“Baek Jeong,” you called, your voice carrying a hint of irritation as you stopped in front of him, hands smoothing down the sides of your dress as if you could fix your mood along with the fabric. “I don’t like this dress. It looks terrible on me.”

He barely reacted at first, lounging on the sofa like he owned not just the room, but everything inside it. One arm rested lazily over the backrest as his gaze moved over you in that slow, deliberate way of his, taking his time as if there was nowhere else he needed to be.

You were too focused on him, on the way he looked at you and how little urgency he seemed to have about your complaint, to notice the other presence on the couc, at least not until the feeling settled in.

It wasn’t a sound or a movement, but something subtler. A gaze. Heavy, persistent, and very much aware of you. The kind of attention that tried to stay hidden but failed simply because of how intense it was.

Your head tilted slightly, curiosity replacing irritation as you followed the feeling... and that’s when you saw him.

Green hair catching the light, posture just a little too stiff, like he wasn’t sure how to exist comfortably in the same space as you. The moment your eyes met his, your expression shifted almost instantly, frustration melting into something softer, more playful, the corner of your lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Hey, Allen,” you greeted, lifting your hand in a light wave, your voice dipping just enough to make the greeting feel more personal than it needed to be.

His reaction was immediate and impossible to miss. He swallowed, his throat moving visibly as his eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment before betraying him, flickering downward in a way that was quick but not quick enough to go unnoticed.

“H—hey,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual, rougher too, as if it had caught somewhere on the way out.

Baek noticed the shift in the room long before anything needed to be said about it.

“Babydoll,” he cut in, his tone smooth and grounded, carrying that quiet possessiveness he never really tried to hide. “That dress looks great on you.”

His hands found your waist with ease, pulling you closer without hesitation, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His grip was firm, fingers pressing into your hips in a way that felt both familiar and intentional, like a reminder meant for more than just you.

“Besides,” he continued, his voice lowering as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing near your ear, “don’t worry about it. I’ll take it off later.”

You let out a soft breath in response, leaning into him just enough to match his tone, allowing yourself to be guided as he pulled you down onto his lap.

“I can’t wait,” you murmured, your lips close enough to his that your words felt shared rather than spoken.

His attention shifted to your neck, warm and unhurried, his lips trailing there in a way that was more claiming than affectionate, and your body reacted naturally, your mouth parting slightly as a quiet sigh slipped past your lips.

But your focus didn’t stay on him.

Instead, your gaze drifted intentionally, deliberately, back to Allen. He hadn’t moved.

If anything, he looked worse than before, like he didn’t know where to look anymore but couldn’t bring himself to look away either. His posture was tense, his hands loosely clenched in his lap, and there was something unmistakable in his expression, something caught between nervousness and something far more dangerous.

You bit your lip lightly as you held his gaze, letting the moment stretch just enough before you lifted your hand and blew him a kiss. The effect was immediate.

His composure faltered, just slightly, but enough for you to see it clearly. His shoulders tensed, his breath hitching in a way he probably hadn’t meant for anyone to notice, and for a second he looked completely unsure of what to do with himself.

“Don’t you think the dress looks good on me, Allen?” you asked, your tone light, almost curious, though your eyes carried something much more deliberate.

Baek didn’t interrupt. If anything, the faint curve of his lips suggested he was aware of exactly what you were doing and had no interest in stopping you.

Allen, on the other hand, seemed caught somewhere between answering and not daring to. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to speak, but nothing came out, his thoughts clearly running faster than he could keep up with.

You let your expression shift into a small pout.

“What? You don’t like it?” you pressed, tilting your head as if genuinely disappointed. “Maybe you need to look more closely.”

Before either of them could respond, you moved.

Sliding off Baek’s lap with unhurried confidence, you closed the distance between you and Allen, each step measured, intentional. When you reached him, you didn’t hesitate. You climbed onto his lap as if it were the most natural decision in the world, positioning yourself comfortably with one leg on either side of him.

Up close, he was even more affected. You could feel it, the tension in his body, the way his breath changed, the subtle tremor he couldn’t quite control.

Your arms settled loosely around his neck, your body close enough that there was no space left for doubt.

“You shouldn’t…” he began quietly, his voice strained, uncertain, his hands hovering awkwardly as if he didn’t know where they were allowed to be.

