It hurt my girl for like a second but then she started thinking of her hommies from the hood in Loveland and then she pulled up a OOHH Hell NOO and was like Aight you GONNA Pay fo dat shit
If we make it big don’t bring yo lil bitch ass running to me cuz it gonna be late as fuck. You Good?
MC told him infront of every single one of his employees!! Every single one!! the shameeeeee on his cow tho
I FUCKING DIED. I was dead. ☠️ ☠️ ☠️ just like every single one of his employees
Then my boii was so amused and so intrigued by hood rat MC that he looked at her like FUCKING TRY ME with that sexy ass smile of his
MC looked at him like I’m ready BITCHH bring IT.
Them death stares got me like OOOOHHH is gonna get good.
If Anime MC is like this then I’m in for a treat with RENEGADE MC. I’m living so much for her bad bitch energy that I honestly forgot that Gavin didn’t even have enough screen time and that’s coming from one of his #1 hoe’s.
I think I might up just developed a big ASS crush for MC.
Anyway, Good Job MAPPA so far I’m hooked.
Still a low blow for naming her “Watashi” tho when she has more personality than Yui
“Victor, do you know….what a grand miracle it is to have you in this world.” —Victor’sInnermost Thoughts Date
Happy Birthday, Victor! ♡
오늘은 대표님 대신 이택언이라고 부르겠습해줘.
I still remember how I used to think of you as a typical cold CEO trope character and didn’t even bother to pay attention to you but after reading your dates and the main story, you’ve held an entire different impression on me. You’re one of a kind and not the mean guy many assume you to be. I hope more people could understand how patient, mature, caring, dedicated and sweet man you are.
Love transcends time and space. And you’ve taught me that.
Warning: Fluff, Pre-existing relationship, Spanking, Surprise element
Word Count: 1066
Summary: A private meeting turns into playful punishment.
From the moment that Victor had requested this private meeting with Emme, her mind had been gone over every possible scenario. Sure the Miracle Finder’s ratings still weren’t great, but she’d thought they were okay, definitely not so bad as to have LFG pull their funding. Her heartbeat was racing right along with her thoughts. She twisted her hands and chewed at her lower lip.
Mr. Mills quietly approached with a bottle of wine. “I’m told dinner will be out in a moment. Before I leave, may I pour you a glass?”
Emme turned toward the familiar voice. With a nod and a somewhat hesitant smile, she replied. “Yes, please.” Her eyes drifted towards the kitchen. “What sort of mood is he in?”
The older man chuckled softly like sheep’s wool. “He seems quite happy, I’d say. Happy enough to give me the rest of the night off.” As he spoke, he filled two goblets.
Could she have been wrong? She gave herself a mental shake. Mr. Mills never spoke ill of Victor, why had she imagined this time would be different? Emme thanked Mr. Mills before watching him close Souvenir and leave for the evening.
It’s just business. It’s not personal. The constant, silent mantra was repeated over and over again until Victor came through the kitchen entrance. Emme’s eyes widened. Victor and Emme had been an unofficial couple for some time and had spent countless hours in each other’s company before, but something about him standing there minus his jacket and tie sent a tingle straight through her. For a long minute, Emme forgot how to speak.
Victor cast his glance at Emme. His eyes sparkled but the rest of his face was a stoic mask of unreadability. Closing the distance between the kitchen and Emme, Victor set out dinner for them both on the table.
“Are you pulling our funding?” The words flew out before she really thought about it. Even if dinner looked five star quality, her nerves and anxiety had gotten the better of her.
“Eat and then we can talk.” Victor flashed Emme a smile and began to stab at a piece of stewed beef on his plate.
Each time Emme tried to broach the topic, Victor would shake his head and direct her attention back to their dinner. She picked at the asparagus spears and beef. For some reason, the woman who always had an appetite couldn’t seem to focus on the delicious meal before her.
The couple managed to get through the dinner with very few words exchanged. Victor gathered the used dishes on the tray. He balanced it on one hand while extending his other towards Emme. “We can discuss the reason for this meeting as you wash dishes.”
She took his hand and followed towards the kitchen. They had dined at Souvenir a dozen times and payment was usually something like washing dishes or if she was really lucky, helping plan the meal. A smile crossed her lips, masking the nervous tension she felt ticking away inside of her.
“I’ll wash, you rinse,” Victor said pointedly. When he chose to be, he could be gentle, but for the most part Victor was always business-like. He rolled up his sleeves and removed his watch.
