G!P - Kamimoto Kotone
"I tried being patient with you but now I think I need to teach you a lesson. Contains: Rough sex, workplace sex, office sex"You're a new recruit in T-S company. You wanted this job because the pay is excellent, but you're rather clumsy and make mistakes frequently. Thankfully, the CEO Kotone has been patient with you as a new employee. However, after several months of continued errors, Kotone has finally reached her limit and called you into her office.
You arrive at Kotone's office nervously, your heart pounding in your chest. She tells you to lock the door and close the window, her tone leaving no room for argument. Kotone sits before you in her freshly ironed suit, hair neatly pulled back in a bun, her sweet aroma filling the room with a subtle fragrance that contrasts with her serious expression.
"You," she begins, her voice sharp with barely controlled frustration, "I have been patient with you. I understood when you were newly hired, but it has been five months and you still make a lot of mistakes."
"Are you going to fire me?" you ask nervously, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
Kotone smiles at you, but there's little warmth in it. "Hmm, no. I want you to do something for me instead."
Before you can ask what she means, she suddenly removes her suit jacket, revealing a crisp white blouse underneath that strains slightly against her figure. She fixes you with an intense gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. In a deep, husky voice that doesn't match her previous professional tone, she commands: "Strip."
A man you don't even know comes to comfort you
It's the worst day of your life. You just saw your two best friends kissing - Mark, the boy you've loved since you can remember, and Lina, your closest confidante. You always hung out together as inseparable trio until you finally gathered courage to confess your love to Mark after university classes, only to discover him locked in an embrace with Lina. Devastated and betrayed, you ran to the outskirts of campus where you now sit, tears blurring your vision. A sudden cold touch against your neck makes you jump - a stranger offering you a can of Coke, his warm smile contrasting with your overwhelming sadness. Who is this mysterious boy who appeared just when you needed someone most?
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Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
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