You leaned in just slightly, your presence steady, overwhelming in the quietest way.

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him softly, your tone calm but carrying a quiet authority. “He asked you what you think of the dress…”

There was a faint edge of complaint in your voice now, like he was the one making things difficult.

“Feel it,” you continued, reaching for his hands and guiding them to your hips yourself. “Then tell me.”

The moment your hands left his, he froze, the contact clearly doing more to him than he knew how to process. His fingers rested there uncertainly at first, as if he expected to be stopped at any second.

“Don’t make me ask you again, baby.”

The word lingered between you, heavier than it should have been.

“It… it looks beautiful on you,” he managed finally, his voice uneven, his eyes struggling to stay focused before settling on yours again. “I love it.”

Baek remained where he was, seemingly occupied with his phone, though the lack of interruption felt more intentional than distracted.

A slow smile spread across your lips.

“I have a lot of things that look better on me than this dress,” you said, your voice lowering slightly as your gaze locked onto his, the air between you tightening in a way that felt impossible to ignore. “Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you?”

You leaned in just enough for your lips to hover dangerously close to his.

“I might need help with the zipper…”

For a brief moment, it felt like the world narrowed down to that single point of contact, like he might actually give in and close the distance.

Then Baek stood.

The movement was sudden enough to break the moment instantly, the shift in energy immediate.

Allen reacted before he could stop himself, flinching slightly, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t, even though he hadn’t actually done anything at all.

“Enough,” Baek said, his voice firm, cutting cleanly through whatever had been building. “You can blow him later. Right now, I need him on the computer.”

The tension didn’t disappear, but it shifted, settling into something quieter, something unfinished.

You leaned back slowly, taking your time as you pulled away from Allen, your fingers brushing lightly along his jaw in a touch that lingered just a second longer than necessary.

“What a spoilsport,” you whispered, just for him.

And the way he looked at you after that still dazed, still caught somewhere between hesitation and something much deeper, made it clear that whatever had started between you wasn’t going to end there.

-

Hours had slipped by almost unnoticed, the quiet hum of machines filling the apartment in a way that made time feel slower than it really was. Allen hadn’t moved much from his spot in front of the computer, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the screen as lines of code reflected faintly against his glasses. What should have been routine, something almost second nature to him, had turned into something frustratingly resistant, like every attempt he made only led to another wall.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers still moving quickly across the keyboard, though there was a stiffness to them now that hadn’t been there before.

“Wow.”

Your voice cut through the room so suddenly that he nearly jumped, his head snapping toward the doorway with wide eyes before he even processed who it was. When he saw you leaning casually against the frame, a small smile playing on your lips, the tension in his body didn’t ease, it just shifted into something else entirely.

“Those are fast fingers you have,” you continued, your tone light, teasing in a way that immediately made his focus slip. As you pushed yourself off the doorframe and stepped inside, your heels clicked softly against the floor, slower now, more deliberate than before.

Your gaze drifted around the room, taking in the mess without judgment, the cables, the monitors, the scattered controllers, the empty cans that had been forgotten hours ago.

“You’re such a nerd,” you added with a quiet chuckle, though there was no real bite to it.

Allen swallowed, turning slightly back toward the screen like he could anchor himself there, even as he felt your presence getting closer. The cursor blinked expectantly, but his thoughts weren’t keeping up anymore.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice softer now as you leaned in just enough to glance at the screen, though it was clear your interest wasn’t really in the code.

Before he could answer, before he could even think of a way to respond properly, you moved again.

And this time, you didn’t stop beside him.

You sat on his lap.

The reaction was instant.

His entire body went rigid beneath you, eyes widening as if his brain had simply refused to process what had just happened. The chair shifted slightly with the added weight, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare react too quickly in case he did something wrong.

Not that he wanted you to move.

Not even a little.

His hands stayed exactly where they were, gripping the armrests like they were the only safe place left for them, his breath catching before settling into something faster, uneven.

“I—um…” He struggled to find his voice, his thoughts stumbling over each other. “I’m trying to create a virus so I can break into the police database…”

The words came out rushed, slightly shaky, like he was forcing himself to focus on something (anything) that wasn’t the fact that you were sitting on him.