Emme’s eyes widened in disbelief. Sure, at home Victor did his own dishes, but seeing him do that here, left Emme more confused and curious. “So, why did you ask for a private meeting?”
Victor handed her two slightly soapy but much cleaner forks. “I had something very important I needed to say and I don’t handle rejection well.” His voice, for but a fraction of a moment, seemed to waver. Confidence had slipped but then returned just as quick. “So, let me ease your fears, you’re not losing funding.”
A sigh escaped Emme’s light pink lips. “But if not the funding, then what could you ask that I might reject?” She dipped the utensils into the rinse water. She waited for an answer as two plates were handed over to her.
“It’s about our future. Something we’ve never really spoken about.” He handed her the empty goblet. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you were injured and had to spend all that time in the hospital.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “That was what, a year ago? So, all this time you’ve been thinking about our future?” Only then did Emme notice that there was only one goblet. Two forks, two plates, one goblet. “Victor, where is the other goblet?”
Feigning ignorance to where the second goblet was, Victor shrugged. “Can you check the table?”
Emme turned around and proceeded to return to the dining room. As she got to the doorway, there it was, a half full goblet on the table. She walked over towards it, but as she got closer she could see something in the glass besides the wine.
“Je t’aime, Emme. Will you marry me?” Victor whispered into her ear.
Emme’s head turned, eyes wide and glossy as unshed tears threatened to fall. “This… Are you serious?” She wrapped her arms around Victor. “Yes, of course yes.”
Victor fished the ring from the white wine and slipped it onto Emme’s finger. “However, for doubting me and thinking I would be so cruel as to hurt your career, your company or your future, you’ll need a punishment.” Victor sat in the chair and tugged his newly engaged fiance over his lap.
She gasped as her belly laid over her lap, her delicate ass only barely covered by a thin pair of panties and a summer dress. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Victor,” her soft voice pleaded.
SMACK! SMACK! Victor’s hand moved through the air with precision landing perfectly on Emme’s cheeks. When the sound of her whimpering moans fell only slightly louder than her normal voice, he flipped the bottom of her skirt up and gently tugged her panties down her thighs. SMACK! SMACK! Two more swift swats rained down.
Moans erupted from her mouth as bare flesh met bare flesh. Goosebumps formed all over her body while sparks of pleasure pulsed through her body. Six more stinging blows landed between her ass and her upper thighs. Each making her a bit more excited; more ready for whatever future Victor and she would have together.
“Come on, I think we should take this to my place for the night.”
D reams - Victor has been so enamored with his significant other that every day feels like the future is playing out in slow motion for him. He wants the love of his life to be his one and only forever. Maybe a child or two, so long as they are smart like him and beautiful like his partner. They will stand beside him proudly so he can show their love off to the entire world.
J ealousy - Mr. CEO is the jealous and almost possessive type, but it’s because he knows how amazing his partner is and how lucky he is to call them his. He tries hard to not show that part of him. His partner sees it though and does their best to reassure him that they aren’t going anywhere. When he feels like he needs to display their status, he buys his lover gifts.
M arriage - He absolutely wants to be married. His life will never be complete without marriage to his partner. He wants the world to see that this amazing individual has captured his heart and soul. That this is his ride or die! He does it at the biggest event he can think of. There in front of hundreds with cameras to record every moment of it. Marriage to Victor would include private romantic vacations and sweet gestures of love and affection.
R omance - Victor is super low key romantic, but has moments where he can be over the top as well. Little gifts, special dinners and all the touches he can give. He realizes his significant other is independent and he is fine with that, but he also wants them to feel as loved and wanted as he feels with them. Sometimes it’s cliche, but for the most part, Victor exudes creativity and that shows in his behavior towards his one and only.
Time could be a tricky thing, there were only so many hours in the day. _ _ _ knew Victor was a busy man, and she had been understanding. She didn’t exactly have a lot of free time herself, running her own business. Lately, though the work hours have gotten longer and the nights shorter. The time they spent together was becoming less and less. Even though they shared a home, a bed. The distance between them had never been greater. She was asleep by the time he came home, and she was getting ready for work by the time he got up. The only time they spent together was a kiss on her way out the door.
As the weeks went by her heart grew heavier and heavier. She had always heard that distance makes the heart grow fonder. She didn’t know if there was any truth to that saying, with how much her heart broke every day.
