#the office fanfic

[biancadjarin]

🖇Office Romance🖇👔

Jim Halpert x female reader (y/n only used a couple times)

18+!!! Warnings- cursing, unprotected p in v, sex in public

Notes- more Eddie content coming soon I promise but idk I just started rewatching the office again and my Jim crush came flooding back to me. This is a situation where obviously Jim and Pam aren’t together, because I’d never get in between #jam 🥰

You push the door to the kitchen and walk through, going to the second door and into the annex. Passing Toby who’s on the phone with an emotional Kelly, you head to the supply closet. As you slip inside, you see your office crush Jim scanning the shelves, hands lifting tiny boxes of paper clips looking for the ones he wants.

“Hey.” He smiles lightly at you, “I’m not hiding from Michael in here. Ok fine, actually I am, don’t tell on me.” you giggle at his little joke.

“Your secret’s safe with me. What are you looking for?” you ask sweetly, walking closer to him. “I like those medium paper clips. And all we have left is the tiny ones and the huge ones.” He sighs, shouldering slumping dramatically. “But maybe if I look hard enough, some will appear.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You need something?” He eyes you up and down curiously. “Post-its.” You say, stomach filling with butterflies under his gaze. “But I can grab them.”

You stand in front of the shelf, shoulder lightly touching his side, tall frame towering over you. Being this close to him, he smells like evergreen bar soap and the faint hint of chocolate, probably from the hershey kisses he’s been eating at his desk all morning.

Intoxicated by his proximity to you, you turn your chin to look up at him, your hands feeling around on the shelf aimlessly, mind distracted. His chestnut hair flipping up slightly over his ears, his big green eyes scanning the office supplies. You’re lost in a daydream staring at him. His cheeks ignite into a bloom of pink as he feels your eyes on him.

You’ve been a temp at Dunder-Mifflin for a couple months and in that time, you’ve gotten to know Jim pretty well. You two talk all the time, have lunch together, sit next to each other in the conference room meetings. Sparks ignited every time his knee would brush against your thigh or his hand would grasp yours when he would laugh particularly hard at something stupid Dwight would say. Jim has his own way of flirting but he’s too nice to ever try anything with you. He stares at you from across the office when he thinks you’re not looking, he makes excuses to come over to your desk twenty times a day. But you’re not satisfied with the light flirting. You want more of him.

You decide to be bold and make a move. Risky but if it doesn’t work out, you won’t be at this company much longer anyway. You move your body to stand behind Jim’s, hands leaving the shelf and moving to curl around his middle. His body tenses under you at first, softening as your hands trace up and down the sides of his thin button up. You hear a soft sigh as he turns to face you, your neck bending back to meet his eyes.

His hands come up to cradle your face, eyes softening, “y/n, are you trying to distract me?” he jokes, his voice low and gravelly. He doesn’t seem surprised or caught off guard, more relieved that one of you is finally doing something about this mutual crush. He slowly leans in, eyes fluttering closed as his lips hover close to yours. Your face is serious, eyes staring at his blissful face, pupils blown large. You want to kiss Jim, just not yet. You want to have a little naughty fun first. “Turn back around Jim.” you tell him. His eyes widen at you, face paused only inches from your face. He does as he’s told and turns his back to you.

Your hands resume their exploring, dipping low to tickle over his belt buckle. His breath hitches as you run your fingers over the zipper of his pants, going a bit lower on either side to find his member. “Mmph.” He groans as one of your hands comes into contact with it, sitting against his thigh and already partially hard. His hands grasp the edge of the shelf to steady himself, head falling forward.

Your hands continue to rub him through his pants, pressing your palm lightly into it as you go down, curling your fingers around the outline of it as you pull back up. His breathing is fast and shallow. A small “fuck” spills from his lips and you smile against his back devilishly.

Suddenly he grabs your hands to stop you. Your stomach drops, worried you’ve crossed a line. He turns around to see your worried face, bottom lip being nibbled by your top teeth. He smirks, “You keep doing that, m’gonna cum way too fast.” You release your lip, mouth hanging open at his words. “I knew you were a bad girl.” He says, body pushing closer to yours. The tent in his pants pushing into your hip as the soft flesh of his lips graze the shell of your earlobe, “Go lock the door.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and went and pushed the little metal knob into the handle. Your mind races and is blank at the same time as you walk back to Jim. His eyes are locked onto yours as he undoes his belt and pulls down his zipper, his pants falling to the ground and pooling around his ankles.

You stand in front of him again, hands raising to unbutton his shirt. Before you can undo the top button his hands are grasping behind your thighs, squeezing and hoisting you up to sit on an extra desk that sits in the room. You let out a squeak at the sudden movement, making him giggle at your cuteness.

“So fuckin’ hot.” He says as his hands squeeze at your waist, running down to your hips. He begins to pull at the fabric, pulling the bottom of your pencil skirt up, up, up until it’s bunched up around your waist. Your lacy black thong and matching black stockings sandwiching the plush, pale skin of your thighs. His fingers settle on the smooth skin there, gripping tightly.

You lean in and attack his mouth in a greedy kiss, his big nose tickling your cheek as you move your head around, kissing him deeply. Your tongues intertwine and smooth over each other’s passionately. His kiss is better than you’ve imagined, which you’ve done a thousand times in the past while you’d stare at his mouth. Your heels fall off your dangling feet as your curl your ankles around his legs, pushing his boner closer to your core.

You unbutton his shirt buttons starting at the bottom, pushing it back and off his shoulders as you undo the last one. He’s pale and scrawny underneath, not surprising, but what is surprising is how toned he actually is. His arms are large and strong, his stomach soft but defined at the same time. A light patch of soft hair leading from his belly button to down beneath his boxers. You let your hands wander over his chest, grabbing handfuls of his pecs and pinching his nipples playfully. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth at the feeling, leaning back for a second to switch to the other side of your neck.

“Been thinking about fucking you since you started here baby.” He says between kisses. “Always look so good. So sweet to me.” He smiles against your skin. “Never thought someone as beautiful as you would want me.” Your eyebrows pull together in confusion, how could Jim not know how cute he is? You don’t say anything through, thinking it’s better to keep these guys humble.

“Fuck me then daddy.” You say whiney and soft. He looks at you with eyes as big as saucers, frozen for a second. “Call me that again.” His hand is squeezing his cock, hardening even more at your little nickname for him. “Pull my panties off and fuck me hard daddy. I need to feel you. Now.”

He nods his head as his hands come up to your hips, pulling the thin black fabric down your thighs, past your calves, over your ankles and off of your feet. He places them delicately on the desk next to you, fingers patting them gently. “Let me keep those when we’re done?” He asks shyly. You giggle and nod, pulling his neck towards you again to kiss his lips.

His hands begin to pull down his boxers, you pull up your top over your head, blinded for a second by the fabric. When you can see again, you’re met by his large member standing at attention, thick vein running up the underside and wrapping around towards the head. His mushroom cap tip is the same warm pink shade of his lips, maybe pinker. The slit in the top is shiny with precum, some already starting to dribble out in little pearls.

“Wow.” You whisper out. He pulls your thighs toward him, angling your hips and lining up with your entrance, tickling your dripping folds with the head of his cock teasingly. “Start slow ok?” You ask him softly, worried about fitting all of him. “Course.” He smiles at you. His eyes watch where you two are connected, all his focus directed on opening you up slowly. You feel the stretch starting as the tip of his head breaches your entrance, stopping at the ridge that separates it from the shaft. Jim’s mouth hangs open as his warm breath comes out in soft pants. His eyes squeeze shut as he pulls the head out, to push it back in only that far and pull it back out again. He does this a few times, inching in his cock a little more every time he enters.

You moan at the feeling of slowly being filled up by him. Your hands come up to grasp your breasts through your bra, the meaty flesh of them spilling over the cups. Jim’s mouth attaches to one of them, suckling at the skin harshly enough to leave a Jim shaped bruise behind.

He groans out a pained sound as he finally bottoms out in your tight hole, his heavy balls sitting against your ass. “You ok baby?” He checks on you. “Mhm. Faster now daddy.” He bites his bottom lip and groans again as he pulls halfway out and pushes back in faster, harsher. Your ankles cross behind him, under his buttcheeks as his hands hold your thighs tightly to keep you steady. “So-so tight baby. You like how daddy’s cock feels? Huh?” Jim asks through gritted teeth. You smile at his growing confidence before letting your head lull back and eyes close. “Yes daddy, your big cock feels so good. Can barely fit it all.”

Jim’s body leans over yours, your chests meeting each other’s. He sets a rough pace, quickly pistoning into your pussy like a man starved. The wet squelch sounds of him abusing your hole and Jim’s short clipped breaths fill your ears as you let a high pitched moan escape from deep in your throat. The head of his cock is so deep inside you, hitting that spot that your fingers can never reach. One of his hands comes up between you, finding your puffy clit with his fingertips, pressing and circling it softly but fast. “Oh my g- daddy that feels so good don’t stop!” You say louder than you probably should.

He has a thin sheen of sweat on his body, chest shimmering with droplets, hair sticking to his forehead. His hand pauses his movements on your sensitive button to reach up and pull at your bra straps, moving them down your arms until your breasts spring free. Your nipples hard and pointing at him, his hands grasp them roughly, feeling the pebbled bud under his palm.

“I love how your tits bounce baby, look at them.” He says, out of breath. Your eyes are closed, feeling your orgasm creeping up on you, thighs shaking and walls of your pussy fluttering as you feel the muscles deep within you constrict. He sucks in another breath, “fuck baby, you’re getting even tighter.” You grab his hand and return it to your clit, “Need you here again.” you demand. “Yes ma’am.” He says, enjoying being bossed around.

He rubs your clit again, fast and sloppy, his fingers slipping on and off of it because of all the slick covering your entrance. His other hand is holding the back of your neck, forcing your eyes to meet his, foreheads resting against each other’s. His movements are getting sloppier, stuttering as he goes in and pulls out. His pink cheeks are red with effort, chest turning pink too. “Mmm’gonna cum soon daddy!” He smiles, nodding in agreement.

You hear the door handle rustling. You both look over at it but don’t slow down, too close to stop now. “Keep going.” you whisper “please daddy.” He does, wrapping his big hands on the soft sides of your lower back, fingertips resting on your dimples. He holds you firm and still, fucking into you relentlessly. You feel the tight pull inside you pulling further and further, every molecule buzzing with the sensation that’s building. Jim falls into your shoulder, mouth sucking at your neck as his quiet moans and pants get higher pitched. “Jim! Are you in there?” You hear Dwight’s voice call.

“Fucking ass-mhpm” he groans. “M’gonna cum beautiful, and I don’t think I can pull out, can I come inside? Please?” “Yes daddy, fill me deep with your cum.” You say as you reach the peak of your pleasure, orgasm hitting you and making your vision blur and mind get hazy. You feel Jim collapse into you, moan getting lost in your hair as he tries to stay quiet. Jim’s cock twitches as he empties his load deep inside of you. The door handle jiggles a few more times, “I’m going to get my emergency keys!” Dwight threatens. You meet each other’s eyes, panicked, Jim kissing your lips quickly before pulling out of you and bending down to pull up his boxers and pants, throwing his shirt on while you get redressed also. Thankfully, most of your clothes were just pushed up and out of the way, never really taken off. You slip back into your heels, both of you smiling at each other and giggling as you smooth your disheveled hair and run your fingers over any wrinkles in your clothes.

“Fuck.” Jim exhales a big sigh, “That was incredible. Thank you.” He says as he starts to head to the door, “I’m gonna kill Dwight.” He slips out to go find him. You give him a 2 minute head start, grabbing the post-its that you originally came in for off the shelf. As you’re about to leave, something catches your eye. Your lacy panties are still sitting on the desk. You grab them, stuffing them in the pocket of your skirt.

When you go back to your desk, you pass Jim and Dwight arguing. “Well why did you have the door locked? That’s a safety hazard. I should tell Michael!” “I told you, I must’ve locked it by mistake, you’re overreacting, as usual.” You feel kind of guilty as you sit in your chair, trying to remember what task you were doing before you left.

A few minutes later, Jim comes over to lean against the edge of your desk, arms crossed over his chest. You meet his eyes with worry, fingers nervously fiddling with each other. “Do you think he knows?” “Dwight?” Jim sucked his teeth, “Nah, he’s paranoid but he’d never think about that.” “What if he does? What if he figures out what we did?” You ask panicked. “Aw baby,” his says softly, hand coming out to caress your cheek before dropping back down to his side. “If he figures out what we did, then I’m so fired.” Your eyes widen as he laughs at you. “It’d be worth it though.” He leans close to your face. “So you grabbed your panties right?” You nod slowly, hand tracing over them in your pocket.

He puts his palm out in front of you. “Hand ‘em over y/n. I’m confiscating those for further investigating. The case of the locked supply closet door. What ever could’ve happened in there?”