You shifted slightly, turning sideways in his lap as if getting comfortable, one arm draping over his shoulders with an ease that only made everything worse for him. The closeness was overwhelming in the quietest way, your presence impossible to ignore as you leaned just a little closr.

“And why are you having so much trouble?” you asked, your tone curious, but still threaded with that same teasing warmth. “You’ve done this thousands of times.”

It was a fair question.

Allen was good, incredibly talented at what he did. This kind of task should have been done hours ago.

“Something changed,” he admitted after a second, forcing himself to look back at the screen, though his focus kept slipping. “Maybe they realized someone was getting in and tightened security… I don’t know. It’s just—” He exhaled, frustrated. “It’s taking longer than it should.”

The tension in his voice was real, but it didn’t quite hide the nerves underneath.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you murmured softly, your hand lifting to his face, your touch light but deliberate as your fingers brushed along his cheek.

The contact made him pause completely.

“Maybe you just need to relax a little.”

Before he could react, you took his hands, gently but firmly guiding them away from the armrests, placing them against your hips instead. The movement was slow, intentional, giving him just enough time to realize what was happening without giving him the chance to stop it.

His breath caught sharply.

For a moment, he didn’t move at all, like his body had forgotten how to function under your touch. Then his fingers flexed slightly, hesitant, uncertain, but not pulling away.

His eyes flickered, unsure where to settle, his tongue brushing absently against his piercing in a nervous habit he didn’t seem to notice himself.

“I—I can’t,” he said quietly, his voice lower now, strained in a different way. “I have to finish this before Baek gets back or—”

You didn’t let him finish.

“Then keep working,” you whispered, leaning closer, your voice brushing near his mouth, close enough to make the space between you feel almost nonexistent. “I’ll help you relax.”

The words lingered there, soft but loaded, settling into him in a way that made it even harder to think clearly.

“You shouldn’t…” he tried again, though there was less conviction in it this time, more uncertainty than refusal.

You smiled faintly, your gaze steady on his.

“We shouldn’t be doing a lot of things, Allen,” you murmured, your tone quieter now, almost thoughtful, but there was something underneath it, something that made it impossible to mistake your meaning. “But right now going down on my knees and suck your dick feels perfect.”

The green-haired man's heart finally stopped completely; it all seemed like a joke orchestrated to make him look ridiculous. How could a woman of your caliber be coming on to him like that? What did you see in him?

"I can't keep pretending I don't get wet every time I see you, Allen, that I don't imagine those quick fingers inside me, and how much it turns me on that you're such a freak and a loser." He should feel offended, she knew it, but how could he? He was analyzing her lips, no longer trying to hide it. His eyes were roaming over your body on top of him, something igniting within him, and all his fear disappearing completely, forgotten. This time, unconsciously, his hands squeezed your legs, making you smile slightly. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

"You can fuck me right here if you want," you replied, looking him straight in the eyes. You couldn't hold back any longer and lunged at his lips, intertwining them in perfect sync. It was a wet, noisy, sensual, and intense kiss. You were devouring each other. Allen didn't have much experience, and while you noticed it, somehow that only fueled your desire. Your hands circled his neck and your hips began to rub slowly against him. You both broke apart, breathless. "Can I please suck your cock? Please, baby," you begged breathlessly, continuing to rub against him, growing more and more desperate. He, speechless, simply nodded rapidly, breathless, too weak to speak aloud. All of this intensified as he watched you slowly lower yourself from him and kneel under the desk between his legs, your gaze locked on his eyes. A small, mischievous smile spread across your lips, and you bit your lip as if you wanted to provoke him even more.

"Get back to work, Allen," you say, "and enjoy it." Your hands lightly trace his pants, reaching the button and undoing it without a second thought. Allen had returned to his computer, but he seemed to be typing automatically; he couldn't connect two neurons while you were kneeling before him, begging him to touch him.

But everything went to hell when he felt it: your juicy lips kissing the tip, your tongue tracing its length, and your hands helping you find those places your mouth couldn't reach.

-

P2? I haven’t written actual smt in a long time....want me to try?

The second he walked through the door, he gave you a quick, distracted peck on the cheek.

"Hey, babe. I’m gonna take a shower real quick, okay?" he said and, without waiting for an answer, he disappeared into the bathroom.

You stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeling a bit confused. You’d been craving him all day and had even sent him a few suggestive texts to set the mood. Alan had definitely matched your energy earlier, but now he was acting like he wasnt in the mood at all.

You flopped onto the couch to wait, listening to the shower run and, minutes later, cut off. You peeked over the back of the sofa just as Alan emerged with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He made a beeline for the bedroom and came out shortly after in clean clothes.

"Alan..." you called out. He just gave you a distracted "mm-hmm."

He grabbed a slice of pizza and demolished it in seconds, you’d never seen him eat so fast. You watched him with a slight pout, unable to believe he was actually icing you out like this. Then his phone buzzed and as soon as he saw the name on the screen, he picked up.

"Yeah?" he said. The man on the other end said something that made Alan close his eyes in clear annoyance. "Fine. Send me the new list and I’ll update the site from home."

From the couch, you watched him hang up, let out a heavy sigh and rub a hand over his face. He looked visibly frustrated and honestly… it only made him more attractive to you.

"Babe, I’ve gotta jump on the computer for work, okay?" he said, leaning over to steal another quick kiss. You were about to complain, but he pulled away before you could get a word in.

Not even five minutes later, you got up and walked to the room where he had his setup. The sound of rapid typing mixed with the muffled music from his headphones. You walked up behind his chair and tapped his arm. Alan spared you a glance before looking right back at the screen.

"What’s up?" he asked, his fingers never leaving the keyboard.

"I want you, babe" was all you said. He paused for a fraction of a second but kept working.

"Okay, just hold on, yeah? I’m fixing some urgent stuff..." he replied, eyes glued to the monitor.

"But I’ve been waiting for you all day" you said casually. He sighed.

"Then you can wait a few more minutes" he countered. "I need to get this site finished as fast as possible."

Pouting, you stepped in front of him and sat down right in his lap. Alan didn't seem to mind, he just reached around you to keep typing and resting his chin on your shoulder to see the screen better. You could feel your cunt throbbing with need as you pressed yourself against his thigh, seeking a bit of friction.

"Babe, please?" you whined. He sighed again and slid his headphones down around his neck.

"Just wait. I’m almost done, okay? Then we can fuck as long as you want" he said, a hint of sternness in his expression.

"Alan!! I can't wait anymore! I've been like this all day" you complained.

"I'm serious, just wait" he repeated, sliding his headphones back on and tuning back into his music.

Fine. You decided to take matters into your own hands.

Your fingers toyed with the waistband of his pants before quickly shucking them off. His eyes went wide, but he didn't say anything at first, trying to push through. You went straight for his boxers, paused for a heartbeat and then slid them down without hesitation. Alan let out a low growl, shooting you a warning look.

You ignored him, stripped off your own clothes and sat back down on top of him. You stroked his dick until he was rock hard, his moans starting to sync up with the constant clicks of the keys. Once he was fully ready, you positioned yourself over his tip and rubbing yourself against him. Alan threw his head back for a moment, his breathing turning ragged.

Suddenly, another call came through on his phone.

"Babe..."

"Yeah?" you asked.

"My boss is calling."

"So answer it" you replied, sounding casual and innocent.

Your boyfriend tried his best to ignore what you were doing and answered the call, but the moment he felt you sink down onto his dick, he couldn't help but let out a sharp and choked moan.

"Alan? You okay?" Baek-jeong’s voice came through the line.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine..." he managed, glancing at you for a split second before forcing his attention back to the screen.

"Good. I sent you another list with the odds that need to be live on the site" the other man said.

You squeezed your walls around him and let out a soft giggle as you watched his jaw clench in annoyance. You started to move on him and he let out another soft moan that he disguised as an affirmative grunt to whatever his boss was saying.

Your hands were on his shoulders, your mouth open but silent. Having him inside you was all you wanted, at least for now. Alan didn't seem to mind at all anymore, especially not with the way you felt around him. He bit his lip hard as he managed to keep talking to his boss.

A moment later, they finally hung up.

"Fuck, I have even more work now" he muttered, tossing his phone onto the desk with a sigh.

Instead of getting pissed off like he usually did when work interrupted his downtime, he just watched you riding him. He looked down at your hips, gripping them firmly to guide your rhythm.

