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Rufus Shinra Headcanons pt 1
--------------Dating them Includes------------------
-Long distance relationship Rufus is a business guy especially working with his father. Because if that you both mostly communicate though phone or on computer on facetime
-secret relationship It's not a big secret but it saves both of you the public attention as dating him is like dating a prince. He may not be as well known as sephiroth but even he has his own group of crazy people.
-Protection Being his love has its ups and downs but it guarantees your safety agent anything from the revenants to the plate falling
-Minimalists dates (Now he's a rich white boy but i honest don't see him being materialist.) He'll most likely have home dinner dates or go to a restaurant you like heck if you want fast food he'll get it. Although you're dates are simplistic he'll go out of his way to make it memorable.
----How do they get your attention----------
he would take a seat and just stare at you until you ask what’s wrong or what do you need or ,if yall are not busy, he would take you somewhere. I don’t see him doing this often but at the same time he would.
----What happens when there jealous---------------
-like Angeal, his jealousy is more like annoyance
- most likely to stay silent and is more focus on getting out of that situation
- he’ll ignored the person bothering you and literally get in between you two and lure you away from them
- if the person still trying to get to you they'll be meeting the barrel of his gun.end if story
--How would they react when there S/o says "I love you"---
-He smiles -a genuine smile -low key probably doesn't hear it often from his dad -so hearing it from his S/o definitely would brighten his day -I wouldn't say he hasn't heard I love you before but it just feels different coming from his S/o
Rufus Shinra Headcanons pt 1
--------------Dating them Includes------------------
-Long distance relationship Rufus is a business guy especially working with his father. Because if that you both mostly communicate though phone or on computer on facetime
-secret relationship It's not a big secret but it saves both of you the public attention as dating him is like dating a prince. He may not be as well known as sephiroth but even he has his own group of crazy people.
-Protection Being his love has its ups and downs but it guarantees your safety agent anything from the revenants to the plate falling
-Minimalists dates (Now he's a rich white boy but i honest don't see him being materialist.) He'll most likely have home dinner dates or go to a restaurant you like heck if you want fast food he'll get it. Although you're dates are simplistic he'll go out of his way to make it memorable.
----How do they get your attention----------
he would take a seat and just stare at you until you ask what’s wrong or what do you need or ,if yall are not busy, he would take you somewhere. I don’t see him doing this often but at the same time he would.
----What happens when there jealous---------------
-like Angeal, his jealousy is more like annoyance
- most likely to stay silent and is more focus on getting out of that situation
- he’ll ignored the person bothering you and literally get in between you two and lure you away from them
- if the person still trying to get to you they'll be meeting the barrel of his gun.end if story
--How would they react when there S/o says "I love you"---
-He smiles -a genuine smile -low key probably doesn't hear it often from his dad -so hearing it from his S/o definitely would brighten his day -I wouldn't say he hasn't heard I love you before but it just feels different coming from his S/o
Discipline
Ok guys so hear me out. Ardyn is our trash Jesus yes. But. Have you heard of Rufus Shinra? He is ridiculously hot. And we have to honor that. And that is what I intend to do.
With this... filth. Pure filth.
You've been warned. All chapters: Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3
Lesson 1
The door clicks shut behind you, then, another click. Locked?
You gaze around the room, the leather and mahogany, the marble pillars, the big windows giving a view of the upper plates of Midgar. The city below is almost balck, and in front of you, Rufus Shinra in a white suit, sitting on the corner of his desk, the top two buttons of his shirt casually opened, looking at you with a hint of amusement.
"Please, make yourself comfortable."
You have no idea why you're here. All you know is you were sent for, called in from the crowd by your boss, in the middle of those oh so boring but absolutely compulsory company parties Shinra loves to throw.
"Would you like a drink? Or have you had enough?" "Yes please," you clear your throat. "And may I also ask, what gives me the honor?"
Rufus turns to look over his shoulder as he picks up a crystal decanter, the liquid reflecting from the window as he pours.