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[brookeluvs]

୨୧⊹₊ ˚ ----- 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 (mdni ౨ৎ)

ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃᵍᵉ !! summary: your new to the office and you and luke work together ౨ female reader; any race/ethnicity reader

"luke this is y/n, y/n this is luke. luke y/n is going to work with you she's going to make sure your on task. i don't care whatever you do. she's good for the job, and she responsible, so just... respect her, okay." micheal said introducing you to his nephew... luke Cooper. luke stared me down blocking out all the words micheal was saying, it was like he was looking at you to see exactly what he was going to do to piss you off, even-though you just met him. "oh, y/n.. if he does anything stupid just call me over." "I'll handle it." you nod. micheal left and it was just you and luke. "so who are you?" luke said crossing his arms pretending to be interested. "im y/n, nice to meet you !!" you say trying to shake hands with the guy but he didn't even raise his hand. "hmm, okay cool.." luke said, to busy listening to his music than to you. "soooo, what are you listening too?" you ask trying to be as nice as possible. "music." luke says dryly trying to hide a small smile from your reactions of his rudeness.

"hey, I have a extra coffee left over." Luke grabbed the coffee and was bringing it over to you until, he purposefully spilled some of the drink through the little whole at the top of the lid on your white button up shirt, which made you gasp. "hey!! I just got this shirt are you serious !!" "it was to tight anyway im pretty sure this place has a dress code." he says looking you in the eyes. " they didn't have my size and I needed a "work" shirt okay !! you look around for a paper towel to wipe he coffee off. "by the way your skirt is way to short too. and your converse are also dirty" luke says trying to piss you off even more. "whatever dickbag..." you didn't even know if that was an actual insult but you said it.

"shit- where did you spill it.." you say trying to see where the spot is. "I don't know" luke shrugged. whenever Luke wants to get someone to like him he just bullies the hell out of them, and that's pretty much what he's doing to you. once he saw you walk though that door he knew exactly what he wanted to say and do to you. same thing goes for you, you thought he was cute, you knew exactly what you wanted him to do to you, and luke knew that.

micheal walked because he heard you yelling, once he realized the situation, he made both of you guys sit down both alone and not be able to get up until 1 hour has past , it was childish but that's the only way you two would maybe apologize to each other. "im sorry for calling you a dickbag, now can you just apologize to me so we can get up.." "what if I don't want to." Luke said raising his eyebrows. "then were gonna be stuck in here for a whole hour and I have stuff to do." you say showing your growing frustration. "okay, what if I want that to happen though?" "why would you want that to happen?" you ask. "cause I like teasing you? do you have a problem with that." you stutter just a little bit, from shock of his words. "shh, you don't gotta say nothing, I already know." Luke says leaning in his chair. the room falls silent while Luke thinks of an idea. "hey y/n right?" Luke questions you say yes. "I already know you like me, by the way you fix your hair, and the way you tremble if I get close to you...soooo with that maybe if we make out it can spend up some of the time hmm?" you were trying to come up with some excuses but you gave in.

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[atlafan]

Everything You Want 〜 An Office OU

a/n: I’ve been driven to write a jim x pam fic. I just needed to get this out of my head! Soooo there’s an episode in the third season where Jim and Pam talk on the phone for the first time since he went to the Stamford branch. They get interrupted, and it always bothered me that Pam never just called him back. So that’s really where the “other universe” aspect of this comes from because I have her call him back. What happens after that? Read to find out! Please reblog and leave notes in the tags! I’ve never written for this pairing/fandom before and I want to know what yall think!! Warnings: angst, fluff, smut Words: 11.6K

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When Jim started at Dunder Mifflin three years ago, he never expected to fall in love. He wasn’t quite sure how or why it happened. Maybe it was the bright smile that greeted him. Maybe it was the giggle being hidden by a dainty hand. All he knew was that his heart stopped within five seconds of meeting her. He had never been in love before, but he knew how it felt. Especially when he found out she was spoken for. She was freshly engaged, but he had no idea because she was waiting for her ring to be resized. Jim’s heart sank into his stomach. It hurt, and it hurt badly.

Here was this perfect girl. This girl who he could joke around with. This girl who he could have a real conversation with. This girl who enjoyed being silly and pulling pranks to keep the day interesting. She was taken. Jim was a little confused at first because she hadn’t even mentioned her boyfriend now fiancé. Jim didn’t know he existed until about a three weeks after he started working there.

Roy works in the warehouse. Jim thought that was how he met Pam…at work, but it wasn’t. Pam and Roy have been together since high school. Pam went to college. Roy didn’t. When she graduated, he told her he heard of a position opening up in the building where he works. That’s how she got the receptionist job she currently still has. Jim never understood how people could stay together for so long when you’re that young, especially while in college. He had three different girlfriends while he was in college.

“We actually didn’t get together until my freshman year of college. We knew of each other in high school, but he was a jock, and I…well, I wasn’t exactly a cheerleader.” She laughed while explaining to Jim one day over lunch. “We happened to bump into each other at a party. He had come to visit a friend, and I had a friend who was friends with his friend. We sort of got to talking since he didn’t know many other people. The next weekend he came back to visit so he could ask me out.” She smiled fondly. “We’ve been together ever since.”

As Jim got to know Pam more over time, he couldn’t understand how or why she was with a guy like Roy. The chemistry just didn’t seem fitting. He was never in a good mood when he’d come up to get Pam at the end of the day. Jim chalked it up to Roy doing manual labor all day. He also understood that people were just different at work. You never know what two people are like when they’re alone.

Pam was in a very committed relationship, so Jim tried to just be her friend. He could do that. He was always one of those guys that had a lot of friends that were girls. He wasn’t sure why, but he never complained. They ate lunch together most days. When Dwight started to get on Jim’s nerves, that’s when the pranks started. Pam told Jim of a few ways to get under Dwight’s skin. Jim couldn’t help but pull pranks. He liked making Pam laugh, so messing with Dwight just had to be done.

The days Roy came up to have lunch with the two of them were the worst. It was always awkward. She acted different when Roy was around. She got closed off, wouldn’t talk as much, and she certainly didn’t smile or laugh as much. It baffled Jim because Pam had no problem talking and laughing with him. They never hung out outside of work. Pam didn’t talk about the ins and outs of her relationship. And Jim never really spoke about his personal life. He dated of course. He wasn’t celibate. But as time went on, it just got more and more difficult to date. He compared every girl to Pam. It was miserable.

A stepping stone was when Pam had to drive Roy’s truck into work because Roy was out sick. Now, Jim knew how to drive stick, but when Pam told him about her being able to drive stick, he told her he didn’t know how. So, at lunch, and after work, they got in the truck and Pam “showed” Jim how to drive stick. It was the most fun Jim had had in a long time. He let himself have his little delusions. He let himself think that she’d leave Roy at some point and go out with him.

When a year went by and they hadn’t set a date yet, Jim was beginning to get hopeful. Pam told him they were just taking some time to save up, and that setting a date would be too much pressure. But then another year went by, then another. Three years of being engaged. They had set a date at one point, but they had to move it. Now it’s just TBD. And in those three years, Jim had grown exponentially close with Pam. He spent a lot of time goofing around at her desk, and she had no problem with it. She could be oblivious sometimes. Roy would come up to visit her, and they’d flirt and kiss and be cute. It always made Jim immensely uncomfortable.

Pam couldn’t understand how Jim hadn’t had a serious girlfriend in the time that they’ve known each other. He’s tall, funny, attractive, and has a good job. He’s a total catch. She even mentioned that she had a friend she could set him up with a while back, but he said he was all set. He told her he had been seeing a few different people, that right now just wasn’t a good time for something serious. They hadn’t had another conversation about his love life since.

There were times where Jim thought he was over Pam, that his crush had been squashed. But she always found a way to pull him back in. He had heart eyes for her. He’d run interference for her when Michael was being especially dickish. He never turned her down when she asked him if he wanted to hear some gossip from the meetings she’d sit in on with Michael. They were best friends. Jim was Pam’s best friend, and she felt lucky to be able to say that.

What really bothered Jim was that Pam never had the chance to hang out outside of work unless Roy said it was alright. Jim would invite Pam out for drinks after work, and she’d have to ask Roy first. Pam didn’t talk about it much, but Roy could sometimes have a temper. And Roy could sometimes be controlling. But he took care of her, so she never really minded. She’d stand up to him when she really needed to. She wasn’t afraid to let him know when she was upset with him. It wasn’t a perfect relationship, but what relationship is ever perfect?

**

When Jim would talk about Pam to his friends, they always asked him what it was about her that drove him crazy. On the physical side, it drove him crazy when she’d sit on the edge of his desk. It wasn’t like she was wearing mini-skirts and thigh-high stockings, but it was just the alluring position she was in. The way he could look up at her. He wouldn’t tell his friends this, but he’s imagined all the ways he could be looing up at her like the way he does at work. Some of those ways involve him on his knees in front of her. Some of those ways involve her on top of him in a precarious position. And not that he’s a pig, but anyone would be an idiot to not notice that Pam has a great set on her. Jim often wonders what types of bras she wears. He often wonders what it be like to be the one to unclasp it, kiss on her shoulder and down her chest until one of her nipples is between his teeth.

On the emotional, mental side of things, Jim would tell his friends that they make each other laugh. He would tell them how smart and curious she is. He would tell them about her art and how talented she is. He would tell them that she’s secretly  very good at volleyball, but she doesn’t want Michael to find out because he’d find an excuse to have a staff volleyball game just to see her in a pair of spandex shorts. Jim wouldn’t mind seeing Pam in a tight pair of spandex shorts, but he’d only want to see her like that if it was her choice.

His friends tell him all the time to just go for it, but he doesn’t want to tell Pam how he feels. He wants her to realize she has feelings for him. He’s not going to put himself out there unless he knows for her sure how she feels about him. There are times it feels like she wants to be with him, but other times she can be distant and cold.

**

The day of the basketball game between the office staff and the warehouse workers is one of the first times Pam feels different when she looks at Jim. She’d never seen him play basketball before. Sure, she’d seen him compete in the various games at the yearly company picnic, but there was something different about him today. He was so confident. She enjoyed watching Roy, of course, but her eyes kept going to Jim like they were magnetized. After he dunked one of the baskets, he smirked and winked at her. They had been talking earlier about whether or not he was actually any good.

She’d never say it to Roy, but Jim was a better player than him. Pam was impressed that Jim was holding his own. Roy is sort of beefy, and Jim is sort of lanky. Pam also kept looking at Jim because he kept pushing his hair out of his face. Normally, someone being sweaty wouldn’t turn her on, but something about Jim working up a sweat was making her feel something. It was making her heart race.

Jim felt like something was happening between them. Every time he and Pam made eye contact her face flushed. His stomach fell out of his ass, though, when he heard Pam say to Roy, “Let’s get you into the tub when we get home,” after he came up to get her later that day. The thought of Roy fucking Pam in their bathtub…it wasn’t a visual that Jim needed. When he showered after work, he imagined what it would be like if Pam was there with him. He imagined how nice it would feel to have her wet, soapy chest pressed up against his, how nice it would feel to have her fingers in his hair, how nice it would feel to have her tongue in his mouth. He wasn’t proud of it, but the orgasm he gave himself in the shower due to those thoughts was sensational. He hated that he whined and whimpered her name. He hated even thinking about her that way. She’s his friend. It’s gross, and he shouldn’t be objectifying her like that. But all he has is his imagination, so what else can he do?

**

Watching Jim flirt with Katie when she came to sell purses in the office was…interesting to watch. Pam thought about her interactions with Jim, and how he was interacting with Katie, and it seemed awfully similar. Except for when Jim leaned in and whispered something into Katie’s ear, and she giggled. He took her out that night. When Roy initiated some intimate time with Pam later that night, she told him she was too tired.

“You’ve been too tired a lot lately.” He huffed.

“Sorry, Michael’s been running me ragged these last couple of weeks.” She turned to him and smiled softly. “Maybe in the morning? You know how I like it in the morning.”

“Yeah.” He smiled back.

The following Monday, Pam waited until lunch to ask Jim how his date was.

“It was good.” He told her.

“Are you gonna see her again?”

“Yeah, we actually saw each other again on Saturday for breakfast.”

“So, you went out for drinks on Friday, and then you met up again on Saturday morning?” She furrowed her brows as she looked at him.

“It wasn’t exactly a hassle since she spent the night.”

“Oh! I thought you had a roommate.”

“I do.”

“He didn’t mind you having someone sleep on your couch?”

“Pam, Katie didn’t sleep on my couch.” He leaned in to speak a little quieter since others were in the breakroom eating lunch.

“Then where did she…oh. Ohhhh.” She nodded as her cheeks flushed. “Well, good for you.” She gave his shoulder a nudge.

“Um, thanks?” He made one of his classic Jim faces, and continued eating his sandwich. “I’m actually going to her place tomorrow night. We’re gonna have dinner and watch a movie.”

“That’s great, it’s nice that you’re dating again.”

“Again? I never really stopped, I just don’t talk about it often. You know I like to keep that stuff private.”

“Right.” She nodded and took a sip of her water. “If things go well with you two, we could double date sometime.”

“Sure.” He nodded. “Sounds like fun.”

**

The night of the Dundies was one of the best nights of Jim’s life. Not only did Pam come back after leaving with Roy, but she sat and had dinner with Jim. She had way too much to drink, but Jim was also drinking. They laughed so hard they cried, especially after Pam won her Dundie. She was so excited, that she not only hugged Jim, but she kissed him. She kissed him right on the lips. He was in shock. He took her to the bar after to get her some water. She kept looking at him and giggling. Was she waiting for him to say something?