"God, yes..." he whispered.

He kept his eyes on the point where your bodies met before locking eyes with you, savoring every second of the sensation. He urged you to move a little faster.

"Mmm... fuck, just like that, baby" he groaned.

The code on the screen had long since been forgotten. He didn't care about the illegal tournament anymore, the only thing on his mind was your warm body moving over his. You reached up and pulled the headphones off his head, leaving them around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. He kissed you back hungrily, moaning into your mouth.

He leaned back, breathless, as he felt his climax approaching. He bucked his hips upward to bury himself even deeper inside you and soft whimpers began to spill from your lips.

"I-Im gonna come, baby... I am coming inside, okay?" he gasped and you nodded frantically.

He let out a deep and guttural grunt as he finally came inside you. Feeling him pump his heat into you sent you right over the edge too… you gasped, sighing against him as your own orgasm hit.

Once his heart rate slowed, he caught sight of the code still sitting on the screen and remembered his job.

"Ah, shit" he said quickly, pulling his headphones off. "Stay like that for a moment, okay?"

- It's clear to him from the first time you meet, you're not like the rest of the men around you. You don't only view him as a tool to fix certain problems, you see that he's a person, you smile at him, and ask if he's okay. You might be the first person in his life that's ever done that, and actually cared about the answer he gave. Unfortunately you render him so fucking speechless he can hardly give you more than a nod and a grunt when you throw him a warm grin and little wave across the penthouse every time you enter. 

- He knows he needs to be here for the money, his own debts spiralling when he was still too young to do anything about it, but that doesn't stop him for thinking about throwing it all away everytime Baek Jeong says something cruel to you. He has to force himself to stay in his seat, hands curling into fists with the anger coursing through him that someone could possibly treat you that way. He knows he'd barely survive a minute of fighting his boss if he tried to stand up for you, so he takes a breath, and reassures himself that staying nearby and looking out for you is the best thing he can do right now. He can't help but fantasise about knocking the vindictive fighter to the ground when he shouts at you though, and how you'd run into his arms to thank him, the two of you getting the hell out of there and finding a better life together. 

- You can tell from the moment you meet Allen, there's a lot more going on in his heart than any of the vicious men around you realise. He might not say much to you, but behind those captivating eyes there's a million thoughts turning over in his mind, and you can see that depth in him instantly. It's not the just the way he offers you a shy smile every time you come to offer your boss an update, or how his gaze follows you whenever you visit, monitoring your safety without a second thought, but how you can see him tense up when your boss loses his temper, like he wants to step up for you, to be a hero in the most unlikely of places. 

- Years of spending all of his time alone on his laptop mean Allen doesn't necessarily have the social skills he needs to tell you that he can feel something he can't explain when he looks at you. But you know the hopeful glimmer in his eye all too well, and one night when your boss is out watching some boxing match on the hunt for fresh meat, it leaves the two of you alone in his penthouse for the first time. Allen feels inexplicably tense at the thought of an evening alone with you, unsure how to act and worried about messing everything up before he ever really gets to speak to you, nerves balanced with excitement about finally getting some time to observe you without the pressures of work hanging over you both. 

- He stays fixed at his desk for a lot of the evening, anchoring himself there when anxiety threatens to take over, fingers typing away at some absent-minded file he can't really remember why he started. From his desk he also has a perfect view of you moving around the living room and kitchen, looking more at ease than he's ever seen you. You're beautiful like this, swaying slightly to the music on your headphones as you move through the kitchen, his lingering stares turning longer and longer until finally you glance up at him and find him waving for your attention. 

"Are you okay Allen?" You slide your headphones around your neck as you smile his way, stealing the breath from his lungs and watching him fight to speak. 

"You can play your music out loud, if- you want. It - won't bother me." He chooses the words carefully, trying not to give away how much he wants to know what you're listening to, any insight into more of who you are. He's relieved when you smile and nod, switching your music to a speaker, and starting to make little bits of conversation with him now that your headphones were off. 

