#[ but two big ones were on sale OH THE JOY ]

[despairforme]

[mjoffic]

last minute shopping - eddie munson holiday blurb

I work retail and this popped in my head while refolding a graphic tee table and it's truly just a bunch of fluf and eddie being a cute boi

~ enjoy and happy holidays ~

word count: 1.2k

The holidays. A time focused around family, the reason for the season, cozy sweaters and hot cocoa. Twinkling lights couldn't be missed for miles as every house had some sort of big bulk convenience store decoration. No need for 'frosted windows in a can', oh no, Hawkins was seeing a very white Christmas with snow fall never ending and the chill of the wind cutting through every jacket and parka leaving no survivors behind. The joy was like an electric buzz in the air, only one thing could diminish the feeling.

The Starcourt Mall.

Eddie wasn't the best planner, never had been. Despite this year trying his best to be on top of the holidays he still had yet to get something for Uncle Wayne. With Christmas Day only two days away, it was a scramble for the perfect gift and it was absolute hell trying to get anywhere in the mall.

He could try The Gap? Nah, too pricey.

Maybe a gift certificate to Scoops Ahoy? But when would Wayne ever find the time to use it? He's always working.

Eddie sighed in frustration, running a hand through his mop of curls. He took a moment to look around the area, peeking over the heads of bustling mothers herding their kids to meet Santa, dads sitting on benches with shopping bags galore, teenagers running around the food court with their Orange Julius's sloshing all over the place. This was a nightmare. Slim pickings. Would Wayne be upset over a hand drawn card?

He was near giving up when he spotted Macy's on the far end. It was a department store, and while it seemed busy, it wasn't as congested as the inner workings of the mall. He squeezed his way through and slid through a sliver of space in between two groups of families; one included a mother scolding her husband for losing their credit card, the other group had a child crying over not getting the remote control car on the front table. Eddie pursed his lips, so glad he wasn't in that stage of life just yet.

There seemed to be never ending options for Eddie to look through, he wondered why he hadn't stopped in in the first place. It also made this decision much more difficult. He knew that he would definitely be walking out with something, no doubt, but genuinely the starting point slowly began to stump him and he felt his once eager energy depleting. A three pack of ties? When did Wayne dress up? A mug? Sure, lets add to the hundreds of them adorning the trailer wall. Maybe a fancy glass set? Even if the glasses were on sale, it was definitely out of Eddie's comfort range of spending.

"Well the sign says fifty percent off!"

A screech from an older woman pulled Eddie out of his daze and his attention turned to the scene on his right.

"Ma'am, I understand your frustration, however the sign details specifically to the gift sets. This sweater is on the table, but is signed for thirty percent off."

Eddie shifted his gaze from the woman, red in the face, almost matching her Christmas red sweater, to you. You stood behind a counter, not currently in use to ring up customers, but he noticed a stack of scarves next to you. He assumed you'd been cleaning up. You wore emerald green, very festive, and an elf hat to match. Despite your professional aura, the bell on the end of hat could almost send him into a fit of giggles every time your head even moved an inch.

"I'd be more than happy to show you-" you started, before being interrupted.

"You can show me to your manager! This is false advertising!" the women shouted, drawing a few more eyes into encounter.

"Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to keep from yelling in the store," you responded, face void of emotion. "If you would let me-"

"I'll yell if I want to! This is a free country!"

Eddie watched you take a deep breath, before picking a landline off the counter. You typed quietly while the woman continued her banter. You faked a smile to her before speaking again. "Hi, hey Ron, it's Y/n! Yeah, yeah, doing good, hey listen, would you mind sending security down to gifts? I have a disgruntled customer who refuses to listen. Awesome, thanks so much!"

The womens jaw dropped as you placed the phone back to the receiver, Eddie snickering quietly at this interaction.

"Who do you think you are!" the woman shouted, feigning a hand to her chest dramatically. "Do you know who I am?"

You smiled and shook your head, folding your hands on the counter. "No, ma'am, I don't! However I am the manager of this department and am asking you to remove yourself before security gets here."

The woman stared dumbfounded, slowly backing up from your bubble. Eddie stared in wonder at the interaction, and if he was honestly, completed turned on by your dominance.

"Merry Christmas!" you smiled, waving as the woman moved away from the scene.

Eddie noticed security at the end of the walkway and he shook his head, laughing slightly. Finding the nerve to walk up to you, he leaned softly against the counter and looked to the way in which the Grinch had left. "I think that was better than any of those movies playing in the theater right now."

You looked to him when he had approached, and smirked a bit at his words. "I try. Gotta keep some sort of sanity in this place."

"I get it, it's a madhouse in here," Eddie nodded, giving his best smile before extending his hand. "Eddie."

Your smirk simmered into a smile and you shook his hand back, nodding. "Y/n."

"Well, Y/n, I'm wondering if you might be of some use to me," he said, straightening back up.

"Oh?" you questioned, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, I mean, you are the manager of this department," Eddie said. "I'm in the works for the perfect gift."

"Ah," you nodded, stepping out from around the counter and glancing around your section. "Mom? Sibling? Girlfriend?"

Eddie stifled a laugh and he slowly followed beside you. "Uh, no mom. No siblings. And no girlfriend."

Your face erupted in pink and you stumbled over your words. "Oh, um, I'm sorry, I just assumed-"

"Hey, hey," Eddie grinned. "All good here. I'm shopping for my uncle, wanna try to find him something nice. Not much of a budget but I figured I'd find something on sale."

You felt your panic subside and sat a cool hand against your cheek, the heat subsiding. "Well, I'm sure we can find something perfect for him! Maybe something for you? Doesn't hurt to treat yourself sometimes."

Eddie pursed his lips a little bit and dug his hands in his pockets, following slightly behind you. He watched the way the bell of your hat jingled with every step you took. You arms slightly swayed when you walked, and you barely made a sound when taking a step. He began to notice the little things, and started to quietly thank the stars he'd came into the mall after all.

"I think I already have."

[oracleofapollon]

tasm!peter with dialogue “You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.” and scenario corn maze

join my celebration ♡

thank you!! i haven't written for pete in so long, it's always a pleasure :)

You've been planning it for a month. Ever since you saw that Spider-Man merch in a random store you walked into.

Of course clothes inspired by your heroic boyfriend are a very common thing in NYC – everybody wants to show their love and support for the masked vigilante. You certainly aren't a stranger to Spider-Man Halloween costumes, but this? This was the worst thing you've ever seen. You love it.

You were looking for a new pair of sweatpants – nothing extravagant, some cheap ones you could wear at home. So when you saw a blue pair with a red spider on the backside? You grabbed them immediately. And when you were going to go pay for them you saw it.

It was a t-shirt on sale. Black with big red letters saying Spider, but with 3 legs and a bunch of suggestive winking emojis floating around. 

You laughed hard. Hard.

(One lady almost made you leave).

And now here you are, looking for Peter in the corn maze. Even though you two have been living together for almost six months, you made him leave before you so he didn't see your "surprise". 

"Oh? Surprise?" he asked in a teasing tone when you told him about your plans. "In public, though, babe?" A lopsided smile adorned his pretty face and that made your knees buckle a bit. Even after all this time, his flirting made you weak.

"Shut up." 

So now you are so giddy to see his handsome face and the expression he's going to wear once he sees you outfit and how he's–

"Boo," a warm puff of air lingers on your right ear and neck making you jump with a startled gasp.

Turning around you face your ridiculously hot and (extremely annoying) boy smiling with the most devilish grin on his pretty face.

"Peter! Jesus Chr– are you trying to kill me? Give me a heart attack? Is there a single thought behind those eyes?" Despite your scolding voice your eyes were full of love, just like every time you look at Peter Parker. And he notices, pecking you quickly.

"Sorry, babe," he murmurs while wrapping a strong arm around your waist. "Saw your god-awful pants and needed to punish you."

"God-awful? They're inspired by your suit," you whisper, making sure no one else was around.

"I don't remember having a spider on my ass though?" Acting slightly offended he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. "Is that your surprise?" he asks, starting to guide you towards the path in front of you, swinging your hands between the both of you.

"No! Baby, you've seen nothing yet."

Peter faces you and raises a suspicious eyebrow. You just simply unzip your jacket, standing still.

You can feel your boyfriend's scrutinizing gaze on your revealed top as you search his face for even the slightest reaction.

A second, two seconds…

And then he bursts into the loudest laugh you've heard in a while.

Tiny wrinkles frame his honey eyes, mirth twinkling in them. Nose scrunched up, corners of his mouth brought so high you think they might graze his ears any moment. And the sound of him? Boyish giggles, sudden gasps of air. He laughs so hard he becomes silent for a second, not being able to take a breath. 

And you can't help but laugh along with your boy, share this moment of silliness in the most ridiculous setting you could've come up with.

"You- you look so stupid." He struggles to mutter the words, but they're full of affection and love and fondness he holds only for you.

He looks so young like this, you think. With glassy eyes and reddened cheeks and toothy smile. His reaction is worth everything – your money, dignity, effort.

"Well, that was the idea. Since I dressed as you." Your sarcastic words could not be even a bit convincing as you were beaming like crazy, joy filling every tiny vein in your body.

Your boy shook his head at you. "I cannot with you, Casanova."

"Right. Kiss?" 

His lips are soft on yours, meeting each other in a chaste kiss.

"How about we get outta here and you tell me more about my- what was it? Three le-?"

You shut him up with another kiss.

[sapphirepastries]

Sam’s New Year Sale 2023: Ramshackle’s Visit

i was kinda disappointed that we didn’t get a chapter for ramshackle for the new year’s event, so i went ahead and wrote this xD it was a quick one and it’s not proofread but i think it’s fine. happy belated new year’s everyone!

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The New Year had arrived, and with it, the ever popular Sam’s New Year Sale. After nine long days of crowds and brawls, tears and joy, the tenth and last day of the sale was upon them. However, Deuce and Kalim couldn’t relax just yet. With it being the final day of the sale, people were desperate to get their hands on the famous mystery bags for a chance to find an Amazing Ticket. The shop was absolutely packed to the brim, with the line stretching out farther than even the first day of the sale.

“Please stay in line if you want to buy a mystery bag! We still have plenty for sale!” Deuce cried over the noise of the crowd.

“Thank you very much! Here’s your mystery bag!” Kalim thanked the customer in front, handing him a mystery bag.

Deuce walked over, taking a breather from handling the mystery bag line.

“Phew…I know we’ve gotten used to this, but today is really insane,” he said.

“For sure,” Kalim agreed, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead. “But it’s the last day, so let’s push for the goal, Deuce!”

Deuce nodded enthusiastically. “You got it, Asim-senpai!”

They both got back to work but moments later, they were pulled away when something hopped up to them looking a little frustrated.

“Bun, bun!”

Deuce nearly stepped on it before stumbling back to avoid it.

“W-Whoa! That surprised me…w-what is that…?”

A brown bunny with white fluff around the tips of its ears and its torso stood in front of him.

“Ooh! It’s so cute!” Kalim exclaimed. “Hey there, little bunny! Mind if I pet you?”

“Buneary!”

The bunny shied away from his touch, hopping away to hide between someone’s legs. The two boys looked up and saw Yuu and Grim in the line for the mystery bags. She caught their eyes and waved at them.

“Hey, guys!” She greeted them with a smile. “Happy New Year!”

“Yuu, Grim! Happy New Year!” Deuce and Kalim greeted her back.

Kalim ran over and hugged her while Deuce gave her a wave.

“Myaha! You two look super worn out,” Grim snickered. “I’d hate to be you guys right now.”

Deuce lightly whapped him on the head. “Anymore out of you, and you’re not getting a mystery bag.”

“Fugna! That’s abusing your power!”

“You guys look great in those hakama,” Yuu complimented them.

The two boys blushed, with Deuce rubbing his head sheepishly and Kalim giving her a big grin.

“Thank you. I’ve been getting used to it,” the bluenette said.

“I like how roomy the sleeves are! It’s a lot of fun swinging them around when they aren’t tied back,” Kalim said.

“They fit you both so well,” Yuu said, smiling. “It’s nice to see them. It reminds me of the times I went to Johto for New Year’s.”

“Oh, so you’ve got these too,” Deuce mused.

“Say, Yuu, is this bunny yours?” Kalim asked, pointing to the brown bunny.

“Is it possibly…?” Deuce trailed off.

Yuu nodded and put down Grim in favor of bringing the bunny into her arms.

“This is Buneary, and she’s a Pokemon like you guessed,” she replied. “I found her wandering around the woods near Ramshackle yesterday.”

She took out her Pokedex and played Buneary’s entry for them.

“Buneary, the Rabbit Pokemon. Normal-type. When it feels danger, it perks up its ears. On cold nights, it sleeps with its head tucked into the fur on its body.”

“Is she yours?” Deuce asked.

Yuu nodded. “Yup, she somehow found her way here just like my other Pokemon.”

Grim rubbed his cheek, grumbling. “And she punched me when Yuu found her. I can still feel it!”

“That’s because you were all up in her face,” Yuu reprimanded him

“It’s so mysterious how they find their way here,” Kalim said, staring at Buneary. “Can I pet her?”

Buneary turned away, hiding her face in Yuu's chest. Yuu gave Kalim an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, Kalim-senpai, but being in this line has made her a bit upset. All the people pushing and shoving in the shop are tiring her out. I wanted to leave her at Ramshackle so Empoleon could look after her, but she really wanted to stay with me. She’s still scared about being sent to an unknown place.”

“Aww, the poor thing,” Kalim lamented. “Maybe I’ll get Jamil to whip up some nice sweets for her! Sweet things always cheer me up! I’ll go have someone get him for me!”

Yuu let out a small laugh, already feeling sorry for Jamil for Kalim’s very short notice on sweets.

“Thanks, senpai, but it can wait until after you’re done working,” she said, trying to ease the vice-dorm leader’s workload.

Back in Scarabia, Jamil felt the sudden need to thank Yuu somehow, someway.

“But man, it sure is crowded. It gets crowded in Ecruteak City on New Year’s too, but geez!”

Yuu grunted as someone squeezed past her, his mystery bag in hand.

“Are you also hoping to get an Amazing Ticket?” Kalim asked.

“We haven’t seen one since we started working,” Deuce said.

“You betcha!” Grim answered. “I’m gonna have my henchman exchange it for a mountain of premium tuna cans!”

“No, I'm not,” Yuu immediately shot him down. “For the record, I’m hoping to get some bakeware or maybe that cute dress I saw in town from a mystery bag. If I actually do find one, then I’m hoping to get a magic tool.”

“A magic tool?” Deuce and Kalim asked simultaneously.

“Yeah, I read about it in a book before. It’s like a projector, but it makes the space seem like you’re actually in a fancy mansion or, like, the beach. I wanted to get one to see if I could somehow get it to look like places from back home. It’d really help me and my Pokemon feel a little less homesick, y’know?”

Yuu pet Buneary on the head, a small sad smile on her face before she shook her head to rid herself of that prickling feeling of homesickness. Deuce and Kalim stared at her quietly, feeling her pain. They still hadn’t found a way to send her back to her world, and they knew that she would no doubt get more homesick the longer she was stuck in Twisted Wonderland.

“I could get it for you,” Kalim offered. “I don’t mind at all!”

Yuu’s eyes widened and she immediately shook her head. She knew how rich Kalim was (if her trip to the Scalding Sands for Al’ab Nariya was anything to go by) and she didn’t want to mooch off him. Not to mention that he would no doubt throw in a bunch of extra gifts because he wanted to. She wouldn’t know what to do if he gave her a chest full of jewels and golden peacock trinkets.

“I appreciate the offer, Kalim-senpai, but I’d like to get it myself if possible,” she said quickly. “Besides, I’m also happy to just get whatever I get from the mystery bag.”

“And if she doesn’t want it, I’ll gladly take it!” Grim exclaimed.

The two boys gave her a soft smile, but the moment was ruined when someone in the back of the line started shoving people and causing a chain reaction in the line.

“Hey, I was here first!” a Heartsabyul student cried.

“You sure about that? Sure didn’t seem like it with you zoning out there,” a Savanaclaw student smirked.

They started scuffling, making everyone try and step away from them and only squeezing everyone else in.

“Gah! I’m getting crushed!” Grim howled.

“B-Bun…bun…!”

In Yuu’s arms, Buneary started getting more and more fussy with everyone squeezing in even tighter than they were before. Her trainer started to rock her in an attempt to soothe her.

“It’s going to be alright, Buneary,” Yuu managed to wheeze out. Oh, Arceus, she felt like her lungs were going to get crushed.

“Bun…bun…BUNEARY!!”

Buneary jumped out of Yuu’s arms and headed straight for the fighting students, who had also drawn in other students into the brawl.

“Buneary, no!” Yuu cried.

“What the hell?!”

“Hey, get this thing outta here!”

“Wha–OOF!!”

The Savanaclaw instigator got a faceful of Buneary’s Dizzy Punch and he stumbled back. The Heartsabyul student took this chance to get in his own punch on the guy. That Dizzy Punch and right hook only escalated the brawl. The Savanaclaw student put a hand where he got punched and growled, trying to catch Buneary.

Deuce put his own hands on his head. “Crap! At this rate, the whole shop is going to get wrecked!”

Yuu tried to push her way through the crowd. “I have to go get her! She’s getting more stressed out!”

“Don’t worry! We’ll just do what we’ve been doing these past ten days!” Kalim exclaimed confidently, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Just leave it to us. It’s our job to get things organized after all!”

The two boys dove into the fray, with Deuce intimidating the brawling students while Kalim looked underfoot for the small Rabbit Pokemon. Deuce was especially intimidating today since Yuu and her Pokemon were involved, and it allowed Kalim to weave around the crowd much more easily. Eventually, everyone settled down and Kalim emerged triumphantly from the crowd with Buneary in his arms.

“I got her!”

Yuu hurried to him and took Buneary from his arms.

“Thank you so much, senpai!” she thanked him, bowing her head gratefully.

“Next time, settle things peacefully,” Deuce snarled to the troublemakers.

Cowed by the delinquent aura he let out, the troublemakers meekly nodded their heads. Deuce nodded his head and got everyone back into a neat line before heading back to the front of the line where Yuu was.

“You guys alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Kalim-senpai got Buneary out of there before she hurt herself,” Yuu replied.

Kalim flashed them a bright smile. “It’s a good thing you got everyone settled down, Deuce. Nice job!”

“Thank you, Asim-senpai. Now, let’s get back to business!”

Deuce handed Yuu her mystery bag as he took her money. The prefect gratefully took her bag and hurriedly retreated outside for fresh air and to calm down Buneary. When the crowd thinned out she came back inside, another bag in hand.

“Good work, you two,” she said, handing the bag to Deuce. “I went back to Ramshackle to grab some malasadas and hot chocolate I made earlier. You must be tired.”

“Oooh! Malasadas are those donut-like things, right? Thanks, Yuu!” Kalim thanked her with a hug that she returned.

Deuce let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, thanks a bunch. I was starting to get hungry.”

They took a break in the backroom, inviting Yuu to come along with them to the back. She poured them some hot chocolate and they all took a sip with a relaxing sigh.

“Haah…I feel alive again,” Deuce exhaled.

“For sure,” Kalim agreed.

Yuu put her mystery bag on the table and opened it, the two boys watching in anticipation. She peered into the bag and smiled brightly.

“Oh! I got a tray for making madeleines! Oooh, and an embossed rolling pin!”

She happily took out her goodies, looking them over with sparkling eyes.

“Nice, you got what you wanted!” Kalim beamed.

Grim groaned. “I would’ve preferred getting tuna cans, but I guess this is fine.”

“Clover-senpai would’ve loved to get that bag,” Deuce chuckled. “He was hoping to get cookware, but got sweets instead.”

“Haha, that’s so like him,” Yuu giggled.

Buneary peered into the bag and blinked.

“Bun, buneary.”

She pulled on Yuu’s sleeve, getting her attention and pointing at the bag.

“Hm? Is there something else inside?” she asked, opening the bag again.

She stuck her hand inside and felt some sort of small thin paper. Curiosity filled her as she pulled her hand out of the bag to see what it was. In her hand was a purple and black ticket with the Mystery Shop logo on it and the word “Congratulations!” on one side and “Amazing Ticket” on the other.

Silence fell over the group as everyone blinked at the ticket before realizing what they were looking at.

“EEEEEHHH?!” they all cried.

“I-It’s actually real?!” Deuce spluttered.

“Whoa! I can’t believe it!” Kalim laughed.

“Fugnaaaa! My lifetime supply of premium tuna cans isn’t a dream anymore!!” Grim jumped up and down, celebrating the find.

Yuu marveled at the ticket in her hand, bringing it up to the light as if to check if it was real or not.

“I-I can’t believe it…” she whispered. “I hardly ever get rare stuff in gacha! I think I just used up my luck for the year…!”

“Congratulations, my little imp!”

“WAH!!!”

They all jumped when Sam appeared out of nowhere. He put his hands on Yuu’s shoulders, patting them.

“You’ve found the Amazing Ticket, which means you can exchange it for anything you want!” he proclaimed. “And I can get my hands on just about anything. What is it that you desire, my little imp.”

“U-Um! That magic tool that’s like a projector…” Yuu stuttered, still surprised that she even got the ticket.

Sam winked at her, a wide smile on his face. “You got it, my little imp. I know what you’re looking for, and I’ll get it to you lickety-split!”

“Wait, what about my tuna?!” Grim’s complaints went unheard as Deuce and Kalim both slung an arm around Yuu’s shoulders.

“Congrats, Yuu!” Deuce congratulated her. “You actually found the Amazing Ticket! That must mean something good is gonna happen this year.”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna throw a party to celebrate your find!” Kalim cheered. “What would you like? I can bring in birds that warble on key! Oh, and I could bring in 75 golden camels and 53 peacocks!”

“T-There’s no need to go that far,” Yuu told him. “We can just celebrate with our friends with a small party. It’ll be fun and I can make some more malasadas for it.”

“That sounds great!”

When news spread that someone had found an Amazing Ticket, everyone started wondering who the lucky person was. Yuu’s friends were the only ones who knew that she was the one who got it. A few of them lamented the fact that they couldn’t get their hands on it. Azul in particular, almost sulked enough that he wanted to brood inside an octopus pot.

[thebluestbluewords]

Polyshipweek 2023 Day 1: Road Trip

Rotten ot4, ~1800 words of pure silliness. No warnings for this section.

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"I've solved our summer problem," Evie announces breathlessly, hair bouncing over her shoulders in perfectly curled ringlets as she jogs up to their usual outdoor lunch table. She’s wearing a pastel blue tennis skirt, an unexpected blessing for Mal’s wicked eyes, borne from the spring heat wave the rest of them are suffering through in their usual leather. The news outlets are saying that it’s the hottest spring Auradon has had in years, but the actual heat only hit two days ago, and Evie’s been too busy with school and her secret project to make the rest of them anything lighter than their usual. Mal’s been sweating through her jeans, but she cut the sleeves off her jacket yesterday, so that’s been helping.  "I got us housing, and it's in our names, and we're going to have the best summer ever." 

Evie beams at them all, still pink-cheeked and breathless from running across the lawn. 

"Evie.” Mal says flatly. 

Evie beams at her directly, flipping her curls over her shoulder as she turns, a bit more dramatically than a turn of ten degrees warrants. "Yes, babe?” 

Mal wants to lick the glorious expanse of leg that Evie’s skirt shows off, but they’ve got more pressing concerns than that right now. "What did you do?" 

Evie’s practically bouncing in place. Oh gods. Whatever she’s done is either going to be the best thing in the world, and they’ll all have to tell her that she’s right and they were wrong to spend the whole week moping about the heat instead of helping and she truly is a genius, or else they’re about to have a really, really bad time. 

"I bought us a camper,” Evie exclaims, and oh, she’s still bursting with joy about the whole thing. “It's only twenty-five feet long, and it's got an absolutely terrible truck that came with it, but it’s big enough for four people to sit together in the front as long as one of them is small, and two of us have tiny little legs, so we don't have to split anyone out to drive if we don’t want to, and I got it on sale from a friend of a friend so it was super cheap, and it's going to be the greatest thing ever!” 

"Great. You bought us....a tiny house." 

"A tiny mobile house," Evie corrects, still beaming.  "And it's going to be either the best or the worst thing that's ever happened to us and I haven't decided which yet. But it's probably the best."

Mal gestures at the boys, who are just as sweaty and disgusting as she is right now. "You want all of us contained in a twenty foot box for the entire summer?" 

"Ye-es," Evie says slowly, with a somewhat pained expression, like she's only just thinking through the size constraints she's put on them. And how those constraints might play out with three people who are currently sweating through their clothes.  "But it'll be fine. It has storage space for at least six of those big plastic storage bins, and if we keep all of your clothes here at school, babe,  and each of the boys only wears two outfits, I can condense my stuff down to the other five." 

“Can I bring my laptop?” Carlos asks. His head is still on the table. Despite wearing exclusively shorts for the first fifteen years of his life, or possibly because of it, he’s been handling the heat the worst out of the four of them. “If I can fit my laptop and like, enough dog treats to bribe whatever animals we find on the way, I’m in.” 

Evie tilts her head to the side, which sends her hair tumbling off her neck again. Mal could bite the smooth, warm expanse of it. She could leave so many delicious red marks, so that everyone knows that Evie is hers, and she has the most brilliant girlfriend in the world, who does brilliant things like acquire them a place to stay for the summer that’s not on campus. 

The fact that Evie didn’t think about space is a minor concern. Mal’s small. She can compress her stuff to be small too. 

“You can bring all the computer pieces you want,” Evie declares, apparently deciding that this is not the battle she wants to fight right now. “So long as they can fit into a three-by-two storage bin, okay?” 

“Okay,” Carlos agrees, apparently too worn out to argue. “Sure. I’m in.” 

Jay raises a hand, which is hysterical and also makes something uncomfortable twist up in Mal’s chest. This time last year they were throwing bricks at the pirate kids, and now they’re the sort of people who apparently own a camper, and go to a prep school, and can afford to raise their hand instead of just screaming at each other to be heard.  “Who’s going to drive?” 

Evie leans forward over the table, which conveniently puts her chest at eye level for those sitting down. It’s definitely intentional, because this is what Evie and Jay do for fun when they’re together. Neither of them is strictly into each other, due to the whole being gay thing, but they’ve got an exception for each other. Or possibly they just like confusing the Auradon kids, but Mal can get behind it either way. 

“Weeee-ll,” Evie says slowly, drawing out the word like it’s a piece of gum she’s stretching out. She’s leaning all the way down now, and the tiny gold necklace she’s wearing is hanging loose over the table, swinging in a way that’s almost more mesmerizing than her tits. “I heard there’s this really cool guy who got an actual legal driver’s license recently, and I was hoping maybe if I asked really nicely, he’d be willing to drive for me.” 

Jay hooks a finger in the necklace. “Nicely, huh?” 

“Aren’t I being nice?” Evie asks sweetly, batting her eyes and doing something complicated and graceful with her legs that looks uncomfortable from Mal’s angle, but ends up with her sitting on the table, still leaned up close to Jay. “I could offer you something in exchange, maybe?” 

“What would that be, princess?” Jay asks, and oh, with the way he’s keeping his voice low and rough, there’s got to be some Auradon kids watching the show. 

“Maybe….a kiss?” Evie offers, still syrupy-sweet and over the top flirty. “Or I guess I could give you access to the credit card I got from this prince who wants us safely out of his way for the summer, but I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in something like that?” 

Jay pulls back. “Who gave you a credit card?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” Evie says brightly. “Unfortunately that is a trade secret, and even more unfortunately, it’s connected to my bank account, so it’s not actually as useful as I implied. You can still drive the car though, and because my mother’s accounts didn’t actually go into kingdom funds when she got sent to the Isle, I do have a bit of inheritance that I’ve taken out of my investments for this.” 

Jay blinks. “You have investments?” 

“Yes,” Evie says, leaning back as well. It’s a tragic loss, because the new position puts her above the rest of them, and Mal can’t stare at her without being blinded by the sun. “I’ve had them since we set up the accounting for my business, which was well before winter formal season. So it’s been a white now and they’re doing quite well, thanks for asking.” 

“Doug drove you to the bank to get a card set up?” 

Evie pouts. “It’s not very fun when you put it that way, babe.” 

Jay grins up at her, eyes bright and mouth quirked into the uneven smile he does when he’s trying to look charming. “Oh, I’m sorry princess, let me just–” he pulls her in close again, hooking one hand around the back of her waist, and the other tangled in the chain of her necklace. “I would be honored,” he whispers into the skin of her neck. “To drive you wherever you need to go.” 

“Through treacherous terrain and up mountains fair?” Evie says softly. “From golden beach to shining sea?” 

“I’ve always wanted to see a mountain,” Jay agrees, resting his head on her shoulder for a moment before pulling back and adding, much more normally. “And beaches would be cool. I assume we’re taking the royal family of Arendelle up on their generous offer to let you magical types come up for their summer training camp?” 

“Indeed,” Evie nods, “It would be awfully rude to reject an offer from the royal family, after all, and when I asked around, everyone said that summer road trips are an Auradon tradition and it would only be right for us to go on one before we have to get serious about school next semester.” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Mal groans. 