She seemed to sober up some after her fall. She was going to ask him about their kiss until she remembered that the camera crew was there watching. Even though it was a drunken kiss, it was still a kiss. Jim could work with that. He knew what it felt like to hold her in his arms now. He knew what it felt like to have her lips on his now. Yeah, he could definitely work with that.

He saw Katie sporadically. He liked taking her out on dates. He had fun with her. But he didn’t call her as much after Pam kissed him. He felt bad for picturing Pam whenever he’d kiss Katie. It wasn’t fair to her.

**

So much happened throughout the year. Pam and Roy finally set a date, which meant Pam was really starting to make wedding plans. The night of the booze cruise he was going to tell her how he felt. He had reached his boiling point, but then Roy announced that he wanted to set the date. Pam had a new pep in her step after that.

It just got more difficult for Jim. It was killing him from the inside out. So, he applied for the open position in Stamford. He got it, of course, but he didn’t tell anyone. He wanted to try one last time with Pam before making his final decision about transferring.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” They were standing outside. Roy had just driven away. It was now or never.

“About when you want to give me more of your money?” She grinned.

“No, I…”

“Did you wanna do that now? We can go inside. I’m feeling kinda good tonight.” She smiled brighter, which just broke Jim’s heart more.

“I was just…I’m in love with you.”

“What?” Her whole world just came to a standstill.

“I’m really sorry if that’s weird for you to hear, but I needed you to hear it. Probably not good timing, I know that. I just…” His eyes became glassy. He was fighting off tears.

“What are you doing? What do you expect me to say to that?” Her heart was racing faster than it ever had.

“I just needed you to know. Once.” He takes a step closer to her.

“Well, I um…I…I can’t.”

“Yeah.” He looked off and shook his head.

“You have no idea…”

“Don’t do that.”

“…what your friendship means to me.” She’s fighting off tears too.

“Come on. I don’t wanna do that. I wanna be more than that.” His heart is breaking.

“I can’t. I’m really sorry if you misinterpreted things. It’s probably my fault.” Her heart is breaking.

“Not your fault. I’m sorry I misinterpreted our friendship.”

He walked off, away from her to try to catch his breath. He needed a second to cry and let it out. Pam raced inside the building and up to the office. She felt childish, but she needed to call her mom. She talked to her mom about Jim all the time. She dialed the number, and she told her what happened.

“No, I didn’t know what to say. Yes, I know. I don’t know, Mom, he’s my best friend. Yeah, he’s great. Yeah, I think I am.” Jim came in and made his way over to her. “I have to go. I will.” Pam hung up the phone and stepped toward Jim. “Listen, Jim…”

And that’s when he did it. He cupped her cheeks and he kissed her. It was only for a second, but when he pulled away her hands came flying to his face to keep him in place. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close. They both tasted salty due to their tears, hints of the alcohol they had consumed an hour prior. They parted when they both needed to breathe. Both of their chests were heaving as they looked at each other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He told her as he took her hands in his.

“Me too.” She admitted. He leaned back in for more, but she stopped him. “Jim. We can’t.”

“You’re still going to marry him?” All she could do was nod. She couldn’t form words. “Okay.”

He let her go. He let her go both physically and emotionally.

**

Months went by without contact. Jim announced he was leaving via a memo. It was a classic thing for him to do. He wouldn’t have wanted a going away party. Pam cried for weeks. She called off her wedding. She broke up with Roy. She got her own car and her own apartment. It wasn’t easy. It was the hardest thing she ever had to do. Every day she wanted to call Jim to see how he was doing.

There was one night that Pam had to work late because Michael took his sweet time getting some contracts signed. She was about to leave when the phone rang. She sighed and answered.

“Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.”

“…hey.” Jim’s voice was as deep and gentle as she remembered.

“Oh my god.”

“Hi, uh…I was calling to leave a message for Kev…fantasy football thing. I forgot his extension, so I was just gonna go through the system.”

“Right.” She nods and sits back down at her desk.

“What are you doing there so late?”

“It was pretzel day.”

“Ah, so Michael didn’t do anything until the last second because he spent the day waiting in line for a sugar-loaded pretzel?”

“Yup.” She chuckles. “You actually would have gotten a kick out of it. The sugar rush he had this afternoon was like nothing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah? Well, don’t leave me hanging, Beesly.”

She smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. They talked on the phone for almost two hours. She told him all about her new place, and some incident she had putting together a bookshelf. He told her about his new co-workers. She laughed so hard at one of his stories about this guy Andy that she couldn’t breathe.

Their conversation ended abruptly, though, when Dwight and Ryan came back late from their sales call. Jim thought Pam was saying goodbye to him, but really she was saying goodbye to Dwight and Ryan. It was so awkward. When Pam got into her car, she grabbed her cellphone and put in the number Jim had given her for his cell. As she added the contact she realized she could just call him back. They could continue their conversation. It was so nice to hear his voice. She chews on her bottom lip. She thinks about it the whole way home. She changes into her pajamas and puts something on her TV, but she still can’t stop thinking about Jim. Hearing his voice in her ear…she snatches her phone and dials his number.

“Pam?”

“Hi.” She presses her palm to her forehead. “Are you home yet?”

“Uh, yeah, I just got in. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just…we got interrupted before. I wasn’t saying…Ryan and Dwight got back late. They were on a sales call. I…I didn’t want to stop talking to you.” Being this honest and upfront was so hard for her, but she knew she needed to say it.

“You didn’t?”

“No. Did you?”

“No.”

“I really miss you.” She does her best to not let her voice crack. “I know I don’t really have the right to say that to you after everything, but…I do…I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too. But I couldn’t be there anymore, Pam.”

“I know, I understand that.”

“Why did you call off your wedding?”

“There were a lot of reasons. I think I knew for a long time that I shouldn’t be with him, but we were so complacent. I didn’t care enough until you came along. I’ve been reflecting a lot. I thought I’d miss him more, but all I could think about was you. I should have been more brave earlier on. I…I’m so sorry that I hurt you.” She starts crying. “I hated myself for turning you away the way I did.”

“Don’t cry, Pam.” He tells her softly. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” She swallows. “It’s not okay. I…I let myself lead you on. I let you become my work boyfriend because my actual boyfriend didn’t have the mental capacity to fulfill all my needs. I let myself flirt with you, I let you flirt with me. I…let so much happen, and I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t fair to you…it wasn’t fair to anyone.”

“I let myself do a lot of things too. It wasn’t just you. There were times I knew I took things too far. Neither of us made things easy for the other.” He pauses for a beat. “It’s only been three months…I don’t think now is a good time for us.”

“But-“

“No, just…please listen for a second. You’ve been with the same person for a long time. This is the first time you’ve ever really been on your own. I don’t want to be your rebound, and that’s what I’ll be if you jump into something too soon. I want you to take the time to just be with yourself.”

“Can we still talk?”

“Of course we can. I’ve missed the sound of your voice. I hope that’s not weird for me to say.”

“It’s not.” She smiles. “I’ve missed the sound of yours too.”

“Hey, do you wanna switch to our landlines so we don’t eat up our minutes?”

“Yeah! I’m dying to hear more about how terrified you were after Andy freaked out about the jell-o.”

“It was so scary! I had to tell the camera crew not to say anything to him!”

“That’s insane!”

**

Pam wasn’t sure when she’d see Jim in person. They texted and talked a lot. It felt like old times. On weekends they would talk for hours at night. One night, Jim was regaling Pam of how awful of a player he is at Call of Duty.

“I can’t believe it’s okay for you guys to play a video game as a bonding exercise, but we can’t watch thirty minute installments of movies every Monday.” She rolls her eyes. She’s laying in bed, snuggled up to her waist with blankets.

“Right? Josh gets away with way more shit than Michael. I don’t know how he does it.”

“I get the feeling Josh is much more discrete.”

“He definitely is. He’s an alright boss, but there are times I miss having Michael as a manager.”

“He certainly keeps things interesting.” She yawns and stretches.

“Are you getting tired?”

“No, I was just getting a little more comfortable. It’s weird, I’m not sharing a bed with anyone anymore, and yet I still only sleep on one side of it.”

“I do the same thing. Sleeping in the middle just doesn’t seem right.”

“Exactly! Good, I’m glad I’m not alone in this.”

“Do you usually lay in bed when we talk this late?” Jim can’t believe he’s starting to take things to this place, but he’s curious to see if Pam will catch on. She’s bashful when it comes to these things.

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“Sometimes. It’s kind of cute that you get all cozy in bed before we talk.”

“Don’t tease me.” She whines slightly. “It’s my favorite way to fall asleep.”

“So, you go right to sleep after we say goodnight?”

“Most of the time, yeah. What do you do?”

“Sometimes I go take a shower. Sometimes I go grab a snack, or some water. But other times…”

“Other times…?”

“It’s hard not to think about you after we hang up. You sort of just stay in my mind. And then my mind wanders…”

“To what?” She asks innocently.

“To us. To you being here with me.”

Pam sits up slightly. She can feel her cheeks getting warmer. “What, um, what does your mind wander to us doing together?”

“Do you really wanna know?” Jim sits up slightly as well, plucking at his bottom lip. “Might be too risqué for you Beesly.”

“I’m not a prude.” She laughs. “Just say it Halpert, what do you picture us doing? What would you do if I was there?”

“I’m going to deviate a little, and answer your question with a question of my own.”

“Go for it.”

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

“Jesus, Jim.”

“Just answer the question.”

“What does it matter?”

“I’ll tell you after you answer.”

“I…I don’t know. I haven’t done anything since my prior relationship.”

“You haven’t taken care of things yourself?”

“Oh my god.” She sighs and runs a hand down her face. “Not really. I can never…I can never get there on my own, and then I just get frustrated and give up. I know it’s lame that I’m twenty-seven and I can’t even get myself off, but I’ve never really had the time alone before.”

“You do now.”

“That’s…true. I guess I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Do you wanna think about it? I could help.”

“Are…are you asking me if I want to have phone sex with you?”

“I’m asking if you want to have an orgasm. I wanna know what you sound like. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to visit, or when you’ll be able to come here. It’s been driving me crazy for a long time.”

“I’m not really good at talking dirty.”

“That’s okay, you don’t have to say much. Just answer me when I ask you a question, that’s all. Other than that I can just guide you through it.”

“You’re going to tell me how to touch myself? That’s a little arrogant, Halpert.” She smirks. “You think you’re that good?”

“I know I’m that good.”

“Alright, let’s see what you got.”

“You’ll listen?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He lets his eyes drift closed. “Are you comfortable? I want you to lay flat on your back.”

“Okay.” She shifts down in the bed.

“Do you have a spare pillow to put under your hips?”

“Yeah.” She grabs one and puts it where he said. “Done.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Done.”

“Take a deep breath, in and out. Clear your head.” He listens to her as she breathes. “Good, you’re already doing so good, Pam.”

“What now?” She asks with a shaky breath.

“Now I want you to let your hand drift down between your legs, spread them a little. Are you wearing underwear?”

“Yes, should I take them off?”

“No, leave them on for now. Tease yourself over them.”

“Are you touching yourself too?”

“No, we’re focusing on you. Do you feel yourself? Is your underwear wet?”

“Yeah.” She licks her lips as she feels herself. There’s a wet patch where her sex is. She drags a finger up to her clit, still over her underwear, and rubs around it with slow circles.

“Spread your legs a little wider, and slip your hand inside your underwear.” He hears her breath hitch. “How wet are you?”

“I’m…I’m like really wet.”

“Run your fingers between your folds, keep teasing yourself.”

“Tell me…tell me what you would do if you were here.”

“God, I’d…I’d dip the tips of my fingers inside you and drag it up to make sure you’re wet all over. I’d spread you apart and find your clit.”

“What would you do after finding it?”

“Do you really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“I’d spit down on it and rub it with my thumb while I slip a finger inside of you.” He hears her whimper softly, and it makes his cock twitch. But he’s not touching himself until he’s gotten her off. “How many fingers do you think you could take? You’re probably really tight due to your lack of activity.”

“I am.” She groans. “I’m really tight. I’d…I’d need a second finger.”

“I like to use my index and middle, it makes it easier to keep rubbing you with my thumb. I bet you’d open right up for me. I’d pet your front wall, and I just know you’d tighten back around me.”

“Your hands are so big, it would feel so good.”

He can hear her moving around. He wishes he could see her swiveling her hips while she’s touching herself. He wishes he could see the sweat forming on her forehead. He wishes he could just see her face.

“Are you getting close?”

“Yes.”

“Take your hand away.”

“What?” Her eyes burst open.

“You heard me, take your hand away.”

“D-done. I don’t understand why, though.”

“It feels better when you let it build up. Besides that, I didn’t tell you to come yet. You have to wait until I say.”

“O-okay.”

“Good girl.” He waits to see if she’ll say anything, if she didn’t like that he said that, but she doesn’t. “Okay, you can start touching yourself again. I want you to just focus on your clit. Rub it in tight, little circles.” He hears her moan softly, and it’s music to his ears. “You still wet?”

“Yes, very.” She pants.

“Keep going, pretend it’s my fingers touching you.”

“J-Jim, I-“ Her back is arching and her feet are digging into her mattress.

“Don’t come.”

“But I-“

“Don’t, Pam.” She groans out with frustration, making him chuckle lowly. “Did you stop?”

“Yes.” She huffs.

“Good. Now, go clean yourself up and go to sleep.”

