Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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Charlie had always been a bit of an enigma. A jingle writer by trade, he had a knack for creating catchy tunes that stuck in people's heads long after the commercials ended. Brands like Charlie Waffles and Maple Loops had become household names, thanks to his infectious melodies. But behind the scenes, he was just a guy trying to navigate the complexities of life and work, especially when it came to his only employee, Y/n.
Y/n was a talented co-writer, her creativity complementing Charlie's in ways that made their partnership seamless. They spent countless hours brainstorming jingles, laughing over coffee, and sharing stories about their lives. But lately, Charlie had started to act differently around her. It was subtle at first—a lingering glance, a compliment here and there—but it escalated when he invited her to the club that Saturday night.
"Hey, Y/n, want to hit the club this weekend?" he had asked, his casual tone belying the weight of the invitation.
Y/n hesitated. It felt strange to mix work with personal life, especially with her boss. But there was something in Charlie's eyes that made her say yes. Maybe it was the thrill of stepping outside the boundaries they had established, or perhaps it was the way he had been treating her lately—better, more attentive.
As Saturday approached, Y/n found herself both excited and nervous. She spent the day preparing, choosing a tight red dress that hugged her curves and mid-heels that accentuated her legs. She tied her hair in a high ponytail, applied light makeup, and finished with bold red lipstick. She wanted to look good, but she also felt a twinge of anxiety about what the night might hold.
When Charlie arrived to pick her up, he looked sharp in a fitted shirt and jeans. The drive to the club was filled with laughter and compliments, easing her nerves. But as they pulled up to the venue, Y/n noticed Charlie's familiarity with the place. He chatted with the security guards like an old friend, and she couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a casual outing.
Inside, the atmosphere was electric. The music pulsed through the air, and the lights danced around them. They started with drinks—first a glass, then a bottle—and as the night wore on, the alcohol loosened their inhibitions. Y/n found herself sitting at the bar, the world around her fading into a blur of colors and sounds.
Then Charlie approached her, his presence commanding. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her neck. "That outfit looks fucking beautiful on you," he murmured, his voice low and sultry.
"T-thank you... but you're my boss," she stammered, the reality of their situation crashing down on her.
"Not here," he replied, his tone dripping with something that sent shivers down her spine.
Before she could process his words, Charlie's hands were exploring her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. The heat between them was palpable, and Y/n felt herself succumbing to the moment. "Have you ever had sex in public?" he asked, his eyes dark with desire.
