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Throne

Today was a day J never thought she would experience in her life. A day she practically dreaded when it came to her work, something that contradicted her very moral code, her very reason for being.

Today was J's day off.

From what her superior had told her, she had done marvelously in the office, as expected of someone as grand as her, but they expressed concern that their hardest worker was 'overdoing it'.

Nonsense!

This is merely what is expected of those that work for the glorious corporation. Anything less would soil their very name. She was, and still is, their very best employee - it was only right for her to outdo everyone else in absolutely everything.

Alas, she can't go against the orders of the company.

As such, she was stuck at home with her assigned co-worker, (Y/N).

She was told that they were a good fit for her standards, but to be honest, they were subpar at best. She had requested an exchange or partners, but she received no response from her superiors, and was stuck with them.

She makes it her mission to always meet a set quota to remind them of just how useless they are to her, how utterly foolish they are to think they could be of any use to her. This way, she could put in a good excuse to avoid such rabble. All it would take was one little outburst and she would be rid of them.

However, unlike those that would take the bait, they refuse to bite. They just take her insults with a stoic look and nod their head at her. It insults her of course, as they were no doubt aware of how disgusting she finds them, and merely takes whatever insult she throws at them to make her miserable.

J wouldn't dare admit it to anyone, not even to herself, but it was working.

It was satisfying to verbally assault- er...remind others of their worth, but (Y/N) doesn't give a reaction at all. It irritates her just how calm they are no matter how much she gets into their face.

Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if this was a sick pleasure for them, to be talked down upon by someone as desirable as herself. She takes pride in her beauty, but only those worthy would ever be allowed to be associated with her in terms of any 'romance'.

(Y/N) was most certainly not one of them.

Given how emotionless they present themselves, there was no doubt they never had a partner, or one that lasted long. It wouldn't surprise her if they were checking her out when she wasn't looking.

Wait.

That gives her an idea...

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"Human!"

At the call of their name, they raise their head from their book and direct their attention to the one calling them - that being J standing in the doorway of their room.

"Is something wrong, ma'am?" They ask monotonously.

'At least they're polite.' J thinks before speaking. "I need a chair to do some paperwork."

They raise a brow. "I thought you were off today?"

"I decide when I'm off!" She barks, setting her polymer fists to her hips and glowering at him.

Like usual, they only blink at her.

J feels her ire rising already. 'Patience, J, you'll be rid of them soon.' She clears her internal breathing apparatus. "While I respect the company's orders, I cannot laze about when there's obviously some taxpapers needing to be done."

(Y/N) glances back at the calendar. Indeed, tax day was getting close now.

Wordlessly, setting aside their book, (Y/N) rises from their bed to provide J her desired seat, only for J to stop them with a hand.

"Uh-uh."

(Y/N) quirks their brow once more. Why demand something of them if she wasn't permitting them to do so?

J smirks a little before sauntering over to the human.

(Y/N) watches as J approaches them, her heels clacking onto the hardwood floor before she spun around, her shapely rear right in front of them. Then, for whatever reason, she plops herself directly onto their lap.

J makes herself comfortable and wiggles around, making the bed creak with the additional weight shifting about. By no means would J ever allow herself to be caught dead doing something like this, especially with a nobody, but this was the most effective method to get what she wants. By making it seem as though she was interested in them, she would prompt them into touching her, which she will then file for sexual assault.

Given that she was property to the company and not made for something so obscene, there was little doubt that the consequences would be severe, especially since she is such a valuable asset. Furthermore, this will show the company that she is better off under more direct supervision at the office as opposed to anywhere else, which will essentially make them forced to keep her around more offen, if not permanently.

All it takes is for (Y/N) to touch her.

Any moment now.

...

Any second now...

...

J shifts in their lap once more, slower this time to get them riled up.

...

Nothing at all?

J chances a glimpse behind her. 'Wh- ARE THEY READING?!'

(Y/N) wasn't paying attention to her at all! Instead, they were looking off to the side where their book was flipped open, their eyes absorbed in the text and occasionally flipping the page to continue their study.

J couldn't believe it. Here she was, sitting on their LAP, no words, no clues as to why other than the likelyhood that she was 'into' them. Most would be all over her by now, yet this human was doing nothing. How is it possible for someone to be so unfazed, so uninterested in a gorgeous woman such as herself that they would rather read a boring old textbook than fucking TOUCH HER.

"Are you serious?!" She hisses.

(Y/N) looks up from their book. "What?"

"'What'? 'WHAT'?!" J stands up and whirls to face them. "How can you just sit there and read when someone as hot as ME is sitting in your lap?!"

"You said you needed to do taxpapers."

"Fuck the taxes! How are you not a flustered mess?! You should be drooling all over me, touching me all over just from me being near you!"

"...Is that what you want?"

"NO!"

"Then why would I do that?"

"YOU-...You really aren't interested?"

"No."

J deflates, her anger evaporating and leaving her with nothing but astonishment at the human before her. Defeated, she drags her stumps to the bed and crawls under the covers, her stinger hanging out of the covers and off the side of the bed.

(Y/N) stares at the big lump for a moment, before getting up to grab another book from the shelf and sitting back down on the bed. They silently offer the book to J, whom takes it with a clumsy hand before pulling it under the covers with her.

"Thank you..."

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Not much of a "plot", but I felt like writing it out anyway.