There wasn’t anything special about that day, nothing different had happened. She had decided enough was enough her heart couldn’t take the loneliness any longer. She pulled out a large suitcase from the closet and threw it on the bed in between sobs. She unzipped it, opening it all the way. She opened her dresser taking out all her clothes and throwing them in the suitcase. She then proceeded to the closet ripping her shirts and dresses off the hangers and throwing them into the suitcase without so much as folding anything. She put as much in the suitcase as she could, thinking she would figure out how to get the rest of her things another day. She zipped it up while putting as much pressure as she could on the suitcase to get it to zip.
She lugged the suitcase to the front door ready to leave when Victor was standing at the door with his keys in his hand ready to unlock the door.
“ _ _ _” then he looked at the suitcase beside her.
“ Don’t you think it’s kind of late to be going on a trip?” She took a deep breath, her nerves at an all-time high.
“ I’m not going on a trip.”
“ Where are you going with that suitcase?”
“ I’m leaving.”
“ What?” His heart felt like it dropped into his stomach.
“ Someone has to do it. It’s been a long time coming, we haven’t been together for a while now. It’s more like we are roommates that sleep in the same bed.” He bowed his head, he knew he’d been neglecting their relationship. He had put work first.
He never thought she would actually leave, that it would blow over. Here they were though; having the breakup conversation. Victor pushed his way into the house locking the door behind him. Making it impossible for her to leave without going through him.
“ Did something happen?” She bit her lip.
“ Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” He was losing her, she was slipping through his fingers and for once he felt powerless.
“ I just want to understand”
“ Understand? Victor, it’s been months since we’ve actually spent time together. Do you know how lonely it is being alone in this big house? Not to mention do you know where my thoughts go? I wonder are you actually working? Or are you out having an affair ?” Tears rolled down her cheeks
“ I have never, and would never be unfaithful to you! We can fix this, It doesn’t have to be this way, please…Stay.”
“Victor” He had never lost control of his feelings, but in this moment when the love of his life was about to walk out on him, he couldn’t control the panic starting to come forth.
“ It’s my fault too. Don’t blame yourself.”
“ Don’t leave.” He said feeling desperate
“ Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave?” He raked his hair back with both hands and his beautiful face contorted into something of a mix of anguish and worry. The crease between his eyebrows deepened.
“ Do you love me?” She sighed.
“ That doesn’t matter; sometimes love isn’t enough to make a relationship work.”
“Just answer the question.” He said sternly.
“Fine. Yes, I love you.”
“ Do you want to be with me?” She looked irritated
“ Victor, don’t do this.”
“ Answer me!”
“ Yes, but this isn’t working!”
Victor took a step forward and looked down on her. If she didn’t know how gentle and caring he could be she would have been intimidated.
“ If you love me and want to be with me, why are you leaving me? You don’t want to fight for us?”
“ I’m tired of fighting.” He glared at her in exasperation.
“ You’re tired of fighting? You haven’t even tried! The one thing you’ve always lacked was a voice. You never speak for yourself, I’m not telepathic I cannot read your mind. How am I to know how you are feeling if you never tell me?!” She knew it was true, it’s something she always struggled with. She crossed her arms
“ Yes, sure I know this and you know that I know it, but how am I ever supposed to talk to you when we see each other for less than ten minutes?! This right now is the longest we’ve seen each other in weeks!” Victor exhaled
“ Okay, enough yelling and enough blaming. We both have our faults, but that’s what a relationship is. Working together to find a common ground. We can’t give up before we try.” She stared at him in silence. Was he getting through to her? Were her motives dissipating?
“Don’t you know I’d do anything to be with you?” He stated in a half-whisper
Unable to resist in a moment where her mind seemed to have shifted ever so slightly. He took one small step and put his lips on hers. She tensed at first only to relax a moment later, and if by instinct she put her hands onto his shoulders and he pulled her close by her waist.
Once they deepened the kiss _ _ _ felt wetness falling onto her face, as tears of her own streamed down her face. She broke the kiss to see his tearful face. She apprehensively reached out, pausing before wiping his tears away.
“I never wanted to hurt you, Victor.”
“We’ve hurt each other, but… We can move forward, we can learn from this and be stronger.” He said as he wiped her tears away.
He didn’t say anything more, only crashed his lips back to hers in a needy kiss. She wrapped her arms around him as he pushed his tongue against her lips. Obediently, she opened her mouth letting his tongue conquer her mouth. As their tongues entwined and explored each other’s mouths. He pulled away from her biting her lip gently as he released her lips.