- It feels so bizarrely normal to be with you like this. His nerves melt away with every passing minute, and by the time you ask if he's hungry and he moves away from desk to eat with you, it feels like he's found where he's meant to be. His heart is still hammering in his chest as he takes a seat next to you, your knee bumping against his occasionally as you share a meal and ask what he's been working on, how he got into hacking, what music he types to. He wants to tell you everything, to let you see that there's so much more to him than just the criminal element he's stuck in, and by the time your boss texts you to say he's on his way home Allen feels like the night has proven everything he already hoped to be true. You two make a good pair. You and him could be happy together. He just needed more time with you. You're halfway out the door by the time he processes it all, but you don't leave before you thank him for being such good company with a gentle kiss against his cheek that has him short-circuiting. The second you're gone he finds himself staring in the mirror at the slightly glossy impression on his face, wondering when he might get even closer to your lips. 

- The next time the two of you are alone, he's far less relaxed. His work is taking way too long and Baek Jeong is breathing down his neck and starting to hurl threats of replacing him around, which only make poor Allen struggle to focus even more. He can feel his anxiety taking over, and his typing starts to stutter, until your voice cuts through all the noise and your bright smiling face appears at the door. You tell Baek Jeong that someone is looking for him, giving Allen some much needed space as his boss slams the door behind you, leaving the desperate hacker to stare up at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you have ever seen. 

"I can't do it." He mumbles out, heartbroken to be admitting his weaknesses to you, waiting for you to leave him the way everyone else does when he lets them down and stops being useful. Instead you move closer, slowly, setting down a fresh bottle of water on his desk and spinning his chair away from his screens until he can see only you. You take his hands in yours, pulling him to his feet for the first time in hours, his body aching as he steps closer to your magnetic light. You lean forward, resting your arms on his shoulders and holding him tightly against you, waiting for him to melt against you. Allen can't remember the last time someone touched him like this. You're so gentle, but not like you're avoiding touching him, just handling him with care. His body freezes in response, before finally his brain catches up, arms snapping around your back, clutching you so firmly you wonder if he'll ever let go. His face buries itself against your neck, the smell of your shampoo washing over him and forcing all his thoughts out of his head at once. For a moment that hug is all that exists, or ever has existed to Allen, until you whisper so softly he wouldn't have been able to hear if he hadn't been so intimately close to you, 

"You've got this. And I know you'll be okay no matter what happens. I've got your back."

All the times Allen has pictured stealing you away from this life, he never considered you might want the exact same thing for him. That you wanted to stop your abusive boss turning on him, just as much as Allen wanted to rip off his hands any time he touched you. That you two could look after each other. He slowly withdrew his face from your shoulder, seeking your gaze with such intensity that it made a chill run down your spine. He looked like a man obsessed, in love, awestruck.  For you. 

"Can I kiss you?" The words slipped out before he could hold them back any longer, his own courage surprising him, the threat of Baek Jeong returning any second spurring him to action. You didn't bother responding, the tremble of his hands against your waist giving away just how badly Allen wanted this. Instead, you leaned in, soft lips meeting his in a sweet first kiss that promised to bring so many more. The cold steel of his lip ring felt addictive against your lips, fighting the impulse to pull his bottom lip between yours when you leaned in to kiss him again. He was hesitant as he kissed you back, like a man who feared doing anything wrong, anything that might stop this perfect moment in his tracks. 

- You stepped back way before Allen was ready for this moment to end, saying nothing but nodding towards the door as you gently guided him back to his seat and crossed the room in just a few long strides. You opened the door just as your boss reappeared, bowing as you slipped past him and leaving Allen to work twice as hard, new found motivation sending his mind into overdrive. 

- From that night you and Allen were an unspoken item. Neither of you wanted your closeness to become apparent to the company you keep, but you found every opportunity to spend time alone together. If Allen is working, he makes an effort to leave a chair beside his for you to settle into when you can. He takes lots of 'screen breaks' to stare at you instead, capturing your lips again and again and finding whatever reason he can let his hands drift down to capture yours. He'll even show you some of how he does his work, patting his thighs and beaming when you slide into his lap. He'll rest his head on your shoulder from behind you, telling you what to type so his hands can rest against your skin and hold you tighter, focused far more on being this close to you than anything happening on a screen. 

