Weak Hero Oneshots

Philip [Come on now]

Contains: muffling, fingering, dacryphilia (arousal of tears) and fucking in a storage closet (so like if public sex?)
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You had to admit Philip Kim was a very handsome man, if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't a complete asshole, you'd actually be very fond of him. Being born with a silver spoon, Philip had always been a bit stuck up and now he was a complete shit wipe.

You frowned in distaste seeing him walk through your small flower shop, in the flower shop was a tiny cafe that your grandparents had owned and given to you to run when they retired. They of course handled most financial things and you kept it up and running. It wasn't much but it was more than what most may be able to own.

You huffed having to approach Philip asking for his order.

"Excuse me, may I take your order?" You sweetened your voice as you did with all of your customers and smiled politely at the very attractive man in front of you.

He peered up at your through his short fringe and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "What do you recommend..(Y/N)?" You felt butterflies erupt in the lower pits of your stomach and a low squeak came out of your throat, as you flinched from the sudden attention.

"Uhm...I recommend the masala chai tea! It's simple and popular on the menu!" You forced out a smile and hoped he would accept.

"Alright." Internally sighing, you nodded your head and walked back towards the counter. As you whipped up the simple tea and dressed it. You steadily walked out of the kitchen and were about to walk around the counter when you slammed into someone.

You heard glass shatter as the cup and plate hit the floor and you were sure that you and whoever you ran into were drenched in tea. Feeling your heart sink, you dropped down to pick up the glass shards that littered the floor. As your placed them in the cloth that sat in your hand, you felt a tiniest bit of tears well in your eyes and a choked whimper muffled itself in your throat.

Swallowing hard, you puffed out your chest and told yourself you were gonna be fine and now wasn't the place to cry. You quickly ran the shards into the kitchen and secured them in a safe bag that you could dispose of later. As you ran back into the main cafe, you saw Philip standing there with a giant brown stain strewn across his white school uniform.

Your heart just might have dropped onto the floor.

You approached him and held out your hand to him. "I'm so sorry, I'll wash it. And I'll pay you back." You kept your composure, you weren't gonna break in front of him. Anyone would probably break down and grovel at his feet knowing how much money he had.

Philip furrowed his brows at you and followed you into the back storage room where a small washer and dryer were, often times you would wash your uniforms and regular clothes here if you were going to get off late, now it had came to good use.

You placed Philip's shirt in and turned to walk out of the room when he stood in your way. You attempted to go around him but he stuck his arm out.

You tried to push past his arms but to no avail. You looked up at Philip with a stern look. He looked down at you with curiosity. He tilted his head before leaning his head down to your eye level. You leaned backwards and flattened your gaze.

"You're not afraid of me." It was more a statement than a question and you chipped your chin up a bit at him. He wondered for a moment.

Philip took a step forward and you backed into the washing machine. As the storage door creaked shut you felt yourself grow with adrenaline. Philip's leg which has originally propped open the door was now pushing itself between your knees.