“ Don’t leave, don’t make this be goodbye.” He placed his forehead against hers.
He moved his hands to the back of her thighs and lifted her making her yelp. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he began walking eagerly up the stairs, down the corridor to the bedroom. He kissed her once they reached the bedroom walking her over to the bed and crashing down upon it. He lifted himself off of her placing his suit jacket over the back of the reading chair.
Once he made his way back over to her he climbed on top of her lifting her to a kneeling position and lifted the hem of her shirt pulling it over her head. He started kissing down her jaw and neck while reaching his hands behind her back and unhooking her bra. He gently slid it off her arms revealing her breasts to him. He laid her back down with her head sinking into the pillows; he began his attack on her collarbone sucking at the skin there leaving a red bruise. Then proceeding to brush his hands along her curves and give her feather-light, barely there brushes over her nipples with his thumbs.
He took his forefinger and thumb and began rolling her nipples in between them. He kissed between her breasts back up to her lips. As he teased her tongue with his hand he reached down between her legs and pressed on the hem on the crotch of her jeans stroking her clit. She shifted, trying to get more friction. He removed moved his hand and unbuttoned her jeans slipping his hand under her panties. He took two fingers slipping them between her folds and pinching her clit between his fingers and moving it side to side. Then tapping at the hood quickly. She arched her back, and he took her nipple his mouth tugging at it, and she let out a loud moan.
He moved his hand lower teasing at her entrance.
“ You are so wet, have you been wanting this? For me to touch you like this?” He pushed a finger inside of her.
“ How long has it been? Two months, maybe three?” He added a second finger, plunging them into her.
“ Tell me when you want me. Dummy”
He withdrew his fingers, and she groaned at the emptiness. He stood up and proceeded to pull her jeans and underwear off her body, then discarded his own clothes. He climbed on top of her baring his weight on her as he devoured her mouth and the tip of his cock pressed against her thigh. She reached down and wrapped her hand around the base. She began slowly stroking his length; making his hips twitch. She took her thumb and rubbed at the sensitive spot underneath the head, then continuing to stroke him a couple more times before she lined him up with her entrance. He pushed himself into her in one strong stroke. Once he was fully inside of her he looked into her wanting eyes and brushed her hair out of her face and kissed each of her eyelids.
He started slow savoring the way her breathing got heavier, and the feeling of her walls squeezing his cock in all the right ways. She grabbed the back of his shoulders digging her long nails into his skin He grunted. As their lovemaking continued and their bodily fluids mixed starting to make a squelching sound. She put her hands on his buttocks pushing him in faster and tilting her hips with every thrust.
Victor pulled out till the sensitive head of his cock was sitting just barely inside of her, and he slammed back into her. Perspiration ran down his back in tiny droplets His hair began to stick to his forehead. Still connected o her; he kneeled back and lifted her hips so her lower half was elevated.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said breathlessly.
She did as asked and he began pounding into her going at a fast pace. She felt him deep inside her, at a new angle. Making her nearly lose control right there and then.
“ Are you close _ _ _?” He asked between pants. Her whines and sighs got louder and increased in frequency
“ Y-yes.” He put her hips back on the bed and hovered over her shifting his position with her legs still wrapped around him.
He pinched her nipples and ran his hand down her sweaty torso to where her clit was. He pressed down gently rubbing it in a circular motion.
“ Ahh, Victor!“ She panted "Faster, harder! I’m so close.”
At her request he rammed into her faster, rubbing her clit with more pressure, and her legs started to tremble uncontrollably.
“ I’m going to cum so hard!”
Finally, she arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed and stilling her body as her release started consuming her. The feeling of warmth from her head to her curled toes washed over her; with a generous amount of fluid releasing out of her. As she saw a bright white light and her body stilled. She scratched at his back leaving red marks in their wake.
He gently thrust inside of her, helping her come down so she wasn’t overstimulated As he continued to thrust her walls clenched around him. He felt his testicles contract as the coil in his belly began to loosen as his cock became overly sensitive. Realizing they hadn’t used any protection, he immediately pulled out and she stroked his length quickly while using her other hand to squeeze and massage his testicles. It didn’t take long before he spilled over her stomach. His eyes were closed tight and when he finally caught his breath, he opened his eyes and rolled off of her.
Grabbing a tissue on the nightstand, he wiped his release off of her. They laid there catching their breaths with their chests heaving. He rolled to the side looking at her and sweeping her sweaty hair away from her flushed face. Finally, she smiled at him and placed her hand on his cheek.