“SATs, college visits,” Carlos chants. “Finals, calculators, GPA.” 

Fucker. He’s not even graduating next year, a fun little quirk of the Auradon grade system  being tied to age instead of academic ability.

 “I can and will crush you into the dirt.” Mal says casually. She’s got to be casual about her threats now, because if she says anything that sounds truly threatening in front of Audrey and her squad of princesses who care more about their royal status than their actual friendships, she’ll be slapped with consequences for ‘breaking the school code of conduct’ and ‘threatening a fellow student’ faster than you can say bibity bobbity boo. “Try it again and I’ll punch you so hard you’ll wish you were more than just one grade behind me.”

Unfortunately, Carlos treats threats as a sort of love language. 

“Aww, is the wicked fairy scared of some little tests?” he croons, eyes sparking even though he’s still flopped out across the table. “Don’t wanna take one exam that’s gonna determine your entire future for the next five years?” 

Even Evie shudders at that one. 

“Don’t,” she says firmly. “I’m going to send you reminders of this every day next year, when it’s your turn. And you’re going to deserve it.” 

Carlos sits up at that. “You wouldn’t.” 

Evie spins around to face him. “I would, baby. You don’t get to say anything until you’re the one in that exam room, and I don’t care if you never get nervous about tests, because I have never been nervous for a test before this year, and I’ve been waking up with stress dreams for the past three weeks, and not just because I spend half of my life’s savings so far on a truly terrible camper for us to use on the most ill-advised road trip this school has ever seen.” 

“I think the road trip is great idea.” Mal interrupts. “The queen of Arendelle was super nice to offer us a place in her summer magic training camp, and like, what else are we doing for the rest of the summer?” 

“Picking a god and praying,” Evie says grimly. “That this camper won’t fall apart under us halfway to the mountains.”

[sxugaryx]

Blooming Villain (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

Black Cat couldn’t stop moving around he had never been so excited.

“You are starting to act like Pinocchio” His sister teased him.

“Oh come on, I know that you are just as excited”

Indeed she was, as they had finally managed to find a place to offer their services, both had left their respective factions as bastards and sweepers and they were certainly not returning after what happened, both of the factions are just as corrupt as each other and their rivalry makes things even worse. Being a stalker without a faction is hard work, aside from the Legendary stalker, it is rare to hear of someone without a faction being successful sure they weren’t as successful nor were they aiming for that sort of fame, but this was a huge deal for them.

The rent is a little high but they wanted to have their office in a secure area and one that was free from the other stalker groups so it was worth it.

“Speaking of Pinocchio I sent him a letter telling him about this, hopefully, he’ll come to say hi,” Red Fox said.

“Well, knowing him he is probably going to open that door any minute” Black Cat was confident on the matter.

The door indeed opened, so hard in fact that it slammed the wall.

“Hi guys!”

But it wasn’t Pinocchio who had come to see them.

“Jesus Christ, Blue don’t you know how to knock?!” Black Cat was not only startled but angry at her, they just bought the place, no need to damage the door or the wall.

Blue Canary, she is a friend of theirs, as the name implies her mask is one of a Canary, a blue one. She is wearing the typical bastard stalker outfit, it makes sense since she hasn’t been with them for long and it fits her perfectly with her mask.

“Sorry, sorry I was just excited for the two of you” Blue just had to come and congratulate them, “It’s a shame you left the bastards Fox but I’m so happy to see you and of course, your brother succeed on your own like this”

They had never told her why they left their factions, they can’t tell her or anyone because they are being threatened if they try to expose the truth.

“Have you ever thought about going solo Blue? I assure you it comes with many freedoms” Red Fox wanted to maybe persuade her to leave the bastards, Blue is a very kind girl and she would hate to see her being dragged into a mess like that.

“Mmm well… maybe one day but, I still have a lot to learn” She wasn’t that confident in some of her capabilities, and Blue thought that maybe it would be best to stay and learn from them.

“Don’t doubt your skills, you are climbing the ladder so fast, although I find it odd that you haven’t changed masks” Red Fox wonders why that is.

“I just really love Blue Canaries, they are my favorite animal” Blue was beaming with joy.

As is well known, stalker masks show strength, the more experienced the better animal mask you get but that’s something that you see in those groups, when you are on your own you can wear any mask you please and they understand what she means both are fans of their respective animal masks, that’s why they have kept them.

“Really? I thought you would be a horse girl considering your family owns that big stable” Black Cat doesn’t understand why a girl like Blue who comes from such a wealthy family would want to be a stalker, yeah sure Bastard stalkers do come from wealthy families in Krat but her family is almost as loaded as Mr. Moneybags Lorenzini Venigni, she could just marry another rich person and have her life set forever, hell she could stay single and have her life set forever since Lucero family basically owns a monopoly with those horses.

“My family also owns birds, not for sale but they are our pets and I’ll have you know that I’ve always taken great care of them” Blue was proud of that, some of those birds are exotic and require a great amount of care and she has been doing that ever since she was a little kid.

“Birds are wonderful creatures” Red Fox is fond of them, “Free creatures, they can just soar in the sky and do what they want”

Black Cat got closer to her and grabbed her shoulder “Be careful Blue, cats eat birds”

“Haha, very funny catboy” Blue has heard that joke so many times from so many stalkers.

“I’m not a catboy!” That’s ridiculous, Black Cat was red with embarrassment even if it wasn’t shown due to his mask.

“You are,” Red Fox said with a smile on her face, “Don’t think I don’t know about those cat ears you keep hidden in your room”

“Uh um well,” Black Cat wasn’t going to let her get away with that, “Don’t think I don’t know about all those dumb stuffed animals you hide in your closet”

“They aren’t dumb!” How dare he say that?! They are her precious babies.

“Fight! Fight! ” Blue was the one teasing them now.

“Don’t start Blue as if you don’t fight with your sisters” Red Fox knows that with a family that big, sibling arguments would be a nightmare.

“Yeah I can’t imagine fighting with 7 sisters” Black Cat doesn’t know how Blue can stand that, one sister is annoying enough.

“Actually I have 11 sisters” Blue’s family is huge, she is the 6th one, just in the middle, but with the family wealth there are no issues with raising a big family. Although her parents aren’t planning on having any more kids, not after her triplet sisters were born. They were not expecting more than just one baby and her poor mother had a rough time, although in her opinion her mother should have been prepared, she had twins before so that was possible.

“Tell your father to put his dick down”

“Brother shut up!”

“Hey me and my sisters get along greatly unlike the two of you”

“Don’t your parents ever confuse who is who?” Black Cat asked.

“It has never happened and I don’t think it will ever happen to me cause, you know” Blue pointed at her eyes, they are visible from her mask, as she is not wearing a traditional mask, but rather a masquerade mask, showing her right brown eye and her left green eye.

She prefers not to wear a traditional mask as it would be too bothersome for her hair, as she has long blonde hair, up to her waist and she has never been a fan of ponytails, well, she is a fan of the ones that actually horses have and loves to make for them but that’s not the point nor the case for her.

“I must say, your family does seem to have a strong bond with each other” A big family and also very united, Red Fox was a little jealous.

Blue Canary smiled but then she looked at the clock that was in the wall of the office.

“Oh No! I’m going to be late for my job!” Blue was panicking.

“What job? If you don’t mind me asking?” Red Fox was curious.

“You know that fancy doctor Mr. Garret?“ Blue grabbed the door handle and braced herself to rush out of there, “I’m his bodyguard”

Blue opened the door, shut it, and ran away but just a few minutes later she opened the door again with force, she was gasping for air. “Guys… forgot… Congrats!”

With that said she ran away again, that girl can be a little clueless sometimes.

“Damn working for Frederick Garret?” Black Cat was impressed.

It was quiet for a few moments before they heard a knock on the door.

“May I come in?”

It was Pinocchio because he is a polite good boy and knocks first before entering and obviously they let him in. And because he finally got over his bad habit of breaking doors… most of the time.

“Congratulations!” Pinocchio was so happy for them.

“Yeah Congrats” Gemini is standing on Pinocchio’s shoulder, he isn’t as enthusiastic as Pinocchio since he still isn’t that fond of them, although he has warmed up to them a little.

“Hey, I didn’t know your friend Pisces could walk,” Black Cat said getting closer to have a better look.

“Seriously?” Gemini looked at him back and crossed his arms, slightly moving his antennas to show his disappointment.

“Gemini can walk now but he wasn’t able before” Pinocchio explained.

“I’m glad you were able to come Pinocchio, I was worried your father wouldn’t let you see us” Red Fox knows that Geppetto doesn’t exactly like them.

“Yeah he hates us”

“Brother, why are you always so blunt like that?”

“About that…” Pinocchio took a deep breath, “I sorta lied and he doesn’t know I came to see you both”

“Look at that” Black Cat roughly played with Pinocchio’s hair, “Our little brother has a fun side”

Pinocchio started to try to fix his hair, he had just brushed it before coming here.

“You are such a bad influence on him” Gemini was scolding him.

Black Cat huffed “Come on his father should have forgiven us by now”

“Brother I don’t think it’s easy to forgive people who kidnapped you” Red Fox rolled her eyes.

“I’m joking” Black Cat doesn’t know why they don’t understand his sense of humor, “Did your old man finally teach you where babies come from?”

“I thought you said you were going to be more mature” Red Fox was also scolding him.

“Come on I’m just teasing him… um Pinocchio are you okay?”

Pinocchio was looking down at the floor, they could hear his cogs and springs moving, the boy was staying still in place.

“Yeah… my father taught me about that”

“Let’s change the subject” Not something Red Fox wanted to to talk about. “Well, why don’t you tell us how you have been doing?”

“I got a pony!” Pinocchio shouted enthusiastically, snapping from his trance. “My mother got it for me”

“Your mother is…?” Black Cat has a hard time keeping up with everyone Pinocchio knows and it’s because really he only knows the cricket and his father and with the latter, they didn’t meet in the best of circumstances.

“Lady Antonia” Pinocchio had a huge smile on his face, “And Mr. Venigni is my uncle”

“How lucky you are” Red Fox was happy for him and Pinocchio was indeed very lucky, his father, mother, and uncle were all wealthy, Pinocchio could be swimming in money if he wanted to.

“There is also Eugéne who is also my sister” Pinocchio had a sweet smile.

“But I’m the fun sister right?” Red Fox got a little closer to him.

“You are his lame sister”

“Brother!”

Pinocchio let out a small laugh, it was fun seeing them interact like this. They talked for some time until someone came to the door, they came to ask for their services, a doctor from Krat’s new hospital, the one Venigni had built was asking them to be their bodyguard although just for that one day, unlike Blue who seems to have been hired until her client says her duty is fully done.

Red Fox found it odd, why would a few doctors need protection? But she isn’t going to question them, she and her brother are just getting paid, this is a job. Their client did explain that there was a party being held for the hospital staff that night, and gave them the assigned time to meet, after that, their client left.

Pinocchio looked at the floor “Oh I know about that party, my uncle Venigni invited me but I’m not going”

“Mmm, why not?” Red Fox asked him.

“Well, my father doesn’t like hospitals” His father had told him that he was free to go but Pinocchio could tell that his father was uncomfortable about the idea of him being even near a hospital, he does have that appointment with him for tomorrow but… “I don’t want to upset him”

“Have a little fun, plus we will be there and your uncle will be there,” Black Cat said.

“We are going to be on a job” Red Fox playfully smacked her brother's back.

“I know that; I’m saying that he should have a little fun” Black Cat just wants Pinocchio to have a little excitement in his life, “You gotta live a little, have a few more fun adventures here and there”

“I think Pinocchio has lived enough adventures” Gemini believes that Pinocchio should have a peaceful life after everything the boy has been through.

Pinocchio thought about it, he did want to have some fun and his uncle Venigni would be the one to take him so…

“I’ll see the two of you there!”

——

Looks like both of them just keep getting lucky, this job is so easy and they are enjoying the atmosphere. Pinocchio came to say hi but they couldn’t talk to him as they had to keep an eye on their client, still, it was good he came, they could see that he was having a good time.

Venigni is certainly having a good time, he hasn’t stopped talking since he got here but that man never shuts up. Oven more because Pinocchio is wearing an outfit similar to him, including the glasses. They can hear from afar each new invention he has come up with, and each time he mentions how brilliant he is.

It looks like Venigni also dislikes them, as he seems to be overprotective of Pinocchio after he went to greet them.

Right, how could they have forgotten? They left the man to fend for himself at the factory with all that danger.

“Looks like we are the black sheeps of his family” Red Fox whispered to her brother.

“Maybe we should change masks” Black Cat whispered back.

They both smile they are having a good time.

Blue was also there, she gave them a small hand wave, it looked like her client didn’t want her to talk to anyone.

———

The party had ended, and almost everyone had left by now, they accompanied their client to the exit and got paid a good amount. They decided to wait for Pinocchio, they also wanted to wait for Blue but that doctor took her away with him.

Pinocchio spotted them and made his way towards them, Venigni was behind him and he stayed quiet as Pinocchio talked with them, the atmosphere was somewhat tense but Pinocchio didn’t seem to notice that.

In the end, they had to say their goodbyes and everyone was ready to head home.

“Pinocchio I know that you are a very friendly boy but be careful who you make friends with” Venigni was being overprotective, in his eyes with good reason as he didn’t trust them.

Unfortunately, Pinocchio already knows that because of what happened in London but those two are not like that, “They are good people they just had to do a lot of stuff to survive”

He had to do a lot of stuff to survive, bad things that he regrets and has to live with. Just like them.

He could tell that his uncle still didn’t look convinced and he couldn’t blame him for it, so he decided to cheer him up by giving him a big hug.

“Just as your father says, you are so precious” Venigni smiled, how wonderful that Pinocchio is so kind.

——

Blue was standing in her client's office when he told her that he was going to talk with a patient and needed her for security, she knew that she had to stay quiet and not intervene, and that after she left not a word of what happened to others, as it’s confidential.

“What gives you the right to tell that to my wife?!“ The man was shouting, he was enraged.

“Your wife was concerned about your health and asked for your medical information, so I gave her what she asked me” Doctor Frederick didn’t seem intimidated by shouting.

“What about patient confidentiality?!”

“If I recall correctly, when signing the documents you listed her as your emergency contact, did you not read that they can ask questions on your behalf?” Of course, he didn’t read it, no one reads them.

“But-“

Frederick Garret gave out a sigh “And you could have spoken to me at any time and told me that you didn’t want her to know, why didn’t you do so?”

“Because-“

“Because you didn’t think she would ask? Your poor wife was so worried about your health and here you are yelling at me for your mistakes” Frederick didn’t let them man talk, he loves to interrupt others.

The man punched the desk with his fists in rage “You told her that I had an STD!”

“That you have multiple STDs and that you are anemic” Frederick rolled his eyes, that man is just a dumb womanizer, and he is still sick because he doesn’t take his treatment properly.

“Why did you-“

Frederick doesn't bother to try and speak with people like this “I’m not the one who constantly cheated on his faithful and loving wife, who despite everything is still willing to forgive you”

“Is this because I crossed you? Because I didn’t give you what you wanted?”

“You should have known better than to not abide by my simple request” It was simple indeed, he just needed him to give him those copies of documents that are at city hall.

“I will sue you for this! I work at city hall, I can get any lawyer to come to my side”

“Sue me and let everyone find out that you sleep around as much as a filthy prostitute?” Frederick had a smirk on his face.

The man became quiet, it was true, he couldn’t say anything, his relationship with his wife was going badly but she was willing to forgive him, but if the public found out about his activities his reputation would be completely ruined.

“You are free to change doctors if you want, I will not stop you” Frederick was now looking at one of the rings in his hand, with the shape of a salamander in this index finger.

“Oh, you bet I-“

“But the next doctor you consult is going to come and ask me for your medical history and how unfortunate would it be to inform him that you are an uncompetitive patient, who doesn’t take his treatments seriously and becomes violent easily”

The man got closer with the intent to attack, but Blue aimed her long sword at him, pointing the handle at his neck.

“Sir, you are going to have to leave,” Blue said, trying to sound intimidating, it didn’t come right but the man backed down regardless.

The man turned around and put his hand on the door handle.

“Your next appointment is next week, don’t forget that,” Frederick said with a grin on his face.

The man left feeling completely embarrassed and powerless to do anything.

Blue looked at her client, the doctor was wearing formal clothes, not the typical stuff you would see on a doctor. He has a white button shirt with black pants and brown shoes, he is also wearing a brown trench coat. His dark hair looks well kept, what she is more curious about is those rings, they are so flashy, she wonders if they have some sort of meaning.

It was quiet until Frederick let out a sigh, now looking at his other ring, the one with the lion emblem on his thumb.

“I simply asked him for documents regarding the hospital, I suspect someone is taking away money from it” That’s a lie but he doesn’t want his new bodyguard to suspect his actions, “I just want what’s best for the hospital, we have also been getting less supplies, I can’t let people in need be affected by someone’s greed”

Blue, being the naive girl she is, believes him, he only hired her because of that and because her father asked for the favor. Her father didn’t seem to want her to be in real danger and being next to a doctor would be the perfect solution in his eyes. Not to mention how he is also her father's doctor.

“Miss Cassandra” Frederick doesn’t call her by her stalker name, it’s ridiculous, the stalkers with their codes and rules are nothing but ridiculous, “When you deal with people like that, it’s best to not yell or get violent, it’s best to let them make a fool of themselves”

Blue nodded, mainly because she knew she had to agree with everything he said.

“The best way to show someone their place is to humiliate them” Frederick was not amused by that pathetic attempt to intimidate him.

Blue stayed quiet, this was just a job and maybe when she gets better she could find a new one, hopefully, a better one, she wants to help others, not because she wants to play hero or for glory, but because there is so much danger out there and others could use a hand.

She remembers when that disaster happened, she was the only one to keep her family safe, none of her sisters could fight much less her mother, and her father has been disabled for years, having to walk with a cane after an accident.

A huge carcass had entered their home, it was hard but she defeated it. Her family does know her capabilities but she knows they still worry about her, they were more worried when she left to find survivors, the streets were dangerous but it was all worth it, she found a family of a mother and her two children, the husband had unfortunately passed but she took them to safety.

She still sees them sometimes, they visit her home, and they say how grateful they are for what she did, but she was only doing the right thing. When Krat was being fixed she helped fight some of the carcasses that were still scattered around certain places.

Before that, she had been rejected to become a stalker, they didn’t think she would be a skilled fighter, she took classes at Monad to become one, yet she didn't have the best performances back then.

But she proved her worth with her actions, although now she is temporarily stuck in an office with Doctor Frederick Garret.

“You are dismissed, leave now” That was his last patient, now he has to do his real job, he has to look at the information he was sent from the Cathedral. The experiment has been having some difficulties, he needs to find a way to fix that.

———

“How was the event Master Venigni?” Pulcinella asked, as he was unfortunately not able to go, too much still needed to be done at their home.

“It was great! Pinocchio had a lot of fun, I had fun as well”

Venigni started talking about the event, and talking about it reminded him of something and he spoke about that, and that reminded him of something else and he spoke about it. He didn’t stop talking for two hours straight and Pulcinella listened attentively as always.

“You know… I’m glad today was a good day” Venigni’s tone had changed to a melancholic one.

Today, the day his parents were murdered. For many years it had always been so painful, as a child he would hide in his closet in fear, remembering what happened and as he grew up he was engulfed with feelings of great sadness, he wouldn’t do anything this day, he felt that he shouldn’t deserve to be happy this day.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Pulcinella said, this day was also always painful for him. But today was different, today was finally a good day.

Venigni looked at the clock, it was late and he was tired, it’s best to get some rest and he already had promised Pulcinella that he would try to have a better sleep schedule.

Before going to bed, the sound of loud ringing interrupted him, who could be calling his home at this hour? And he doesn’t give his home number to anyone, only the one at his office back at the Union.

Venigni was annoyed but he had to answer.

“Yes? This is Lorenzini Venigni speaking”

Venigni’s heart sank when he heard the voice coming from the other line.

“Did you miss me?” Said Arlecchino The King of Riddles.

[dykejake]

accursed kiss | j.t.k | chapter one

pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

warnings: none in this chapter, but future chapters will be 18+!

summary: you, completely unaware of the dark curse you’re under, are falling in love with jake kiszka. he, unfortunately, becomes all too aware of both the curse & its repercussions. 

words: 1.5k

big, big love to @tripthelight-fanfic​ for being my beta on this work! 

i.               you

You’d lived your entire life in this tiny town – and despite most of your friends moving onto bigger and better things, you were perfectly content. The shop you owned, bits and bobs, was your pride & joy. It had already made you a liveable income, and once you’d expanded into online sales, things had just gotten better for you. You lived above the shop, a little apartment space that suited you simply perfectly. It was absolutely ideal for you.

Your clientele was pretty consistent, either the other witchy folk in town out for a new tarot deck or the tourists wanting to check it out for a souvenir to bring home. Other people might be bothered by selling genuine things they believed in as souvenirs to tourists, but this was your livelihood, so you didn’t care even a little.

It was year four of you running the little shop, and you could honestly describe the store as home. You had your very own restored vintage turntable at the back of the shop, your favourite records making up the soundtrack to your quaint, perfectly content little life.

And, of course, once you’d expanded into online sales, you’d needed to hire someone to help you package orders. You technically also needed someone to cover the shop when you were on holidays, but you hadn’t gone anywhere in… years. You weren’t sure why your brain was so foggy when it came to memories about holidays, but you didn’t mind much.

Life was good, and you couldn’t complain.

It was a perfectly average, lovely day, and you’d not even come close to having a clue as to how much your life was going to change.

There were three online orders to pack, so you made your way through the shop, collecting items to set aside for Kelly, your employee. She always faithfully packaged the orders, and was so much better at it than you could ever hope to be. You were near done, just two more items to grab, when the little chime you had above the door dingled.

You collected yourself, ready with your customer service smile, but the person who’d just walked through the door knocked the breath out of your lungs instantly.

Beautiful.

There was no other way to describe him. Chestnut brown hair that hung just below his shoulders, deep-set brown eyes, and a face that reminded you of the moon, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

He was looking around the shop, and like the stars were smiling down on you, had not noticed you yet.

You took one single breath in before moving closer to him, plastering a smile on your face.

“Hi! Can I help you find anything specific?”

His eyes met yours, and it was like he was staring into your soul.

“I’m just browsing, but thank you. I’ll be sure to ask if I need any assistance.”

“Of course, yeah. I’ll just be behind the counter if you need me.”

All thought had just exited your brain, your entire being focused on regaining your ability to breathe properly while this gorgeous man browsed your store.

There was something so casual about his existence, the way he seemed completely oblivious to how captivating he was. You were trying extremely hard not to stare, but mostly failing.

He looked up from the shelf of tarot cards, eyes once again meeting yours.

“Cute shop.”

You were stunned out of your reverie by his words. “Oh! Thanks.”

“You just work here, or…?”

“Uh, no. I’m y/n, and I own the store.”

He grinned at you, eyes boring into yours.

“You’re very intense.” It was supposed to be a whisper under your breath, but the smirk pulling at his lips told you he’d heard you loud and fucking clear.

He, however, clearly chose to avoid your comment. “I love Hozier.”

You were confused.

He pointed at the record player. “Hozier. Love him. Good choice.”

“Oh! Right, yes. Of course. His whole woodland elf vibe suits the shop, right?”

“It really does.”

You two just looked at each other with a moment. Jake’s gaze was intense, the eye contact honestly a bit unsettling.

“So… can I help you, or? You said you were browsing.”

“Oh! Yeah. I was looking at your crystals. I’m looking for amazonite, but you only have tumbles and towers. I was hoping for something raw, if you have it?”

You were slightly taken aback by his clear desire of what he wanted – it wasn’t like men didn’t come into your shop, but you weren’t used to ones who were knowledgable like this. But you smiled at him, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I might in the back. I think I grabbed two from over there to fulfill an online order earlier – just bear with.”

You darted into the back, fingers brushing the shelves to find exactly what he needed for him. The raw amazonite was at the very back of the shelf – you were near out. You made a mental note to order more, but you were secretly very very glad you’d had what he wanted. Rushing back out into the store with a smile, you took a good look at him before he noticed you. He really was stunning – not very tall, maybe 5’8” at best, but his stature was striking. The sun coming in from the window behind him did not aid matters at all – providing him with a halo, accentuating his absolutely perfect nose.

He interrupted your staring with a smirk. “Find it?”

“Yes! Here!” You were a little flustered, but didn’t let it affect your customer service. You placed the tower into his open hand with a toothy grin.

“Amazing. Do you mind if I just have a look around the rest of the store before you ring me up?”

“Of course! Feel free to explore!”

As he turned to keep browsing, you tried to observe without staring – completely unsure of whether or not you were succeeding.

“Sorry – I don’t mean to bother you while you shop – but are you from the area, or just visiting?”

“Who’s asking?” He responded with a wink, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Um, well. I suppose I am. It’s just a small town, and I know my clientele pretty well, so I’m just wondering if I should expect you in here more often!”

Nice save. The words echoed in your brain, but you weren’t entirely sure the voice in your head sounded like it always did. Weird.

“Just moved in. With my brothers. You know the kinda decrepit mansion on Hazelwood?”

“I do! Nobody’s lived there in years.”

“Yeah, we could fucking tell when we moved in. Sorry for swearing. It’s just, uh, my brothers and I kinda inherited it, and our mum suggested that instead of selling it, we move in. See how a different small town suited.”

“And? What do you think?”

“Well, we’re only on our second day here. But we like it so far.”

“I’m glad! Have you guys tried the café next door yet? Kiss of the Witch?”

“No, we haven’t yet. Why, s’it good?”

“Oh my god, it’s incredible. They do themed drinks, and the best sandwiches I’ve ever had in my entire life. Put it on the list, you have to go.”

He had moved till he was at the counter, a genuine smile on his face. “What if I took you there? Tomorrow at 10:30, brunch?”

“Like, with your brothers? Or just you?” It was a stupid question, but you felt the need to clarify. And, perhaps, shake his confidence for just a moment.

“Just me. That ok with you?”

“Yes, that would be okay with me!”

“Cool. See you then. Now, I’ll take the amazonite, and I’d also like this.” He placed a little purple box on the counter – your speciality. You called them “manifestation kits” – a jar of moon water, a bag of manifestation herbs, and a pack of affirmation cards hand-drawn by you.

You scanned the items with a smile, handing him the debit machine.

“You make these?” He gestured at the manifestation kits after tapping his card.

“I sure do! Be sure to let me know whether or not it ends up working out for you. I offer a full satisfaction guarantee.”

You were bluffing. You’d never told anyone that before, and they definitely didn’t come with that guarantee – you’d honestly gotten the idea off pinterest. You were no witch. But you wanted so badly to keep seeing him – even if brunch tomorrow didn’t go that well.

“Duly noted. See ya tomorrow, witchy woman.” He winked at you, then turned on his heel and exited the shop.

It took you a full hour to recover from the encounter, and return your breathing to what felt like somewhat normal. It was only after that hour you realized two things. One, you’d never gotten his name, and two, there was a tickle in the back of your throat and your breathing felt funny.

But oh well – you’d see him tomorrow.

b’s taglist:  @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw​, @screechesincoherently​, @tlexx​, @godblessmarywanna, @weightofdreams-gvf​, @fictional-duchess​, @ascendingtostardust​, @agirlwithmanytastes​, @earthlysorrows​, @fleetsonfire​, @tripthelight-fanfic​​, @godlygreta​​ 

series taglist: @dannyandthekiszkas​ @sarakay-gvf​ @capturethechaos​ @gardensgatedaisy @writingcold​

[demonateher]

Joys of being a predictable fangirl

I'm going on about three and a half years of obsession now. Most people who aren't totally dense in my social circles have come to associate KnY with how happy it makes me. Unlike many other obsessions over the years, this one is a bit worse because I like collecting stuff for it, which also sort of adds to the obsession.

So anyway, just some moments and interactions below the cut.

--A friend asked me once if I liked to keep the nice tins that sweets came in, even if they don't have the sweets. I assumed this question was in regard to KnY stuff and answered it depended on if I liked the designs. Sure enough, months later, she sent me a care package with KnY tins. Thing is, she had received these and eaten the sweets while they were still good. She took great care in filling them with regular grocery sweets, taping them shut, and returning them to the original packaging. I was surprised and found it funny.

--Formal New Years Greetings. My tea ceremony classmate and I are in nice kimono, bowing with foreheads close to the tatami, asking to be in each other's good care and company in the coming year. As such, she formally asks if I would do her the favor of attending a movie theater showing of KnY with her again. I humbly accepted.

--When I had the opportunity to visit my family last year I took it upon myself to teach my youngest siblings some basic swordsmanship (you know, in case they ever need it). While explaining how they keep the tip of the katana consistently aimed at their opponent's throat while changing stances, as though there's a line extending from the tip, one of them (who has only casually watched the anime) responded with, "oh, you mean like in Kimetsu no Yaiba?" and my heart was warmed with pride.