- Whenever you're out running errands, he'll be messaging you his thoughts non-stop. He always tracks your phone, not out of control, but genuine fear for your safety given the way he lives. It means sometimes you'll just be walking to pick something up, and he'll call you to tell you a new boba place has opened down the block that you might like, trying to find uses for his intense online activity. Loves following your movement on security cameras he hacks, just smiling at his screen because you look so beautiful and carefree out in the world, and it makes him so happy. Also he absolutely has you saved as something sweet in his phone like 'beautiful' or 'my heart'. He sets up an encrypted chat for the two of you so you can send him selfies that no one will ever be able to find, except for Allen who makes them his laptop background whenever he's alone. 

- He would force himself outside of his comfort zone to be your boyfriend. He'd take you to new places even though he finds it all a little bit overwhelming, clutching your hand to ground him as you stroll through busy streets with him. He needs to be touching you at all times when you're in the same room, your fingers threaded through his reminding him that you're real and that he gets to be yours. 

- Absolute king of little gifts. If you mention absolutely anything you like - a drink, a sweater you saw someone wearing, some new plushie that just came out, this man can and will find it. It's on your doorstep 3-5 days later, the note just the letter 'A'. He's not great with words, he still isn't sure he can ever express what you mean to him, but this is something he can do to show you that he hears you, and he appreciates you. Allen gets very overwhelmed any time you do something nice for him, but anything you do to take care of him is definitely the most heartwarming to him. He thinks you bringing him water when he's working because you're worried he's dehydrated is that absolute height of romance, never having anyone care so sincerely about him before. It makes him want to do more for you, the cascading daydreams of finding a way for you to escape this life and find a corner of the world where you two can just be together only becoming more intense now that he feels so close to that possibility. This man will do anything he needs to to keep you safe, to make you happy, and to show you that you are loved beyond any measure. 

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- A touch starved man who has spent a lot of life feeling very lonely, suddenly having someone like you who wants to rest their hands against him would have Allen crumbling at your feet. It takes a lot of practice for him not to panic and freeze when you approach him, sitting so close to him that he can feel the warmth of your thighs pressed against his, his throat growing dry at the intoxicating proximity. His eyes grow wide when you lean in to land a soft kiss against his cheek, just like you did that first night he started to think this might be more than a farfetched dream. Then his intense gaze flutters shut when you let your lips drift down to his neck, fingers combing through his green hair as you decorate his throat with kisses, and he's all but coming apart in his seat because it feels so good to be the centre of your attention like this, better than the all times he'd imagined it on the cold nights in his bed alone. 

- He loves being able to touch you as his confidence around you builds, moving from trembling just holding your hand in his, to using all his strength to drag you into his lap when he's working. He sees how happy it makes you to see him getting more comfortable with you, a small insecure voice in his head still telling him this is all too good to be true and he's going to scare you off some day. But that voice is quickly quietened when he leans in to steal a kiss, one always turning into so much more, desperation clear in his every action. He loves when you play his lip ring when you kiss him, feeling you smile against his lips and dive in for more. He'd happily make out with you for hours, ignoring the aching between his legs and just enjoying how good it feels like finally being able to kiss you after weeks of hoping. 

- You would have to be the one to make the first move when you want to do more than kiss sweet Allen. The first time you guide his hand higher up your thigh than before, he'd suddenly become that anxious nerd again, so surprised you want to do any of this with him. The way he stares at you like he can't believe that you're blessing him with this luxury is so endearing you have to hold back a laugh at his expense, just nodding your head and encouraging him to touch you at his own pace. 

- You have to show him what to do a little bit when it comes to being in bed with you, but Allen takes it very seriously, relishing in every little reaction he can draw from you. His fingers are so fast and dextrous from years of hacking that they feel incredible brushing over you, every line he traces along your inner thigh and over your sensitive core sending soft sighs out into the apartment he's basically moved into now. He appreciates every chance he has to be this close to your body, making sure to kiss and worship every single inch of you. He has an incredible attention span, and gets so fixated on making you feel good that he forgets all about his own pleasure until you have to physically drag his face from between your thighs and distract him with a messy kiss. 