"Oh, I thought I would give you the honor of offering to fulfill your wish." "My wish?" You try to think back on what you've wished for. A raise? A holiday? "Yes. If it's still a thing you wish for, or course." You chuckle. "I'm not quite sure..." "Let's see... To be bent over the desk of the vice president and be fucked, hard, I believe it was?"
Your heart drops to your stomach and you swallow, loud, nearly chocking. How did he hear that?! Did you write it in an email? No, you're certain you only whispered it. When you first saw him. You said he was tall and unfairly handsome and... but did you say that? Yeah, you did. Whispered it very quietly to your colleague at the event where you say the VP's speech for the first time. You think you were quiet. There's no way anyone could have heard it. You were tipsy, but not that tipsy...
"The walls have ears," he smiles, passing you a glass. You take it, silently cussing under your breath. "I'm so sorry, it was completely inappropriate." "Oh?" He sips his drink. "So you've changed your mind?"
You laugh, dropping your gaze. Suddenly it's way too hard to look at him. You don't quite know what to do with your drink, either, so you half sip it, then just play with the glass, swirling the liquid around.
"I'm... I..." "That's fine. You're free to go then." He gestures at the door.
Embarrassed, you nod, placing the glass next to him on the desk and whispering an apology, still avoiding his gaze. You make your way to the door, legs shaking from sheer shock.
"It's a shame," you hear him remark, still sitting on the desk behind you.
With your hand already on the door handle, you pause for a moment. You turn to look at him, now in turn twirling the liquid in his glass. He looks nonchalant, almost bored.
"Sir, are you playing with me?" "I don't know. Are we playing? I thought you said no."
You gasp, unwittingly. Could he be serious?
"Well what if... I said... yes?"
He takes a sip of his drink, putting it on the table and looks at you. A moment passes in silence, except for the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Your heart is pounding. Your mouth is dry. His eyes remain on you.
"Come here." His voice is soft, and the words make your spine tingle. You let go of the door handle, and like a puppy who's been scorned, return to him gingerly.
You pause a few feet away from him, and as he pats the space on the desk next to him, you move closer and sit on the edge. He turns to look at you and gently places his hand on top of yours. You peek at him from under your brow, unable to hide your smile. This is cute, you think, not quite what I expected. Taking your hand in his, he lifts it up to his lips. Gently, very softly he brushes the back of your hand against his lips, giving you little shivers.
Then, standing up, he moves to face you in front of the desk, his fingers now brushing your hair behind your ear. You stare at the open buttons on his shirt, his neck, his chin. He lifts your chin with his other hand and you close your eyes as his face comes close, so close you can feel his warm breath. He places his thumb on your chin, pulling your lower lip and you part your lips expecting to feel his touch yours at any moment.
He chuckles, pleased, as you feel his breath move away and down to the side of your neck. He takes in a deep breath.
"Your hair smells beautiful," he whispers just below your ear, and you breathe him in, in return, the smell of perfume and alcohol intoxicating you. You feel his knee pushing its way between your legs, and you allow it, slightly parting your legs and leaning back more on your arms. Suddenly his hand is massaging the underside of your breast, his hot breath tickling your neck, and then, a warm wetness as his tongue glides along your main artery, earning a little gasp from you.
Your chest moves up and down slower, and you feel fingers gliding up the inside of your leg, pausing just short of your underwear. Then, slowly, gently, they move on top of your panties, just barely touching, so softly, feeling the outside of your labia through the fabric. You know he can feel your arousal, you've been exposed. He laughs, his chuckle tickling your skin, and stands up straighter, moving his other hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair a bit too firmly.
"So you do want it." "Yes."
He holds your head, his blue eyes staring straight at you from behind strands of blonde hair. His hand is commanding, holding your hair in a tight grip, while below, his fingertips tease you ever so softly, frustratingly so, making you ache.
"Say it." "Please." "No. Say what you want." You pause for a moment, gathering your courage. "Say it." His fingers glide over the wet fabric of your panties, pressing harder, but only for a moment as he takes the pleasure away again, and you moan. "Fuck me." "What's that?" "Please fuck me. Please."
Hearing you say it makes him smile. "You're bold. I like that." He looks you up and down, reveling in your request.