--A local friend not asking me, 'Do you want to go to the Total Concentration exhibit together,' but instead, "what day do you want to go?"

--I had a very, very, very long day a few months ago and got stuck taking care of a lot of stuff in overtime. A part-timer wanted to get me something sweet at the convenience store to cheer me on, and asked what I wanted. I asked for the cheap wafer snacks with collectable stickers and she hunted them down and obliged.

--One of my other previous coworkers also brought me cheap KnY snacks sometimes, unprompted. Other times he felt he should inform me of things like KnY yatsuhashi on sale at the train station (which I thanked him for but also informed him I had bought some already).

--A best friend of mine, whom I haven't gotten to watch it, is nonetheless supportive of my interests. She knows how much I require total darkness to sleep and how excited I was for how well the KnY eyemasks worked for me, but I bemoaned in passing that the straps on my Nezuko and Zenitsu eyemasks (which were of course chosen because they were funny as eyemasks) were too loose to use them well anymore. While I went to work she went sightseeing, and that evening, she pulled out a present saying, "here, you don't have this one yet!" and it was a Tanjiro eye mask. That is currently what I wear to bed.

--This one is a little complicated. I did successfully drag another bestie into KnY, and her immediate favorite was Inosuke, though she's admitted that she mainly stays familiar with KnY through the joy that I keep getting out of it. When she finally moved to Japan after many pandemic related delays, I had a box of tissues with Inosuke on it (because that's funny) to give her as a housewarming gift. However, not even 15 minutes into our long-awaited reunion she underwent a small tragedy, and as she having a serious breakdown, I, albeit recognizing the levity of the box decor was not quite fitting for the situation, opened my suitcase to pull out a big box of Inosuke tissues for her. Thankfully she found it funny. ----Part two, I have given her a small handful of other KnY things. Like the care-package I sent her while she was stuck in quarantine? She didn't give me enough detail about what she wanted, so of course I just gave her a bunch of cheap KnY snacks of my choosing. There's also been a cute Inosuke accessory or two here or there. She kept saying that someday, someone was going to go over to her house and assume that she was a huge fan due to all the KnY stuff she had gotten from me (and enjoys due to associating it with me). And then it happened! And that person also happened to be a big fan and was thrilled. Long story short, we very, very unexpectedly got to meet each other for about an hour the following day, and we had a special moment with glitter and flowers filling the air around us.

--Day one of my new job, feeling nervous and excited, navigating my way through a transfer at a very busy subway station, I'm looking around for a sign and then bam, there's Tanjiro on a screen. Joy! That is always pleasant. While passing by the posters for the Osaka Metro event going on, the friends who I got dinner with last night of course immediately looked to me to be sure I saw it.

--Speaking of Tanjiro, I'm grateful to be involved with outside activities where everyone knows my KnY fandom enough that I'm not shy at all to use KnY LINE stickers in group chats, which I'm otherwise too shy to use in, say, work chats. I got a couple of messages of people wishing me luck and I had the pleasure of responding with Sumiko, in full make-up, promising to work hard.

Oh, at the new job? They don't know yet. I'm sure they'll find out I like KnY. Then it'll be a question of when they find out how much.

[stevestonbike]

Learning new things.

My new wheels arrived for the Canyon. It came with alloy wheels and quite fat tires. Upside of that is the ride was soft and comfortable. Downside it was as aero as a comfort bike without the wicker basket. The tires were chubby.

So I fussed and fretted and shopped and bought a set of carbon 50mm deep HUNT Aero 50s. They were on sale as I think that particular design is being replaced. It cost a bit more than the set of wheels from China, but at least I am buying from a company based in the UK. Everything is built in Asia, and if I have a choice for Bike bits Taiwan is number one as this is. And the UK respects warranties.

I had to learn about mounting bike discs. Not as straight forward as I thought.

The wheels arrived and yesterday I set about installing them. I had to swap the brake discs on both wheels which I had never done, and the cassette on the rear which I have done hundreds of times. I thought that the tool used to remove the threaded part securing the discs was actually the same one used to do the cassette. At least that was as advertised. Nope.

I had another tool that grabbed the outside of the part rather than the inside as this thing had bumps for both types. That tool is for bottom brackets. I had a hard time with them as I felt the tool slip. Oh dear do I have to go to the bike shop? I almost gave in. I even took a small torch to heat the piece thinking that would help. No Joy. So I looked at doing the other wheel so at least one would be ready. Then I realized the slipping like a bump was actually not between the tool and the nut, but part of the retaining detentes on the the ring thing. Emboldened I went for it.

The brake discs were swapped. Then the cassette. If you have done one of those stacked cassettes its so much fun right? Almost there.

I had a new set of tires I had bought last year when I thought that Trek was coming. These were Pirelli Velo 25s. I found lots of conflicting information on these mounting them on the HUNT wheels.

First Pirelli had a chart on the box with recommended minimum pressures. As listed for my body weight it was 105 psi MINIMUM! HUNT had listed for my body weight a maximum pressure of 95 psi. Errr.

The HUNT wheels are wider with an internal width of just a bit more than 19mm rather than the standard 17mm. That means my 25 mm tires become 28mm wide when mounted. A note on the Pirelli box said if you have a 19mm wide rim you can reduce the pressure by 9 psi. OK that gives me 96 psi which is close to the HUNT figure. Further Pirelli says if the road is rough you can reduce the pressure another 5 psi. Damn this is complicated.

I go on the Pirelli website and my tires are no longer listed. They have new ones. The closest to mine are now 26mm. Also it seems that some tires can be run either tubeless or not. The wheels will work tubeless, but I have heard bad stories about tubeless. One friend says they are always going flat and last only a month or two. He is a big guy. ( A bit heavier than I am.)

It gets weirder in that they now have exotic inner tubes for Pirellis at least that are very light so they weigh less than tubeless and even tubular glue-on tires. Those tubes are almost the same price as the tires, and you need a special patch kit if they puncture. Too much for my brain right now. I am recycling some old rubber inner tubes for now and have some new ones on order.

I decided to set the tire pressure to 95 psi on the rear and 85 on the front. The rear takes about 2/3s of my weight. No bike riding position evenly distributes the weight front to back. If I stand on the pedals it is more like 60% / 40%. I enjoyed the lack of buzz on my hands with the fat tires. Lower pressure helps.

I also have to tweak the derailleur as the new wheels shifted the cassette a wee bit. Maybe I should have popped in that spacer. Was it for 10 to 11 speed, or 11 to 12 speed? No FN idea. A twist of the adjuster fixes it. That is the one real advantage of a Di2 shifter. It adjusts itself.

So all buttoned up and I will see on today's VYR run. I'm Aero again!

[tiny-tigers]

OMG THE SINISTER SMILE - you found it!!! 👀😳😒😖🚩

I agree, it must be a bit of jealousy - they come from an ultra competitive family so it makes sense but still...😒

Also if I'm being completely honest, I always got the impression Alice was actually after Fred not Harry...............👀🥴🙈 same age as Fred, same circles growing up but couldn't get him so went for the older brother instead...she was so quick to unfollow Fred when she noticed his unfollow 😅😳 bitter much??

I digress...

I didn't notice much after the Sale game! (think my coverage cut out) but when Fred was sobbing in the changing room video, Jack is sat directly in front of him?? Also sometimes when you're as close as those two are, you kind of know each other inside out so you check on others instead if that makes sense? Either that or they knew they were off on holiday together so didn't need to chat 😂

Yup' I was searching in my tagged "leinster" and it was just around when I had a massive breakdown when a certain "someone" was being very insensitive towards me. How to forget ? (forgive)

Jack was captain on a Tuesday and was unlikely to play on Saturday when I was supposed to meet him for the first time, I had a very tough week before going to England (friendship break up and other stuffs). Long story short I was very much crying and down because of it all. I also had put a lot of effort into his gifts and that trip was expensive. It is this precise moment that someone had chosen and during all the game that Jack captained, to tell me on multiple occasions that he will not be there at the match on Saturday and it wasn't even worth hoping for it. That someone was systematically putting some thumbs up in the chat when my messages were carrying some desperate accents. ... Passive aggressive discourse to me since day one , I never understood why she actually stayed in my discord and why I never had the guts to kick her out, but she at one point was straight up ignoring me and writing when I was not there so if I wanted to see her messages I had to catch all up. Anyways I digress

Oh I'm very sure there is a rivalry between him and Harry, also because Harry should be his model as the big bro and it is actually Fredda the most successful so Guy (who seems out of it and looks really chill) might look up at middle Stew for a role model and not big Stew ?

Oh I get that vibe too about Alice , but she has a real something to her face that makes her look mean like a bitch resting face or something so I might see her as a very much calculator person when she might not be in reality?

Oh yeah that's why I kept the footage and posted it but basically, we don't see Freddie crying ( >< he was against Montpellier and Challenge cup) but Jack fell off directly on the ground after the final whistle. Then you see DK sitting on the ground then you see some sale players coming to Jack (roebuck and another one) still prostrated like a sculpture of lament and then he gets up , you see the usual shaking hands + you see Jack up in the background wiping his tears while talking to other sale players and George coming to him and patting the back of his head :((((((( They cut it short because they focused on Sale celebrations after it. The changing room is another LEVEL ? Never saw all of them crying like that ???? The only time I had seen crying Jack so much it was for his first cap :'( but it was out of JOY ! They need to chat about that tho, it's another proof of his emotional instability lately. I mean ...

Lately it's kind of worrying me a bit // to usual :

More fights in and off pitch ( the bar fight + destroying stuffs around while being a sub)

More crycry ( after all blacks and sale mostly , after defeats.. )

Excusing himself on media for not being the finished product

The media coverage and pressure are being A LOT

The radio silence periods on his socials and avoiding a bit of media

The performance ratio being low increasing // being good

The average form: mental/physical doesn't seem on top

More prone to injuries (fingers/arm/leg had bandages all year long... )

[yorkshirewerewolf]

Toys I Had As A Kid #875 Little Big Man

In the early 1970's, I was lucky enough as a child to go abroad on a "package holiday" to Italy. I travelled with Mum, Dad and Dad's teammates and their families as the trip was a mixture of sport and holiday ( my Dad played baseball (yes! British baseball!)

My recollections of the trip are fragmented, re-enforced by the vast amount of photos my Mum took during the trip, but it's the toys I returned with from Italy that stuck with me, over the years. A large plastic military vehicle, a tin plate space ray gun and a large battery powered toy chopper motor cycle. The motor cycle had lots of flashing lights, loud sound effects as the bike travelled in a straight line, every so often it popped a wheelie. Fun while the batteries lasted! But the star of the show was bought in the airport gift shop on the journey home.

The "Little Big Man Alpine Adventure action figure set!

A recall the excitement of seeing the tiny action figure, lots of equipment and even a comic book inside! I was under strict instructions NOT to open the packaging until we arrived home, I can still recall the bitter sweet journey back from the airport.

Once home, the excitement of having a Little Big Man soon turned to frustration, for an under ten year old me. It might have been a big seller in Italy but no toy shop in my city stocked the action figure range. Then there was the issue regarding the scale!

As a child I was obsessed with having the correct scale for my toys, be it Matchbox cars, toy soldiers etc.

I had action men ( GI Joe) and other figures but non in the size of the little Italian dude.

Stuck with one outfit, and a single SLR rifle it soon fell from favour.

Then the following November, the UK TV Xmas toy commercials started. And who should pop up?

Yup! Little big man baby!

Oh the joy! Palitoy, the company behind action man was pushing the little guy big time, lots of sets to collect, weapons and uniform packs as well .

That Christmas Santa gave me the " Diver Adventure Set". So I now Ihad two figures!

And that would be the extent of my collection. Our local toy shop eventually stocked the pocket money weapon and accessory packs. But the full adventure sets were as rare as rocking horse poo! I recall the accessories were very brittle, which resulted in many broken items

The smaller scale sadly wouldn't catch on in the UK until the Star Wars Movie range, Action Man being the big seller.

I would look through the various sets  in the catalogue, making up scenarios for future playtimes, sadly never played as the range soon became hard to find, lots of sets disposed of in sales at Woolies.

The one set I really wanted was the Royal mounted police set. Unfortunately I'd never see it, but my redeemer came a few years later As a member of the Action Man Club, if you collected enough if the free stamps you cut out of the packaging, you could send away for The Mountie uUniform! Which I did!

And it was exactly what I longed for... only alot Bigger!

If you're interested in finding out more about little big man The site above is full of information !

I am always surprised when I see a photo of a long forgotten toy, game or TV series, that rush of endorphins when you ride those comforting waves of nostalgia. Hope you too share that sensation.

Till the next time

Seethee later!

[blueempty]

Oh yeah, its 4:30am alright

Listen kid, there's two ways to live ya life. You either post on your sky blog at 10pm because youre going to bed at 12am, or you post at demon hours because you decided it was your night to experience joy. I decided it was my night to draw

I've had big Fairune brain the past few days because I've been needing to finish the collection and I finally did. I found out there's a new one coming out this year and got excited until i saw it looks more like their games they made after Fairune which does not spark joy. I rememered having seen their game Kamiko on sale forever ago and liking the title screen art and then immediately nope'ing out when I saw what the game looked like. The old artist must've left or taken a dark path at some point because the Fairune 1 and 2 art is really really good, but then for Kamiko, Transiruby, and their slow life RPG thing I cant remember the name of, they switched to this generic early kickstarter era indie pixel art thing where the sprites legs are one pixel wide and they dont have enough frames of animation for how detailed they are and its just not great. Regardless, Kamiko is on sale on switch for $1.99 right now and I had 192 gold coins, so I bought it for 7 cents. I havent played much but uh, I wish that new Fairune was like the old ones lets just say that

I'm beginning to absolutely fucking love the PC88. The games EGG Console put out are all so fucked and jank but they arent unfun to play like bad NES or Genesis games. Silpheed is legitimately good, I'm talking more about Hydlide and Relics. I mention this because what made me play Fairune was that Hydlide wasnt on the switch lol. But I also just watched a video on Xanadu and like man. Like I dont think games should be that anti-player but literally zero games are released today that have that energy. Like imagine if the Marvelous guys were still making games like Chulip and Moon. Where theyre unbelievably charming and deep but they also fucking hate you and if you dont know all the enemies despawn if you kill them 3 times the game becomes incompletable. I guess Dark Souls 2 was like that

Anyways its my partners birthday tomorrow (cuz I havent slept yet tomorrow means friday) and were going to da zoo baybee, during a massive covid surge baybee, with non refundable tickets and N95s in our hands baybeeee. The event were going to starts late tho so I'll be fine on sleep. Lately I've been being a better employee and getting into work earlier, and actually doing my job for 7 hours than leaving and going to bed by 3am at the latest. Thats why most of my posts have been baffling or short, this shit sucks man. No time for Barony hat update. But I'm not working any extra days this weekend so i'm gonna eat all the hats that game has to offer soon

Peace and Long Life

[curveybay]

When it seemed to come to an end and Cho-Cho had released him, that pop sending another spark throughout his body, he leaned the wall closely behind him. How was he able to….give her all of that?! Was she using her chakra to somehow enhance or mess with his body? Max looked to the side and saw people quickly scamper away. It seems he hadn’t dragged Cho-Cho as deep into the alleyway as he’d thought as he could easily see the wide paths people walked about….how many had seen the two of them?

Though….the effects of Cho-Cho imbuing his dick and balls with chakra were still very apparent against her face…and then an idea came to him as he made the rounder nin stand. That’s when he poked at her stomach with his dick until it was at her belly button. Suddenly he would thrust forward and it was like her stomach had swallowed his dick whole! That’s when Max reached around and groped her fat ass before starting to thrust against her stomach, making her whole body shake and jiggle. Part of his more perverted side bet she had never done something like this before….well neither had he but it looked like it was working. It was like he had discovered a new hole that he could only fuck using Cho-Cho. It seemed he might end up as a prize for any Akemichi woman if Cho-Cho brought him around.

[Belly-fucking is so hot! I have enjoyed this RP so much]

Cho-Cho watched as Max turned to see some losers scatter away after watching her be fed the biggest meal of her entire life. She didn't care who watched so long as Max kept giving everything he had to her. The look of shock slipped off of his face as he turned back from the opening of the alley to her ... and to his new cock and balls. Cho-Cho knew now that she must have triggered some form of Multi-Size technique to get him as massive as he was, or maybe her chakra had just helped him achieve his true size. As he wasn't shrinking back down to what he had been before she had throated him.

The stuffed kunoichi squealed in excitement as she was pulled to her feet, and her belly slapped against her thighs as she was led to the opposite wall of the alley. That's when she saw the same look she had given him not moments earlier before falling to her knees. She knew that Max was hungry, deeply, passionately hungry, and there was only one thing he wanted that could satisfy him: her body. And right now, she was on sale and super-sized, a standing buffet for Max to lose himself in.

She loved feeling his throbbing cock slide against her belly as his hands worshipped her body. She'd fucked her civilian and even shinobi admirers before, but none had the passion or the erotic fervour that Max had; he was ruining her for all other men. That's when she felt him pull his hips away from her, Cho-Cho let out a small whimper of need that swiftly became a squeal of joy as he slammed into her belly button. She giggled as she heard Max gasp out in shock before grunting from pleasure. "Oh... Ooooh... wanna fuck this big fat fucking belly, huh? You made it so you get to fuck it." Cho-Cho mewled out as she felt his hands slam and sink into her massive meaty ass cheeks. She was lost in her own pleasure as he made every inch of her wobble and jiggle with every spank and thrust he gave her.

The pleasure that pulsed and surged through her as Max fucked her belly button was new and wild to the Akemichi kunoichi. Each thrust pulled a mewl, whimper, or moan from her lips; she was even sure she had begged him for more, to go faster, deeper, to cum and in and all over her again. Cho-Cho squealed. "FUCK MY BELLY, CUM IN MY GUT ALL OVER AGAIN! FILL ME!" Her body was unable to contain all the pleasure she was experiencing and the mocha BBW found herself in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

N-no one else can have him... M-Max belongs to the Akemichi... H-he belongs to me... Cho-Cho thought while being consumed in her euphoria.

[frazzleboop]

[Lighthouse] - Pirate!Sundrop/Moondrop x Reader - Part 1

Here it is, finally! This took a while to write but I hope you enjoy it! I’ve got several ideas of where to take this story from here, but this is just the beginning! Ties into the last story a lil bit~ Quick Edit - Found a small grammatical error that was bugging me.

Words: 4,745

Cw: None

Pairing(s): Sundrop x fem!reader, mentions of Moondrop

Let these eyes be a lighthouse Let these arms be a safe harbor Let this heart be a long awaited shore - Tiffany Aurora

“I’m sorry, you want me to what?” You could only stare incredulously at your boss—or rather, at the very large silicone costume piece she now held aloft, wiggling it in front of you as though trying to tempt you with it. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, looking much like a gaping fish as your brain tries to process this new development in your career. She couldn’t be serious… “You know I’m a concession worker, not a character actor, right?” After a long moment of the two of you staring at each other, you let out a soft expletive on an exhale. “Oh my god, you’re not kidding, are you?”

“We originally had Tabitha lined up for this part, months ago, but then—you know—the baby and her being on maternity leave,” Sharon trails off, sheepishly, leading you to realize that there didn’t seem to be much forethought put into the fact that their only employee set to fill the role in question had been a ticking time bomb what with her pregnancy. Now, with Foxy’s Pirate Week looming on the horizon, the Pizza Plex’s only character actor was out for the next two and a half months, tending to a little one of her own, her first.—(You’d happily sent her a baby gift basket and a hand-written card practically begging her to bring her little one to work to meet the rest of the crew as soon as possible; you’d been so excited and a little envious that one of your coworkers was going to be a mother—damn baby fever…)—“I mean, I could have asked some of the other staff, but the regular kids all know and love you, and it would mean so, so much to them.”

Right, the children. As the head of your department—the lead concession stand attendant, and by extension, theater attendant—you got the chance to work with children of all ages, most of whom were regulars of the Superstar Daycare just outside your doors. It was a joy to see them all go parading through to catch a showing of the latest Fazbear Entertainment feature film, live magic or comedy show, or even one of Sun’s more theatrical puppet shows. Something you looked forward to every shift.

“Plus,” she continues, “Sun seemed to think it was a good idea, too, which is a first for me. I’ve never heard him so passionate about anything other than arts and crafts supplies.”

You blink. “Sun did…?”

“Yeah, he’s the one who suggested you for the job.” She shrugs a shoulder, nonchalantly. “Honestly, I don’t have the heart to disagree with him. You do like kids, don’t you?”

You do; absolutely, you do. But it was more than that. A big part of you (the former theater kid in you which you repressed after graduating high school to make it in the ‘real world’) is secretly loving this idea. To be able to dress up as a character, play a more direct part in making smiles appear on the faces of the kids who come around, taking pictures with them… There’s an odd twinge of nervous excitement and apprehension in your chest at the thought of it. ‘Pre-show jitters,’ you can’t help but think.

“What about the theater? Who’s going to take my shift?” With the influx of kids for this pirate-themed week of fun, you knew that the cinema was going to be swamped with showings of ‘Captain Foxy’s Pirate Adventure’. On a normal workweek, you could have anywhere between thirty to seventy kids a day going in and out of the theater. But the Pizza Plex had been advertising this week for the last three months; the sales department had pulled out all the stops to encourage more families to join in the festivities, even going so far as to offer season passes at a discount if made within the several weeks leading up to Pirate Week. It was everywhere on TV. There was a new wave of merchandise stocked up and even the promise of seeing the animatronics decked out in pirate- and nautical-themed costumes. It was looking to be quite the event.

You just didn’t want to think that your coworker, Ben, would be all alone, dealing with families and screaming children by the hundreds day in and day out. He was still a teenager, swamped with homework, midterms and college applications to look into. You didn’t want him to up and quit because you got moved to a different department during peak crazy season and left him to the sharks.

“We’re shifting several people around, so don’t worry. Ben won’t have any lack of help,” Sharon assures you. “And you’ll be compensated for this, I promise. I know that it’s super last minute, and I hate to dump it on you, but you’re really our only hope, [Y/N].” Again, she dangles the costume before you, and your eyes take in the tantalizing bloom of color swirling along the silicone. It is rather pretty… You had such a soft spot for costume design.

Think of the children. How could you say no to them?

You snatch the costume with a forced sigh, feigning your displeasure at the situation, even as the corner of your mouth twitches upward. “You owe me big time for this one.”

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In all honesty, you could see why Pirate Week drew in such a large crowd. The Pizza Plex had spared no expense in making this the event to remember. Everywhere you looked, nautical themes and decorations galore. Children were given paper pirate hats at the entrance to the establishment, as well as a themed notepad for getting all the characters’ autographs. But it wasn’t until you clocked in and passed by Rockstar Row that you got a good look at the main attractions.

The fearsome foursome, the main band, dressed to the nines in pirate garb, complete with plastic sabers and faux flintlock pistols strapped to their hips. You’d never before seen the Glamrocks’ physical appearances change outside of specific advertisements, so it was almost jarring to see Freddy with a tricorn cap and long coat or Chica with a bandana and buckles. Though, you could have sworn her persona in ‘Captain Foxy’s Pirate Adventure’ was meant to be a mermaid—if the Chica of the Sea posters were anything to go by—but you supposed a fish tail would be too drastic and difficult a change for Parts and Services to achieve for the animatronic in question. After all, how was she meant to wander around the Pizza Plex and sign autographs for the kids if she couldn’t walk?

Besides, that was your job now, anyway.

For the next week, you would be delegated to several locations around the Pizza Plex, however your main port of call would be Kid’s Cove, just outside the Daycare’s lower entrances. Your costume in question being the large, bulky, heavy silicone mermaid tail you’d been given by your boss, along with a matching seashell halter top and the instructions for the face paint and hairstyle to complete the look. You weren’t about to lie; you felt both ridiculous and gorgeous simultaneously. An adult getting paid to dress up as a knockoff Ariel and wave at kids as they went by? You had to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t some wacky fever dream. This was your childhood fantasy come true.

Learning to put on the tail had been a feat in and of itself; the past few nights spent searching for tutorials on YouTube leading to practicing in your own bathroom. Why they’d gone for a silicone tail and not neoprene, you’ll never know. It was so much of a hassle to get into, requiring a couple hand towels to achieve a proper grip, as well as a water-based lubricant to get you slippery enough to slide your legs into the tail without damaging it. Plus, it was heavy and moving around in it was nigh impossible for you who were not used to it. Lucky for you, you weren’t expected to have to really walk around anywhere, and you were told you’d have someone helping you in the event you needed to move locations or get to the nearest employee restroom. In the meantime, you’d just get to lounge around whatever station they stuck you at for that time block.

Still, you had to admit, the tail was a beautiful piece, an intricately detailed monofin in a shimmery gold, silver and deep blue swirl. You vaguely wonder if you could convince your boss to allow you to keep it. Maybe it would come out of your paycheck, but it would be so worth it to own such a thing.

You prep yourself in the restroom, already having applied your makeup and hair at home ahead of time to the best of your ability to do so, you slip into the halter, self-conscious of how much skin it shows compared to your normal uniform. You aren’t exactly used to having your arms and shoulders so bare, nor having part of your chest and midriff exposed as the top hugged your curves. But, hey, a costume is a costume, and this is still a relatively kid-friendly design; it’s not like you were applying for a job at Ye Olde Pirate Hooters. With any luck, you wouldn’t get any snide comments or too much side-eye from the older crowd.

Getting into the tail is a whole other story, though. While you’re fairly confident in your ability to put it on, it still is rather heavy and cumbersome to attempt to move around in, you resorting to holding yourself up against a wall and giving a little hop to get around. Hopefully whomever was assigned to help you would be here soon; maybe they’d just bring out a wheelchair to steer you around in, who knows?

Your first stop, Kid’s Cove. The large play structures of Foxy’s pirate ship, large buoys, a bonfire, and a lighthouse and dock, as well as a statue of the esteemed pirate captain himself come swiftly into view. A seat on the dock next to the lighthouse sounds like the perfect place for you to set up shop, thus you find yourself hopping along, feeling a lot like some deranged mer-rabbit. Your less-than-graceful entrance did not go entirely unnoticed as you see several children on their way past Kid’s Cove or going to or from Monty’s Gator Golf turn their heads in your direction, some pointing you out to their parents, who turned to regard you with a chuckle that seemed more pity than anything else.

You manage a little waggle of your fingers in their direction, but mostly concern yourself with trying to not fall over. Balance was swiftly becoming an issue as you had to keep your momentum going, like the world’s longest and most embarrassing game of hopscotch. How far was it to this pier? Where in God’s name was your assistant?

Suddenly, you’re thrust forward as one good hop ends with the floppy monofin folding under itself and throwing you completely off balance. You let out a squeak of terror, arms thrown out to catch and hold onto anything, but it’s too late, there’s nothing to hold you up, and you redirect them to brace for impact with the ground.

But it never comes.

“Whoa-ho-ho! Ahoy there, Starshine!” A familiar, cheerful voice sounds in your ear as two strong mechanical arms wrap firmly around your torso and haul you back into a solid chest plate. Your hands go to grasp at those holding you in place and you crane your neck back to see the daycare attendant staring back down at you, wide, chipper smile in its usual place and white eyes beaming with glee. “Or should I call you Starfish?” You relax in his grasp even as you struggle to get your feet properly under you again.

“Oh, Sunny, thank goodness it’s you,” you breathe, relief flooding your system and chasing out the adrenaline rush from the scare of falling. Now that that crisis was averted… “What are you doing out of the daycare? Not that I’m not happy to see you.”

“Oh, right! About that!” he chirps, merrily, but stops himself abruptly, turning you slightly in his arms. “Oh– well– before we get to that, where are you trying to go?” You point to the lighthouse and the pier and he nods, quickly. “Gotcha, gotcha, alley-oop!” Sunny repositions his hands to support your shoulders and catch under your knees, lifting you into his arms like it’s the easiest feat in the world, and for being a seven-foot tall being made entirely of metal, you suppose it probably wasn’t too difficult. He had to be built strong and resilient to keep up with toddlers and young kids using him as their own personal jungle gym.

Being princess-carried by Sun hadn’t been in your list of things to do today, but you can’t say you were complaining. Far from it, actually. His grasp on you is strong and supportive, yet unerringly gentle and surprisingly comfortable. Your mind reels back to that day in the theater when he’d asked for a kiss and runs wild with the memory of it.

Oh, lord, you were not crushing on the daycare attendant animatronic, you were not.

Sunny places you on the pier, your silicone-clad legs dangling off the edge, and joins you there. One of his hands barely grazes your lower back for support as you shift yourself into a more comfortable position before turning to look at him fully. Well, color you surprised, for it seems that Sunny (and Moon, if you had to hazard a guess) had also gotten the pirate treatment. You’d never seen them in anything but their normal, everyday outfits that you hadn’t really expected to see them in much else. But yet, here he is, clad in what appears to be a loose shirt with billowy sleeves and an open, ruffled collar, and the same sort of striped, ballooned pants he typically wore, but stuffed into tall boots with the usual stylized curl to the toes. He’s festooned with all manner of belts, buckles, and frilled sashes, a plastic saber at his side, and several of the sun rays at the top of his head are pressed in due to the bandana and tricorn hat he now sports.