“What?” She sits up and turns her light on. “I thought you wanted me to…to…”

“I changed my mind. You can wait until we’re in person. I don’t want the first time to be over the phone.”

“That’s fair.” She nods.

“Sorry. I’m not trying to be-“

“No, it’s okay. I…I actually kind of feel the same way. It makes sense.” She takes a deep breath. “I’m…I’m gonna, um, go…do what you said.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Pam.”

“Night, Jim.”

**

These last couple of weeks have been insane. Everyone thought the Scranton branch was shutting down because Michael said it was. Then it turned out that Stamford is closing. Which means some people from Stamford are coming to Scranton. Jim is confirmed as one of the salesmen coming to Scranton. Pam was copied on an email sent to Michael briefing him on who’s joining the Scranton team. Andy and Karen are the other salespeople coming. Jim’s mentioned Karen a couple of times. He admitted that they became good friends, and there were some feelings there, but he assured Pam that he doesn’t want to be with Karen.

On the day of, Pam is downright giddy. Jim needed a couple of days to get settled in his new apartment, so they weren’t able to see each other until his first day back. It’s fitting. They’re starting fresh. One by one, a new person comes strolling in. Michael greets each person in his own special way. Luckily, he’s not by her desk when she sees Jim approaching.

“Hi, I’m Jim, I-“

“Oh my god, it’s really you.” Pam smiles brightly and rushes over to Jim to hug him.

“See, you ruined my bit. I was pretending I’d never been here before.” He looks down at her and melts at the way she’s beaming up at him.

“I know, I don’t care.”

“Jimbo! Look who’s back!” Michael says cheerily. Jim lets go of Pam to greet Michael.

As Jim settles in he notices Ryan sitting where he used to sit. Because Jim’s a nice person, he takes the spot across from Dwight. He won’t be able to steal glances of Pam as easily, but maybe that’s a good thing for right now. He’s about ready to burst, and he needs to keep his composure. He’s been given a promotion. He’s the new number two. He’s also the only one who has worked for both branches, so he knows he needs to be a resource for his Stamford colleagues. As much as he wants to fall back into older patterns with Pam, he doesn’t want to go back to exactly how things were. He’s almost thirty-one, he wants to try to grow up a little.

That lasts all of five seconds, though. Dwight and Andy are two sides of the same coin, and Jim needs to keep that under control. So, he has no choice but to mess with Dwight. Hearing Pam hold in her laughter is also a boost to his ego.

It’s an eventful day. One of the Stamford people has already quit. Michael just isn’t great with onboarding and integrating. Pam and Jim haven’t gotten to talk much since there was so much going on. She has no idea what the plan for tonight is, if there even is one. He finds her in the kitchen later. She’s snacking on her berry yogurt. Jim refills his water bottle.

“Hey.” He says to her.

“Hi.” She says back.

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

“I believe so.” She licks the yogurt off her spoon, sending a shiver down Jim’s spine. Whether it was intentional or not, that was hot.

“I was thinking we could go out after work.”

“Sure.” She nods. “I’ll want to change first, though. So…maybe you should follow me to my place after work, and then we can just take one car to wherever we decide to go.”

“That sounds like a great idea. Carpooling is much better for the environment.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

**

Pam’s stomach is full of nerves. Jim’s driving behind her to her apartment. He parks next to her, and she holds out her hand for him. They walk with their fingers intertwined into the building and up to her floor.

“This is even better than how you described it.” Jim says as he looks around Pam’s place. “It’s very you.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “So, I’m just gonna go freshen up, and then we can head out.”

“Pam.” Jim loops his fingers around her forearm. He pulls her into his embrace, cupping her cheek with his other hand. “Let’s eat later.”

She nods and lets her eyes flutter closed as his lips brush against hers. It’s so tender and soft at first. She sighs happily into the kiss. Jim’s hand tightens around the material of her sweater, pressing her harder against his chest. His tongue swipes along her bottom lip. She opens up for him, and relishes at the way he moans into her.

“Bedroom.” He mumbles against her lips.

Pam tugs Jim backwards towards her room, desperate to stay kissing and in his arms. His lips moves along her jaw as he grips the hem of her sweater. Her fingers make work to undo his tie and the buttons on his shirt. She lifts her arms up so Jim can get her sweater off. He reaches around her to take her hair out of its elastic. He runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her. Her hands go for his belt buckle, and he lets her undo it. Jim kisses along her collarbones and down her chest. He kisses down her belly. He loves how soft she is. He helps her out of his shoes and she unzips her skirt. It falls to the floor and pools around her ankles.

“You are so beautiful.” Jim says as he runs his fingers up and down her smooth legs. He’s on his knees, and he’s sure they’ll hurt later, but he doesn’t care. He thinks for a moment. “Don’t you usually wear tights?”

“I…I took them off in my car to save time. I thought this might happen. Tights don’t look sexy in the light, trust me.”

“You’re so cute.” He chuckles. He presses his lips below her naval, and kisses along the band of her underwear. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She nods. “Do you want me to get on the bed so you’re more comfortable?”

“No, this is how I want to do it.”

He hooks his fingers into her underwear and kisses on her pelvis as he slowly drags them down her legs. She steps out of them as he kisses along her hip bones. She’s shaking a bit. She’s nervous. They shuffle backwards so she can lean up against the door of her bedroom. She’d probably lose her balance otherwise. Jim moves one of her legs over his shoulder. He kisses on her inner thigh. She runs her fingers through his hair as he gets his fingers on her. He spreads her folds apart and leans in to kiss her. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, coating them, then brings them back to her.

“Mm.” Her head rolls back against the door as his fingers rub around her entrance. His mouth comes into contact with her clit, and licks over it. He puckers his lips around it and sucks on it while he slips his middle finger up inside of her. “Fuck.”

“Did Pam Beesly just say a curse word?” He smirks up at her.

“I save them for special occasions.” She smiles down at him.

“Yeah?” He gets a second finger inside of her, and her mouth falls open. “I’ve been dreaming about this, seeing you this way…because of me.” She bites on her bottom lip and her eyes screw shut. “Pam, look at me.” She opens her eyes slowly and looks down at him. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of her, curling and twisting them. “I want you to watch me.”

“Okay.” She nods.

He gets his mouth back on her, sucking on her clit. He nips at it carefully a few times. He’s giving her lazy strokes of his tongue, getting distracted by the sound of her arousal as he fucks her with his fingers. He uses his free hand to spread the thigh over his shoulder wider. His thumb is definitely going to leave a bruise with the way it’s pressing into her skin, but she doesn’t care. She’ll take all the marks he’ll give her.

It's getting more difficult for her to keep her eyes on him. She’s starting to pant and whine. Her fingers are tugging at his hair, pushing him closer to her. He looks up at her (to the best of his ability), and watches as her face contorts with pleasure.

“J-Jim.” She groans, thrashing back against the door. “C-can I? I’m gonna…can I?”

“Mhmm.” He hums against her as he continues to relentlessly suck on her clit. His fingers are so deep inside her. He’s making the come-here motion against her.

Her back arches off the door, and she cries out as she comes around his fingers. He fucks her through it before slowly taking his fingers out of her. He sucks them into his mouth and moans.

“You taste so fucking good.”

“I’m glad, um, that was…wow.” She places her hand on her forehead as she catches her breath. “I’ve never…that hard, I…”

“Can’t even form a cohesive sentence.” He stands up slowly, rubbing at her sides until his hands are gripping her hips. “Do you want to keep going, or do you want to stop there?”

“I wanna keep going.” Her arms wrap around his neck, going up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He lifts her up off the ground completely and carries her over to her bed, placing her down gently. “You’re not naked enough.”

“Let me fix that.” He smirks. His button-up slides off his shoulders, and he gets his t-shirt off immediately after. Pam runs her hands up and down his torso as he undoes his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Her eyes widen when she sees the outline of his erection through his boxer-briefs, a small wet patch where his tip is. He takes one of her hands and places it over himself. “This is what you do to me. Only you could get me this hard and ready.”

“I…you’re huge.” She looks up at him, almost worried.

“Aww, was Roy’s not as big as mine?” He asks, guiding her hand to move up and down to palm and stroke him.

“N-no.” She shakes her head. “No, he…it wasn’t…” She just looks up at him and shakes her head again. Another boost to his ego. “Can I take it out?” He nods, and she grips the band of his boxers, dragging them down. His cock springs out and slaps against his lower belly. A string of his pre-come keeps his tip and belly connected.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He tells her as he moves her hair back for her.

“I want to. Could you just…you took my hair out.”

“I’ll hold it for you, don’t worry.” He makes a makeshift ponytail for her with his fist.

She grips his shaft, dragging her thumb over his tip and rubbing his pre-come down to his base. She wants him wet all around so it feels better for him. She leans in and licks over his head. His breath hitches, which is all she needs to take the full head into her mouth. Both of his hands card through her hair to keep it back for her. He also just needs something to hold onto. She knows she won’t be able to take him too far down her throat, so she doesn’t even attempt it. Instead, she focuses on sucking and licking his head while her hand pumps the rest of him. Her free hand comes up to gently palm his balls.

“Oh, Christ, Pam.” He gasps. “You’re so good. I knew you would be.” She moans around him, encouraging him to keep praising her. “Your mouth is incredible.” He tugs her off of him. She looks up at him in shock. “I don’t want to come yet. You can suck me dry another time.” He knees onto the bed and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. He’s mesmerized by her breasts. He cups them and runs his thumbs over her nipples, getting them hard and pebbled. “Still doing okay? I won’t be mad if you want to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop, Jim. I want this…I want all of this with you. I’m…I’m finally ready for you, for all of you.”

“You don’t know what it means to me to hear you say that.” He leans in and kisses her, having her lay on her back with him on top of her, his hands groping at her breasts. He nips at her bottom lip before pressing his forehead to hers. “I am going to treat you so much better than anyone else ever has.”

“Jim.” She whimpers, cupping his jaw to lick into his mouth.

He moves to kiss on her chest, sucking a good amount of her left breast into mouth before letting it go with a pop. He does the same to her right before kissing down her body. He spreads her wide apart and spits down onto her pussy, watching it slide down her slit. He shuffles down between her thighs and licks into her. Pam squirms under him. He licks up her slit and kisses on her clit before sitting up.

“I needed to taste you again.” He admits sheepishly. He runs a hand through his hair to get his matted locks off his forehead. “I had condoms, but I left them in my car. I’ll just-“

“It’s okay, we don’t need one.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I’m good about taking my birth control every day, and I’m clean…are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’m okay with it if you are. I…I’m sort of desperate to feel you.”

“Just sort of, huh?” He smirks. He moves to sit up against her headboard. “I’d like you on top first, is that alright?”

“Yeah, I actually prefer being on top.” She straddles him, resting her hands on his shoulders as he guides himself in. He paints the head of his cock around at first. She slowly starts to sink down onto him. She bites down on her bottom lip. He has to do the same with his.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groans. “Should I have used my fingers longer?”

“N-no.” She pants. They both moan out once he’s all the way inside of her. “No, this feels so good.”

“Fuck, Pam.” He wraps his arms around her back, pulling her to chest.

She rolls her hips forward as she slots her lips over his. They kiss sloppily as her hips continue rolling back and forth on him. He starts to thrust up into her slowly. Her mouth falls open and her forehead presses against his. His hands splay on her back as they move in sync with each other. They both moan into each other’s mouths, unable to hold anything in. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent indents behind. His lips move to the spot just below her ear, kissing and licking and sucking at the tender skin. She grips his hair and pushes him harder against her. He slips a hand between them so he can rub her clit with his fingers.

“Ohhh.” She whines. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Her breaths become shallower, and she slams her hand against the headboard as she comes around him. She bites down on his shoulder as they continue rolling their hips together. He cradles her cheeks and kisses her forehead, then her nose, and then her lips. He adjusts them so Pam’s on her back and he’s on top of her.

“Good to keep going?” He asks as he nuzzles his nose along hers.

“Yes.” She smiles. “I told you not to stop, remember?”

He smiles too. He can’t stop smiling. He stays close to her, taking her hands in his and pinning them on either side of her head. Their hands stay together, fingers clasping together. Jim thrusts in and out of her nice and deep. Pam wraps her legs around his waist to pull him even closer, wanting the friction from his pelvis on her clit. He lets go of one of her hands in favor of entangling his fingers in her hair. Her nails scratch at his back. Jim can feel himself getting closer. He lets go of her other hand and slides his arm under her back to hold her tighter in his arms. Her hands grope and grab at the plushy flesh above his hips.

“Pam.” He moans into her ear. She tightens around his cock. “Pam, I’m gonna come soon.”

“Yes.” She nods, lost in a state of bliss as she can feel that coil in the pit of her belly forming again.

“Where do you want it?” He grunts.

She hadn’t really thought about it. She doesn’t want him to stop what he’s doing. Selfishly, if he stopped, it would ruin her potential orgasm. And she’s honestly not sure she could to having another building up because she’s starting to get too sensitive. This next one is definitely going to be her last of the night, which she’s more than fine with. She never came this many times with Roy in one go. Sometimes she wouldn’t come at all.

“Inside me, I want you to come inside me.” She tells him. “Keep going, don’t stop. I…I’m…”

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He moans.

“Me too.”