"But why should I give you what you want." His voice is low, and for a moment, you realize you're scared.
You don't have the time to process it though, as he grabs you by the waist and turns you around, pushing your upper body down on the desk.
"Bent over," he declares, positioning himself behind you. You long to feel him and push your ass against him, feeling his erection pressing against his pants. He chuckles as you desperately try to rub yourself against him, moving his hips further away, while still pressing your back against the desk.
"Maybe I should teach you a lesson in discipline." He lifts your dress, and proceeds to pull down your underwear.
"I can give you this," he continues, his two fingers sliding along your wet opening and over your clit, now pressing firmly, and a slow moan escapes your lips.
"Good. As long as you make it known how much you enjoy it, you can have more. Understood?" "Yes," you answer, a bit more quietly than you intended as your voice has escaped you. "I'm afraid that's not loud enough," he responds, withdrawing his hand. "No, please!" you cry out, and soon enough you're rewarded with the firm touch of his hand, rubbing against you. Not so cute anymore... but, better.
You don't want it to stop, so you make sure he hears every drop of pleasure you're experiencing as his hand moves up and down your area. You lean your forehead on the back of your wrist as you arch your back to give him more access, and he takes up the offer, sliding two fingers inside you. Deeper. You know what to do, and let our a cry of pleasure.
"Good girl, that's it." His fingers are deep inside you now, reaching close to your g-spot and rubbing with a slow but intensifying pace. You moan and whine constantly, scared that the pleasure might stop if not given the constant reassurance that you love it.
"I didn't know you were such a dirty girl," he continues, bringing a finger to gently tickle your anus as he fucks you with his other hand. You're dripping wet, drops rolling down your leg. Teasing around the rim of your anus, the tip of his finger slides in, aided by your own juices, and your muscles instantly tighten and grip around him. He forces his finger a bit further, and you're starting to feel a fullness, an intense pleasure as he takes control of your both openings. Everything is warm, round, full, pulsating. It's too intense, too much, too wonderful. He slides a third finger into your pussy and starts rubbing firmly against your spot.
"Now cum for me. Cum loudly."
He doesn't need to tell you again. You've barely held it together this long, and your whole body shakes violently, your knees buckling, drool falling on the desk, tears rolling out of your eyes as you let it all out, your cries, your juices, your utter surrender. Tears of pleasure turn into actual tears as emotions take you completely by surprise and your start sobbing, shaken to the core by the ecstasy you just experienced.
Rufus withdraws and watches you as he dries his hands on a white towel. You cover your mouth and try to hide the fact that you're crying, but do a poor job of it. The crying turns into laughter. You don't know what you're feeling, but it's magnificent.
After a moment of gathering yourself, you finally lift up from the desk to wobbly legs, and turn around to face him. He extends his hand, presenting your underwear. You take it, letting out a little chuckle.
"Thank you." "You're welcome."
You clear your throat and put on your underwear while he watches.
"Can I-" you're about to suggest you return the favor, but he cuts you short. "No need. We're done here."
You blink your eyes, surprised.
"We are?" He nods. "For now."
He steps closer and looks at your face to check that you're decent, then wipes the corner of your eye with his thumb.
"Makeup." His hand smells of you. It's crazy. What just happened?
You look at each other for a moment. Then, he moves to his desk and reaches under, pressing a button. Almost instantly the door to the office opens from the outside and the leader of the Turks steps in wearing his immaculate dark blue suit. Was he waiting outside?
"Please escort my guest back to the party" Rufus instructs him. "Sir," the Turk agrees with a slight bow, and gestures at you to lead the way.
You turn to look at Rufus one more time and he smiles, running his hand through his hair.
"Tseng will look after you. Now, please enjoy your evening."
"Sir," you nod, smiling, and make your way out of the room and to the elevators, suddenly painfully aware of how damp your underwear still is. If the Turk heard your little scene he certainly does not let it show. He bows at you politely and enters the elevator after you. He stands stoicly still as the doors close, until, half way down, he finally breaks the silence.
"Would you like to schedule your next meeting with the vice president?"