You weren’t about to lie; he looks good. Still the same tall, goofy, loveable Sun that the kids (and you) were so fond of, but you had to agree that most everything looked better when turned into a pirate.

“Oh, Sunny! Look at you!” You gesture to his outfit, barely able to contain your excitement. “You look great!”

The full force of his smile is turned your way, what rays are left around the sides and bottom of his face wiggling in enthusiasm. “Yeah, well, look who’s talking! You look so pretty, oh, the little ones are going to just love, love, LOVE you!” His arms snake around you and pull you into a bone-crushing hug. “Are you excited for today, Starfish? Are ya?”

Starfish. Well, if that isn’t the cutest nickname he’s given you yet, you don’t know what is. Your face warms at the sentiment before you pull your attention back to your previous query.

“But, wait, Sunny, I’m confused,” you tell him, turning in his grasp as he still hasn’t let go of you, “The Daycare should be open by now. If you’re here, who’s with the kids?”

“Oh, right, that!” Sunny taps his palm against the side of his head as if it had slipped his mind in the two minutes since you’d brought it up. The arms surrounding you slowly pull back to allow you room to breathe. He kicks his feet out off the pier and sways side to side; the boy couldn’t sit still for the life of him. It was so endearing. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear. The Daycare is closed for maintenance this week.”

Well, that was news to you. What a time for it to close. You’d honestly expected that the daycare would be full to bursting with little ones, and that Sun and Moon would have their hands full trying to wrangle them together into some semblance of playtime.

“Wow, so then I guess this must be like a break or a vacation for you, huh?” You go to lean forward to sit your elbows in your lap, but the movement nearly upsets your balance once again. It’s not a terribly far drop to the ground, but not one you’d like to stick a landing with using your face. Immediately Sunny’s hand shoots out to scoop high around your middle and right you with a warbling giggle and a soft “Careful, little Starfish,” out of his voice box.

“Oh, no, no, not really like a vacation. Though, I suppose I could call it a break from my usual work. But, nope, still working, just, out here instead of in there.” Sun gives your side a gentle shake to emphasize ’here’. “I’m going to be your ‘first mate’, all week! We’re working together! Isn’t this great?”

“You— huh?”

“Well, Tabi’s having her baby, you know, so the boss lady was in dire need of assistance, and I just knew you were the perfect, perfect, perfect fit for the job, so I brought it up to her, and she seemed to like the idea, and then I really thought about it. I said to myself, I said, ‘Well, gee, Sunny, if [Y/N] is going to play the mermaid, she’s going to need some help getting around the Pizza Plex, why don’t you be the one to do it?’ So I ran it by Moon and he agreed, so then I ran it by Ms. Sharon and she agreed, and so here I am!” By the end of Sun’s breathless ramble, he’s twiddling his thumbs together and beaming at you, expectantly, awaiting your reaction.

You can’t help the smile forcing it’s way past your lips. You’d always had a soft spot for the daycare attendant. Seeing his bright and bubbly personality day in and day out as he led several groups of children into the theater for movie time always had a way of brightening your day.

You didn’t get a chance to see Moon too terribly often, given his job was to lead the kids to the nap corner, but on the off-chance that the movie time began to run into nap time, occasionally you would see him leading the sleepy children back out and into the daycare, sometimes with one or two particularly drowsy tots tucked into his long arms. He would usually just offer you a small look of gratitude for doing your part in cleaning up after them, not really much for conversation; marching calmly along to the soft tunes of a lullaby that emanated from his form.

So, to hear that Sun’s more reserved sleepytime counterpart had had a say in the decision to oust you from the dim recesses of the theater and thrust you into the spotlight of a (albeit, minor) character role… well, you’re intrigued to say the least. And, hey, you’d always welcome any excuse to work one-on-one with Sunny. Who knows? Maybe it would also give you a chance to learn more about Moon, as well.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m glad I finally get to work with you, Sunny,” you admit, and that seems to make him just giddy, rays wiggling in delight. You smile back at him, infected by how happy he seems at the prospect of working together to entertain the kids. A thought occurs to you and you’re sure to raise your voice a smidge to add, “And you, too, Moonie, if you’re listening.”

You catch the way your sun-shaped coworker seems to pause and process those words, his smile doing its funny trick of seeming to shift and stretch even wider in a certain light, and now he’s practically buzzing in joy. “Oh, he is, Starshine, and he says ‘likewise’!”

It’s so strange. If you squint, you could swear that the coloration of his faceplate seemed to deepen a touch around his round cheeks; was he… blushing? You lean in to get a better look, finding he seems to be mimicking the action and bending more towards you, as well. He’s so close that you can see the detail put into the lunar-half of his face and the slight indents there to simulate craters; so close now that you can feel the warmth just rolling off his form. You’re suddenly reminded of his closeness from before, of him cheekily requesting a kiss on the cheek in the dim interior of the theater, a gesture it’s entirely too tempting to repeat. One you find yourself kind of wanting to repeat…

“There you both are! Oh, just look at the two of you! I couldn’t imagine a more perfect pair! Ooooh, the kids will be so thrilled!”

You pull back, head whipping around to see Sharon strolling towards you, using her hands to make a picture frame gesture as though she were sizing up the image of you and Sunny sitting together. You can barely hold back the blush creeping up your chest and neck at the thoughts that had just raced through your mind only seconds ago, covering your embarrassment with a cough and settling for picking at the edges of your halter and adjusting it, needlessly. Anything to keep your hands busy.

Could Sharon read minds? You certainly hope she can’t because it was going to be hard to explain the idea that you were thinking about kissing the daycare attendant. Again.

Oh lord, you are crushing on the daycare attendant.

Sun, oblivious to your internal plight, waves fervently as your boss approaches. “Helloooo Ms. Sharon! I was just telling [Y/N] that! It’s not every day that I get to stretch my legs outside the daycare. So many new and returning friends! I’m excited! Are you excited, Starfish?” He nudges you gently to bring your focus back from inside the space between your ears and into the present again.

“Well, you both look great. Glad to see the costume fits.” Sharon reaches out a hand and gives your arm a little rub. “Are you nervous?”

You shrug a shoulder. “I guess a little bit.” At this, you take notice of how Sun’s hand comes to rest lightly on the small of your back, large thumb rubbing a little circle into your skin in what you assume was meant to be reassuring. “I’m sure it’ll pass, though.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll do great. You have a good partner, after all.” Sharon lifts her head to fix Sun with a look. “Take care of her, Sun.”

The jubilant animatronic sways and gives your boss a salute. “Aye, aye, ma’am! Don’t worry, our little Starfish is in good hands!”

Putting her hands on her hips, Sharon gives the both of you another look over. “Good, good. Oh! Before I forget,” she says, moving to grab something out of her bag, “these are for you both.” She holds up what looks like small notebooks with the Fazbear Entertainment logo in the front, one each for you and Sun to take. “Sun, I trust you brought something to write with?”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes! How could I ever forget?” He hums to himself as he digs around in one of his pockets and produces a bunch of glittery gel pens in a variety of colors, before turning to you and fanning them out. “Which color do you want? You can pick first!”

“Um, this is for…?” you trail off even as you close your hand around one of the colors and Sun relinquishes his hold on it. You watch him debate between the remaining few colors for a good moment before finally picking two out; one for him and one for Moon, you’d guess. The rest disappear back into his pocket.

“Your autographs, of course,” Sharon states, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Well, that does make some modicum of sense, though you hadn’t expected you would need to.

“Am… do I need to sign my name in character…?” You realize you hadn’t really been given a character name yet; had you known about it beforehand—(you probably should have thought about it sooner, you mentally kick yourself)—you might have tried to practice a bit at home in between your sessions of getting in and out of your tail. Most character actors you knew were supposed to practice and perfect their character’s signatures, likely having to sign a few thousand autograph books during the course of the day.

“Hmm, no, not really,” Sharon states, “This character is just a fun little side character for the children to interact with, with more appeal to those who may prefer a more… human approach. No offense, Sun.”

“None taken,” he replies, simply, with a wave of his hand. “Sometimes some of our new friends need to warm up to us animatronics, especially the wee little ones. It helps to have human staff around to ease their fears. Make sure they don’t feel left out of the fun, fun, fun!”

“Besides,” your boss continues, “you’ll probably see a lot of regulars who’ll recognize you, so there’s really no need for a character name. That would just be confusing. Just sign your name into their album.”

“But then why do we have books?”

“That’s another thing I asked Ms. Sharon for, Starfish!” Sun trills, and you peer up at him, curiously. “I thought it would be a fun treat to have the little ones sign our books, that way we have something to remember them by. And it’s sure to make them feel so special! After all, they’re the real Superstars.”

You grin, unable to keep the fondness out of your voice. “Aww, that’s so sweet! You really do think of everything, don’t you, Sunny?” He was so thoughtful, thinking of making the children’s experience the best it could be. Being asked for autographs from the characters you look up to? What a sweet sentiment.

Your robotic coworker seems to swell at your praise, a garbled mess of static echoing out of his voice box, obviously proud to be applauded for his consideration of what the kids would like. You honestly admire that about him. It makes the most sense, too; he was around them so often, day in and day out, so of course he would know best of what they would enjoy.

“Alright, well,” Sharon cuts in, checking her FazWatch, “I’ll leave you two be. Break a leg out there.”

“Don’t you mean a fin?” you ask, lifting your tail in emphasis. Sunny titters like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all week and even your boss manages a chuckle. You crack a grin. You really like working with them.

“Just be sure to check the schedule and pay attention to your break times. Sun will help you get from point A to point B as needed, so don’t hesitate to ask him for assistance.” She looks up at the animatronic towering over you. “Got that, Sun? Make sure she’s taken care of.”

Another salute from Sun. “Yes, ma’am! Don’t you worry, I’ll keep a close eye on our Starfish!”

“I know you will. Have fun, you two.” With a wave, she heads off, taking down the rope barrier that blocks off the entrance to Kid’s Cove on her way out and gesturing to passing families to direct their attention towards you both.

You suck in a breath, seeing several children and their parents queueing up and looking in with idle curiosity.

Sunny’s large hand finds yours, tangling long fingers between your own and giving a little squeeze of reassurance. His soft, silicone-wrapped digits are warm as your palms press together and you quickly realize you’re staring at where your skin and his meet, intently. You swing your gaze up, up, up, seeing the daycare attendant leaning his faceplate closer and closer to you, that same swipe of color marring his cheeks as he gives the top of your head a little nuzzle. “You ready, Starshine?”

Leaning into his touch, you steel yourself before giving the most friendly, award-winning smile you can manage, an extra bounce to your voice as you submit to the role you now play. “Let’s knock ‘em dead~!”

[floralseokjin]

⊶ final sleigh (m). ⊷

You took an (almost) immediate dislike to Seokjin during his first week at the office and six months later that distaste is not only still going strong, but also mutual. Working in sales, you view one another as competition, so what happens when you’re forced to organise the Christmas office party together? It’s a recipe for disaster, but one thing’s for sure, it doesn’t end the way you imagined it...

(Spoiler alert: you don’t wind up murdering him.)  

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  au/genre/warnings; workplace/office au, enemies/rivals to lovers, starts off as a holiday au but drabbles further develop the story, rom-com, hoseok, namjoon, jungkook and yoongi make appearances, smut; drunk grinding, drunk kissing, workplace (oral) sex, storeroom (oral) sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, jin has a big dick (obv) words; 23,363 

continuing drabbles found here

Every year without fail you organised the office Christmas party at Jung&Co. As part of the office party committee it was of course a given. There were only two of you but as a workplace of just 12 that was ample enough. This year however, things were a little different, no matter how marginally. Joy was on maternity leave so you were now on your own this time around. Not that you minded. You could hold the fort no problem until she came back in January and you had to plan Creed, the quality assurance director’s birthday party. 

Only Hoseok, your manager didn’t see it that simple. Insisted you needed an extra set of helping hands. Who? Was your first thought. No one had ever offered to help in the past three years and why would they start now? However, you were forgetting something… or should you say, someone. A new someone who you were sure had been transferred here to make your life a total misery. It was like someone up there had it in for you, and you couldn’t think of one explanation why. You were a good person; you donated to a cat shelter every month, you paid your taxes, you were always helpful and friendly, amazing at your job… The list went on. In fact, you were the best damn sales rep at this branch, high above the rest – Well… That was until he showed up. 

“I’ll do it.” You heard Seokjin offer indifferently, as if he didn’t care a damn about the Christmas party. You knew he didn’t. 

You swung around immediately, your chair squeaking against the wooden flooring with the force. You scoffed patronisingly. “Pfft. You?” You had never heard anything so unbelievable in your whole life. 

Seokjin regarded you from where he sat in the back row. Hoseok had called a meeting this morning, needing to find a replacement for Joy as time was creeping up. it was a month until Christmas closure. The day the party was held, and he knew how much you liked to keep on top of things. You weren’t to be rushed. 

“Yes. Me.” Of course he was smirking. “Why? Got a problem?”

Beside him, Jungkook the intern, looked between you both unsurely. No doubt the rest of your co-workers were too. This had become the norm now. They stayed silent every time you and he started squabbling. The past few months had been one big whirlwind of bickering and rivalry. Seokjin was your biggest competition. He was also the thorn in your side. Ever since he’d transferred branches from his hometown six months ago life in the office hadn’t been the same for you. It didn’t help that your desks were also situated next to one another. You had to sit opposite his annoying face 8 hours a day, five days a week. It was a living hell. And now you’d be forced to spend even more time with him? Over your dead body. 

“No.” You folded your arms, still looking over at him from where you sat in the front. He wouldn’t win. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he was successfully getting to you. “You want to organise the office Christmas party?”

Of course you were calling his bluff. He was 100% doing this to piss you off. You were certain. 

He chuckled. “I don’t know why it’s so unbelievable.”

You scoffed, growing frustrated. “You’re a guy!”

He raised one of his eyebrows. “Excuse me? Is that sexism I detect?” One corner of his mouth twitched. “Do I have to report you to Tim?”

Tim, the HR rep went to speak up, no doubt trying to pacify the situation, but already out of hand, you spoke over him, voice shrill. “Oh shut up, Seokjin.” Damn it, you’d bitten, hadn’t you? He was holding back his laughter. He knew what you meant. Your wording came out wrong, so you needed to correct yourself. 

“I’m just saying, you don’t seem like a guy who loves to party plan in his spare time.”

He grinned widely, as smug as ever. “Well, I’m full of surprises, baby.” 

Unimpressed you stared him down. “Do I need to report you to Tim for harassment?” 

You weren’t paying attention to Tim this time around but no doubt he looked lost. He was an older, quiet man who seemed unsure what he was doing here most of the time. Seokjin didn’t help matters. 

“For what?” He exclaimed. “Calling you baby? It’s a term of endearment.” 

“Not from you it isn’t.” 

Jungkook sniggered at that and you felt a little smug. Seokjin went to open his mouth, no doubt a clever comeback hot on his tongue, but Hoseok interrupted. 

“Guys. Stop bickering or neither of you will be planning this party.” 

You immediately spun around, facing the front. Seokjin wasn’t fucking this up for you. Although you didn’t think Hoseok would ever take that role away from you. He might have been your manager – and the CEO’s son – but you saw him as a friend. He never threw his authority around. 

You crossed your arms as his attention fell to Seokjin, silently huffing. “Jin, please tell us why you nominated yourself.” 

“Well,” he started his spiel, laying it on thick. You refused to look his way, even as everyone else in the conference room gave him their attention. “I love Christmas and I love organising things.” He made it sound so simple. Infuriating bastard. “I was always the person they counted on back home. I know how to throw a paaar-tayyyy!” 

At his holler, he and Jungkook gave one another a high five, whooping at each other like a pair of idiots. It was impossible to think that Seokjin was the same age as you, a whole five years older than Jungkook. They obviously shared the same mental age. 

“Well you’re not back home now.” You couldn’t help yourself, whipping around to tell him what was what. “I’m the one in charge here. I have the final say.” Sneering, you added, “You’d just be the help.”

Seokjin’s jaw twitched. You were irritating him now. You took great joy in that. “Hoseok said it was 50/50.” 

“More like 75/25 where you’re concerned.” 

“In my favour, yes.”

You felt your anger flare. “Hoseokkk,” you whined, turning your back to Seokjerk. “You can’t be serious letting him join the party planning committee?” 

You knew he was doing it on purpose. He had no interest in helping you – he just wanted to annoy you, to take over. 

Hoseok looked at you sympathetically. “Do you see anyone else offering to help, Y/N? Besides, it’s just for Christmas.” When you didn’t relent, he sighed. “You can’t do it all on your own.” 

You held your arms tight across your chest, pouting like a big kid. “Watch me.” 

“Impossible,” he chuckled softly. “You should be thanking Seokjin for being so helpful.” 

Men. They were all traitors. Of course Hoseok would be in Seokjin’s favour, they once worked together back at the other branch just before Hoseok became manager here. 

“Yeah, Y/N,” Seokjin called. You just knew he had that shit eating grin spread across his face, the one that plagued your nightmares – You could hear it in his tone. “You should be thanking me. But take your time, I know admitting defeat is hard for you.” 

You breathed deeply through your nose, reminding yourself to stay calm, else he’d end up throttled by the time this party rolled around… 

“Chop, chop!” 

From your peripheral you could see Seokjin stood over you, clapping his hands, his crotch obscenely eye level. You pursed your mouth and continued typing up your report that needed to be in by today. You couldn’t bear to look at him, still mad from yesterday, and no doubt he just wanted to annoy you some more – his sole purpose it seemed. What a sad little life he lived. 

“Y/N,” he prompted. You bit the inside of your cheek, exhaling through your nose. He wasn’t relenting, but lucky for you, lunch was in just over an hour. You could grin and bear him until then, surely? 

“What?” You snapped, beginning to turn your head. 

“We have our first meeting in five.” 

You mouth grew dry as you made eye contact, but it wasn’t because of what he said, actually you barely had time to register it, his pearly whites pretty much dazzling you as he grinned. 

You might have forgotten to mention a tiny detail about Seokjin, one you tried your best to forget, and tiny it was because it barely had an effect on you… Begrudgingly, you had to admit he was objectively handsome. Before you had taken that almost instantaneous dislike to him six months ago, you will confess that the first sighting of him had turned you a little weak at the knees. You were only human after all and you could appreciate a good looking face when you saw one. He even made Beryl and Michelle, who well into their sixties, giddy with a simple Good Morning – and he knew it. He knew how hot he was, which for you, just added to his overall lack of appeal. 

However, sometimes he caught you off guard. 

Like now. 

You swallowed with some difficulty, willing saliva to coat the inside of your mouth, and ignoring the way the crisp white dress shirt hugged his waist, tucked into those very well fitting black pants of his (maybe too well fitting…), you let his words piece together. 

“…Meeting?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, what was he talking about? Hoseok hadn’t announced anything this morning. Was he just messing with you? You weren’t Jungkook. Those two might love playing pranks on one another, but you were actually mature in the workplace.

At the thought of Jungkook, you could hear him giggling up at the front of the office with the receptionist, Mina. How Hoseok hadn’t gathered they were sleeping together yet was beyond you. Actually, you were sure the rest of the office were slow to catch on too, but you maybe you had a clear (dis)advantage. You had to hear him and Seokjin discussing it more or less every single day – because men were dense and didn’t realise that no matter how low they spoke, a metre distance would not stop you from overhearing. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the Christmas party already?” Seokjin continued to grin – and that’s when you realised it wasn’t of the friendly kind. It was of the provoking kind, because he wanted to piss you off. “I thought this was your area of expertise.” 

You could feel your blood beginning to boil, your work forgotten on the screen. “You called a meeting without telling me?” 

He shrugged. “What am I doing right now?” What, mere seconds before it started? You really were going to end up killing him one of these days. “I booked the conference room this morning.” 

You grit your teeth together. “I organise the meetings.” 

“Get a life.” He scoffed, judging you hard. “Besides, you’re a bit slow on the ball, aren’t you?” 

“The party isn’t for another month.” 

“Three weeks and 6 days actually,” he corrected. Then with a wink, he added, “I like being on top of things.” 

You ignored his shitty (and inappropriate) innuendo with a roll of your eyes. “I was going to wait until Monday.” How dare he suggest you were unorganised. 

With another lazy roll of his shoulders, he started to walk off, towards the small conference room situated in the office. “You snooze you lose.” Turning back casually, he pointed a finger to your desk. “Bring a notebook.” 

Trying to laser through him with your best death glare you grabbed your notebook and stood up. He was treading on thin ice. 

.

.

“This thing sounds dry as the Sahara,” Seokjin wailed loudly, hanging his head towards his (blank) notebook on the desk. 

“Well you know where the door is,” you smiled. “I’m perfectly capable of organising this party on my own.” 

Actually, if he didn’t like how you celebrated Christmas here, he could leave entirely. You wouldn’t miss him, and the others would surely get over it. You didn’t understand why they thought he was so amazing anyway. His sense of humour was grating to say the least – as well as his overall personality. He was nothing but a glorified salesman who walked the walk and talked the talk. You actually cared about your clients. All he cared about was numbers to help him boast, even if that meant stealing –

Never mind. That was in the past. You were the bigger person, you reminded yourself. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Seokjin scoffed, turning to look at you. He’d insisted you sat next to him even though you had been quite happy to sit at the furthest end of the table. “This place needs some Seokjin zest. Add a little flavour – a little spice.” 

You dropped your head, muttering arrogant bastard under your breath as you picked up your pen to start brainstorming some ideas. 

“What was that?” He asked, obviously hearing you. 

You played dumb. “What was what?”

Thankfully, for the next ten minutes a very much welcomed silence fell over you as you both jotted down some ideas, although you were pretty sure Seokjin was just doodling at this point. Probably stickmen like the five year old he was. In between planning you threw a few texts your best friend’s way. 

(12:14pm) You: Remind me why we tolerate men again?  (12:15pm) Ana: For their dicks  (12:15pm) Ana: But only if they’re pretty and they know how to use it  (12:15pm) Ana: What’s up? (12:17pm) You: Guess who organised the first Christmas party meeting without telling me first 🙂 (12:18pm) Ana: Oh (12:19pm) You: Exactly  (12:19pm) Ana: Dick cheese   (12:20pm) Ana: Definitely not tolerable

You snorted at the mention of Seokjin’s nickname. Ana knew all about your very vocal disdain for the guy – in fact, she’d had to hear it all over again last night when you’d called her to complain about the very unfortunate turn in Christmas party planning events. 

“Is that work or party related?”

Frustratingly, your obvious amusement had caught Dick cheese’s attention. “Shut up,” you muttered, but you did hide your phone from view, placing it screen down on the table. Hopefully he hadn’t caught a glimpse at anything dick and cheese related. He was definitely the type to report you to Tim for workplace bullying. 

You turned to look at him, childishly taking great pleasure in the way a piece of his brown hair had bunched up on top of his head – probably from where’d he’d been itching, racking his pea-sized brain for ideas. He hadn’t noticed, and you weren’t going to point it out. He’d realise soon enough when he had to use the restroom – unless he didn’t wash his hands afterwards, which wouldn’t surprise you. 

“We’re in a meeting, save texting your boyfriend for lunch.” 

“I’m not texting – never mind.” You stopped yourself. There was no point biting. He wanted you to do that, knowing the insinuating tone he’d used would surely get you mad. As if you’d ever have a boyfriend, ha ha, very funny and original – NOT. He needed better jokes. 

“If you were actually bringing something to the table I wouldn’t be bored enough to get distracted,” you shot instead. 

He looked wholeheartedly offended. “I’m not the only one involved in this. You think of some ideas.” 

“I have been.” You replied loudly. “It’s the same process every year, okay? Theme, food and Secret Santa. That’s all we need to organise.” You’d already been through this. 

“So fucking boring,” he groaned slowly. 

“You’re wrong.” 

He snorted, visibly amused by your insistence. “And that Y/N, is why you are a square.” 

“You don’t even know me!” You exclaimed. 

“I know enough. I’ve sat opposite you for the past six months.” 

“Yeah, and don’t I know it,” you muttered. You had not known peace since. 

He laughed then, surprising you enough to make you jump a little. “Babe, are you ever going to forgive me for Rosal & Steinar?”

You glared at him. How dare he bring that up. It was a very sensitive topic, one you wanted to forget about because each time it popped up inside your brain you wanted to kick him – aggressively and relentlessly. 

Seokjin’s first week here had not been good for you. First, he had made you weak at the knees by just casually existing, then, Hoseok had introduced him as Jung&Co.’s best salesperson, and lastly, after being struck down with a terrible cold, you’d been sent home from work on the morning of your biggest client’s renewal day. Hoseok had insisted that you couldn’t sell stationary without a voice. You had claimed you could, but it wasn’t good enough. You were sick and needed to go before you infected anyone else. 

The following Monday, still snorting sinus spray like it was cocaine, you’d arrived at work to find out that Rosal & Steinar had renewed their contract… with Seokjin. Life couldn’t have been going anymore wrong. In the past month you’d had to deal with the guilt of breaking off a two year relationship, acquiring a new competition in your place of work that had ultimately already lost you your best client, and you’d gotten sick for the first time in four years. 

You blamed Seokjin. He’d been sent to curse you. (Although, admittedly the breakup had happened before you’d known of his existence… Not that it mattered.) 

That’s why it was now your life’s goal to become Jung&Co.’s best salesperson, because Hoseok’s opinion didn’t mean shit, and one way or another you were going to take down Seokjin. 

So yeah, no matter how much you insisted that the past was in the past, it obviously wasn’t. 

You raised an eyebrow, choosing to ignore his question. “What did I say about reporting you?” You weren’t his babe. Or baby. Or whatever else he liked to use. 

“Sorry,” he apologised, rather genuinely at that, which was surprising. “It was a slip of the tongue.”

You let out a short sigh. “Let’s just get on with this. There’s half an hour until lunch and I need to leave on time to meet my friend.” Neither of you had thought of anything solid yet. 

“Is that who you were messaging?” 

Seokjin seemed curious – interested? You couldn’t think of the correct word. Either way he was getting too friendly and pushing boundaries you’d rather not have him cross. “Is that any of your business?”

He shrugged, unaffected, and got back down to business. “Why can’t we just rent out a venue? Nothing is fun without any booze.” 

“We don’t do that anymore,” you answered. 

“How come?” 

You inwardly groaned. You didn’t really want to get into it, this meeting had already been a complete and utter flop, but you guessed if you told him why you no longer celebrated outside of office hours he’d understand and shut up about the damn office party. 

“It was a while ago. Before Hoseok was manager.” You began. “We used to all have Christmas lunch and then go out for drinks… and it was fun, don’t get me wrong,” you emphasised, knowing that he was just itching to call you boring. “But the last time we did it, our manager at the time ended up sleeping with the married receptionist and –”

“Mina?!” Seokjin exclaimed, interrupting story time. 

“No, not Mina,” you cried. As if Jungkook would be oblivious to the fact she was married, but then again, he was pretty dumb. He’d been here eight months already and still didn’t know how to photocopy properly. 

“Before her.” You stressed, noticing the shock on Seokjin’s face disappear. “They were both wasted but it was still no excuse. Her husband found out, charged into the office Monday morning.” 

“Oh, fuck.” Seokjin chuckled, obviously enjoying the drama. 

“He was ready to fight but it didn’t end well, because… our manager was a black belt.” 

You winced at the memory, remembering that morning very well. The initial shock, the screams, your manager morphing into the Hulk… the punches… the blood… It was crazy to say the least, and after Christmas you never saw the man again. Devin, the CFO, informed you he’d “moved on” by his own willing but you didn’t really believe that. Hoseok was his replacement. Mina was hired shortly after when Kevin couldn’t handle the stress of being an accountant and a receptionist on the side. 

“Brilliant,” Seokjin laughed, clapping his hands together. “So, the guy who’d gotten cheated on had the shit kicked out of him in front of the whole office?”

“Pretty much,” you nodded, still feeling a little sad for the man even though it was three years ago now – and you didn’t even know his name. “Ever since then it’s been a buffet in the conference room kind of thing.” 

Looking over at Seokjin then, you suddenly had the urge to add, “It’s safer. No one ends up fucking that way.” 

His eyes bulged and he broke into a little cough at the shock of the word falling from your mouth so easily, choking on his own laugh. “Fuck…” He went to repeat, only petering off last minute, shaking his head in disbelief.

You tried not to feel smug about it but you couldn’t help it. Lame, yes you were. 

“Fine,” Seokjin sighed, resignation in his tone. “Stupid fricking office party it is.” 

“I’m glad that we finally agree on something.” 

He just rolled his eyes at you. 

The next couple of weeks went by quite fast and slowly, in between work, you and Seokjin actually got somewhere with the party planning – surprisingly. At first he’d been adamant to separate each job between you, but that was only because he wanted to be in charge of the theme. You’d point-blank refused. As much as you hated it, you needed to work together as a team, so that meant making decisions together. Star Wars at Christmas wasn’t exactly something you agreed on, but neither was Christmas cats. (“You need to get laid ASAP”, had been his words when you’d suggested such an idea… but he didn’t really have a leg to stand on as a Star Wars fan, so…). 