They both start panting uncontrollably. Jim fucks into her hard, deep, and fast. The speed pushes her over the edge thanks to the added pressure and friction to her clit, and the fact that his tip is beating up her g-spot. The burn of the stretch he’s giving her is all consuming. As she’s making a mess of his cock, Jim finally lets himself go, making his own mess inside of her. He tugs harshly at her hair, coming harder than he ever has. This is something he’s wanted for so long. It’s not just his imagination anymore. It’s not a fantasy anymore. It’s better than all of that because it’s real. Tears come to his eyes and he starts trembling. He pulls out of her and moves to rest his head on her chest. She whimpers at the emptiness.

Pam can feel a wetness on her chest. She cups Jim’s cheeks and makes him look at her. She panics when she sees his bleary eyes. Her thumbs run along his cheekbones to catch his tears.

“Was it not…was it not…” She can’t even finish the sentence.

“Oh, Pam.” He pecks her lips. “It was everything. You…you were so good. You were so fucking good.” He kisses her hard, surprising her, but it’s welcomed. “You were so good for me.” He nuzzles into her neck. “M’just a little emotional, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay.” She runs her fingers through his hair, and sighs with relief. “It was…that was…I’ve read stories about this kind of passionate sex, but I never thought I’d ever get to experience it for myself.” Jim chuckles softly into her neck. “I’m serious! I’ve never felt so wanted before. And…and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I’ve wanted you.”

“That means so much to me to hear you say that.” He moves to look at her, and snakes a hand between them, running his fingers through her messy folds. She winces from the sensitivity, but relaxes at the way he gently strokes her entrance. “Made a mess of you. We should get you cleaned up.”

“Good idea, except I’ve lost all feeling in my legs.”

“Music to my ears.” He grins. “Do you have any washcloths in your bathroom?”

“Mhm, in the cabinet below the sink.”

“Be back in a second.” He gets up, and snatches his boxers from the floor. He disappears into the bathroom, and runs warm water over a washcloth. He cleans himself up and pulls his underwear back on. He comes back to Pam shortly, and gently cleans her up with the warm washcloth. She winces again, starting to feel a little sore. “You’re alright, I know you’re sensitive.” He coos as he continues to gently clean up the mess he made. “Put this perfect little pussy through a lot tonight.”

“Jim.” She laughs, covering her face with her hands.

“What?” He laughs with her.

“I didn’t know you could be so…”

“Vulgar?”

“No, vocal.” She looks at him, and he looks at her.

“Think you just bring it out in me.” He comes around to her side and sits on the edge of the bed. He leans down and pecks her lips. “Why don’t you finish cleaning yourself up, and I’ll order us some takeout?”

“Chalk full of good ideas today.” She beams at him. “What do you want to eat?”

“You pick, I’m sure I’ll like whatever you want.”

“Hmm.” She thinks for a moment. “Chinese?”

“Works for me. You still like scallion pancakes?”

“Like them? I love them.” She scoffs, and reaches for one of her blankets to wrap herself up in as she stands. “And dumplings, and-“

“House rice with shrimp.”

“Good memory.” She gives his cheek a pinch and kisses him before making her way into the bathroom.

Jim throws his T-shirt on, but forgoes putting any of his other clothes back on. He orders the food and goes into the kitchen to get himself and Pam a glass of water. She shuffles into the kitchen, now donning a pair of pajama pants and a long-sleeve bed shirt. Jim throws an arm around her and kisses her temple.

“Food should be here in about forty minutes.” He tells her.

“Sounds good.”

“You feel okay everything?”

“Yeah! Do you?”

“Course.” He smiles. “I don’t think we should tell people right away, though. The teasing…I can already hear it.”

“I think I agree. I can picture Michael making lewd gestures towards us.” She wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him. “How about this: let’s go out on some actual dates, hang out outside of work more often, and if it all goes well, which I strongly believe it will, we can tell the office.”

“I think that’s a perfect plan, Beesly.”

**

It’s tough keeping things a secret during the hot and heavy phase. Stolen glances, brushes of hands…it’s not enough during the day. They still eat lunch together, but there’s no real privacy in the break room or the kitchen. And it would be too suspicious if they were both sneaking out at noon together every day. Jim also didn’t want Pam to think that he only wanted to spend time with her just so he could touch her. He’d be fine if all they did was cuddle and talk. Honestly! And she feels the same way. She loves the connection they have.

The toughest part? Roy. He’s been trying to get Pam back basically since they broke up. He comes upstairs a lot, going to the vending machines as an excuse to see Pam. And Jim can’t really step in to tell him to back off because as soon as he does everyone will know. Things have been going really well for Jim and Pam, but it’s only been a little less than a month. Things are still new. There are things they’re still working through.

“Hey, Pammy.” Roy smiles as he comes over to her desk.

“Hi.” She hates that nickname. And she knows it goes right up Jim’s ass whenever Roy calls her that. “What’s up?”

“The guys in the warehouse have been missing you. We’re going to trivia at Poor Richard’s. I thought you’d like to come.”

“I can’t tonight. I have my art class after work. But maybe another time? I miss hanging out with all those guys too. How’s Madge’s grandson by the way? I haven’t had a chance to get down there to ask her how it’s been going with him living with her.”

“It was a pretty smooth transition from what she’s told us. Her husband’s retired so he’s able to do the school drop off and pick up. Then Madge helps him with his homework.”

“Oh good. Well let her know I can babysit any time she needs a breather.”

“I will.” He smiles softly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

Jim gets up from his desk and comes over to Pam’s, taking a mint out of one of the bowls she has out. She gives him a different smile, a more knowing smile, a more mischievous, devious smile.

“How often did you hang out with Daryl and all of them?” He asks her.

“We would all go to Poor Richard’s a lot for trivia or open mic night. Daryl is very musically inclined.”

“No kidding?”

“He plays the keyboard, and he’s actually a really good singer. Him and the guys would sign up and do a little something every once in a while. We used to have him and his daughter over for movie nights. And then usually if we were out I’d end up talking to Madge since I was the only other girl.”

“Hm.” Jim nod, taking the information in. “You know you can hang out with them any time you want. I mean, you were with Roy for a long time, it’s okay if you still want to be friends.”

“I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” She scoffs quietly.

“You don’t, that’s not what I meant. I just want you to know it doesn’t bother me because I trust you, that’s all.”

“Well…thank you. Maybe I’ll go meet up with them after I get out of class later.”

“Go for it.” He smiles. “You can tell them about your art show that’s coming up.”

“That’s right! Good idea.”

**

Pam got out of art class early, so she decided to go to Poor Richard’s. She told the guys all about her art show and gave them the information. It was nice to be around them again. She ends up sitting at the bar with Roy later on.

“Can I ask you something?” He says to her, and she nods. “Have you been seeing someone?”

Shit.

“Um, Roy…”

“I know it’s not any of my business, but I can still read you like a book, Pam.” He smirks. “I can tell when something’s up with you. You’ve been different lately.”

“Yeah, yes…I’ve been seeing someone. But it’s really new so I haven’t told anyone yet. We’re seeing how things go for now before we bring it all out in the open.”

“It’s not that new guy Andy, is it? I heard he hit on you one day.”

“Oh, no, it’s not him.” She laughs. “And that was just a prank Jim pulled. Andy was asking him for advice on who he should ask out, and Jim thought it would be funny to tell Andy how to win me over, only what Andy didn’t know was that Jim told him about everything I can’t stand. So, Andy comes to my desk and asks me if I want to play disc golf with him, in pig Latin, and then later serenaded me with a show tune while playing a banjo.”

“Holy shit.” Roy blinks. “I didn’t know any of those things rubbed you the wrong way.”

“Jim just knows me really well.” She shrugs.

“Yeah, but I’ve known you way longer.”

“You’re not the most observant person, Roy.”

“So, if it’s not Andy, then who is it?”

“I…well, I’m seeing Jim.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?”

“I don’t know, I thought he was gay or something. Which is fine, being gay is great.” He clears his throat, knowing the cameras are watching him. “When did it start?”

“Technically, when he moved back here.”

“Why do you technically?”

“About a month before we were supposed to get married…at casino night, Jim and I kissed.”

“What?”

“He told me he was in love with me, and-“

“You called off our wedding for Halpert?!”  

“No there were a lot of reasons. Can you please lower your voice? I can explain more if you just calm down and listen.”

“Calm down and listen?! You cheated on me!”

“I didn’t cheat on you.”

“What do you call kissing someone else?!”

“It was one time for a fraction of a second, and I turned him down.”

“I can’t believe this!”

“Don’t yell.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Pam!” Roy throws a glass at the mirror behind the bar.

“I’m leaving.” Pam gets off her stool and rushes out of the bar while Roy continues to throw glasses and break things. She has tears in her eyes as she gets into her car. She know she did a bad thing. She knows she hurt Roy, but this isn’t the first time he’s had an outburst like this. Down the line she knows it would have gotten worse, and eventually he would have hit her instead of a wall.

**

“So…Roy knows about everything?” Jim sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as Pam explains things to him the next morning in the break room.

“Not everything, but he knows we’re dating, and he knows we kissed while he and I were still together.”

“And then he got violent and started breaking glasses at the bar?”

“Yeah.” She nods, folding her arms over herself for comfort.

“Did he ever physically hurt you?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “But he could have a temper from time to time. I’ve never seen him that angry, and I had never been so scared to be around him. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone last night. I shouldn’t have told him anything.”

“No, it’s good you did. Maybe it’ll give you both some extra closure.”

“He was really mad.”

“Come back with me to my place after work tonight. He doesn’t know where I live, so I think it’ll be better you stay with me until he’s able to calm down a little from this.”

“You just want me to spend the night.” She grins.

“Only because I love to see you in my bed.”

Pam opens her mouth to give him a cheeky response, but Kelley comes in with Ryan. They’re having a heated discussion.

The day goes by like normal. Michael did something outrageously horrendous. Dwight and Andy blindly followed him. Jim made them all look stupid by pulling a prank. All in all, it was a great day, and Pam forgot all about the incident with Roy. That is until he came storming into the office at the end of the word day.

“Halpert.” Roy charges towards Jim.

“Roy!” Pam yells out, not wanting him to hurt Jim.

This isn’t the first time Roy and Jim have gotten physical with each other. They got into a little scrap that time Pam wanted to do the art program Jan told her about. Roy said no, but Jim told her she should, and Pam told Roy what Jim said, so Roy pushed Jim and Jim pushed him back. It was down the warehouse and Daryl broke it up.

Jim isn’t stupid. He knows Roy could probably kill him. But one of the advantages of sitting by Dwight for so long is that Jim has learned a thing or two about self defense.

Roy gets close enough to throw a punch at Jim, and Jim ducks. While Jim is ducking, Dwight sprays Roy in the face with pepper spray. Everyone in the vicinity starts tearing up and coughing.

“Pam, please call security.” Dwight says through his tears.

**

Since the incident happened at the end of the day, Toby said he would take everyone’s stories the next morning. He wanted to make sure Pam was alright, and then he added wanting to make sure Jim was alright too. A few others had already left for the day as it was. So it just made sense for everyone else to go home and process what happened.

“I’ll understand if you don’t feel like having me spend the night.” Pam says to Jim in the parking lot. “I know this drew a lot of attention to us and that people are going to be asking a ton of questions tomorrow.”

“Beesly, you’re insane if you think I don’t want you to come over tonight. I’ve been looking forward to it all day.” He smiles and kisses her cheek.  

The two decide to go out for burrito bowls and margaritas. They laugh about what happened earlier. It wasn’t funny, but they’re more so laughing at how crazy it all was. Pam just wanted to be honest with Roy, and Jim couldn’t fault her for that. Neither one of them wants to carry secrets into their new relationship.

The two drive to Jim’s. They enjoy a pint of ice cream while they watch some TV in his living room. Pam holds up a spoon full for Jim. He happily takes it, holding her wrist up in place with his hand. He kisses on her hand and up her arm, making her giggle. He gets to her neck, lingers there, then kisses along her jaw until he reaches her mouth. She clumsily sets the ice cream down on the coffee table and lets Jim lay her down on the couch. He wedges his leg between hers and groans.

“Can we just kiss for a while?” He asks her.

“Yeah, course.” She nods.

Jim kisses Pam so tenderly, and it makes her melt every single time. Her fingers card through his hair, making him smile against her. They adjust so she can get her legs around him. She has to hike her skirt up around her waist, but eventually they’re able to rest comfortably against one another. His thumb rubs circles into her hip while his other hand cradles her cheek. She rolls her hips up to his, and he presses harder against her. He pulls back to look at her, and she giggles.

“What?” He giggles with her.

“Your lips always get all swollen and pink whenever we kiss. It’s cute.” She runs her thumb over his lips, and he nips at the pad of it.

“So do yours.”

“Do they really?”

“Mhm.” He nods and pecks her top lip and sits up. “It’s late, should we go to bed?”

“Yeah.” She nods, and he helps her up, adjusting her skirt.

“Fuck it.”

He picks her up and carries her to his bedroom. He’s quick to get her naked. He just needs to be close to her right now. She feels the same way. She likes the way he pins her down, but she also likes way he makes her feel safe and comfortable. He’s always checking in, asking her if she’s okay with what he’s doing, if she likes it.

Even though the bed is right there, Jim brings Pam into his bathroom. She knows he prefers to shower in the evening. He explained that he likes showering after work to help wash the day away. So it clicks for her that he wants to have sex in his shower. She has not problem with it.