- When it's your turn to repay the favour and focus on making Allen feel good, he's falling to pieces immediately. The first time you think he needs his mind taking off work for a moment, pleading with him to let you take care of him even though he's putting up no resistance, and then sinking to your knees, his mind is the quietest it's ever been. His eyes are wide and frantic as you slide his jeans down his legs enough to lick a long stripe over his already leaking length, his whole body spasming in response to the first sweet touch. His nails are digging into the arm rests of his chair to try and maintain some composure as he feels your lips wrap around him and he swears his heart might stop completely with how incredible it feels. You let one hand rest against his thigh as your lips work around him, feeling his muscles tense up every time you bob your head and take him deeper. Your free hand finds one of his, his lovestruck gaze so intense as you guide it to caress against the side of your face, thumb tracing the outline of your hair like he can't quite believe someone so beautiful would treat him like this. It's all too soon that you can see his hips fighting to buck up against you, his face contorting in panicked bliss before he can do anything to warn you, but as you swallow down his cum and leave a sloppy kiss against his leg for good measure, he's sure he's died and gone to heaven, and somehow been given their prettiest angel. 

- In bed, Allen's far more on the submissive side, nerves and inexperience making him so desperate to please you he'd do just about anything you asked. He loves any position when he can closely watch your face, confidence blossoming when he sees how good he can make you feel, and how intense you find having his striking gaze fixed on you as he sends you crashing over the edge. It's hard for him to hold off his release for too long when you feel so perfect against him, but he's always ready to go again soon, making up for all the time he spent being too shy to talk to you. 

- He used to find himself thinking of you when he was on his own before he got to be your boyfriend, touching himself to the idea of you doing something as simple as smiling at him or saying his name. Now that he knows how heavenly it feels to be with you, he's even more insatiable, calling you to hear your voice any time you can't sleep over and slowly wrapping his hand around his length as he hears you talk about your day. He's sure you know why he's calling, but you never call him out on it, instead letting your beautiful voice coax out his release as you call him sweet pet names and tell him you miss his touch. The next time he sees you he'll be dragging you onto his lap, and grinding his hips against you as you straddle his thighs, frantic movements and messy kisses bringing him past the point of ecstasy before you even manage to unbuckle his belt. You just have that much of an effect on him. 

- Slowly Allen stops sleeping anywhere but in your arms, finding it harder and harder to drift off when he can't see your face and hear your soft breathing against his chest. His body clock may be fucked from all his late nights spent at a computer, but something about having you so close, so relaxed and peacful, trusting him to watch over you - well it helps him drift off to the sweet fantasies of the life the two of you can build once Baek Jeong has been taken down. 

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SFW

Gets you things all the time

Sometimes teaches you how he hacks into other laptops

Always spends time with you, even if he has to work, he just asks you to come along

He's honestly pretty possessive, you belong to him, and him only, but he does the same, he doesn't even look in the direction of any other woman

Everyone knows that your his

Even his boss isn't bothered by you anymore

Has a camera outside your house and knows whenever you're home or not

Always orders takeout

Has you as his lockscreen

When he's doing his work, you're usually nestled on his lap

Loves to be on a call with you if you're not with him, even when you're doing nothing, he just feels like you're there and that's enough

A beige flag, lowk red flag though

You guys make fun of his boss behind his back and laugh your asses off

When he gets scolded you make fun of him

There is definitely a significant height diff between you because apparently he's 6'2 ft aka 188 cm like GAH DAYUM (idk im 165 so hes 23 cm taller than me ㅠㅠ)

NSFW

He's fucking obsessed with you

If you don't behave he'll absolutely fuck your brains out until you can't walk for a WEEK

He's ABSOLUTELY into temperature play, he will melt ice in his mouth and blow on your pussy

He lets you suck his piercings, he even finds it hot

REALLY into handcuffs. He will handcuff you to the bed and absolutely fuck your brains out.

He has 0 shame.

He doesn't care if someone walks in on you guys, even if it is his boss, he will just continue whatever he was doing.

When he's on a meeting with someone, or talking with someone, and you secretly give him a blowjob, it absolutely drives him CRAZY.

He's a munch

He often films your sessions, or makes voice recordings

He pushes his fingers in when he's eating you out

If he hasn't seen you in a long time, he doesn't even bother hugging you once you meet, he immediately drags you to the bedroom.

Definitely the needy one in the relationship

Sometimes chokes you

Leaves a hell ton of hickeys to "mark you as his"

Leaves the hickeys at places you cant hide (like your neck, right under your ears, under your chin,..)

SWEARS that you taste like heaven, you could be his only meal and he wouldn't mind

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