Finally, after just over a week of brainstorming (and bickering), you decided on something: Family Christmas. It wasn’t the most original idea, but it was something, and you’d already thought of a bunch of things to do ready for it, which involved Jungkook getting his camera out and everyone dressing up in their holiday pyjamas. 

It was a Monday afternoon right now, an hour until you went home for the day, and you and he were making use of some spare time you had – making a list of all the decorations you needed to purchase. He’d dragged his chair over to your desk which you weren’t very happy about but what could you do? Sometimes sacrifices had to be made, especially when it came down to Christmas. 

“It was my birthday over the weekend,” Seokjin told you casually. 

“Oh, was it?” 

You could feel his gaze on your face as you scribbled down in your notebook. “Didn’t you see on Facebook? Everyone was wishing me happy birthday.” 

“Were they?” You said impassively, now aware he was itching for some attention. “I don’t go on there that much.” Why you’d accepted his friend request still baffled you, but you were always the bigger, better person in life. Plus, you’d stopped logging in months ago. 

There was a pause. Ahh, lovely, silence. What bliss –

“I mentioned it Friday too.” 

You sighed, turning to look at him. “Happy belated birthday, Seokjin. I hope you had a good day.” 

He grinned. There it was, what he’d been after. He was such a kid. “Thanks. I did actually, I went –”

“Is Hoseok around?” 

Your attention was stolen by the sound of someone’s voice – Namjoon’s voice, and you looked to the reception desk to see him stood beside it. You swooned a little at the sight of him; legs long enough to climb, a butt hard enough to crack walnuts with – chest too. Namjoon was the foreman of the warehouse on the ground floor. He was handsome, charming, and genuinely a nice person. You hadn’t seen him for a while, so you were definitely caught by surprise.  

“Yeah, he’s in his office,” Mina replied with a smile, watching his ass as he turned and started walking away. You didn’t blame her. 

“Hi, Y/N.” He gave you a dazzling smile as he noticed you, bypassing your boss’ office to make his way over. 

“Hi, Joon.” You greeted, unable to stop smiling like an idiot. “How are you?”

“Busy, he shrugged. Leaning in, you felt your pulse begin to quicken. “You don’t go clubbing anymore? I haven’t seen you around.” 

“Ana got pretty bored of it.” 

That was a lie actually. One you’d thought of on the spot. It wasn’t that you disliked going out, although you did feel too old for it now – the hangovers just kept getting worse – but when you’d started meeting up with Namjoon and his friends in the summer you’d been on a little Quest for Fun. You blamed it on the breakup. Now that you were over it, and had been for quite some time, clubbing wasn’t near as appealing as it used to be. You much preferred staying in and sitting in front of the television. 

“That shouldn’t stop you. I can always be your company if you’re lonely,” he smirked, that pesky dimple sending your heart a flutter. He always did this. Flirting came so natural to him, he was great at it. 

You heard someone clearing their throat to the side of you. Namjoon and you both looked over at the same time. Oh, right… Seokjin was here. You’d actually forgotten about him. 

“Hey, man,” Namjoon smiled politely. They didn’t know each other too well, but that didn’t stop Namjoon from being friendly. He looked down at your notebook. “What are you guys up to?” 

The question was definitely directed to you but Seokjin answered anyway. “Organising the office Christmas party.” 

“Ahhh.” Namjoon nodded, smirking your way, Seokjin once again forgotten. “Do I get an invite?” 

You smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you always?” He and the guys downstairs always popped up and joined in on the celebrations, but yes, okay, maybe you were flirting too… You couldn’t help it, not after what happened last –

“Namjoon?”

Hoseok’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked over Namjoon’s shoulder, seeing him stood in his doorway. 

Namjoon sighed, taking a step backwards. “I gotta go, business calls, beautiful. See you around.” Turning his back to you he started to walk off, only to glance over his shoulder last minute, shooting you a wink. “Remember, if you’re ever feeling lonely…” 

You giggled, giving him a wave and watched him follow Hoseok into his office. 

“What was that?” Seokjin asked, sounding absolutely baffled. 

“What was what?” You shot, now realising you’d turned to mush right in front of him. 

“That,” he exclaimed. “You and Namjoon all over one another.” He paused to pull a face. “I’ve come all over all queasy.”

“Shut up,” you brushed off. “We weren’t.” 

He looked at you as if you’d gone mad. “The looks! The winking. The way your voice went all high-pitched… Do you like him?”

“As a friend,” you stressed. Although, what was it to him?! 

He stared at you. “So nothing’s going on between the two of you?”

“No.” 

“You expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t expect you to do anything,” you shook your head, laughing in confusion. “I don’t care if you believe me or not.” 

Seokjin dropped it thankfully and you got back to your list, jotting down a few more things you needed. It was until Namjoon reappeared from Hoseok’s office and waved goodbye to you that Seokjin couldn’t contain himself any longer. 

“What?” You demanded when you heard him scoff to himself. 

“He definitely wants to fuck you.” He shook his head. “Trust me. I have a males sixth sense when it comes to that.” 

You could feel yourself growing mad. That’s why you ultimately ended up spilling. As stupid as it was. “Maybe he already has…”

It took a moment for Seokjin to make sense of your words. “W-what?” You could physically see when the penny dropped, it was actually quite amusing. You liked making him speechless. “You and Namjoon already… When?!”

You shrugged, feeling mildly embarrassed. “It was during the summer.” You tried to think of more things you’d need for this party but your mind was now a blur and Seokjin wouldn’t let you anyway.  

“You can’t just drop that and not give me details,” he cried. 

“Keep your voice down,” you hissed. Nobody knew bar Ana. Who had been the with you the night you and Namjoon had hooked up. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but you didn’t want the whole office knowing your business. 

Seokjin looked at you wide-eyed, patiently – or not so – waiting for you to explain yourself. You grumbled, not quite believing you were about to tell him, you didn’t want him knowing your business, but then again, it was a great feeling knowing that you’d shocked him. “I’d just… I’d just broken up with my boyfriend and I wanted to… let loose a little. It was just a one time thing.” 

But it had been good – amazing, actually. A repeat had never shown itself, but you were happy enough for it to be a onetime thing. 

“You have one night stands?” Seokjin asked, although you were sure it was rhetorical. 

“It happened once.” 

He wasn’t listening. “And here I was thinking you were a prude.” 

“Like I said before, you don’t know me.” 

Seokjin chuckled, amused by your attitude. It sent your insides a little jittery – but only for a split second – and it could’ve very well been annoyance. “So… How was it?”

“Excuse me?”

“How was the sex?”

“I’m not answering that,” you refused. 

“Why not?” He looked puzzled. “What’s a bit of hook up talk amongst friends?”

“Friends?” You repeated with a chortle. “Good one.” 

He ignored you. “Come on. I’ll tell you about the sex I had over the weekend. Birthday sex is always the best. One hook up story for another.” 

You pulled a face, unsure why the idea of Seokjin getting in on was so unpleasant, but then he laughed. It was loud, and partly squeaky. Contagious too. You couldn’t help but join in. “Go away.” You whined, pushing at his shoulder. You were not going into detail, palming him off. “I can’t even remember it.”

“Ouch.” Seokjin sniggered. “Don’t tell him that. It seems like he thinks about it every goddamn night.”

Pfftt. You doubted that. “I mean, it was ages ago.” 

“That shouldn’t matter, babe,” Seokjin tutted. “You never forget a good time.” 

“Are you purposely trying to be an asshole?” If he called you babe one more time, you swore to God…

“I’m not trying.” He smirked, face falling as he realised that hadn’t been worded correctly. “…Wait.” 

Okay then, he was just a natural asshole. Good to know. 

Begrudgingly, you had to admit you and Seokjin made a pretty good team once you put aside your issues with one another. With the theme decided, it was easy enough to get everything in place. Jungkook took the “family” photos you needed of the staff and you went to get them professionally printed, shoving them in frames ready to place around the office in preparation. Seokjin found a lot of the decorations needed, which was actually very helpful of him. You were so impressed you even agreed to let him decorate the conference room all by himself when the time came. The office was already overflowing with tinsel, the Christmas tree up, but the conference room was always left for the day of the party, the last Friday before the company closed for Christmas. 

Secret Santa had been organised too. Quite unfortunately you’d pulled out Seokjin’s name (see, you were cursed,) but you’d bought the first pair of cufflinks you’d found in the department store last week, so you didn’t have to worry about that for long. All that was left now was the buffet. And that’s how you found yourself sat in Seokjin’s kitchen on a Friday night, a week to go until D-Day… 

There hadn’t been time to look over the restaurant’s menu in work hours, and you’d given up trying to organise things over Skype with him. The first and last time you’d tried that, Seokjin had added Jungkook into the call, both of them getting ready to game. It had been a mess to say the least, so the only other option was to meet up after work. Seokjin had been the first to invite you over, so here you were. It wasn’t as if you purposely didn’t want him to step foot inside your home. He wasn’t that bad. 

His apartment wasn’t either… He lived with his best friend, an interior architect, which made a lot of sense once Seokjin told you. Unless you were confusing it for an interior designer, which you probably were – either way, this place was cool. And spotless. It smelt nice too. Always a plus. 

You were halfway done picking through the menu when his phone started ringing. You noticed him hesitate, as if he wondering if he should pick up but ultimately decided to after a few rings. 

“Hey mom,” he greeted, glancing over at you to mouth sorry. 

You shook your head to tell him it was okay and pulled out your phone from your hoody pocket, taking the break to scroll through social media. A text pinged through from Ana, wondering what dress she should wear tomorrow night when you went out for drinks. Every year you went out just before Christmas, despite how much you complained. It was mandatory now, but undeniably Ana took it a lot more serious than you. You had no idea what you’d be wearing tomorrow and wouldn’t until an hour before the Uber came to get you. 

“I know that, but I just can’t leave him,” Seokjin sighed beside you. You paused, having never heard him sound quite like that before. He sounded… serious for one. And frustrated. You replied to Ana quickly, trying your best not to overhear anymore – which was difficult. You were practically brushing shoulders at the kitchen table. 

“I don’t think he wants to come. He said he doesn’t even want to celebrate this year.” 

Again, you were doing a terrible job at this. Whatever this was about, you were beginning to feel rude listening in. But then again, if Seokjin didn’t want you to hear then surely he would’ve stepped into the living room. You were being a goddamn worrier. 

“Okay, I’ll speak to you soon, bye. Love you.”

Love you? Seokjin told his mom he loved her? The revelation caught you off guard, forgetting that he was off the phone now and as you heard him clear his throat, shoving the device into his sweatpants pocket, you jumped, copying and slipping yours back inside your hoody. 

“Sorry about that,” he apologised. “It was my mom.” 

“It’s fine.” You reassured. He sounded a little dejected all of a sudden, a far cry from ten minutes ago when he’d been laughing over the word vol-au-vent. You hesitated, wondering if you should ask if everything was okay? You felt a little awkward, as if you were pushing boundaries, but surprisingly he told you himself without any prompting. 

“She really wants me to come home for Christmas but I can’t leave Yoongi.” He definitely sounded exasperated now. 

“Yoongi?” You repeated, a little lost. 

Seokjin glanced at you, narrowing his eyes as if he was trying to guess if you were messing around or not. “My best friend…” He said slowly. “Y’know, the one I live with…” 

“Oh.” 

You fool. Now it looked like you hadn’t been listening to him. You had been, you really had, the name just slipped your mind momentarily. After only an hour… “Sorry,” you murmured. 

He shrugged, carrying on. “I kinda owe him one.” 

“How come?” The menu now laid forgotten. 

Seokjin sighed. “It’s kind of a long story.” You waited to see if he’d care to explain, although of course he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. “His girlfriend broke up with him about a month ago and he’s been pretty cut up ever since.” 

He wanted to. You listened politely, aware this was the first time either of you’d had a conversation very much deemed as serious.   

“I’m going to stay here with him because well,” he hesitated, glancing at you briefly. He seemed a little embarrassed but decided to continue. “He let me move in with him after my ex and I split up. He was there for me so it’s only fair that I’m there for him.” He finished with a rushed smile, reaching to rub the back of his neck bashfully.

The action was pretty endearing. 

“Is that why you transferred?” You asked, aware the conversation was straying but you couldn’t help it. The surprise of finding out he’d moved here after the breakdown of his relationship was distracting to say the least. You’d always pegged Seokjin as a guy who’d never been in a serious relationship – judgemental, yes, but they were the type of vibes he gave out. Maybe you just couldn’t imagine him settled down and in love. He was such a free spirit, never serious enough – although, right now he was... 

Possibly, you didn’t know him at all…

Seokjin nodded. “Yeah, I wanted a fresh start. Yoongi said this city was nice, so.” 

There was a beat of silence and afraid it would become awkward you rushed to say something of worth. “Break ups are tough.” 

God, that sounded a lot cheesier than you intended. 

“They are,” he agreed. “Although... I don’t know how yours went – mine was okay, sad but mutual. We just didn’t love each other anymore. Yoongi’s on the other had… He got cheated on.” 

“That sucks.” You empathised, before shrugging softly. “Mine was okay too. As break ups go.” 

Were you bonding? Bonding with Seokjin? Ludicrous. However, what was even more unbelievable was how normal and comfortable it felt… 

“How are you spending Christmas this year?” He asked, continuing to make conversation. 

“Well, I usually visit my parents too but they’re going to be abroad this year so I’ll just spend it with my friend Ana’s family.” It was all planned, they lived super close by so at least this year would be easy. 

He sniggered, eyes twinkling as opened his mouth to tease you. “Ditched by your own parents, embarrassing.” 

“Hey,” you exclaimed, whacking his arm just before you burst into laughter. 

He laughed along for a moment before growing semi-serious again. But just for a moment. “It’s actually going to be my first Christmas away from my family. It feels kind of weird but I can’t bring Yoongi along, he’ll bum out the atmosphere.”

You scoffed, voice filled with sarcasm. “You’re such a great friend, Seokjin.” 

He chuckled, opening his mouth to reply, but just as he did you both heard the door in the entry way opening, footsteps sounding. You guessed Yoongi was back home. Not long after, a black haired man came into view and Seokjin moved, cool air filling the gap. You realised just how close you’d been sat together. When had that happened? 

“Hey Yoongi,” Seokjin smiled. Yoongi raised a hand. “This is Y/N, my co-worker. You’ve heard me talk about her before, right?” 

Huh? Whining about you, no doubt… 

“Oh... yeah.” Yoongi’s eyes travelled to yours, a small smile upturning one corner of his mouth. “Hey, how’s it going?” 

“Hey,” you returned his smile. “Nice to meet you.” 

“How was work?” Seokjin asked. He sounded… concerned? That was sweet. 

Yoongi shrugged. “Fine. Had an appointment with a client.” Silence. He was a man of very few words. You liked it. “I’m going to my room, have fun planning that Christmas party.” 

Of course. That’s why Yoongi knew about you, Seokjin had told him about the party planning… 

You waved him bye, and then, once you’d heard him make his way upstairs, Seokjin turned to you. “See? Bums out the atmosphere.” 

“What atmosphere?” You joked. “No, but he seemed okay, considering…” Yes, his shoulders were a little slumped, as if he was carrying the whole world on them, but who knows, that could’ve been a thing before the breakup… He had sort of smiled at you… 

“Yeah…” Seokjin agreed, before pausing and raising an eyebrow. “Maybe he liked what he saw. You could always do me a solid and try to cheer him up for me.” 

You puzzled, unsure what he was getting at. 

“You know, like Namjoon did for you…” 

“SEOKJIN,” you yelled, jaw dropping in shock. “What the hell is wrong with you?” It wasn’t funny. 

He squeaked a laugh. “I’m just messing around, don’t worry. I don’t want you to sleep with Yoongi. That would just be weird. Besides,” he added as an afterthought, smirking mischievously. “You’re too boring.” 

He was trying to tease you again, wanting you to bite. Well, it wasn’t going to happen. 

“I wouldn’t touch any of your friends,” you shot instead. “They’re tainted by default.” 

Seokjin chuckled softly, shaking his head from side to side as he began to study the menu again. 

“You ladies have a couple of admirers,” the waiter grinned as he placed two white wine spritzers on your table. 

Ana squealed, taking one of the glasses immediately. “Where?” 

You’d only been out barely an hour, already in your second bar, but even you had to admit the thought of someone buying you a drink was a little exciting. You followed the waiter’s hand to a booth across the floor, anticipation pumping through your veins only to be thoroughly disappointed when you recognised one of the faces – well, both faces actually, but you’d only been acquainted with the second yesterday…

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you groaned. 

“What?” Ana asked mildly confused, waving off the waiter with a thanks. “What’s wrong? They are so hot!”

“That’s dick cheese and his friend!”

“Wha–The guy you work with?” Your best friend sounded flabbergasted. “Which one is dick cheese? Although I wouldn’t kick either out of bed…” 

“Ana!” You hissed, taking another glance at the booth. Seokjin waved at you wildly, an obnoxious grin on his face. You grumbled. “He’s the one on the left.” 

“Oh, fuck.” She waved back, much to your annoyance. “No wonder he gets you so angry.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You were confused. Enough to not realise when she stood up, making a beeline for their booth. “Wait–Ana! Where are you going?!”

She didn’t bother to look back as she replied. “I’m going to say thanks, duh.” 

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And that’s how you found yourself well on the way to Drunksville. You were only supposed to get tipsy tonight, knowing you’d pay for anything more in the morning, but well, you’d moved onto a club down the road and the drinks kept coming, and as much as you hated to admit it, hanging out with Seokjin and Yoongi was actually pretty enjoyable. Although, no matter how much fun you were having, it wasn’t enough to stay on the dancefloor for too long. 

“Hey,” you greeted Yoongi, slipping inside and around the booth to slump down next to him. Dancing couldn’t have been his cup of tea either because he’d given up way before you had. Seokjin and Ana were still going strong out there. 

You downed what was left of your drink, willing yourself to cool down as you huffed and puffed. God, you were drunk. 

“Are you okay?” He chuckled. 

You smiled. You liked Yoongi. He was nice, quiet – you liked quiet. “So, tell me,” you wondered, eager to understand something.  “How’s a guy like you friends with Seokjin?”

Yoongi’s forehead creased. “What do you mean?” 

Shrugging, you bit back a hiccup. “You seem normal, he’s…” What was Seokjin again? You could usually come up with a million and one (not so nice) words to describe him but the room was slightly spinning and your brain came up blank. 

Yoongi understood you anyway, laughing as he replied.   “He can just seem that way at first, it’s the nerves. They make him act up.” 

You narrowed your eyes. “Nerves?” What did that mean? You could never imagine a nervous Seokjin. He was always so sure of himself. 

Yoongi didn’t clarify. “Me and him are actually very similar. Annoying little shits when we want to be,” he laughed, before hesitating, “I’m…I’m a little injured right now, that’s why I seem a lot more subdued.”

“Oh,” you murmured, hoping you didn’t come off as condescending. “Yeah, Seokjin told me about your breakup. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine.”

“You seem a lot happier tonight though,” you offered. Happier than yesterday evening.  

“It’s called alcohol,” he grinned, bringing his glass up to his lips. He paused. “Y’know, he’s pretty cool once you get to know him.” It took you a second to realise he was talking about Seokjin. “He’s a great person.”

You shrugged slightly. “He’s okay.” What did it matter what you thought anyway? Seokjin definitely didn’t care. 

“He likes to joke around, I admit, but it seems to make you laugh, so.” Yoongi smirked slightly and tilted his head, taking a took a sip of his beer. 

Taken aback, you tried to think. Had you been laughing with Seokjin all night? Maybe laughing at him was a better way to describe it… 

“What are you guys talking about?”

You jumped when you heard a familiar loud voice and looked up to see Seokjin leaning over the table, four shots balanced between the fingers of both hands – two in each. His face was flushed, redder than you’d ever seen it – he’d obviously had enough of dancing too.  

“Nothing,” Yoongi replied smoothly. He stood up, finishing his drink. “I’m uh, I’m going outside for some fresh air.” 

“But I got us shots,” Seokjin complained. 

Yoongi looked over at you and smiled before tapping Seokjin on the shoulder. “I’m sure you and Y/N will make good use of them.” 

Hm… Everyone was drunk and acting weird. Not that you had time to contemplate it because immediately Yoongi had gone and Seokjin was taking his seat next to you. His cologne hit you. It was different to usual, you’d realised instantly earlier in the night. 

“Where’s Ana?” You asked. They’d both been dancing together when you’d left them. 

He shrugged as he handed you a shot. “I don’t know, lost her on the dancefloor.”

You hesitated. Should you have more to drink? The shots might push you over the edge. But… you were having fun. It was one night out, you might as well do it properly. So quickly you downed the shot, smirking Seokjin’s way as you picked up another. “I’ll have hers then.” 

He grinned slowly before scoffing as you choked. That shit burned, and you might have been able to handle the first shot no problem but this time your eyes watered and your throat screamed. 

“Seems like you’re trying to prove a point,” he laughed.

“What do you mean?” You demanded, already feeling more lightheaded. 

He didn’t care to explain, instead doing his two shots straight after the other, able to handle them with just a wince. “What do you think of Yoongi?” He asked, barely giving the liquid time to slip down his throat. 

“Huh?”

“Do you like him?”

You shrugged, confused as to why he was asking you. “He seems nice, yeah.”

“So, you like him?”

You froze. “Are you still trying to hook us up? I don’t like him like that.” You didn’t even know him. 

“No, no,” Seokjin rushed. “I wasn’t trying to… never mind.” He shook his head, changing the subject. “So who did you get for Secret Santa?”

“I’m not telling you,” you huffed, pushing his shoulder. 

“That means it’s me.” 

“Seokjiiin,” you whined, leaning into him as you nudged him once more. 

He laughed, looking a little surprised by your sudden affection – however unintentional. “I think you’re drunk.” 

…Maybe those shots were a bad idea, you’d only get worse… 

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“Should we go and look for Yoongi and Ana?” Seokjin asked, checking his watch. 

You’d been sat together for a while now, conversation coming surprisingly easy. It was nonsense mostly – you might or might not have helped Seokjin with some festive ideas to prank Jungkook with – but Ana hadn’t come back from the dancing yet, and Yoongi was still outside – unless he’d done a runner, which was highly probable according to Seokjin. So it was probably best you both went to look for your friends. 

You followed closely behind Seokjin as you searched through the club and at one point he reached for your hand, helping you through a large group of people. His grip was warm and oddly gentle, but you didn’t have time to think about it too much as he’d already let go. He waited for you as you checked the restroom, but your best friend was nowhere to be found. It was probably the alcohol in your system but you started to get a little worried, especially when your text went ignored. Seokjin seemed to notice. 

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to check outside. I don’t want you to freeze to death.” He told you, having to practically shout in your ear the music was so loud in this area. 

You found yourself a little touched by his concern, no matter how small it was and listened, clutching your purse to your middle. You were in a black mini dress after all, your arms barely covered. You still had the perfect view of him though, able to watch him step out the building and look down the road. You noticed the concern on his features slowly turn into shock, his mouth dropping open, and you frowned. What the hell had he seen?

“Seokjin!” You called, which was pretty useless. He couldn’t hear a damn thing. You could barely hear yourself. You rushed forward. “Seokjin?” You pushed your way past some people who had clogged up the entry way and dashed down the stone steps. “What is it?”

The winter air hit you instantly. It was fucking freezing. Seokjin still looked in shock, glued to the spot and you grew frustrated, stopping right beside him. “What?” You demanded. “What’s going on?!” 

You followed his line of vision, and immediately you were positive your expression matched his. A little down the road, up against the wall, Yoongi and Ana were wrapped around one another, attached at the mouth. You were speechless, the cold no longer a problem. 

“Let’s not interrupt them,” Seokjin said suddenly, taking you by the hand once again to drag you back inside. (Your feet honestly wouldn’t work.) 

The instant heat got your blood pumping again, although the music did nothing for your whirring head. “What did we just witness?” You turned to him and asked (shouted). 

Seokjin still looked just as shocked, but he managed a joke, wrinkling his nose up. “Ew, what if our friends start dating? I’ll be stuck with you forever.” 

“Grow up,” you rolled your eyes, before randomly taking in the sight of him. How wasn’t he melting to death? The guy was in a fuzzy Christmas sweater. Actually, an even more important question; how hadn’t he electrocuted himself? The reindeer on his chest lit up. If one drop of sweat got into that hidden battery pack he was done for, surely?

“I thought you’d be saving that jumper for Friday,” you commented (yelled), quite honestly in a daze. You were drunk, in absolute shock, toes frozen, and somehow you were stood with Seokjin making conversation about Christmas jumpers. 

“Who says I don’t have a whole drawer full of the festive fuckers. I did say I loved Christmas, no?” He laughed.

You joined in. “I thought you were bullshitting.” 

“Of course you did.” He said with a small smile, shaking his head a little. 

“I can’t believe we caught them kissing.” You couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “They’re probably doing more than that by now.”

“Shut up.” You whined. “Wait. Do you think he told her about the breakup?”

“What?” Seokjin asked you to repeat, leaning in slightly, unable to hear you properly above the music. 

“Do you think she knows he’s on the rebound?”

Seokjin shrugged. “Maybe. Who cares.” 

“I care!” You exclaimed causing him to wince because you’d accidentally shouted in his ear. “Ana’s my best friend!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes slightly. “I thought you of all people would know people can just fuck with no strings attached.” 

“Will you ever drop that,” you deadpanned. Your hook up with Namjoon happened so long ago now, you barely even thought about it unless you saw him at work, which was pretty rare anyway. 

“Nope.” The way the sound of the p popped off his lips annoyed you. 

“What about you?” You asked, changing the subject from you. “No getting lucky tonight? Is Christmas sex not on par with birthday sex?” 

He burst out laughing. “I’d say it is, yeah, but I still have a couple of weeks to make it happen, so ask me then.” 

His answer almost annoyed you more and you couldn’t place why. He was just being stupid, classic old Seokjin. You should be used to it by now. 

“Come on,” he winked, stepping forward, towards the middle of the club and his hand cupped your elbow. “Let’s dance!” 

“No, no, no,” you immediately refused, grabbing his hand to stop him. 

“Pleaseee,” he pleaded, eyes wide. “I want to dance with you. You’ve hardly been on the floor all night.” 

Oh. Your heart did a little flip inside your chest. Maybe it was the tequila making its way back up your body… 

“Come on,” he chuckled, not giving up. “It’ll warm you up.” On cue both of his hands lifted and he started rubbing your shoulders. “I told you not to come outside. Now we both have the mental image of Yoongi sucking face stuck behind our eyelids and you’ve got frost bite.” 

You giggled, but still wouldn’t relent. He could stay here warming you up for the rest of the night if he wanted… Dancing made you sweaty. 

He tilted his head, giving you a look. “Y/N, do you want me to call you boring again?”

And just like that you wanted to prove him wrong… You were a sucker. He knew what he was doing. 

Only, the second round of shots for some Dutch courage were probably a bad idea. Your idea, but a very bad one, nevertheless. The dancefloor seemed to be stickier than it was an hour ago – and busier. It was packed and loud, which worked to distract you from how drunk you were. 

Seokjin could move. You hadn’t realised earlier, not really paying attention as you’d danced with Ana instead, but with just the two of you left you let him embarrass the hell out of you on the floor. At first it was definitely on purpose; he pulled the largest, wackiest moves that you begged him to stop, but soon enough he had you dying of laughter, so he continued, your amusement spurring him on. And then drunk you had to join in… 

“You know what? You’re actually pretty fun once you loosen up,” Seokjin yelled above the music, his hands somehow having found their way to your hips as you both snaked them to the beat. 

“I’m always fun,” you informed him, your breath fanning across his face as you lifted your arms in the air. “You just only know work me.” 

He smiled. “Well, I don’t know, I think I’m getting to know normal you lately…” 

You snorted some type of noise. “That’s what you think!” 

He went to open his mouth to argue but you spun around, your back pressed to him as you continued to sway. Your skin was hot to the touch, too many bodies cramped in this small space, but you loved the feeling of Seokjin’s hands on your hips, even more so when they slowly inched up your waist. You flung your arms back, looping them around his neck to pull him closer. It had been a long time since you’d danced with a guy like this. Not even Namjoon. Not even your ex. 

You could feel how boiling he was too, a thin layer of sweat coating the back of his neck, and as you ran your fingers through his slightly wavy hair he let out a little groan. It was extremely quiet, would’ve gone unnoticed if his mouth wasn’t hovering by your ear, but now you’d heard it and it changed everything. Something exploded inside your chest, fresh heat prickling your skin and you found yourself pushing into him further, grinding in a small circle. 

The dancefloor was full of couples like this so no one took any notice. But Seokjin did. He froze, as if he was sure he’d imagined it, so ever so carefully you did it again. This time he knew his drunk mind wasn’t playing tricks on him and after a slight hesitation his hands slid to your hips again, gripping them tighter. He let you grind against him, but didn’t reciprocate, he just kept dancing to the music, which seemed to turn you even braver. 