The water cascades over the both of them. They fumble around a bit, knocking various bottles of body wash and shampoo over. He lifts Pam up and presses her up against the shower wall. Pam wraps her legs around his waist and guides his cock inside of her. They both moan out. His fingers dig into the meat of her ass to hold her up and fuck up into her. She’s got one hand fisting his hair, and the other is wrapped around his neck. Jim slots his mouth over hers. It always amazes Pam how calculated his kisses are. She likes how much Jim likes to kiss during sex. She and Roy never really kissed during sex. It makes her feel even more wanted than she already does.

“You feel so good.” He presses his forehead to hers. One of his hands comes up to clutch at the tile. “Oh my god, I’m gonna come.” He looks at her. “Are you close?”

“Yes.” She nods frantically. “Yes, just don’t stop. You’re hitting it.”

Pam tightens and pulsates around Jim as she comes, driving him over the edge to his own release. He sets her down slowly and kisses her.

“This weekend, I was thinking we could go to the Evehart Museum.” He says to her as he grabs the shower head to help clean up between her legs. “Look at some of the art pieces, you know, if you want.”

“I’d love to. There’s a new exhibit I’ve been dying to see. You wouldn’t be bored?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were the only person in Scranton that likes art, my bad.” He smirks.

“Shut up.” She laughs and nudges him. “I just don’t want you to think we always have to do things that I like. I wanna do things that you like too.”

“Alright. This weekend we’ll go to the art museum, and next weekend we’ll go to that tavern I told you about that that local band I like plays at.”

“Wow, you’ve got me locked in for the next two weekends. What’s your game, Halpert?” She wraps her arms around his neck. “Trying to make me your girlfriend or something?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” He wraps his arms around her back and kisses her forehead. “And when I officially ask you to be my girlfriend, trust me when I say, it’s going to knock the wind out of you Beesly.”

“Looking forward to it.”

The two finish up in the shower, and watch some TV before bed.

Jim lays on his back while Pam rests her head on his chest. He keeps his arms wrapped around her while she drifts off into sleep. Having the privilege to kiss and touch and hold her is all he’s wanted for the last three years. Now that he has it, he couldn’t be happier. He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

[morethanthatfic]

Hello 🧡 do you have any recommendations for fics where Jim and Pam fake date ?

Hello! Sorry you asked this forever ago.

Considering how well suited early season Jim and Pam are for the fake dating trope there's shockingly not much fic about it. Early on in Office Flandom writers Annakovsky and kyrafic wrote a perfect fake relationship fic Pack Up Your Bags, It's Never Too Late! More recently writer Sam took on the trope with Serendipity . So there are two recommendations and anyone interested in your own fake dating take I encourage you to try it out and post on MTT!

[femininomen0n]

The Times They Are A-Changin': A Post-Apocalyptic Office AU

Rating: Mature Pairings: Jim/Pam, Erin/Pete, Dwight/Angela Warnings: non-graphic violence, mentions of death, injury, and assault, general post-apocalyptic misery. Warnings are subject to change- please check the tags and the author's note on each chapter for up-to-date TWs! Summary: Two years after the world fell to pieces, the former employees of Dunder Mifflin and their families now reside in the Schrute Farms Community. Dwight's careful planning and agricultural know-how keeps their stomachs full and the house warm, but other dangers lurk both inside and out of the ancient stone walls that guard them. Between two recent arrivals, brewing unrest, and the struggles of post-apocalyptic existence, life is a far cry from what it once was. The tides of change come for everyone, and their fledgling clan is no exception.

read the prologue and chapter one now on ao3!

[spookymultimedia]

Hand in Unlovable Hand

Michael tells Holly about what had happened between he and Jan

CW: discussion of past emotional and sexual abuse [Jan Levinson], panic attack symptoms, dyke being used as a slur, biphobia, and blood

Holly leaned against her car waiting for Michael to come outside. It was early spring and the sun was resting on the horizon.

"Hey." Dwight flashed a friendly smile at her. He liked Holly. She was a little airhead and not his personal choice in girls but she was for Michael. They got along better than any girl he had dated.

"Hi." She smiled.

"You and Michael seem to be doing well."

"Yeah, we are, but-."

"But?" He looked down at her confused.

"I don't know, he's a little distant sometimes."

"Distant?" He cocked his head.

She sighed, a bit of wind blew against her hair, "You- you know when you're around a dog and you can tell it's a nervous dog? Like, it's a sweet dog. . . but it just has this scared look in its eye."

Dwight knew exactly what she meant. He nodded slowly.

"There's something off about him and I don't know why." She placed a hand on her cheek worried.

"You really care about him."

"Of course, I love him more than anything."

He fidgeted his feet and bit his lip, "Do you know who Jan is?"

"Huh?"

"Do you know of Jan Levinson?"

"I know she used to work in HR but she got fired. Why?"

"Um, well. She used to date Michael and. . ." He trailed off when he saw Michael walk up to her. She smiled warmly at him and they hugged each other.

"Hey there Holly-boo." He kissed her cheek. Dwight walked away.

"Hey babe."

Michael pulled out quickly and stiffened up. "What?"

Michael blinked, "Uh, I- nothing."

"No you can tell me." She said softly and smiled.

"D-don't call me that, please." He looked down.

"Okay, Mickey I won't call you that. Thank you for telling me." She petted his arm. He smiled and relaxed, she noticed his hands shook a little. They got in the car and she started to drive him home. "So how was your day?"

"Pretty good actually, it was good. We had fun and work got 'dun."

"That's good."

"How was your day?"

"I just did errands. There was a cute dog in the store. I couldn't pet it though. Service dog."

"They work so hard. They should have their Memorial Day."

"That's for the dead soldiers."

"Well, a Veterans Day. But for dogs. You understand?"

"Yeah, I understand. That would be nice. Michael?"

"Yes?" He looked at her.

"Who's Jan?"

He looked at her shocked. "What?"

"Dwight brought her up. Did something happen between you two?"

He didn't say anything. She glanced at him.

"Are you okay?"

"No. ."

"I'm sorry. Do you. . feel like talking about it?"

"I don't know. She was-, we were-," he shook his head, "It was a bad relationship."

There was a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't like this Jan Levinson person. She was worried that she might have done something to- no. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Was she assuming the worst? It was like those crime scenes on that show that Michael liked. She was surprised he enjoyed such a heavy show. It was all like the beginning of the episode where bits of the tragic story were being pieced together. An awful suspicion lingered in her.

'What happened to Jan Levinson?' Holly recalled her conversation with David Wallace. She remembered how disgusted he looked at the sound of her name.

'Oh she was awful. Very reckless boss. Absolutely unprofessional. You're lucky that you haven't met her.' Unprofessional? What did that mean?

She walked into his house and set her coat aside. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought it up."

"No, it's fine. I really think you should know." He sat on the couch with her.

"Are you sure?" She held his hand. He scooted away from her but held her hand. She squeezed his hand gently.

"Yes."

He stared at the floor thinking about it all. The sleepless nights he spent in Jan's living room. The countless pointless fights where no one won. The number of times he should've spoken up and the times he couldn't speak up to her all. The nights that were blurred out of his memory but yet the pain was all too vivid. He didn't know how to put all those garbled up feelings into words. He didn't know how to explain it. He still couldn't grasp the concept that she had hurt him because he was still in this stupid mindset that she genuinely loved him and still loved him. What she did to him was inexcusable yet he came up with a list of reasons why it was okay that she did that to him. After all, he had done shitty things to her as well. He was an asshole. Maybe he was still an asshole. Did his behavior warrant her actions? Did they have any correlation at all?

Holly didn't deserve this. She was funny, dorky, kind, and genuine. She didn't deserve to be with someone with so many complications and baggage. She had told him many times that she loved him but did she mean it? Jan had said she loved him too? Was this going to crash and burn too? His shoulders were trembling from how much he had tensed them, hot tears edged at his eyes. He wanted to speak but there was a knot in his throat.

"Take your time. Don't forget to breathe." Holly said calmly. Why did she put up with him? He took a few deep breaths but he just started to cry. She looked up at him with sorry eyes. What the fuck did she do to him? He stared a hole into the corner of the room, tears gliding down his face. She petted his hand.

"She- Jan was a normal woman and- she wasn't a bad person- I mean she was recently divorced when we started out-," He gawked for a moment. Why was he just now seeing all the red flags she had? Love is blind after all. . .

"It wasn't toxic at first. It was just a regular hook up, but we saw each other more and I guess she didn't initially want to be with me but I pressured her to like me. No, I manipulated her just to talk to me. I was obsessed." He looked her in the eye. She stared back at him unsure of how to react. She was still holding his hand. "I was so obsessed with how she thought of me. I was desperate for any kind of attention no matter how much I had to force it out of people." He spoke bitterly about himself as if he was someone else. "So, I convinced her that she needed to love me, I guess? It's shitty but that's what I did. I knew it was wrong but I did it anyway" She held his hand still.

"And?"

"And she stayed. We dated, I guess. If you could even call it that. I moved in with her and-." A shiver of pain went down his spine. He hiccuped and started to cry more. He felt pathetic and stupid. "It was hell. It was pure fucking hell. I had no control over my own money because she would spend it on whatever. She didn't let me-" I choked out a sob. His back was in pain. It was burning. He suddenly felt feverish. "Dwight is my best friend. I tell him almost everything. He's there for me even when I'm a piece of shit. He's too kind. I don't deserve him. And Jan- she didn't let me talk to him outside of work. I couldn't tell him half the shit she was doing to me because I felt like if I spoke up and told anyone what was going on she would punish me. I was scared to say anything. God, I will never forgive myself for how I treated him then. He deserved better. I convinced myself that nothing was wrong with my relationship with Jan. For fucks sake Dwight had to learn secondhand through Angela about what she was doing to me. I told the women of the office what was happening and I tried to break things off with Jan but she wouldn't let me go. She- she. ." He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and tried to breathe. She was still holding his hand, she looked horrified.

"I can't remember. I think she forced me into these outfits or something. I felt uncomfortable in those outfits. I don't remember exactly what happened or when but she. . .she touched me. I think she touched me when I said no. She wouldn't listen to me." He stared at the floor trying to remember but there was this invisible barrier that wouldn't let him recall the memory properly. "The neon. . ."

"The boob neon?" She looked confused.

"She hated it. She absolutely hated it. But you loved it. She was mad about the neon. "

"Why?" She looked at me puzzled and shocked.

"I don't know. She just hated it. I feel sick." He held his stomach.

"Are you going to throw up?" She sounded a little panicked. He started to sweat.

He shook his head. "No, it just hurts."

"Then, lay down. You're burning up." She felt my head. "Take off your shirt."

He slipped off his suit and shirt and laid down. She grabbed a wet rag. She dabbed it against his head and back gently.

"It's okay. I'm right here."

"I'm a burden."

"You are not a burden."

"Well then I'm an asshole and I deserve this."

"Michael, I think you were just vulnerable and she took advantage of that. You're different now and I can see you're becoming a better person. You used to be the Michael Scott who would trash my Woody doll. But you've changed. I notice you are changing and I'm proud of you. I love you. No amount of damage you carry is going to change that."

He looked at her.

"Okay. You-you really think she took advantage of me?"

"Michael, that was abuse." She looked at him shocked. He stared off in disbelief.

"Are you okay?"

"Everything hurts, I'm tired." He mumbled.

"I'm right here darling."

"Do you want a hug?"

"I- I'd rather not be touched at all right now."

"Okay. I won't touch you." She smiled at him.

A week later Holly was outside the office with Dwight, Angela and Kevin. Michael was having a big sales call with Pam. There's maintenance being done inside so some people left while some were still waiting for maintenance.

"You've seriously never seen Battlestar Galactica?"

"I feel like you're making that up." Holly said and leaned against her car. Angela and Kevin were seated on the edge of Kevin's car talking about something else. Why Kevin was still there was anyone's guess. Maybe he enjoyed Holly and Angela's company.

"Holly, that is a very real show."

She looked at him skeptical. A car drove into the parking lot. It wasn't Michael's car. Jan stepped out of it. "Where is Michael?"

"Jan?" Dwight stared at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I just thought I'd pay Michael a visit. Where is he?"

"None of your business." Holly said, trying to keep her composure.

"Who are you?" Jan narrowed her eyes to her.

"Holly Flax, HR. Get lost bitch."

"Excuse me?" She crossed her arms.

Holly walked to her, Dwight looked nervous. "No, don't you dare play innocent with me. Michael is not here. You don't have any reason to be talking to Michael."

"Oh you must be his new girlfriend." She looked sour at Holly.

"Yeah, I am. He told me all about you."

"Okay, you know what I'll just call him."

She dialed him. He didn't answer. She sighed.

"What do you want with him?"

"I need money. For Astrid." She mumbled.

"He's not the father." Dwight glared at her blatant lie.

"This isn't anyone's business. Why can't I just talk to Michael?! This is ridiculous."

"If you don't leave-."

"Or what? What are you gonna do?" Jan snapped at her.

"It'll get ugly."

"Is it true you kiss girls?"

"What?"

"You're bisexual."

She didn't know how to react. It was true that she was an open and proud bisexual. "Okay, yeah? And?"

"I didn't know Michael dated ugly little dykes like you."