Victor placed his hand over hers.
” You’re staying right?“ She stared into his dark eyes for a moment, before her face relaxed.
"All I want is to be sleep by your side.”
They shared a small kiss before she snuggled into his side.
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How are you? Have you been doing well?
A lot has happened since I last checked in but you know, there is this one constant that’s been hanging on to me ever since I have met them and yes, it’s the same dummy I have been telling you about, Mother.
How should I put this? For some reason her presence around me had become something that I continuously look forward to. I didn’t know when it started but lately, all that I could think about is how I wanted to revel in the time and effort she had given me throughout the years of knowing each other.
I want to cherish her, Mother. I want her to know just how much she means to me and I think… I’m getting there.
You kept saying that I should open my heart more and let people know just how much they mean to me and she… she taught me how to. She keep on teaching me ways to express myself more and I couldn’t be any more glad that she did.
She even came up with another silly surprise just for today. All because she wanted me to feel cherished and loved on my special day.
You’d like her, mom. Maybe even love her the way you love me.
And uh. She’s calling me now. Something about making another wish of some sort. I’ll talk to you again soon, Mother. Take care.
Have we come to a full circle with the birthday prompts? Yes. Yes we did. You know what that means right? I think I’m reaching an anniversary with these prompts.
Started somewhere in feb or march I think. lol. Wow. What a journey this has been. Do I want to continue? Of course.
Anyway, Happiest Birthday to you my beloved Victor.
“Do you know that sometimes… I worry about you, you know?” her voice muffled by the sweet sound of lull, sleepiness trying to take over her. “I worry a lot about you… and maybe even scared for you.”
Despite the silence permeating in the room, she dared continue, throwing her head back until the wall behind her supported her, pulling her knees up to her chin. “Sometimes, I get scared at the thought of leaving you be, all by yourself surrounded by your thoughts and emotions. Leaving you unguarded with that high fortress you built upon yourself.”
“Sometimes, I wonder if I am able to climb up- if I could even climb these immeasurable walls you built for yourself.”
Letting out a shaky breath as she turned her head to the side, lips dangerously close to the barrier between them. “But I want to try, you know? I am trying. So please… don’t shut yourself on me, okay?”
She shouldn’t. Oh god, she shouldn’t. But she couldn’t not stare at him.
The way his long sleeves were rolled up to his forearm, him being unaware at the way it highlights the veins decorating his forearms, his graceful movements as he glided through the kitchen as if he knew it from the back of his hand despite not being his own, and the way his face looked oddly at peace despite cutting some onions.
For some reason, these all felt domestic for her. Too domestic… andtoo unrealistic.
She shouldn’t. She couldn’t. But oh god, how she wished to at least revel in this moment.
“What is it now?” she hated how his voice can immediately break her reverie when not even her closest friend can do so. “You looked all too lost in your day dreams again, dummy.”
Letting out a small nervous laugh, she averted her gaze from him, trying to reign her rampaging feelings deep down.
“Nothing,” she answered all too quickly. “It’s nothing.”
She really need to shove all these emotions deep down.
Fun fact: Nandemonaiya is my favorite song in Kimi no Na Wa. There’s just so much pinning and angst in that song.
“Do you think…” her voice is quiet, almost blending into the night as she clutched her phone to her chest, wondering if she should even finish the sentence. Knowing him, and knowing what had just transpired, it would do her good to just outright say it- lest she wanted another round of raised voices and frustrated groans. “Do you think we’ll last?”
How can the silence between them become too unbearable? When had it stopped being so comfortable with him?
Maybe it’s the distance, her heart thumped. Maybe it’s because of the workload and the timing just don’t make sense.
Or, in another part of her brain, maybe it’s because life had gotten in the way and they had been all too consumed by everything they didn’t say.
Had they always been like this? When did the distance between them grew? How can they keep up with the silence stretched between them?
At the other side of the call, he let out a small sigh, making her heart shatter.
“I… don’t know,”
She could already imagined the half-dimmed hotel room, the scattered paper works he should’ve been looking at the moment.
She could feel him waning until all that’s left was a defeated shell of a man.
Hello there and welcome to Victor’s birthweek prompts. I’ll be dropping different prompts for Victor for seven days with the last prompt being birthday.
Anyway. I’m kinda having little to no energy with writing so there’s not really much activity in my blog so just expect me popping out of nowhere and then disappearing from time to time.