With the bass of the music pumping through your body you moved back and forth against his crotch, hearing his breath get shallower and shallower. It was addictive and you were chasing the feeling before you knew it, bold and finding yourself getting more turned on by the second. It wasn’t long before you began to feel him grow hard against your ass, and even though surprised, you still carried on, loving it. 

“Y/N,” he murmured against your ear, sounding out of breath. You circled your hips again. This time he couldn’t help but push back. “It’s getting late.” His voice faltered. “You’re drunk. I’m drunk.” 

You frowned to yourself. What was he trying to say? You felt his hands leave your hips, reaching for your arms around his neck to slide them away. He was trying to get you to face him. He was still half hard in his pants but he ignored it. 

“You’re drunk,” he repeated, as if it was some sort of answer, some sort of reason. He started to twist you his way but you tripped, falling into him. “Definitely drunk,” he chuckled, tugging his hands off your waist from where he’d caught you. “It’s time to go home.” 

“I don’t want to go home,” you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. You went to push your body into him but he angled away from you, creating distance. 

“You need to go home,” he laughed. It sounded awkward. “Think of that hangover tomorrow.” 

“I will,” you shrugged, “tomorrow.” 

Seokjin stared at you, his brown eyes wavering slightly. They were darker than usual, swimming with something that made your belly flip, but he steeled himself, holding strong. “Come on,” he pressed. “We can share an Uber.” 

“It’s fine.” You muttered, disappointed for some reason. You were unsure how he could hear you above the music, but he did. “I’ll find Ana.” 

He chuckled. “Ana’s definitely gone by now. Don’t you remember what we caught her doing?”

Oh. 

He was right. 

Damn your best friend. 

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You didn’t remember much of the Uber ride home, the sudden departure from the club had brought deafening silence and you were now very aware of how much your head was spinning. Your bed was calling you – your warm, cosy, king sized bed… However, you took one look at Seokjin as he helped you out of the car and all that became forgotten. 

You clung to his jumper, voice still loud despite there being no music now. “Do you want to come in?” 

“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He replied carefully, chuckling. “Sober you definitely doesn’t want me in your apartment.”  

You reached forward, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes and giving him what you hoped was your best smile. “Drunk me does.” 

He held your stare for a moment, searching long enough to see something that made him make up his mind. “Fine,” he sighed lightly, bending down into the car to talk to the driver. You were barely listening, looking up at the stars, but Seokjin held your hand tightly, keeping your heels rooted to the ground. 

“Keep this thing running, I’ll be back in five.”

“That’s gonna cost you, my friend.” 

“It’s fine.” Another sigh. “Just– stay? I won’t be long.” 

It took you a couple of minutes to get through your door, Seokjin had to open it in the end, and he followed you in, a respectable distance behind you. He closed the door quietly, smiling when you turned back to look at him as you kicked off your shoes. 

“Okay, you’re home safe now. I’m just going to go, see you Monday, okay?” 

“No, don’t go,” you bemoaned, closing the distance to cling to him once again. In your drunken state you couldn’t place why you wanted him to stay so bad. All you knew was that you did. 

He sighed again, lifting his hands to clasp over your wrists in an attempt to move you away. He looked and sounded torn. “Y/N, the Uber’s running. I’m going to end up paying double to get home.” 

You shrugged. “Tell him to leave then.” 

He closed his eyes and exhaled, it sounded like a whimper. “What are you doing to me?” He murmured, but you were barely paying attention, swaying where you stood. He noticed and groaned. “You’re so drunk!” 

“Am not.” 

He laughed, genuinely amused, and if your drunk mind didn’t know any better it sounded as if he was endeared by you. He shook your shoulders lightly. “Look at me.” You couldn’t quite focus. He cupped your face instead, laughing louder as he angled you to stare straight into his eyes. “Look at me. You are so out of it.”

You just grumbled, but warmth fluttered through your body. It felt good to be touched by him. You thought back to the dancefloor, the way you’d been pressed up against his body. Your mouth parted, suddenly thirsty. Really thirsty. But for what? 

“Can you even make out my face?” Seokjin asked, continuing to be amused. 

“Of course,” you snapped, fingers reaching for him. “There’s your hair,” – You ran your fingers through the dark brown locks – “your eyes... nose…” He let you poke his eyelids gently and then you bopped his nose.

“Get offf.” He snorted softly. 

And then your attention fell to his mouth. Those plump, deep pink lips that were opened and slightly wet from where he’d been swiping his tongue across them. You swallowed, hands cupping his jaw. “Your lips –” 

You dove before you knew what you were really doing, pressing your mouth to his, taking him by surprise. Not a second later he was pulling back, holding you at arm’s length. “Woah, woah.” He chuckled in surprise, but his voice wavered. “Not the time, Y/N. Trust me.” 

You frowned, annoyance spiking and you shook him off. “What? So you’ve suddenly turned chivalrous now?” Scoffing, you felt like an idiot – upset and embarrassed, you spoke without thinking. “Or do you just not want me?”

Something flashed across Seokjin’s face. He looked irritated. Sounded it too when he replied. “Of course I fucking want you.” You froze. Huh? However, you didn’t have time to think about what he’d said before he was striding towards you, backing you up against the wall.  You gripped the tops of his arms on instinct, looking up at him as he loomed over you, hair falling into his dark eyes. They were the same colour as they had been back at the club – when you’d been grinding all over him. Your breath caught. 

“Ever wondered why you frustrate me so much?” He rasped. 

Something inside you screamed. Not that you had time to realise because immediately his mouth was on yours. Each press of his lips was rushed, as if he was acting on instinct and all you could do was cling to him and try to keep up. You let out a moan when you felt his tongue attempt to push past the seam of your lips and you let him in, moaning louder when the wet muscles clashed together, the dam now broken. 

It was contagious. Seokjin grunted against you, throatier than you were expecting, noises so unlike him your whole body burned in desire. Actually, it was on fire. It started to crave him, the feeling so strong all you could do was let it take you. You yelped when his hands curled around your ass, giving you one strong push and you promptly jumped into his arms. He caught you effortlessly and you wrapped your legs around him. 

By God, he was strong. He crashed you into the wall, mouth still hungry as he ground his crotch into yours. The skirt of your dress had ridden up to your waist, your underwear the only thing protecting you as he rubbed you against his dick. Which was hard again – very hard. Maybe he’d had a semi the whole car ride home, which was a thought that got you moaning louder inside his mouth, your tongues getting messy, your teeth clashing. 

“Seok-jin,” you whimpered. Your core tingled, hot to the touch and you could feel your arousal beginning to pool against the lace of your thong. You wanted him – no, you needed him. “Pleaseee. Please.”

He grunted, your begging fucking with his head and you felt his arms give way. He stumbled forward, no other option but to ease you down to the floor, but his mouth didn’t relent; he kissed you just as needy as before, sliding down your chin to make his way to your throat. 

You gasped at the new sensation, his tongue licking strips up your skin, his teeth nipping. Your legs shook under you, nothing to do with the alcohol you’d consumed, it was all him. He was driving you wild, and you needed him to fuck you. You knew that much. 

Your hand reached between your bodies, loving the sound of Seokjin heavy breathing against your ear as he now sucked on your lobe, and you wrapped your palm around his clothed cock. He was solid. Rock hard.. It had to be painful, surely? You got to work, rubbing him back and forth in an attempt to relieve some of his discomfort. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, and you jutted your hips into him too, mistaking the cursing for his enjoyment. “Y/N, wait,” he said, pulling back and stopping the movements of your hand, his long fingers circling your wrist. You tried reaching for his mouth again, still oblivious to his sudden change in demeaner.  

“Not like this,” he murmured, trying his best not to kiss you back, no matter how hard you pecked his mouth. 

“Why?” You asked, giving up. Your lips were wet and swollen. They prickled. God, you were so turned on your voice shook. His too. 

“Do you even know what you’re doing right now?” He sounded uncertain, looking you in the eyes as he chuckled bitterly. “You hate my guts. You don’t want my dick.” 

You frowned. What was he talking about? You’d been practically dry humping him. Of course you wanted his dick. “I do,” you insisted, leaning into him to tug at his belt. He didn’t give in. “Seokjin, just give me your dick.” 

He stared down at you, his hand still clutching your wrist, breathing still ragged, his eyes still black… but despite how much he obviously wanted this, he composed himself, his expression softening. You felt him reach behind you and gently pull your dress down over your ass. 

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?” He hummed softly, voice still visibly affected by you. “When you’re sober. When we’re both sober…”

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You awoke suddenly, peaceful and serene for all of two seconds before you groaned, burrowing your face into your pillow. It felt as if someone was stomping on top of your head. What the hell happened last night? Wait… How had you even gotten home? Why couldn’t you remember anything?!

You blindly reached for your nightstand, praying your cell phone was there, fingers stretched as far as they would allow until you felt the familiar belonging. You grabbed it and burrowed further under the covers. You needed to call Ana. She’d fill you in – make you remember. 

Wait –

At the thought of your best friend you suddenly remembered a few things. Seokjin and Yoongi had been at the club too. They’d bought you drinks, you’d sat at their table, drunk more. Tequila must have been involved for you to be this clueless. Enough of it and you could forget your own name come morning. You’d always been the same since college. Squinting at the brightness of the screen, your head throbbing even harder if that was possible, you started to call Ana. It rang and rang… Frustrated you gave up. She could sleep through the end of the world so why were you surprised. You hoped she woke up with the world’s largest and longest hangover, serves her right for not – Oh. OH. 

You shot up, in immediate regret when the entirety of your head spasmed. Groaning you tried to fight through the pain, wishing you had some calm so you could actually piece together your memories. Ana and Yoongi. Outside. All over one another. Making out against the wall. 

What. The. Fuck. 

No wonder why she wasn’t picking up. 

The memories were hazy, but it was something. You continued to wrack your brain… You and Seokjin had found them, but they hadn’t been aware and then you’d gone back inside. He asked you to dance and that’s when you’d suggested more shot… Shots. Tequila shots. You were an idiot. Try as you might you couldn’t remember anything after that. It was all one big blur. How had you gotten from the club to your apartment? 

You moved to sit on the side of your bed, soles of your feet pressing into the carpet. Your stomach churned a little. No, you couldn’t be sick. You hated being sick. Rubbing your stomach in an attempt to soothe it you looked down and realised you were still wearing your dress. Gross. You’d gotten into bed with your clothes on? You groaned weakly. You better have washed your hands before knocking out… although, you highly doubted it. 

Looking at your phone again, you knew there was only one thing you could do. If you wanted answers you needed to ask the right person… 

(10:34am) You: How the hell did I get home last night?

No more than a minute later three dots appeared on the screen, signalling Seokjin’s reply. But he was taking his time with it. Jesus. They kept disappearing for a few moments just to pop up again. Why was it such a hard question?! 

(10:37am) Seokjin: You can’t remember? 

Really? Three minutes to type three words? 

(10:37am) You: Obviously not I wouldn’t be asking you otherwise  (10:38am) You: We saw Ana and Yoongi kissing... We had shots... We danced

You talked him through what you did recall, and once again, he played that irritating game with those three dots. You knew he wasn’t typing up an essay. 

(10:41am) Seokjin: And then I took you home

You raised both your eyebrows. He took you home? Why did that surprise you so much? 

(10:41am) You: Thanks (10:42am) Seokjin: How’s your head?  (10:43am) You: Hurts  (10:43am) You: Everything hurts  (10:43am) Seokjin: 🤣 

Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone on the bed and managed to stand up. You were done talking to him of he was just going to laugh at your misery. Besides, he’d told you all you needed to know. The mystery was solved. Next, you needed to shower. 

Immediately. 

You were still feeling extremely fragile the next morning but managed to get into the office at 9am sharp with the help of coffee. You’d spent the night on the phone to Ana, getting all the nitty gritty details about her hook up with Yoongi. Apparently, they’d bumped into each other outside after she’d slipped out for some fresh air and had gotten talking. He’d told her about his recent breakup, and having been cheated on before, naturally Ana and he had bonded, and said bonding had led to kissing. Lots of it. Which had then led to lots of sex back at her apartment. (Yes, he did know how to use his dick if anyone was curious, and yes, it was very pretty.)

You’d expected to hear about it from Seokjin this morning but he was actually uncharacteristically quiet. Although, it might have been because he was partially blindsided when he got into the office. First, he was late, which had never happened before. No matter what you thought of Seokjin, he was always punctual and professional (when it was called for). And second, there was a surprise waiting for him. 

Jungkook had draped his entire desk and chair in strings of fairy lights. Everything was lit up. It was a lot, but even you had to admit it was funny, and you hated their pranking war with a burning passion. Mainly because you were always caught in the middle. Seokjin however, seemed a little out of it. You mean, he still laughed, tried to wrestle Jungkook in the middle of Hoseok’s good morning greeting, but something about him seemed off. You couldn’t put a finger on it, it was almost like he was forcing it. 

He hardly looked at you when you asked him what he had planned for payback. Shrugging his shoulders as he rolled his chair out and slumped in it – lights still twinkling. “Who knows.” 

“I thought you had a bunch of ideas up your sleeve?” You’d spent a good half an hour discussing them Saturday night. 

That got his attention. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at you. “You remember that? I thought everything was a blur?” 

“Yeah, anything after we caught our best friends getting freaky on the streets.” You chuckled, feeling a little uneasy by the way he was still looking at you, as if he was suspicious of something. 

After a moment he gave up…Possibly? Upturning his shoulder he gave you a small smile. “Lightweight.” He didn’t meet your eyes though and leaned over to start pulling at a string of lights that laid between your desks. 

You reached over on instinct, placing your hand over his to stop him. He recoiled a little and you pulled back. What was that reaction for? “Keep them up,” you told him, choosing to ignore whatever had just happened. “It’s Christmas after all.” 

You dropped your hand under the desk, it tingled a little. Seokjin’s hand had felt warm, familiar? The inklings of something floated around the sides of your brain but you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

“Just don’t blow us up,” you joked. 

Wait. Seokjin’s stupid Christmas jumper from Saturday night. You remembered now. It had lit up and you’d wondered how he hadn’t set himself on fire yet. That was it. What was trying to seep into your brain just now. Hopefully things were coming back to you slowly… You’d remember everything in no time, you were sure of it. 

Meanwhile Seokjin nodded slowly, retreating his hand as he smiled at you slightly. 

Was he feeling okay? You thought about asking him. Maybe his mom was still taking it bad that he wouldn’t make Christmas this year? You opened your mouth, full intentions to check in on him, but stopped yourself. It wasn’t really your place. You didn’t know his personal life all too well. You mean, yeah, he’d told you some things lately, but you didn’t want to overstep the mark. He was probably just having a bad day. Everyone had them. 

However, you had to admit there was something quite unnerving about seeing him so downcast. It didn’t suit him. 

What on earth could have happened? 

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The last week of work flew by. It was always the same, the office in a rush to finish up all loose ends before the two week holiday. You and Seokjin had one last meeting on Wednesday morning, just to check in and make sure everything was ready for Friday. The buffet was getting delivered the morning of and that’s when Seokjin was going to decorate the conference room. You’d been in charge of the Christmas playlist but he didn’t seem to have much interest when you’d shown him your choices. In fact, he was still acting a little strange. 

He was quiet, not his usual self, as in, he wasn’t constantly finding ways to annoy you. In fact, you barely spoke unless you had to, which before this Christmas party would’ve been great – the norm actually. However now, things were different. Had you done something to upset him? You couldn’t think what. Maybe you’d offended him when you were drunk and couldn’t remember? You thought about asking him but couldn’t find the nerve. Besides, Seokjin didn’t seem the type to get offended by trivial things. You and he tended to be at one another’s throats most (all) of the time, but it was all done in jest. You didn’t despise him, he just got on your nerves – like you got on his. You couldn’t imagine yourself saying anything terrible to him, especially because from what you could remember of that night, you’d both had fun… Hanging out with Seokjin wasn’t too bad, drunk or sober. 

So, things continued to remain a mystery, until that was, the next day… 

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“Here, I got you something.”

You looked away from your computer at the sound of Seokjin’s voice, finding him stood above you, his winter coat nearly buttoned all the way up. It was just after lunch on Thursday but Seokjin and Hoseok had to head off for an emergency meeting with a client who wanted to discuss something before Christmas. 

Your forehead furrowed when you saw he was holding out a small glittery gift bag and when you took too long to take it he shook it. You reacted, taking it from him but still questioning him with your eyes. “Seokjin, Secret Santa is tomorrow.” 

“No, it’s not for that,” he informed you, his voice oddly quiet. Now you were even more confused. Why had he gotten you a gift? You felt oddly embarrassed as you played with the ribbon handles nervously. 

“I got Beryl,” he grumbled, easily making you ease up and chuckle. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what he’d purchased a sixty year old grandma… A bar of soap probably. 

As if you couldn’t stop it, your fingers were opening up the gift. Seokjin noticed and started babbling immediately. “I saw it when I was out shopping for decorations and it made me think of you… I hope you like it. Sorry if you don’t.” 

You awed as you pulled out a small Christmas bauble, green and gold in colour with the painting of a black cat in the centre, complete with a Christmas hat between its ears. It was beautiful and quirky – and totally unexpected. You’d gotten him a damn pair of lame ass cufflinks. 

“You can hang it on your tree at home or something,” you heard him suggest. 

You looked up at him, still a little speechless but you managed to get something out. “Thank you, Seokjin. I love it.” 

His face lit up at that. The first time you’d seen him genuinely smile all week. “You do?” 

You nodded, finding yourself unable to otherwise reply. Your heart felt a little funny. It was good to see him a cheerful, you’d missed it. He always looked good when he smiled… 

He was looking at you, and you didn’t know whether you’d been staring first, but he was watching you carefully now, gaze slightly intense, as if he was trying to work something out, to find something. You dropped your chin, feeling embarrassed, cheeks hot. Why did you feel so strange? You were making it obvious. 

“You really don’t remember Saturday night?” He spoke suddenly, tone soft, careful. 

You froze. Straitening to look at him again you shook your head. “Nope.” You forced out a laugh. “It’s still a total blank. Can you believe it? Tequila is my mortal enemy.” 

One side of Seokjin’s mouth raised into a half smile, but he didn’t look too amused. You felt something trickle down your spine – a bad feeling. “Seokjin?” You questioned, finding courage. “Why? What happened?” You needed to know. 

“Hm?” He hummed, lost in thought. His face was serious once again. 

“What happened Saturday night?” 

He shook his head, squeezing out a small chuckle. It had fake written all over it. “Nothing.” 

“Something must’ve happened,” you insisted, growing a little frustrated. Whatever it was  had something to do with his odd behaviour. 

He shrugged, hands in his pockets. His cheeks were growing flushed but that just annoyed you. “It’s nothing. You were just wasted.” 

“Tell me now!” You hissed, careful to keep your voice down. The office was pretty empty at the moment, some still in the staffroom, others busy around the building, but you still didn’t want anyone overhearing something personal. 

“No.” He refused. He looked stressed out. 

“Seokjin!” He was stressing you out now. What the hell had you done that night?! 

“I don’t want to.” 

“Why?” You practically wailed. 

“It’s embarrassing.” 

“What happened?” You were losing it now, thinking the worst. “What did I do?” 

He sighed loudly, finally giving in. “You kissed me.”

Silence. 

The colour drained from your face at his revelation, dread instantly filling you. What? You hadn’t been expecting that. Whatever your mind had thought up, it definitely wasn’t that.

“We kissed, okay?” He continued. “I took you home, you practically begged me to come inside and we kissed.” 

“Oh, my god,” you replied weakly, head now in your hands. You took a deep breath, trying to wrack your brains for any memories. How could you have forgotten such a major thing?! You invited Seokjin into your apartment? You kissed him? No wonder he’d been acting so strange this past week. You’d put him in such an awkward position. He was embarrassed and now so were you… 

“I’m sorry,” Seokjin apologised, down to a whisper. “I should’ve told you but I just didn’t know how. I wasn’t expecting you to forget everything and I didn’t know how to –” He stopped himself with a groan, going around in circles. 

Meanwhile, things were coming back to you. Not memories as such, more like hazy images and the faintest of sensations. His words had dislodged something. Dancing together, his hands on your body, his breath on your neck. The uber ride home. Stood in your entry way. Your hands on his arms. The feeling of his body pressed into yours. Your mouths attached and hungry. You felt yourself burn, unclear recollections stirring something hidden inside of you. 

“…Y/N?” Seokjin prompted. You managed to look at him but that was it. You mouth wouldn’t work, and what could you say anyway? How could you explain yourself when you couldn’t remember all the details? 

“It’s fine.” He told you suddenly, thinking he was reassuring you. “Don’t worry about it, okay?” 

“Seokjin, you ready?” 

You both startled at the sound of Hoseok’s voice and looked up to see him stood in his office doorway, buttoning up his coat. 

Seokjin nodded, a little dazed. “Uh, yeah, coming. Won’t be a minute.” 

“Last minute party planning, huh?” Hoseok grinned. “I’ll meet you in the car.” 

“Look, I gotta go,” Seokjin told you once Hoseok had strolled off. “You’ll probably be gone by the time I get back, so I’ll see you tomorrow.” He spoke in a rush, not giving you time to respond. Your mouth opened, but he cut in. “It’s fine, Y/N. Trust me.” 

And then he was gone. 

You looked down at the Christmas bauble on your desk, so mortified you felt like crying.  

Crying might have been a tad dramatic, you admit. So you didn’t. You were a mixture of embarrassed and confused, unable to concentrate properly the rest of the afternoon. How had you kissed Seokjin and just forgotten about it? It was scary to think something like that could happen, a blind spot in your memory. His revelation had helped you remember some bits but there was nothing concrete. You spent your evening forcing yourself to recall more details, talking things over with Ana on the phone. You couldn’t not tell her. Not when you were in the middle of having a mini breakdown. 

She was interested in a lot more than just remembering the kiss though… 

“So if you remember him kissing you back what does that mean?” She demanded. 

You groaned. “I don’t even know if I’m remembering it correctly.” But why would your mind play tricks on you? Although, false memories were a thing… 

“Of course you are! Dick cheese likes you. It’s obvious! Classic high school bullshit.” 

“Ana, please,” you sighed. Now wasn’t the time for her theories. “He was drunk too,” you reasoned. “Just because we kissed doesn’t mean he likes me. I don’t like him, do I?” Yet, you’d grinded all over him on the dancefloor. (The memories of that were now clearer, and they made your cheeks burn…)

“Hmm.” She didn’t sound too convinced. 

“Ana, come on!” You cried. “It was a stupid mistake, and now I’ve just made things super awkward between us.” 

No wonder Seokjin had been acting weird all week, and there you’d been completely oblivious! The thought was enough to make you groan out loud. How could you go to work tomorrow? Host a party with him when things were so awkward?!

“I mean… You two need to talk about it properly. Make sure there’s no crossed wires. If you’re both on the same page then there’s no need for things to be awkward between you.” 

You rolled your eyes. She made it seem so easy. She wasn’t the one who’d made out with her co-worker. She never had to see her hook up ever again. While you had to look yours in the eye five days a week for the rest of your life quite possibly.

“You guys didn’t even hook up,” Ana screeched when you told her just that. “A slight fumble in your hallway isn’t exactly something you need to relocate for. Just talk to him.” 

Simple, right?  

But nothing ever was... 

“Let’s just forget about it,” Seokjin smiled your way as you both helped carry in the buffet food the next morning. He was holding the building’s door open for you with his back, letting you slip in first as you cradled the cardboard box filled with things you couldn’t even remember ordering. Too preoccupied with trying to bring up yesterday. 

You paused, not expecting him to shrug it off like that. In fact, it got you pretty speechless. Were you hurt? As much as Ana’s idea had made you want the earth to open up and swallow you, it made sense to talk things out with him. 

This morning you’d remembered even more while you’d brushed your teeth… Seokjin helping you slip the skirt of your dress down, finding your kitchen to get you some water… You were slowly piecing things together and it was confusing the hell out of you… You wished more than anything you could remember the whole thing. To know what was going on inside your head at the time, because right now you were a mess. 

But hearing Seokjin sound so flippant, so unfazed made you a little deflated… What if you didn’t want to forget about it? 

“I mean, you did already, so,” he gave a shrug and you followed him into the elevator in a daze. 

“Oh, yeah, okay,” you forced yourself to say, hitting the third floor button. You turned to look at him and plastered a smile onto your face. It hurt. “Good idea.” 

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“Where is he?” Jungkook whined like a big kid. (The Christmas jumper he was wearing with a giant teddy bear in the centre didn’t help things…) “He knows I’m starving. Been saving myself all day for this.”

You raised a judgemental eyebrow. “You didn’t even have breakfast?” 

He looked at you, shooting you a quick wink. “I’m treating this buffet like it deserves to be treated. Like it’s my one and only.” At his side, Mina giggled. 

“Let’s just open up,” Hoseok suggested, reaching for the handle of the conference door. 

“No!” You exclaimed, standing in front of it. 

You were all waiting around like a bunch of lemons, Seokjin having done a disappearing act just before the party was due to start. Jungkook had already tried to call him three times but his phone was engaged. Everyone was getting impatient, but he needed to be here to see everyone’s reactions to his decorating. He’d been in there all morning, blinds closed, not even you knew what it looked like in there. 

“Y/N, come on,” Jungkook cried dramatically. “He won’t mind, let’s just get in there!”

“Fine,” you gave in, turning around to open up. You didn’t really have a choice, everyone was gearing up to trample you… 

One look inside had you a little speechless. It was beautiful, the room decorated like Santa’s Grotto. Seokjin had done an amazing job, and you felt bad for ever doubting his skill. For ever doubting his sincerity when it came to planning this entire party… 

“Oh, whoa,” Jungkook gasped behind you, sounding wholly surprised. “Jin did so well on the decorations.” You turned back to agree but saw him smirking. “You must be pissed.” 

“Shut up,” you scoffed and immediately swatted his hand away from a tray of sandwiches. “No! You have to wait!” 

Jungkook made a noise of agony, practically flaking out in one of the chairs. “I’m this close to passing out!”

You sighed at his dramatics. “I’ll go and look for him.” He can’t have gone far, surely? You pointed at everyone as you stepped out, expression stern. “No starting this party until I find him – and no eating food.” 

Jungkook whimpered. 

As you walked out of the office and down one flight of stairs you started to grow worried. What if something was wrong? Maybe there’d been an emergency and he’d had to leave…? Only, those thoughts didn’t have a chance to go too far as you spotted him almost immediately a little down the hallway. The second floor was unoccupied, most of the rooms either used for storage or ominously locked. He was stood with a shoulder against the wall, his back to you. The Santa’s hat he’d been wearing earlier was shoved into his back pocket. You’d caught him just in time, he was finishing up a phone call before staring at the screen, deep in thought it seemed. 

You suddenly felt nervous… You hadn’t been alone together at all since this morning and you’d been slightly miserable ever since then. Ever since he’d shut down the conversation you so badly wanted. You caught him staring your way a few times, when he was coming in and out of the conference room mid decorating – or maybe he was catching you staring. Who knew anymore. Your head was a mess, confused and unexplainably disappointed. 

But you needed to suck it up. There was a Christmas party to pull off, and it needed both its hosts…

“Seokjin?” You called, walking closer. 

He turned around with a start, shoving his phone into his jeans pocket. “Oh, hey.”

You took a moment to admire his Christmas jumper – a dabbing Santa Claus, which was pretty 2016 now, but whatever. You were wearing one similar to the bauble he’d gifted you yesterday, a cat wearing a Christmas hat, but you’d paired it with a Mrs. Claus skirt you wore every year without fail. Oh. You suddenly remembered something. Seokjin telling you he had a whole drawer full of Christmas sweaters. The thought should’ve made you laugh but you were still so nervous. You heart felt a little funny as you stared up at him. 

One thing was for certain, you didn’t think you could forget about the kiss. 

Could you excuse yourself to run away and call Ana? But then there’d be zero hosts at the party and Jungkook would disintegrate from hunger… You needed to power on. 

“Everyone’s wondering where you went,” you said, voice sounding strange as you spoke into the unsettling silence. 

You really didn’t want things to be awkward. You would hate it so much. You understood you didn’t have the best of relationships, but it worked for you both. Now it could all be ruined, and you didn’t want that. You didn’t know what you wanted…

Seokjin hesitated before tapping his pocket. “Sorry, phone call. Some type of insurance sales shit.” 

You nodded, unsure why you didn’t quite believe him, but chose to ignore it, giving him a short smile. “We should hurry up. Jungkook is salivating in there. He’s two seconds away from devouring the whole buffet.” 

Seokjin chuckled lightly at that. “Expected. He’s been fasting since 7pm last night.” 

Why didn’t that surprise you? 

“He’s already forced his way inside. Sorry. I tried to hold them off for as long as possible.”

“That’s my own fault.” He shrugged, then gave you a gentle smile. “Thanks for trying.” 

Your heart did a little flip. You tried to ignore it. “You did a great job on decorating by the way.” 

“You sound surprised,” he teased. “How many times do I have to say I lo– 

“You love Christmas, yes, okay, I believe you now.” You interrupted with a laugh. You remembered that from Saturday night, but you wanted to remember all of it. 