Holly widened her eyes, she was seeing red. That was it, it was personal now. She had the audacity to try to dig her way into Michael's life again and now she was insulting her sexuality. What happened next was a blur. She charged at Jan and punched her square in the jaw, she hoped she broke it. Next, Jan slapped her, just enough to give her a nose bleed. Dwight got between the two and held back Holly, grabbing her arms firmly. Angela leaned towards Kevin wide eyed and he put an arm over her protectively out of instinct, she had latched onto him a bit startled. "Hey! Hey! Knock it off!" Holly squirmed a bit but calmed down. "Get out of here! Get the fuck out of here!" Holly screamed. Dwight spoke calmly, despite his shaking voice, "If you don't leave in 5 minutes I am calling the police, do you understand?"

Jan touched her bruised jaw and left in her car looking disheveled.

Dwight looked at Holly, who had blood all over her. Her knuckles bled a little too. She was shaking.

"Oh my god are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." Angela grabbed a first aid kit from out of her car and helped Holly with her bloody nose. It was sore and red. Pam's car approached and when Michael walked out he ran up to Holly. "Oh God! Are you okay? What happened??"

"Oh, nothing-."

Dwight spoke over her, "She got in a fight with Jan. She punched her in the jaw."

"What!?" Michael looked at her, panicked.

"She's gone now, don't worry."

"You hit her?"

"She was asking for it! I hate her."

"It was pretty cool." Angela admitted with a smile and bandaged her. Kevin stood behind them still trying to take in what just happened.

"I had to step in before things got worse." Dwight said dismissively towards Holly.

"I don't regret hitting her. She called dirty for being bisexual."

"Seriously?" Michael looked at her surprised. "That's awful."

"Yeah, I wanted her to shut up."

"Holly if Dwight wasn't there you or Jan could have gotten seriously hurt!" He looked at her upset. She blinked up at him. "I don't want to see you hurt, okay? I'm sorry for yelling. I just, you really scared me okay."

She nodded, "I understand. I'm sorry I escalated things. I'll just leave next time. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She held his hand. He hugged her.

"Thank you, I'm glad you're okay."

She petted his hair and he kissed her head. They all went home after that.

.

[digging-his-grave]

character list !!

this is the list of characters i will write fanfic for!! you can find my boundaries and more here >> https://www.tumblr.com/digging-his-grave/747284101985452032/pinned-post

i write mostly for characters i’m hyperfixated on so please excuse the random array of people !!

who will i write for?

ghostbusters (1984, 1989, 2021 & 2024)

- ray stantz

- egon spengler

- egon spengler x janine melnitz

- phoebe spengler x melody

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the office (us)

- jim halpert

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stardew valley

- shane

- emily

- abigail

- penny

- harvey

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ghosts (bbc)

- thomas thorne

- captain x havers

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pokémon scarlet & violet

- arven (platonic fics only)

- penny (platonic fics only)

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these are all subject to change and i may add some more characters in future !! i’ve also included ships as i i don’t want to only write x reader fics :3

[wanderingblindly]

[luciaramirezn]

Segunda parte de la saga Dwight Schrute: Dwight se va a vivir a Chile

[onlyswan]

i’m back to give you my iw!couple brain rot 🤲, please handle with care.

but !! imagine jungkook and oc doing that “see how long we can go without kissing” challenge !! how would fold first? they’re both so competitive but smitten it makes me conflicted. 😣😣

knowing them, jungkook would be twitching his eye just from the thought of being deprived kissies so would oc give in first to let him win? or would jungkook just take what’s his?? 🤔

imagine oc being a blushing mess from staring at jungkook’s face for too long 😵‍💫 THEYRE SO CUTE I CANT THINK STRAIGHT😭🫶

summary: in which jungkook is twenty-six years old and yet… you still give him butterflies.

idol!jk x reader, established relationship / word count: 0.7k

content/warnings: sexual tension, making out, it’s honestly just them fighting over who gets to be on top

> in which masterlist!

note: hehe hi anonie… sorry… i kindaaa got carried away… i had to write out the thing or else i would’ve gone insane just talking about it <3 (written with love and care) <3

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“i don’t understand this challenge.”

“me neither,”

jungkook remains in a hypnotic-like trance, doe eyes trained to your lips stained with a lighter shade of mixed red and brown.

“we’re this close and we can’t kiss…? this is absurd.”

“do they actually do this in bed? with someone on top?” you chuckle as you coyly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “i don’t think so?”

“i don’t know. i just wanted you to be comfortable.” he teasingly brushes his nose against yours, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended. “since, you know, we’ll be here a while.”

“oh wow. bringing me to bed, really? you’re that confident?”

he cockily raises an eyebrow. “hm, we both know you won’t be able to resist me here. you’re all over me all the time.”

you try not to roll your eyes in annoyance. and you also both know that you’re just as competitive, if not more.

“oh my god, you,” you mumble. the calm of your voice contrasts the aggressive push of your hand against your boyfriend’s naked chest. “and your stupid arrogance and your stupid need to flaunt your stupid hot body.”

in the blink of an eye, jungkook finds you stradding him, and himself, trapped underneath your body. he blinks in disbelief, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“this is dirty.”

you remove his glasses, moving it aside without care. “that’s just your mind.”

okay, perhaps bringing you to bed was a bad idea.

you lean down, slowly, close and then closer— it’s quite ridiculous that he’s nervous as if he doesn’t know what is bound to happen next: he’s thoroughly convinced that you’re going to kiss him.

once he feels your lips ghost over his, mere millimeters away, his eyelids flutter shut.

terrible idea. terrible.

the kiss, much to his disappointment, never happens.

he opens his eyes and your face is suddenly tucked in the space between his neck and shoulders, giggling and shaking and positively amused.

he turns away and squeezes his eyes shut. a painful admit of defeat against your infinite allure. “ah, i’m fucked.”

“we’ll get there later,” you lift your head, tilting his chin to face you.

you smile and scoot closer. so close that your bottom lips grazes his. he fails to remember the last time the two of you touched as chastely, as softly, but it felt like accidentally touching a live wire. he gets a funny feeling in his stomach. butterflies…? he’s twenty-six years old. he must be losing his mind.

“after you lose.”

“that’s not happening, baby.”

“yes, it will.”

“i won’t give up so easily.”

you give him an innocent look. “but i really think you will.”

you stare at each other for a little while, anticipating the other’s next move.

“fuck- yeah, okay-” he grits his teeth, taking advantage of his strength to finally flip back your positions. you’ve had your fun. “you’re right.”

“babe! ru-”

your surprised gasp is cut off by jungkook’s lips crashing on yours— curved into a smirk, you can feel it. your whines are muffled and swallowed by him, wrists caught in his hands and over your head because you were hitting his shoulder and he just wanted to kiss his baby properly.

“you lost,” you remark quietly when he draws back, only inches away, to scatter kisses along your face and down to your neck.

it tickles, you squirm in pleasure when he reaches near your collarbone, but your hands are still tied.

you were supposed to have him underneath you as a hot and flustered mess, not the other way around. damn it.

“really?” he feigns interest, lips finding their way back to yours. “doesn’t feel like it.”

[lovelyamneris]

Thank u in advance girl!! 4 david wallace!!❤️❤️‍🔥

you’re welcome in advance <3 I’m already thinking up ideas for one-shots right now haha. btw lmk if you want to be tagged in it when I post! but I’ll throw it in the david wallace and office tag either way so you can find it if you’d rather stay anon

[charmandabear]

Office Hours - Chapter One

Summary:

Your colleague Dr. Ancunin is a smug condescending bastard and you can't stand him. But you also can't get him out of your head.

Pairing: Astarion/F!Reader Rating: E Word Count: 5.2k Tags/Warnings: unprotected p in v sex, creampie, no breeding kink, masturbation, vaginal fingering, vampire bites, modern au, college/university au, urban fantasy, enemies to lovers, like the briefest mention of suicide while talking about Hamlet

This would not exist without @zipzoomzaria's gorgeous glasses screenshots because PROFESSOR, PLS. Go follow her bc her edits are out of this world. The masturbation scene is also heavily inspired by @astarionfreak's "Are You Satisfied, Darling?" If you haven't read it what are you doing???

Read on AO3 ~ Masterlist

There’s something about him that rubs you the wrong way. It could be his arrogance, or the condescending way he peers over his glasses at you and your other colleagues. It might be the overpriced cashmere turtlenecks that hug his figure perfectly or the stupid silver earrings adorning his stupid elf ears. But every time he opens his pretty little mouth you feel a snarl growing deep in your throat.

This is the first university you’ve worked at where the theatre and English departments shared an office. Theatre and music, sure, even theatre and dance. But theatre and English? It feels insulting, honestly. English PhDs are some of the snobbiest people you’ve ever met, and they always speak to you like a child. Is it because they’re unimpressed by your MFA, like it made you less deserving of your position? Who knows. But Astarion Ancunin is no different.

“Grace, would you mind making twelve copies of pages 219-254 when you get a chance?” You hand the administrative assistant the heavy book. “You can leave them in my mailbox, I’ll pick them up later.” Grace opens the book to the instructed page.

“Oh, Much Ado About Nothing! I love that one!” she squeals with delight. “That Beatrice and Benedick,” she sighs, stroking the Complete Works lovingly. You smile at her cordially.

“They’re great, they’re basically the non-problematic version of Kate and Petruchio,” you respond in agreement.

“How tragic that Taming’s writing is better.”

You whirl around to see Ancunin walking in looking at something on his phone. He doesn’t even look up as he inserts himself into your conversation. You glare at his interruption. He looks up at Grace, bypassing you completely.

“Good morning, Grace darling, how are you today?” He sweeps over to her and takes her hand in his, planting a kiss on her knuckles. Gods he’s fucking insufferable. Not to mention unprofessional. Grace, however, blushes and giggles like a schoolgirl.

“I’m doing well, Dr. Ancunin, and yourself?” The tiefling’s voice jumps up about three pitches and her tail starts swishing excitedly.

“Leagues better now that I’ve been blessed with your presence,” he coos at her, voice positively saccharine. It takes every ounce of your patience to keep from rolling your eyes. He casts his gaze to you, and even you need to turn away from those piercing red eyes.

“Good morning, professor. Starting Much Ado with your students, I take it?” he asks with a light smile that makes you bristle.

“Yes, it’s a great way for them to practice switching between verse and prose,” you respond coolly, more than a little defensive.

“Of course, one of his best.” He glances down at the volume still in Grace’s hands and his eyebrows raise, peering over the top of his round glasses. “Going with the Bevington, hmm? Interesting. I’m more of a Norton man, myself.” He runs a slender finger along the binding as you grit your teeth. Is he really patronizing you over your choice of edition of Shakespeare’s Complete Works? Of course, he’s an English scholar.

“The Norton is a great tool dramaturgically, but the Bevington is a much better resource for actors, so, yes.” Your voice is steady but there’s an undeniable venom in it. Can he tell how much he’s bothering you? Probably, he’s almost certainly getting enjoyment out of riling you up. His little smirk would seem to suggest it, at least.

“Well certainly, and who knows acting resources better than our resident classical acting expert?” he intones, voice still dripping with honey. You narrow your eyes at him, unsure if he’s taking another jab at your degree.

“Well, as much as I enjoy standing around and debating the merit of various editions of the Complete Works, I’m about to be late for a meeting. Grace, thank you so much, I’ll be back later to pick up those copies. Dr. Ancunin,” you turn to his smug face and he looks back at you innocently. “A pleasure, as always.” You grab your papers and leave the office, feeling the heat of his gaze boring into the back of your head as you leave.

***

“Yes, Thaniel, come on in, have a seat,” you call out to the freshman loitering in the hallway outside your office. He comes in and drops his overfull backpack next to the teal club chair across from your desk. You close your laptop and smile at him warmly.

“So, Hamlet, that’s ambitious! I think it’s a good choice for you, but it’ll be a lot of work,” you say, glancing at your own copy of the monologue.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here,” Thaniel says nervously. “I’m fine with the scansion and stuff, that I get, but I still don’t get the actual words. And I know you said how important that is.”

“For sure, I can guarantee all of the bad Shakespeare you’ve seen has been because the actors had no idea what they were saying. Have you used the Lexicon?” Thaniel looks off to the side, embarrassed.

“No, I don’t really get how that works either,” he says, an air of chagrin creeping into his voice.

“No worries, it takes practice. Here, we’ll do a few lines together. So first off, to be or not to be, that’s fairly obvious, right?”

“Yeah, he’s talking about suicide, right?”

“Sure, but what is he actually saying about it? To take arms against a sea of troubles/And by opposing, end them. What’s ‘them’ referring to?”

“The sea of troubles?”

“Right, the aforementioned slings and arrows. So even though you might know what those words mean individually, look them up in the Lexicon to see if they have a different context here. But you’re right, he’s trying to figure out if it’s better to suffer through the shittiness of existence or to take your fate into your own hands and, well, end them.” You highlight the line and lean over your desk to show Thaniel. A voice pipes up from the doorway.

“That’s not exactly what he’s saying, you know.”

The paper crumples in your hand slightly as your fist instinctively tightens. You plaster a strained smile on your face and look up at him.

“Dr. Ancunin, thank you for gracing us with your presence. Care to elaborate?”