You opened your mouth, you needed to tell him. You needed to tell him you didn’t want to forget. “Seokjin,” you began, unsure how to continue. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. However it seemed he had things to say himself…

“I lied.”

Huh? 

His admission caught you off guard. He could probably tell by your face. He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck, looking awkward. “I lied about the phone call. It was Yoongi. He was giving me a pep talk.” 

“A pep talk?” You repeated, now aware you could hear your own heartbeat. 

He took a step forward and let out a deep breath, gearing himself up. “I can’t stop thinking about last weekend, Y/N.” Your heart was thudding now. “I know I said we should forget about it but I can’t. You don’t remember it and I know you regret it and I’m sorry for,” he stopped to sigh in frustration. “I don’t know, I just feel really guilty. Because I really enjoyed kissing you.” 

He was staring straight into your eyes, no more than a foot between you. He looked nervous and remorseful. You didn’t like it. 

Firm, you held his gaze. “I don’t regret it.” That thought had never crossed your mind. Even through all the shock and mortification. Yes, your memories were extremely vague, but you didn’t regret the kiss. If anything you were curious. Even more curious now. 

Seokjin paused, not expecting your reply, but he sounded hopeful. “You don’t?” 

You shook your head. “I was embarrassed when you told me, yes, but that was because I thought I’d made a fool of myself – I mean, I still did, but if you enjoyed kissing me I guess it was worth it.” 

Seokjin had enjoyed kissing you, and from your foggy memories, you’d enjoyed kissing him too. You smiled. It was contagious as he grinned your way too. 

“You didn’t make a fool of yourself. At all.” He stressed. “Do you remember anything now?” He sounded concerned, still unsure how to go about this. 

“Bits and pieces, yeah.” You admitted. “You got me a glass of water and then left…” 

He looked guilty. “I lost myself a little, I admit, but I couldn’t let it happen. I couldn’t go through with it because you were so drunk and I was pretty sure you hated me and I could never take advantage of you like that.” 

Your heart fluttered. Genuine Seokjin was dangerous for you. “I don’t hate you,” you told him pointedly, crossing your arms across your chest, the beginnings of a smirk itching to appear. “You annoy me to no end but that’s sort of your charm, I guess.” 

He cocked an eyebrow, sensing the change in atmosphere as he asked smugly, “My charm?”

“Don’t ruin it,” you snipped, feeling brave as you stepped closer to him to tilt your head and run a hand down his chest – down the dabbing Santa… “So, you liked kissing me?” 

He nodded enthusiastically, curiously watching your movements. “It felt good. And not just in my dick but like, everywhere.” 

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed, rendered speechless. 

“What?” He asked, eyes wide. He grabbed your hips pulling you closer and you couldn’t help but squeal, reaching for his shoulders. He felt good. Big and warm and familiar. “I’m trying to talk about my feelings here.” 

He was teasing you, sure, but he was also telling the truth. You knew that. Feelings was a scary word, an uncertain word, but you thought you liked the way it made you feel. Maybe Ana was correct… Maybe a part of you did like Seokjin. It sure felt like it right now…

“Kiss me,” you whispered, gaze on his mouth before it flickered to his eyes. “I’m sober now and I want to see if I like it too.” 

You already knew the answer. He did too by the smirk on his face, but he listened anyway, closing the distance between your mouths. His lips felt instantly familiar, making you feel at ease as they pressed into yours. Fluttering his eyes closed you followed suit and he moved gently, tentatively, as if he couldn’t believe it – as if he didn’t want to ruin anything. From the back of your mind vague memories started to wind their way forward, his kiss drawing them out. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body into his ever so slightly with a soft sigh. The tip of his tongue found yours, hints of it joining each drag of his mouth and something lit up inside of you. So you were inevitably disappointed when he pulled back, giving your hips a soft squeeze.

“So?” He grinned. 

You hummed out loud, running your fingers through the hair against the nape of his neck. He liked that. You remembered running them through his hair on the dancefloor, his hands on your body. Stomach doing somersaults, you wanted more – needed more. “Maybe a bit more tongue and I’ll give you an answer…” 

He breathed out a shaky laugh and you thought he might hit back with something but there was no time for talking, not when he couldn’t bear to be away from your lips. Listening, he licked into your mouth, moving with a lot more confidence now. He held you tight before one of his hands came up to softly cup your cheek, the quietest of noises escaping his throat – showing just how much he was enjoying himself. You joined him, moaning gently into the kiss, your tongues untiring as the air around you shifted. 

It was when your back hit the wall did you truly let yourself leave go, hands exploring the expanse of his back as he crowded you, humming greedily against your lips, his hands holding your face as if he couldn’t bear to leave you and come up for air. More memories fluttered their way past your eyelids, a lot more vivid now, Seokjin’s tongue beckoning them  to the forefront of your mind. 

You remembered your kiss was hot and heavy, up against your entry way wall. You had wanted him so bad in that moment and here wasn’t much different. It was like you had been thrown right back there – that eagerness, that want. The only reason you pulled away eventually was because you literally needed to breath. You didn’t fancy passing out, enjoying yourself way too much… 

“I can’t believe you said to forget about this,” you managed to speak, breathless, lips wet and flush as you ran your hands across the broadness of his shoulders. God. You couldn’t stop touching him. 

“I can’t believe you did forget about this,” he exclaimed. He was breathing heavy, just like at the club when you’d grinded all over him. Your memory was on your side now. All it had needed was a prod.   

He did have you there. Your bad. But – “In my defence you supplied the tequila shots.” Although, you had suggested a second round… 

He chuckled, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip. “Stop giving me attitude. It’s turning me on.” 

You stomach flipped, your fingernails digging into the wool blend of his jumper as you held him to you. You wanted to kiss him for hours, because now that you’d started you didn’t want to stop. 

“Should we head back now?” Seokjin asked against a curl of your tongue, one hand against the wall, the other stroking your jaw line. “They’re probably wondering where we both are.” 

“In a moment,” you murmured, a hand of yours bravely dragging down his side. You hit the waistband of his jeans and curled a finger through a belt loop, nudging his crotch flush to yours. Your mouth did the rest of the talking. Sober you wanted what drunk you had missed out on. 

“Fuck,” you heard him mutter, immediately understanding where you wanted this to lead. “Or we can just ditch those losers and go to my place?” He drew back to catch your reaction. “Your place?”

“We can’t do that.” As tempting as that sounded, you couldn’t not attend your own Christmas party you’d spent weeks organising. Seokjin was hot, but he wasn’t that hot. Plus, it would way too suspicious if you both just disappeared… 

Seokjin agreed with a little sigh. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

That didn’t mean you couldn’t think of other ideas though…

“What are you doing?” Seokjin asked, moving back slightly as you wrestled for your phone in your skirt pocket. He watched you search for Jungkook’s name in your phonebook – you were sure you still had his number from when you’d had to “mentor” him the first week he’d arrived. Success! You did! You hurriedly text him. 

(13:31pm) You: I can’t find him. Start without us but LEAVE me some food

He replied immediately. He was probably withering away by now, the poor boy. 

(13:32pm) Jungkook: Oh man Jin is so fucking dead  (13:32pm) Jungkook: Tell him I love him before you stick the knife in 🤪 (13:32pm) You: Sure thing 

You looked up at Seokjin and grinned. “Just bought us half an hour.”

He looked impressed, an eyebrow cocked as he regarded you. “What are we going to do in half hour? – and please don’t say kill me.” 

You giggled – actually giggled. Damn him. You reached for his belt loop again, tugging it gently. “Whatever it is, we can’t do it out in the hallway.” 

You were playing a very dangerous game here. Out in the open, at your place of work. The storeroom was probably an even sillier idea – but that’s where you ended up dragging him into, flipping on the light to save being surrounded in darkness. You were 99% sure the surveillance cameras didn’t work on this floor anyway, so…

“You’re crazy,” he laughed weakly in disbelief, stumbling over an (empty) mop bucket as he went to reach for you. 

“And you love it,” you smirked against his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. 

The urge took over again, now in the privacy of the storage cupboard you were free to do whatever you liked. Seokjin grew hard against you quickly, your mouths locked together in haste as his palms felt up your ass. It wasn’t long before he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his middle as he continued to kiss you greedily against the wall. His hands slipped  under your skirt, cupping your ass and you tried to circle your hips as best you could, feeling his erection through the layers of your tights and underwear, both of you straining out moans and grunts. 

“I’m having déjà vu,” he grinned, lowering his mouth to nip at your neck. You gasped, pushing into him and he took the opportunity to begin to kiss your throat. Just like last time… Déjà vu, indeed. 

Breaking away he looked between your bodies, the band of white wool along your skirt protecting your modesty, but only just. “You weren’t dressed as Mrs. Claus though.” He sunk his teeth into your neck once more, a little harder this time and you jerked, yelping as you squeezed the tops of his arms. He liked that reaction, licking a broad strip up the column of your throat, getting you all kinds of wet and sticky. 

No doubt between your legs matched. You were hot, and impatient, and Seokjin’s mouth was evil. Especially when he lifted his head, dark fringe in his eyes, and smirked at you. Fuck, you really wanted him. Your heart was doing somersaults. 

“A fucking sexy Mrs. Claus.” 

You immediately rolled your eyes. Why was he ruining it? You were not about to partake in some sordid Christmas roleplay fantasy of his… “Just shut up and kiss me.” 

He didn’t really feel like answering back. 

A few minutes later you were placed back on the floor, your legs a little shaky as you clung to him, mouths still unrelenting. You were both heavy breathed and burning with desire. He pinned you to the wall with his thigh, separating your legs and giving you something else to grind against as his lips trailed the expanse of your throat, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if he teared your hosiery. 

You were weak, slick against your underwear and desperate for some sort of release. Seokjin panted against your ear. “Do you remember what you said that night?” Moaning was all you could give in reply. “You wanted my dick. You were begging for it.” 

Hearing him speak like that drove you wild. “Mmhm. Remind me.” You could vaguely remember, too pent up to get embarrassed. 

He moved his thigh, pressing his crotch flush to yours and hooked a finger under your chin, lifting your face so he could kiss you again. You could feel his erection and unable to hold off any longer you reached between you and wrapped your hand around him. You could recall doing this before, Seokjin stopping you, but this time he did no such thing. Instead, he pushed into your touch, his voice thick with something that made you shiver as he spoke. 

“You drive me crazy… Every god damn day…” 

Your mind was a little too preoccupied to truly concentrate on his words but they seemed to stir something inside of you. Nudge something that had been forgotten. You couldn’t place it, but it had to do with last weekend. Something he’d said to you… before he’d kissed you… You couldn’t remember but the faintest of memories made you glow. 

“W-we should really just head to my place,” Seokjin stammered slightly, keening into your touch. You were sure his thighs were trembling, all the blood in his dick turning him weak. 

“There’s no need,” you breezed, and before you could take a moment to reconsider you were dropping to your knees. 

“Fuck, what are you doing?” He was practically beside himself, fingers digging into your shoulders as he watched you reach for the buttons on his jeans. 

“What do you think?” 

He sighed exhaustedly, a red flush beginning to travel its way up his neck, peeking above the collar of his sweater. “You’re trying to kill me.” 

Whatever he’d been expecting to happen in here hadn’t been you sucking his dick, you could tell. You took great pleasure in that. It was fun getting this kind of reaction from him. Truth was, when the mood struck, the mood struck, and you wanted him – badly. 

He watched you unbutton him, his black underwear coming into view – Calvin Klein, the band told you, and above that, where his jumper had ridden up, you could see a sliver of smooth tan skin – You just knew he was hiding a great body under there, but now wasn’t the time for stripping. You needed to be quick. 

You tugged his jeans down a little past his hips, enough for easy access. “You really want to kill–ughgh –!” 

He broke off with a surprised moan, your hand reaching inside his boxers to pull out his dick. Wrapping your palm around the base you gripped automatically, staring at what you could only describe as his third leg, with a slack jaw. “Of course you have a fucking massive dick,” you muttered, feeling a little unnerved. 

Surprise immediately dissipating, Seokjin gave you a smirk. “That obvious, huh?”

You breathed heavily through your nose, beginning to run your fist along his length on instinct. It was a good looking dick, you’d give him that. Tense at your sudden movements, Seokjin soon eased up, watching you carefully. You looked up at him, giving him a tiny, slightly shy smile… There really was no going back now. Not that you wanted to. Things had changed and they were going to change even more after this… 

“Come on,” he murmured, a hand reaching out to stroke your cheek. His voice sounded dangerous, low and honeyed as he gazed at you on your knees for him. “Suck it like I know you want to…” 

You scoffed, although surely he could see the effect he had on you. You weren’t bluffing anybody, not even yourself. “Don’t rush me.” 

Seokjin looked amused, but that soon changed when you swiped your tongue across the head of his cock in one fluid and determined motion. His knees pretty much buckled, a hand reaching for the side of your head, his fingers weaving into your hair. You chuckled a little mischievously, your lips wrapped around him, knowing the vibrations would fuck with his head some more. Seokjin laughed stiffly along, knowing what you were up to – knowing you loved having this sort of effect on him – but it sounded strained, wavering in the middle as his eyes locked with yours, the veins in his neck beginning to bulge with the strain. 

You moved, wrapping your lips around him further, your tongue washing against the hot skin and he stumbled forward a little, a grunt slipping from his mouth. That fuelled you, slipping him deeper, your tongue tracing patterns along the underside before you pulled back and repeated. You weren’t kidding when you said he had a massive dick, it was almost daunting, but you found a way around it, massaging your fist along the base of him in time with your mouth until you found a confident rhythm. 

“Oh, fuck.” 

That boosted your ego too, taking great pleasure in the way you seemed to have stunned Seokjin into more or less complete silence. He wasn’t very cocky right now, was he? If you had known sucking his dick would shut him up, you’d have done it long ago – or maybe that was your own horniness talking… Who knew right now. 

You popped off him, running your palm wider, further along to circle over the head, your saliva acting as lubrication, quiet squelching noises slipping from between your fingers. You smirked up at him, “Am I still boring?”

It took him a moment to process your question, his body hunched, surrendering to the pleasure, and you admired the way his lips parted, each breath audible as he stared down at you, dark eyes glazed over. God, he was hot. How had you been so unbothered by him for so long? 

Shaking his head, he halfway came to. “Sucking my dick in a storeroom, can’t get any wilder than this. Well done, you proved me wrong.” 

That was nice to hear. You liked it when he was wrong, mainly because you loved being right. You wrapped your free hand around the top of his thigh, needing the support as you took his dick in your mouth again. Feeling ambitious you willed yourself to relax as you eased along him, taking him deeper, beginning to bob back and forth, the faintest of noises escaping the back of your throat. 

It drove him crazy, his head falling back as he whined. “If this is all just to prove a point and you stop before I cum, I’m going to cry like a motherfucking baby.” 

You tried to laugh but ended up choking, gagging on his cock – unflattering surely, but he seemed to love it, his eyes flashing as he cupped your hand that gripped his girth, gently pulling it away to place on his other thigh. He didn’t want his view obstructed he watched. Besides, you didn’t need your hand as a safety net anymore anyway…

“Fu-ck, you look so good sucking my dick,” he awed, his voice hoarse. He tightened the hold he had on your hair, the fingers of his other hand brushing rouge strands out of your face. You looked up at him, mouth stuffed and he smirked. It made your core pulse. “On your knees. You couldn’t get down there quick enough.” 

A moan slipped from your throat, pulsating against his cock. Of course the guy had a filthy mouth, it should’ve been obvious. What was shocking though, was the effect it had on you. Dirty talk was cringeworthy in your eyes, not many men could pull it off – not even Namjoon – but words like that coming from Seokjin?! You were sure you’d just freshly drenched your underwear. It would surely be a slip ‘n’ slide down there when he finally got his hands on you – If he got his hands on you. Fuck, he better. 

A nudge of his hips cut short your momentary distraction, realising that Seokjin was beginning to thrust ever so slightly into your mouth. He noticed your attention on him and asked hesitantly, “This okay?” 

“Mhmmhmm,” you hummed, gurgling a little which seemed to drive him a little crazy. You let him take control, concentrating on breathing through your nose and pleasuring him with your tongue as he gently fucked your mouth. 

You were losing your mind, hazy pleasure blurring your vision and clouding your thoughts.  Rationality was out the window long ago, all that you knew was the red, hot want you had for him. The Christmas party and the fact you were risking your job right now didn’t come into play, all you cared about was chasing that desire. 

Looking up at Seokjin you noticed his eyes were closed now, his chin tilted towards the ceiling, expression contorted with pleasure as the quietest of moans escaped his throat with each rugged breath he took. You pulsed down below, only this time the urge burned its way up your body, getting hotter as he quickened his motions, seemingly losing himself, seemingly pursuing his end. 

He pulled back abruptly during one withdraw, breath shaky as he kept the tip of his cock inside your mouth, as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from the warm wetness. You sucked firmly, catching his gaze and he just about lost it, eyes rolling into the back of his skull. 

“Shit,” he cursed, ever so slightly nudging further into you, edging himself almost. You darted the tip of your tongue along his slit, earning yourself a soft hiss. His thighs were trembling, you could feel the vibrations under your palm and his neck was thick and tense with strain, patched red, as he tried his might to gain some control over the pleasure you were giving him. “J-Just checking, there’s no chance we’ll have sex in here, right?” 

His voice trembled too, all light and airy and so unlike his voice that you were familiar with. His eyes were blow wide as he gaped down at you, his lips plumper than you’d ever seen them before. He was beautiful. Damn, you really wanted to kiss him again… 

You slid away, cupping your hand around his dick to jerk him off ever so slowly, a couple of inches along the base. He was more than slick now, coated in your spit, flesh veiny and angry red. Shifting on your knees, ignoring the cricks to power on through, you shrugged. “Not unless you carry condoms with you at work.” 

He pondered for a moment. “I can’t say I do.” That caused you to chuckle, leaning in to curl your tongue against the side of his cock. He startled, a loud moan escaping that was surely unnecessary, but it did wonders for your ego. 

He tightened his hold on your head, angling you to the tip of his dick, desperate to get back into your warmth. “So you won’t be disappointed when I inevitably bust a nut?” 

You raised an eyebrow, his cock drawing translucent patterns against your lips as you replied. “That’s why I’m down here.” 

He whimpered, the sheer thought of coming exciting him further. You slipped him back inside, feeling him grip his fingers into your hair, anchoring himself – and you, in preparation. 

“Oh, ffuck,” he muttered, watching you begin to meet every thrust his hips gave you. You were determined, eager for him to cum. You hadn’t sucked dick in so long but now you were in your element, each reaction from Seokjin, no matter how small, encouraging you. The fact he was hiding a foot long in his pants was now no issue at all. You were a pro, just like in all aspects of life. 

A strange sound left the back of Seokjin’s throat, almost as if he was getting strangled and his shoulders slumped, the rest of him growing stiff. “Where am I doing this?” He asked weakly. “Y/N?” He demanded pretty shrilly when you didn’t reply. 

You weren’t relenting, somehow pushing him deeper into your mouth and down your throat and he groaned loudly, blunt nails digging into your scalp. “You want me to cum down your throat?” 

Ding Ding. Clever Seokjin. 

You nodded widely around his girth, gagging a little a process, but this time you owned it. He loved it. 

“Fuck.” He grunted, spreading his feet a little, planting himself to the tiles. “You really want my fucking cum.” 

You moaned, sending a fire of vibrations up his dick and you knew you had him. His hips stilled almost instantly, his cock rammed inside your mouth and you readjusted, using your tongue to coax his release. He came with a deep exhale like moan, stumbling forward with a surprised grunt as one of his hands reached out to slam into the wall behind you. You held him steady with your hands flat against his thighs, swallowing his cum down quickly because you definitely had a love hate relationship with the stuff. Dealt with swiftly, you more than welcomed it. 

Seokjin softly chuckled down at you as he fell from your mouth, now well on his way to growing flaccid and eased off as you straightened your back and made motions to stand (on shaky legs). He tucked himself back inside his underwear, the snap of the waistband making you flutter. Flutter where you wanted him to touch the most. 

You felt warmth as he hooked a hand around your hip, pulling you to him with a bashful grin. “That was worth getting fired for.” 

You giggled, wiping the sides of your mouth with the back of your hand before cupping the back of his neck, dragging him closer as you backed up against the wall. You liked when he crowded around you, liked feeling him against your body. Your body that was screaming for him right now… 

“No one’s getting fired,” you reassured, voice a murmur and then either you or he connected your mouths again. Couldn’t tell who – it was probably both of you. It was amusing that you were the one assuring him, Miss. Uptight who worried about every single little thing. He was the one was supposed to be carefree, yet this had all been your idea. 

Your hand dragged down his chest, feeling the hardness of his pecs, and for a split second you thought about taking him up on the offer of ditching the party and driving to his place. You wanted to get him naked, wanted to see what you could feel, and you really wanted to fuck him. Yet, you knew it was a bad idea. Even worse than sucking dick on the second floor of the office building. Possibly. 

“How long do you think we have before they throw a search party?” Seokjin asked, cupping your face with one hand as the other snaked down to your ass. 

“We still have time.” 

You and Seokjin were always at one another’s throats, no one would guess you were actually getting it on directly underneath them… You were positive. 

“Hm. Enough for me to return the favour?” He contemplated. 

You made a noise of agreement, nodding eagerly as you stretched for his mouth, unable to just. Stop. Kissing. Him. 

It turned hot and heavy immediately, decision now made, and you grasped at one another, kissing wildly. “I love touching you,” he grunted against your tongue, hands gripping anything he could. You had to agree, especially his shoulders. You’d never felt anything like them in your entire life, no wonder he had the upper body strength to hold you up. He was big. Big big, and it was driving you crazy. 

“This ass,” he growled, pulling away from your lips as both hands cupped the rounds of flesh, giving them a very keen and firm squeeze. Skirt bunched up at your hips he had the perfect access. You moaned, the heat between your bodies becoming unbearable and you nearly collapsed into him when one of his hands found its way to your core, cupping the sensitive flesh hesitantly. That was until he felt how soaked you were. It had seeped through your underwear, dampening your tights. It felt heavy and uncomfortable but you guessed that was soon to change now that he’d gotten his hands on you… 

“So fucking wet,” he purred, dropping his height a little to meet your eyes. His fingers slipped inside your panties, his index and middle finger running along your folds before a knuckle found your clit, your hips bucking. He rubbed the bundle of nerves rather lightly, but it was enough. You were beside yourself, any pleasure, however slight, blowing your mind. You moaned sweetly, hot air puffing against Seokjin’s lips. He smirked. “Someone’s very responsive.”

“Please,” you moaned, however you weren’t too sure what you needed to beg for. 

He loved it though, smirking wider. “There she is.” 

“Please, Seokjin,” you repeated, clutching to the neck of his sweater. Hazy memories of last weekend drifted into the forefront of your mind. Begging him for his dick. Sadly, you couldn’t have that right now, but there was always second best. 

Leaning in as if to kiss you he pulled back last minute, a teasing lilt to his tone as he asked you a question. “What do you want, baby?” 

You moaned again, the pet name not so bad after all and pressed into his touch, the headiness in his voice making you tremble with need. Your answer was simple. “Your fingers.”  

Seokjin wasted no time, yanking his hand away to tug at your hosiery. They didn’t budge, so he moved his other hand from your ass to help. Maybe the light sheen of sweat that painted your skin had stuck tight the nylon – or maybe he was just useless… 

“What the hell are these?” He huffed, clearly impatient. 

“Stop, you’re going to rip them,” you told him off. All you needed was to walk back inside the office with laddered tights… How very unsuspicious… 

“They’re dumb.” 

“I’m sorry,” you exclaimed, “wasn’t expecting us to be getting it on today.”

Seokjin paused what he was doing to shoot you a look of sheer judgement. “Getting it on?”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. Yes, maybe your choice of words were lame, but it still stood. You were getting it on right now!

He laughed and tugged at the waistband one last time, finally succeeding but also yanking down your underwear in the process. 

“Let me see you,” he strained out, gripping your hips and you had no time to feel embarrassed by your sudden waist-down nakedness. His eyes drunk up your soaked core, before he looked up at your face again, his right hand reaching for you, each brush of his fingertips turning you boneless. “Fuck. You have the best pussy I’ve ever seen.” 

He was kissing you again, pushing you further into the wall. Pussy. Under all circumstances that word was just yuck, but once again, coming from Seokjin it didn’t seem so bad anymore. It made your core leap, but that might have been something to do with the way he was nestling a deft, long finger inside of you. Your walls clenched around the intrusion as you moaned into his mouth and you gripped at his shoulders, rolling your hips as he started to curl the digit against your warmth. 

Ever so carefully he added a second finger, the burn easing quickly as pleasure took over. His thumb rubbed messy circles against your clit, your arousal beginning to squelch audibly inside the small room. You hooked your arms around his neck instead, pulling him closer and he grunted into your mouth, sounding unlike himself. 

“Seokjin–!” You mewled, falling from his mouth to catch your breath.

“Yeah, me,” he smirked, his free had rubbing small circles into your hip as he continued to give you what you wanted. “I love it when you say my name.” His lips landed on your throat and you pushed your head to the side, pretty sure you were moaning too loudly now but the stimulation was too good to ignore. You grew wetter. His fingers easily sliding in and out of you as he started to finger you quicker, the lewd squelching sticking inside your ears. 

“You’re soaked, Y/N. Did I do this?” He murmured against your ear before nibbling your lobe. You shuddered. “Sucking my dick made you so horny.” The hand on your hip slid to your ass, and he squeezed the meat hard, using it as leverage to go even faster. You squeezed around his fingers tightly, crying out. 

But then there was nothing but emptiness as he pulled them out, making you gasp out in shock. He looked playfully smug. “What’s up? Lost your voice?”

This fucker. Jungkook was right, you were going to murder him. Only not for going AWOL but for not giving you the orgasm you craved. Seokjin’s wet hand massaged the inside of your thigh, and you squeezed your legs together trying your best to ease the tension that was building up. 

“Seokjin, don’t fuck around.” You told him sternly, although your voice was anything but calm. 

“Am I fucking around?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as he lowered his shoulders and stole another look at your needy heat. Something inside him changed then, as he let out a curse. “Shit. I wanna taste you.” His eyes pleaded with you. “Can taste you?” 

You were nodding before you realised, although you weren’t about to say please again – 

you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead you exhaled out a shaky yes. 

Squatting immediately he pulled the nylon passed your knees, lifting a foot to slip off one of your heels, the leg of your hosiery following soon after. You wobbled as he raised your foot higher and you reached out for his shoulders to steady yourself. 

“I got you,” he reassured. “I just need to spread you a little.” Hooking your foot on the bottom shelf of the cabinet next to you, your legs widened, giving him perfect access to where you needed him the most. “There,” he said, looking pleased with himself. 

His gaze soon darkened when he got a look at you and you braced yourself against the wall as he stalked nearer, a palm cupping your thigh before he followed the curve with his mouth, kissing his way closer and closer to your core. You groaned softly when his lips parted around your clit, warmth flooding you, slowly inking its way through your veins and darting his tongue out he brushed it against you slowly, repeating with the same rhythm until you were squirming, a hand reaching for his hair just for something to grip. 

He sped up, learning what your body liked quickly, dropping to one knee to sink further into you. You moaned pretty loudly when you felt his fingers press against your entrance, slipping inside, and you took him greedily and nosily, pushing into his tongue that had now curled around your clit as he sucked softly. 

You fell to pieces. Fingernails dragging along his scalp as you tugged at his hair. Which he seemed to love, by the way. If his grunting was anything to go by, his movements more determined, firmer. Each time he sucked, point of his tongue flicking against you, you lost it a bit more, gasping out in pleasure. Boy knew how to use his mouth, you were pleasantly surprised. 

He pulled back, his breath a little ragged and replaced his tongue with the pad of his thumb, rubbing tight, firm circles against your sticky clit. “You like getting your clit sucked. Noted.” He grinned, sending your stomach flipping. His mouth and chin were covered in your arousal, which he made no attempt to clean off. In fact, he went immediately back for seconds, licking a wide strip up your whole core, noises of satisfaction leaving him. 

“God, Seokjin,” you murmured weakly, dizzy and trembling. If he kept this up you were going to cum very soon. Especially with the way his fingers caressed your insides, pressing deep until he hit something that had you yelping. 

He looked triumphant as he dropped to both knees now, looking up at you, watching your reaction as he repeatedly curled against your g-spot. You squirmed around, pleasure becoming a little unbearable but oh, so addictive. 

“So, no one ends up fucking at the office Christmas party, huh?” He asked nonchalantly. This fucker was really having a casual conversation with you as he tried to bring you to your knees. By his smug grin, he knew what he was doing. 

Well, not on your watch. 

You bit back a moan, and shrugged, trying your best to sound normal. “We’re not going all the way so technically, that still stands.” 

He laughed loudly, genuinely amused, but his fingers had other ideas. He pulled out halfway, straightening his digits to fuck into you – hard. You choked out, feeling him slowly withdraw, letting you catch your breath before he repeated. And repeated. And repeated…

You were close to seeing stars, the moans rolling freely from your mouth as you clung to his hair. He was evil. “Seok–oh, shit,” you cursed, feeling him deep inside you yet again. “Seokjinnn.” 

“What is it, babe?” He asked, acting oblivious. At the name you clenched around his soaked fingers. “I knew you loved it when I called you that.” You didn’t have time to chew him out because his tongue was washing against your clit again, curling around it, prodding it, sucking it… Your eyes rolled back, a thin sheen of sweat coating your neck and chest, and you knew you weren’t long for this world. You were ten seconds away from becoming a puddle on the floor. 

“Gonna cum, baby?” You squeezed around his fingers again, clit pulsing against his tongue. “You love that too.” You could feel his shit eating grin against you but didn’t care.  

“Don’t stop,” you demanded, out of breath. 

“Not planning on it,” he affronted, licking up your folds once again. You gasped loudly, clenching your eyes tightly closed. You were hanging over the pinnacle, just a little more and you’d fall. You were this close to coming and you might explode in the process. 

“I’m going to make this pussy cum so good. So fucking good,” Seokjin almost goaded, which was in fact, what pushed you over the edge. You came with a loud, strained cry, white hot pleasure that exploded behind your eyelids. 

He made sure to rinse you for all you were worth, until you were writhing out of his grip, your grasp on his hair easing and then he was jumping to his feet, his mouth suddenly on yours with a grunt, kissing you like crazy. You couldn’t tell who was out of breath more.

“Tonight.” He announced ferociously. “Tonight. Please come over and let me fuck you.” 

You moaned at the thought, your tongues turning messy as you tried to concentrate and form words. “My place. I live alone. We can be as loud as we like.” 

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Five minutes later you were back in your tights, knees wobbling together as you tried to slip into your shoe. There wasn’t time for more chitchat – or kissing, you needed to get back to the office before someone came looking for you both. 

“So does that mean you forgive me over Rosal & Steinar?” Seokjin asked curiously, still fairly out of breath. He’d wiped his mouth now, in attempt to clean himself up, but his bangs were slightly kinked, forehead shiny and his cheeks were very much still red. 

You turned to him and smirked. “Another orgasm and maybe.” 

He chuckled. “I’m positive that can be arranged.” You didn’t doubt it. “No, but really,” he carried on, taking you by surprise when he clasped your hand, rooting you to the spot. “You know I had to do it, right? I felt terrible but there weren’t many options.” 

His eyes pooled with sincerity and you found yourself softening, growing touched. It was nice to know he hadn’t done it out of spite – although why he would have seemed pretty ludicrous to believe now… No, you’d just been bitter. 

“I know, Seokjin,” you smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’ve forgotten about it.” He looked a little sceptical. “I forgive you,” you insisted with a laugh. It was either he closed the deal or they found another company… They were legitimately the only two options. You got it. 

He returned your smile, finally accepting your reassurance, and you tugged at his hand, opening the storeroom door. You needed to leave. Now. 

But –

Turning back at him over your shoulder, you shot him a playful grin. “Doesn’t mean I won’t steal them back next year though.” 

His eyes widened in surprise before they lit up, his laughter loud down the empty hallway.

“Game on, baby.”

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“Do I look acceptable?” 

You and Seokjin were mere inches from the door leading into the office, your whispers nervous as you hesitated about going inside. You needed to get your best lying face on. ASAP.

“Hang on,” you said, reaching up to adjust his Santa’s hat. The flush on his face had paled, thankfully. “There we go. What about me?”

“Hm.” He pondered, cupping your face to stare down at you, worrying you actually. “I still think we look like we were giving mad head in the storeroom.” 

“Stop,” you groaned, pulling away from him as you realised he was only teasing. You were still pretty sticky downstairs, but you were sure you looked visibly presentable. “You’re going to make it obvious.” 

Finally plucking up the courage, you pushed the door open and stepped inside, Seokjin following. Your Christmas playlist grew louder instantly and of course, the first person you saw was Jungkook, ass perched on your desk for some reason, snacking on a bowl of olives. He popped them like they were grapes. He better not have dripped olive oil over your keyboard, you’d kill him. 

“Ah, look who turned up to their own party,” he exclaimed, standing up. He dropped the bowl right next to your desktop and wiped his fingers into his jeans, striding towards you both. 

You took a deep breath and went for that Oscar. “Blame Seokjin,” you fumed. 

“Where the hell did you disappear to?” He laughed, directing his question to Seokjin who stood behind you still. 

“I, uh... I...” 

You rolled your eyes inwardly. If he fucked this up, well then, he wasn’t fucking you tonight…

“I went to grab a cake.” 

A fucking cake. He’d walked in empty handed. Great white lie there, Seokjin… 

Jungkook looked back and forth between you, his face contorting in confusion. “So... Where is the cake?” 

“Uh.” 

You needed to save this idiot. “Dummy forgot to order it,” you sneered, walking past Jungkook to grab the bowl of olives. 

“Hey,” Seokjin exclaimed, sounding way too offended for it to be acting, just as Jungkook burst into laughter. You didn’t know what Seokjin expected, he’d walked straight into that one. 

“I really thought she’d killed you,” Jungkook told his friend, whacking his shoulder. Seokjin’s eyes widened in warning, a hand coming out to karate slice the younger guy’s neck. 

“I went easy on him,” you grinned, stopping them before they started wrestling for real. “– Y’know, Christmas spirit and all that.” 

That caught Seokjin’s attention. You looked at one another properly for the first time since you’d stepped inside. Eyebrows raised he looked entertained. “You went easy on me?” 

“Yup,” you nodded, unable to hide your smirk.

His expression changed for a split second, a glimmer in his eyes that made you mildly feverish at the thought of him getting his hands on you later on. 

“Duly noted,” was all he replied, and you shared a smile before Jungkook interrupted. 

“I saved you both some food. Come on,” he motioned with his hand. 

“Thanks, JK,” Seokjin bellowed, clapping his back. 

You followed behind them, nerves easing up. “Yeah, thanks, Jungkook.” 

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If anything, Seokjin was the one who got grilled the most during the rest of the party, he had been the one to disappear after all, so it was fun watching him squirm as Hoseok demanded answers. He looked a right fool for “forgetting” to order a cake, but he’d brought it all on himself so you couldn’t feel too sorry for him… 

He was also risking a lot when he felt up your ass as you were finding his stupid Secret Santa gift in your desk drawer, ready to exchange with everyone. You straightened up immediately, pushing his hand away just in case anyone noticed – Mina was literally a desk away from you, although she was too busy giggling at Jungkook who was acting up on the karaoke machine to notice anything. 

Seokjin winked as you glared at him. “Can’t wait for tonight.” 

You pointed your index finger between his eyes. “Behave or I’ll cancel.” 

But, you both knew you were just talking shit… 

Written 2020 - 2021.  Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 28.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings In This Chapter: Use Of A Sex Toy, Lactation Kink, Degradation, Daddy Kink, Begging, Sex Over A Desk, Bratty!OC, Dom!Yoongi, Mentions Of The Color System, Sex Against A Window, Exhibitionism, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie, Insecure!Yoongi

A/N: I’m back from vacation. Here is your weekly dose of Yoongles. Also big ups to my ladies @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna​. Love yall.

Why do people even get married? If you had it your way you would just get married at City Hall with your parents and best friends. But getting married to a CEO is never that easy. Combine that with your raging hormones, sore back and ankles, and your overbearing, over the top best friend… it's all a bit much to handle. Not to mention now that everyone knows who you are, you have eyes on you at all times.

Although, you know how happy Yoongi is about all of this. You can see how he radiates joy with each step as you walk hand in hand together out in public. That pretty much makes it all worth it.

"I'm allergic to coconut," Yoongi breathes out, pushing the plate of wedding cake in front of him away.

You hum in agreement, leaning back into the plush armchair.

"They're all so good, I don't know what to pick." you say truthfully, looking over the multitude of wedding cake samples that are spread across the exorbitantly large dining room table.

"Well, you have… twenty minutes to figure it out." Leena notifies you from the other end of the room.

"You know, you're like a drill sergeant or something," you murmur.

You can hear Yoongi's gentle snigger when she narrows her eyes at you. "My perfect, amazing, gorgeous best friend is only getting married once. It has to be the event of a lifetime. So strap in and call me General Matrimony."

"Hear, hear." your fiance agrees smothering your cheek with a kiss.

"In my opinion the double chocolate fudge with marshmallow Swiss buttercream is the best." Leena decides, pointing to the cake in the middle of the table.

"Too sweet." you and the CEO reply at the same time.

She sneers at your combined cuteness.

"Are we trying to be disgustingly decadent or classy?" Yoongi quips to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

Leaning your temple against him, your cheeks puff out in thought. "Disgustingly classy?"

Leena points at you with her gold pen. "Love that."

The CEO snorts loudly, running the tip of his nose over your temple.

"If we're being disgustingly classy, we should do the chocolate chiffon cake with the light white raspberry filling." you announce, pointing at the cake in front of you.

"That was really good," Yoongi agrees, planting his hand on your protruding stomach.

Leena looks up at you over her clipboard impressed. "If I knew you were gonna turn into some hoity toity queen, Miss Thing -- I would have shoved you at Yoongi a long time ago." she jeers.

You roll your eyes with a laugh before wincing at a kick that's just a bit too tender on the ribs.

"Honggi. Relax, buddy." Yoongi mutters in your direction.

You had decided on a name last night. It honestly didn't take you long at all. You and your fiance are always on the same page.

Honggi is a powerful name and Yoongi's son should have that prowess and power behind him.

Yoongi came to love the simple word almost immediately and even when you were drifting off to sleep, you could hear the CEO murmuring semblances of the name.

When Leena looks over you both, her sharp and intense features begin to soften. "God, you guys are cute. It's fucking disgusting." she whines, sipping her champagne.

Shaking his head with a laugh your soon-to-be husband seems to agree. "I'm not the one who brings the cuteness here." he chirps, running his thumb in loving strokes over your distended skin.

Leena gives you a moment or two to calm down before hardening her gaze and tapping the famed clipboard with her pen. "Floral arrangements, come on folks! We don't have time!"

"Wedding tyrant." Yoongi breathes playfully, earning a snort from you.

"Good morning, Sir." Shea calls to Yoongi as he gets out of the elevator.

"Hey, Shea. Mornin'." the CEO mutters, running his fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

It was no secret that after the unfortunate incident with his mother, you started to despise Kira. You never said anything of course, you were too kind for that. But Yoongi knew, he always knows. So he did what he thought was best and let her go. He did however give her a gigantic 'keep quiet' sum of money as well as having her sign a NDA. He wasn't about to let the woman that's kept him company many times throughout many years go blabbering at the mouth due to being disgruntled.

"You have two meetings today and then after lunch you have a few contracts to sign." Shea explains.

Yoongi likes that she's strictly business. And more importantly, she doesn't look at him like he's a piece of meat on sale at the butchers.

"Thanks." he breathes, picking up his coffee from the reception desk.

"Oh! And your fiance called!" she beams.

He knows she's a fan of your artwork and just the mention of you has both of them smiling like idiots. Nothing like simping to start off the day.

"Oh? Is she okay?" he inquires, pulling out his phone.

"She said she's bringing you lunch, so don't eat." Shea instructs.

He hums thoughtfully. "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky. Huh?" he quips, heading towards his office.

The day goes by slower and slower with each passing minute. He equates it to being away from you and his son if he's being honest.

The meetings are all the same. Boring and tedious with glasses of whisky to take the boredom even slightly away.

The old men that seem to run the company beneath him have more to say about the project managers than their own jobs. It's almost baffling.

But when Yoongi gets the solace of being in his exorbitantly large office again on his own, he finds peace there.

Shea wasn't too forthcoming with just how many contracts he has to sign and the stack of them on his desk makes his eye twitch.

"God, when is lunch?" he breathes, turning around in his large chair to look at the sonogram painting of his son you so artfully created.

Digging into his suit pocket, he looks for the trusty gold pen he uses to sign documents -- but he feels something else first. It's small, fitting in his palm and his eyebrows furrow. When he pulls it out, he can't say he isn't confused.

You did pick out his suit this morning, much like you do every morning but he's never had a remote in his pocket before.

Picking up his phone, he's immediately intrigued.

The phone rings loudly in his ear and suddenly he's forgotten all about work.

"Hello?"

"Little dove." his voice sounds confused and playful at best.

He examines the small black remote, having no idea what on Earth it's for.

"Yeah?" you quip back.

"I found a remote in my pocket. Any idea why?" he prods, his eyebrows flickering up expectantly.

The hum of uncertainty you give makes him all the more curious.

"No. Why is there a remote in your pocket? Did you take the garage remote instead of your car key?" you inquire.

It's simply ridiculous but now he's questioning himself. "What? No! Then how would I have gotten to work?"

He presses the 'On' button and flips it over in his hand expectantly.

"Oh God," you whisper softly.

"You okay? Is Honggi kicking a lot?" Yoongi asks, putting down the remote to give you his full attention.

"N-No. I was just surprised. I'm in the car, now on my way over to your office."

Your voice sounds breathless and strange all at once and for the first time… probably ever -- Yoongi doesn't take it sexually. "You better tell Minho to be careful driving, you hear me?"

"Mhm." you gasp softly.

"Well if you didn't put this thing in my pocket, I don't know how it got here then." Yoongi murmurs, pushing more buttons on it curiously.

"Oh my God, Minho drive faster!" you squeak out.

The CEO is completely at odds with what's happening. "You alright?" he inquires curiously.

"I just really need to… pee." you babble.

You sound dazed and lost, even needy all of a sudden.

"I'm sure. Honggi is getting big." your fiance agrees, drawing imperfect shapes on his desk with the tip of his finger.

"I'm here. I'll be right up, Daddy." you whimper, hanging up on him.

He pulls the phone away from his ear, eyebrows completely furrowing. "What's wrong with her?" he bleats.

He's signed a total of three documents by the time you make it upstairs.

Just hearing your sweet voice interacting with Shea in the far distance sends his heart absolutely pounding with excitement. Seeing you sometimes gives him the adrenaline of bungee jumping or cliff diving.

When the doors of his office burst open, he can't help the gummy smile that spreads over his features.

He takes in your attire and suddenly he's confused. You're wearing a stylish black trench coat that flourishes out at the bottom, but he can't see the dress you're wearing beneath it.

"What dress are you wearing that doesn't cover your mid thighs?" he asks, pushing back his desk chair to stand up tall.

Your fingers are shaking and you hurriedly slam the door shut. When you lock the both of you inside his large office, he knows something is weird.

"Y/N?"

Turning around to him with your back flush to the door, he can see how colored your cheeks are. Your lips are parted like your gasping for breath and your eyes are low with lustful intentions.

He finds something in his gut stirring at the sight of you.

"Baby? You okay?" he prods, rounding his desk.

Your fingers fumble with the belt around your belly which keeps the trenchcoat in place.

It's almost amusing how flustered you are.

You don't seem to be in any pain and Yoongi takes this all in as strange.

He leans back against the desk, waiting patiently for you to reply.

"I'm fine!" you assure him, shoving open the coat.

If his eyes could widen any larger, they'd probably pop out of his head.

You stand before him, scantily clad in thin, lace lingerie.

"Baby!" he gawks, rushing towards you to cover you up.

He can't help the way his cock begins to stir below the belt at the sight of you.

"What're you doing?" he hisses, gripping both sides of the trench coat.

You whimper gently, hooking your hand around his neck to pull him down to your height. He allows you to kiss him, he can feel the fervent need coming from your lips. His hands slowly slide from the coat to beneath it, feeling the soft skin of your belly.

"Want you," you gasp, pulling one of his hands between your thighs.

He can feel the vibrations against his fingertips and it all makes sense now. He groans loudly, pulling you back in for a fierce and passionate kiss.

His teeth nibble gently at your bottom lip and in all honesty, he's astounded by your forwardness. It's rare to see you like this but when your hormones are raging and in charge of your brain… who is he to stop you?

"You naughty little dove." he jeers, pulling you towards his desk.

"What's got you so playful today?" he inquires, pushing the multitude of contract folders aside.

He helps you up onto the desk, spreading your legs with a wanton groan.

The clit and g-spot vibrating sex toy you had recently spoken about sits between your sodden pussy lips. Yoongi can see how wet you are through the thin lingerie and it makes his heart beat faster at the sight.

"Just wanted to," you whimper, spreading your legs wider.

Stepping between your limbs, his hands can't seem to separate from your soft skin. Reluctantly, he leaves your belly to tug down the cups of your bra. Your breasts spring out, swaying and dribbling milk languidly.

"You're leaking milk in public, like a little cum slut."

His dominance is overwhelming to your senses and you can only nod fervently in agreement.

"I'm your cum slut. I'm yours." you babble, wrapping your hand around his tie and pulling him towards you.

It's not like this extreme horniness has come from nowhere. In fact, you've been in pain from kicks and punches from your growing son for a week or so now and the one day you don't feel any pain at all -- the most pressing horniness you've ever felt has overcome you.

His lips are soft and warm against yours. They draw you in like a fly to honey and you're enraptured with the man you're in love with.

"I never thought you'd turn up at my office like this, little dove." Yoongi murmurs, pressing soft kisses to the column of your neck.

"I'm so horny, I'm going to pass out!" you complain, reaching for his belt.

He can hear the sheer neediness in your voice and it sends him into overdrive.

"I'll take care of you, baby girl. Don't worry." he assures you, cupping your breasts and gingerly swiping his thumbs across your leaking nipples until you're sobbing with relief.

"D-Daddy!" you whine, unbuckling his belt.

The way your voice peaks makes his eyes immediately rise to the double doors of his office.

"You're gonna have to be a little quieter for me, babe. I'm at work." he murmurs, kissing your lips softly.

You whimper, giving him an understanding nod.

"Good girl," your fiance praises, wrapping his lips around your nipple.

Your hand cups your mouth when you gasp loudly. Shaking like a leaf, your body is quite literally vibrating with sexual need.

He sighs gently against you, adoring you for all you're worth. One hand pinches and rolls your forsaken nipple while the other caresses your stomach.

The vibrating with you seems to only get faster and you're so stimulated that fat tears of pleasure begin to roll down your cheeks.

"Feels good, little dove?" Yoongi coos around your nipple, enmeshing his fingers into the sides of your underwear. In mere seconds it becomes strings in his hands. He groans against your skin gently, tucking your destroyed undergarments into his suit pants pocket.

"S-So good! Fuck," you moan, shoving down his pants.

The sight before you has you licking your lips expectantly. His cock is already throbbing with need and it's a welcome sight.

One thing you can always count on with Yoongi is his complete and utter patience when it comes to pleasing you. His cock could be fucking purple with need and he would still take his time making sure you're satisfied first.

His fingers run over the smooth silicon of the sex toy and he shivers visibly at the vibrations. "How's it feel, baby? You like the new toy?" he inquires, kissing over the valley of your breasts.

You hum in agreement, lifting your hips slightly begging him to touch you.

You can feel your veins coursing with white hot pleasure, it feels like electricity firing through every pore in your body.

When his fingers slide over your opening, he can't help but choke on a moan. "God, your cunt is soaked. Shit." he curses, dipping a finger into your heat.

"You're gaping for my cock, Jesus Christ." he breathes out.

Yoongi knows he probably isn't going to last long. It's been awhile since you've fucked and his hand is nothing compared to being inside of you. Combine that with the new vibrator inside you, it's definitely going to be a tough feat.

"Fuck me over the desk like an animal!" you beg of your soon-to-be husband.

His eyes seem to widen at your forwardness but he can't say he doesn't love it.

"Anything for you, baby girl."

Your whimpers of anticipation have his bottom lip tucking tightly between his teeth.

"How'd I get so lucky to have such a gorgeous woman as my wife? Huh?" he whispers, running his hands over your back and sides.

You don't answer him, only pushing your hips back and wiggling your ass to show just how needy you are.

"I'm coming baby, relax." he promises, palming both globes of your ass in hand.

Your breathing is shallow and your mind is swimming as you wait for him. The vibrations against your most sensitive parts feel so amazing, so raw but it's not enough -- you want his consent to cum. You need it.

Yoongi picks up the small remote, testing the speeds and he realizes which you like more depending on your breathing and small moans. He's toying with you right now, enjoying the obscene amounts of arousal dripping down your soft, fleshy thighs.

His eyes are focused on your cunt, watching from behind as it twitches and spasms around the small device inside of you.

"Daddy, please!" you whine, lifting your head to look back at him.

When you do look back, you see his cock flat on his palm. He pumps it in hand a few times, cursing gently at the sight before him.

"Aren't you just a pretty little pregnant whore for me?" he quips, running his hand from your back to cup your stomach.

The weight of your belly in his hand has him almost in a frenzy then. Pressing the weeping head of his cock to your entrance, his lips press into a thin, hard line when he feels the vibrating sensations flow through him.

"Oh fuck," he hisses softly, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Yes!" you breathe out, pushing back to welcome him into your swollen cunt.

He groans then, welcoming your warm heat around him inch by inch.

"Feels so fucking good, baby girl. Jesus." he moans, taking a moment  for you to adjust to his size.

Grabbing the remote once more, he turns it onto the fastest speed and the gasps you collectively emit seem to sound like they're all around you.

He's forgotten he's at work, he's forgotten what he's supposed to be doing because the most important thing right now is you -- and your swollen, greedy sex is all he needs.

With the pleasurable vibrations added, all Yoongi wants to do is fuck you so hard that you'll both cum and be pleased in minutes. But he's never been the type to leave a sexual experience so early.

Folding over, his chest presses to your back and his fingers intertwine with yours.

His lips feel like heaven against your warm, flushed skin. He suckles small marks against the side of your throat, coloring you as his own.

His thrusts are hard and filling but slow. He'd give anything to hear skin slapping against skin right now but then he's reminded that he's at work.

Your hands grip harder onto the edge of the desk as you rut back against him.

"Your cock is so big," you whine, closing your eyes to become enraptured in the whole experience.

"Yeah? You like my big cock in this pregnant cunt?"

You nod fervently, trying to bite back the loud moans that threaten to tear past your lips. It's all too much and suddenly your orgasm is approaching like a rapid waterfall.

"Don't you dare," your fiance threatens, lifting himself up and gripping the back of your neck.

"Please Daddy. Need to cum," you beg, feeling your body quake with the ever pressing need of relief.

"Oh no, I don't think so. You show up to my office, you wait until I say you can cum."

You whine in defiance, pushing your hips back against him harder and he's surprised at your brattiness.

"Don't you dare cum." he warns you.

Your eyebrows furrow with need and you couldn't care about the punishment you're going to recieve. You're honestly not sure what's come over you, you've never defied him before but right now it's getting you more excited to not listen to him.

Pushing past the control of his orgasms, you lose yourself on his cock. Your high is filled with galactic stars behind your eyelids and white noise filled ears.

"You brat," he gasps, pulling out of you.

It's a smug grin the spreads over your face now before your cringing at the overstimulation of the sex toy. He takes pity on you in that regard, shutting the toy off and pulling it out of you. Tossing it onto his desk, he points his finger in your direction. "You're in trouble." he breathes out, jerking his hard cock in hand.

Now that you've arrived back down to Earth, you're worried. You've never defied him before and you've never seen his wrath.

"You just woke up a brat today, didn't you?" he seethes, helping you stand back upright.

You pout, shaking your head quickly in hopes that he won't be too strict on you. His narrowed eyes chill you to the bone.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't help cumming. I was so horny. I'm sorry," you apologize profusely, running your hands over his clothed chest.

He hums unimpressed, combing his fingers through his hair.

"If only people knew what a cumwhore I have on my hands." he murmurs through his teeth.

You frown up at him, begging him to forgive you with puppy dog-like eyes.

"No. You don't get away with being a brat that easily," he deadpans.

Nodding to the large floor to ceiling windows, he taps his foot incessantly.

"Go stand by the window." he orders.

You look down at your naked body before looking back up at him in confusion.

"Wh-"

"What's your color?" he cuts you off, running his hand over your belly.

"G-Green," you chirp out, looking at the window.

"Then go stand up against the window." he instructs, beginning to stroke his cock once more.

"Why?" you inquire curiously, doing as told.

"So people can see what a cumwhore I have on my hands," he whispers into your ear. The heat of his breath has something unfurling inside of you once more.

Bracing your hands against the window, you turn back to look at him just in time to see him situating the vibrator between his fingers.

The quiet thrumming of the sex toy makes your breath hitch with anticipation.

"Spread your legs," your fiance commands, pressing his chest flush to your back.

You're so high up you're almost certain no one could see you but excitement still courses through you.

His hands wrap around you like strong chains and you hum in appreciation.

"I love you," you remind him, turning and kissing his cheek.

He softens at your words, kissing over your shoulder with his plush lips. "I love you too, brat." he murmurs.

His words make you snort gently but it's quickly cut off by a loud gasp. He presses his hand to your swollen clit and the smug grin he gives you sends a chill through your spine.

Your forehead presses to the chilly glass of the window and you mewl as his legs knock yours open farther.

His cock slides between your sodden folds a few times before entering back inside of you.

"Oh my God," you whine, backing your hips up to him.

"Pretty little thing," he praises, kissing over your neck. "What do you think, little dove? You think people can see me fucking your pregnant cunt from all the way down there?"

His thrusts become rougher and harder, cursing all the while.

The vibrations that ricochet through you are once again pushing you towards the edge at a surprisingly rapid pace.

"Don't even," he seethes, feeling how your cunt trembles around him.

His grunts and the sweet whispers of your name enrapture your ears.

The sight that greets Yoongi's eyes could make him almost blow his load in that very second.

"Your milk is leaking onto the glass, oh fuck." he whimpers, fucking into you harder and faster.

"Gonna cum!" you cry to him, scratching your nails against the window.

He doesn't even respond, chasing his own high as your cunt threatens to milk him for all he's worth.

"Oh little dove!" he gasps.

His thrusts become sloppier and his breath hitches at the prospect of cumming inside of you.

"Yoongi, please!" you beg, spreading your legs wider.

"You think you deserve it?" he quips, running his hand over your belly bump.

"Yes," you whimper, pushing back against him with each thrust.

"Cum." he commands, pressing his forehead into the junction between your neck and should.

He holds you up easily as you orgasm around him. You become a blubbering mess, crying out his name softly like a prayer.

"God, I love you." he seethes through his teeth.

His teeth clench down on his bottom lip as he cums, trying to quiet his final moans.

You both stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company.

"Are you upset with me?" Yoong inquires, pulling out of you slowly.

Your eyebrows furrow at his worried tone. "Huh? Not at all, why?"

"You never act bratty or defy me… Did I do something wrong?"

You've spoken about this before actually. Yoongi is prideful when it comes to your sub slash dom relationship. He beams with satisfaction knowing that he keeps you so pleased you don't act out of character. For you to have been just the slightest bit bratty, it probably shook up his confidence.

"No, it's just my hormones I think, I wanted to be a little sassy," you explain, sitting down on his lap when he beckons you.

He hums unsurely, hooking his chin over your shoulder. "I'm a good dom to you when we have sex, right?" he asks, kissing your temple.

"Always. You always make me feel safe and dominated," you promise, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He breathes a sigh of relief, looking down at the sex toy tossed casual aside on his desk. "Felt good," he murmurs, running his hands over your sides.

You give him a large smile, nodding in agreement. He can't help but snort at your joyful expression.

"Well regardless of your bratty hormones, I'm happy you came to distract me from my work." your fiance murmurs, pulling the cups of your bra back up.

"You're always happy to be distracted from work." you quip, combing your fingers through his hair.

He nods thoughtfully, letting his fingertips graze over your outer thigh. "Very true." he beams, kissing your shoulder.

When your skin begins to raise with goosebumps, he's quick to cover you with the trenchcoat you discarded a while ago in your sudden heat of passion.

It's your stomach that rumbles first with the need for food and sustenance before he acts accordingly also.

"Oh yeah, where's the lunch you promised me?" the CEO inquires, tying the belt of your coat back in place.

"I gave it to you." you reply with a wide smile.

He looks over at the window before shaking his head with a laugh. "Alright, that's it. Get your pretty butt to the car, I'm taking us home for lunch."

Just talking about food in general has you jumping up with excitement. "Are you coming back to work after?" you prod, watching as he pulls up his boxers and suit pants.

"Nah, I'll just take the contracts home with me now so I don't have to come back. Besides, I didn't correct your errant behavior like I wanted too." he whispers, pecking your lips softly.

Leaning back on the desk, your head begins to tilt. "Well, you should get all your punishment in before six. Leena is coming over to discuss place settings for the wedding."

He groans gently, fixing his suit jacket until it looks seemingly pristine. "Why are you best friends with a tyrant? Remind me again?"

Your giggle echoes through the large office and he adores the sound, it courses through him like new life.

Scooping up the contract folders, he looks over to the window before smiling to himself. "Y'know I'm never cleaning my window again, right?" he quips, watching as you pull open the doors to his office.

"That's disgusting," you quip back, holding out your engagement hand so he can hold it.

Kissing the top of your head, he laughs. "Yeah, I am."

Next Chapter ------>

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