He’s leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, face in shadows. Your office is unusually dark because of the storm outside, and so the bright fluorescents in the hallway give him an almost ethereal halo effect

“It’s a common misconception that Hamlet is contemplating suicide here. Life and death, sure, but ‘to take arms’ isn’t metaphorical, it’s literal. He’s contemplating dying as a result of killing Claudius, not taking his own life,” he says, almost sounding bored. You stand abruptly, your office chair skidding backwards.

“How can that possibly be true? He says ‘to take arms against a sea of troubles.’ He’s using the active voice, deciding whether or not to continue his life or end it. To be or not to be. It’s the first line in the monologue. He’s not talking about the consequences of killing Claudius.” You try to keep your voice from shaking. You know that you don't sound nearly as eloquent as him, and it’s pissing you off. He shrugs nonchalantly.

“You’re oversimplifying it, it’s exceedingly more complicated than that. The whole soliloquy is filled with war imagery. He’s at war with himself, the part of him that wants to kill Claudius and the part of him that is afraid to die.” He pushes himself off the door frame and steps back into the hallway. “But apologies, please don’t let me interrupt your instruction.” And like that he was off, leaving you to stew in silence. Thaniel looks up at you and looks back at the doorway where he stood.

“Should I…” he starts, but you cut him off with a wave of your hand.

“Dr. Ancunin comes at this from a very different angle as an English academic. He’s more interested in the words on the page, rather than how they translate to the stage. But,” you sigh, loathe to give him any credit, “it’s a valid interpretation. We can go down that route, if you want, or we can look at it through this lens.” Thaniel chews his lip while he considers his options.

“I think what you said makes more sense, the suicide bit,” he finally decides. You nod and pull out your copies of the Shakespeare Lexicon.

“Great, let’s go over how to use the Lexicon again,” you say as you flip through the book, looking for the entry for ‘slings.’

***

You drop off your bag and toss your keys into a bowl on the counter. Fucking exhausting day. You unzip your boots and kick them vaguely in the direction of the shoe rack, stretching and curling your toes for relief. You hang up your wet coat and shake rain from your hair. Your eyes dart between the refrigerator, wherein resides a bottle of white wine, and the bathroom door, contemplating how good a hot bath would feel. Both? Both is good.

You pour yourself a generous glass of Riesling and strip your clothes on your way to the bathroom. One of the perks of living alone. Sitting naked on the edge of the tub, you sip your wine as the bath fills.

Fucking Ancunin.

You’re a little shocked at how much he got under your skin today. Normally you don’t think twice about him, excepting the few times you have the misfortune of passing him in the hallway. But today the fates decided to throw you together and your schedules aligned. Well, in your defense, you didn’t seek him out that second time, he was the one who decided to crash your office hours.

You don’t even like Hamlet that much. You certainly don’t care about alternative interpretations of “To be or not to be.” But you’re mostly annoyed because he had a fair point. His read makes Hamlet a more interesting character rather than a cowardly incel romanticizing suicide.

You slide into the bath, hissing slightly as the hot water flows over your chilled skin. Without prompting, Ancunin worms his way back into your thoughts. Hmmph. You take a gulp of wine to try to wash away the taste of the unpleasant image.

Well… not entirely unpleasant. He’s a good looking man, you’d be a fool to deny it. But gods he’s so smug. And interrupting your meeting with Thaniel was wildly inappropriate. Leaning your head against the edge of the tub, you try to focus your thoughts elsewhere. You’re not about to let him interrupt you again, and when he’s not even present, no less.

But there he is, in your mind, crimson eyes looking over the top of those metal frame glasses that you’re, like, 99% sure he doesn’t actually need to see. You take another swig of wine to drown his stupid face. With his stupid cheekbones. And his dumb fucking earrings that you want to bite.

Nine hells, what is happening? You’ve been drinking your wine quickly and aren’t thinking straight. You grab your phone and open Spotify, letting your daily mix play through the bluetooth speaker on the counter.

Now Playing: Hatefuck by The Bravery.

If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them?

If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them?

By Mystra’s fucking grace, seriously? You growl at the growing heat between your legs. Between putting off dinner and chugging your wine, your head is swimming. You might be better off getting it out of your system.

The wine glass hits the tub edge with a clank as you angrily put it down and sink into the water up to your chin. You are satiating a purely physical need, nothing else.

You still shiver as you slip your hand between your legs, lightly running your finger up your slit. You can see his face, looking down on you through those glasses - those infuriating glasses - and your lips flutter. What does he look like under those sweaters? He’s so thin, but his clothes fit incredibly well. It’s not hard to imagine a sculpted body beneath. You spread your legs further and let the warm water tickle your folds.

His silvery curls would look so good between your legs, slender fingers wrapped around your thighs while he laps you up. At least then he’d shut up. A gentle moan escapes your lips as you run your finger along your inner lips, pretending it’s him. You could grab hold of those perfect locks, yanking on them to control where he can go, fucking his face.

You move your other hand up to your breast and start teasing your nipple, feeling his lips around it. You give it a little tug and groan, just like if he nipped at it.

You imagine sitting on his pretty face, pointed ears flushed and hair a mess. Your hips buck into your hand as they might on top of him and your toes curl. You make gentle circles around your clit, thinking of all the other uses for his silver tongue. You whine and squirm at the sensations of heat radiating through your body. You slip a finger inside and hiss as you can see his pale digits entering you in your mind’s eye. You curl it upwards and gasp, his imaginary eyes looking up at you through those long lashes and a smirk playing across his imaginary lips.

“Are you ready for more of me, darling?” You can hear him murmur into your ear.

“Yes, gods yes,” you reply breathlessly into the cold bathroom air. You slide another finger in and feel that delicious stretch. The ghost of him moans, coming undone at the sight of you. You could leave him speechless, for once.

You reach over the edge of the tub and grab the box of waterproof toys. You frantically sift through your collection of dildos, trying to find the right one. Here. It’s long and svelte like the rest of him, but bright shimmery purple. You suction it to the bottom of the tub and hover above it on your knees. It sways lightly in the water, tip of it teasing your pussy just like you’d love to do to him.

Gods, to see him beg for your cunt. To see him reduced to a babbling mess, pleading to let him inside you. Your breath quickens at the mental image of him pulling on his own hair waiting for you to satisfy him. You sink down onto the dildo and your groan of pleasure mirrors what you’d like to hear from him.

You start sliding yourself on the purple dick, feeling its ridges glide against the walls of your cunt as you continue to finger your clit. You imagine your hand splayed across his chest, your black nails standing in contrast against his pale skin. You claw at the bottom of the tub as you increase your pace, desperate to see the pink raised skin that your nails leave behind. The fingers on your clit speed up as well, and you can feel yourself getting close.

“Oh gods, Astarion, don’t stop,” the words tumble from your mouth unbidden. You will absolutely hate yourself for that later, but right now all that matters is your ecstasy. You bounce atop the dildo, disregarding the water that splashes over the side of the tub as you chase your finish. Your moans increase in pitch and fervor as the various images of him in all sorts of positions flash through your mind. Between your thighs, sitting on his face, riding his dick, even fucking pegging him from behind because why the hell not?

“Astarion!” You cry out his name as you crash over the edge, legs shaking and pussy pulsing. Your orgasm reverberates throughout your whole body as you ride it out. Eventually, your movement slows and the water gently sways around you. You look down at your hand, milky juices swirling in the now tepid tub water.

Shit.

***

The next day at work, you avoid him like the plague. You keep your office door closed, usually an unthinkable act but entirely necessary right now. You double check the hallway before leaving to go teach, and then after class you immediately duck back into your office and close the door again. You even avoid the main office for fear of running into him there.

You can’t look at his face right now. You can’t possibly look him in the eye.

When 5:00 rolls around, you glance out into the hallway. Most of the other professors are leaving. To play it safe, you decide to work until 6 so that you can be sure that he’s gone when you leave. You absentmindedly grade performance responses. After you’ve read one paragraph about Miss Julie maybe a half dozen times, you realize that it’s probably time to go.

You slowly open the door and glance out into the hallway. You can’t tell from this angle if his door is open or not. You grab your bag and coat, take a deep breath, and make a beeline for the stairs. As you approach his office you realize it’s open.

Fuck.

It’s fine. You’ll just walk past it and get to the parking lot and then you won’t need to worry about it. He might not even be in there. Or if he is, he probably has his head down and won’t notice you walk by. It’s fine. You’ve got this.

“Oh, professor, a word?” His voice floats into the hallway right as you’re passing his door. Are you fucking kidding? You turn to see him sitting at his desk, head down, writing something. He doesn’t even look up at you. Prick.

“Yes?” you ask, not budging from your spot in the hall. He glances up at you over his glasses. Those fucking glasses. You want to rip them off his face and throw them out the window.

“Do you have a moment? I think we need to talk.” His voice is low and cool. Does he fucking know? There’s no way he can know.

Right?

You tentatively take a step into his office. It’s surprisingly cluttered for a man who always looks so put together, but it’s still warm and inviting. You can barely see the walls for being covered corner to corner in bookshelves full to bursting. He’s got a big mahogany desk in the middle of the room - significantly nicer than the university-issued one. It’s covered in stacks of papers, books, weird little knick knacks; it’s amazing how he’s able to get anything done on it. There are two chairs facing his desk, much like yours, but a rich plush velvet instead of a scratchy cotton weave. He’s got a scent diffuser somewhere, giving the room an aroma like an earthy spiced tea.

“Have a seat,” he says, gesturing to the cushy red chairs across from him. You stand there, clutching your bag, staring at him like a deer in the headlights. When he realizes you’re not going to sit, he gets up and crosses over to the door.

“Do you mind if I close this? It’s… a bit embarrassing,” he asks with a crooked smile. You can feel the heat in your cheeks rising. Your mouth goes dry and you try to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

There’s no way he knows.

Right?

But something compels you to nod, so he closes the door and walks back to his desk, but rather than sitting behind it, he leans back casually on the front of it. He’s taken off the blazer he usually wears and is down to just the turtleneck, sleeves pushed up just below his elbows. He crosses his arms in front of his chest as you stare, waiting.

“I wanted to… apologize. For yesterday.”

You blink at him, the conversation not going in the direction you expected. You had been so focused on yourself, that it took you a moment to realize what he was referring to.

“It was inappropriate to barge in on your meeting with your student. You were mid-instruction, and I needn’t have inserted myself into your conversation.” He leaned back on his hands, stretching out his lean figure to impossible proportions. The grip on your bag slackened and you couldn’t help but drag your gaze over the length of his body. He looks at you quizzically.

“I get the sense that you don’t very much like me,” he muses.

Now it’s his turn to give you the once-over, and you feel practically naked before him the way he looks at you. “Then again,” he adds, and pushes himself off his desk. He slowly advances toward you, though whether like someone approaching a vicious beast or a predator stalking its prey, it’s unclear. You retreat while holding his gaze until your back is flush against the door.

No escape now.

He gets precariously close to you and takes an unsettling whiff. When he speaks again, his voice is a husky growl.

“I think it’s entirely possible you like me… quite a bit.” He’s got at least a half foot on you, and he looks down on you with heavy-lidded eyes. The heat in your face has fully reached the tips of your ears now, and your breath comes out ragged.

“I’m sure I-” you start, but it comes out thick and raspy. You clear your throat and try again. “I’m sure I don't know what you mean,” you finally manage with all of the composure you can muster. He cocks an eyebrow at you, then slowly takes off those infuriating glasses.

“No? Then perhaps I’m mistaken, and your heart rate hasn’t increased by approximately 20 beats per second in the past few minutes.” His eyes continue boring into you. “And maybe that smell between your legs is completely unrelated.”

An undignified splutter comes out of you as you press your thighs closer together. He takes a half step back to let you respond.

“If I am indeed mistaken, then I’ve said my peace and you’re free to go.” The seductive honey is gone from his voice, and in its place is a politely professional tone. You fully feel that he’s giving you an out, that you can both laugh on this as an embarrassing moment and neither will bring it up ever again.

But on the other hand…

“You’re not mistaken,” you choke out in a whisper. The lazy smile is back and he lifts your chin with his index finger.

“What was that? Speak up.” His command weakens your knees and you wither under his gaze.

“You’re not wrong,” you say more boldly, trying to meet his energy. His smile broadens, and for the first time you notice two pointy fangs slip out beneath his upper lip.

Fucking

vampire??

That explains how he could track your heartbeat, and even more his ridiculously keen sense of smell. Doesn’t make it any less humiliating.

“No, I don’t suppose I am,” he snarls and suddenly he’s kissing you roughly, hands twisting in your hair and one knee sliding up between your legs. He pushes you against the door and lifts you off your feet slightly. You’re desperate just to keep up as he devours you, hands weakly grasping at his hips, shoulders, neck. But he’s fully in control of the kiss, and after a moment you let him take you.

He breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull away, and you’re both breathing heavily, air cycling between your lungs. Your head feels full of a thick fog and you can’t fully see straight. His hands are still in your hair, tight but not pulling - yet. You get the sense that might not last long.

He drops to his knees and you nearly double over from the sudden lack of support. He runs his nose and lips across the hem of your black denim skirt, inhaling again. Your fingers lace into his hair, but not even remotely in the dominant way from your fantasy. At this point you’re just trying not to collapse.

He looks up at you, flashing another fang-bearing grin. His hand slips up your skirt and his thumb runs across your pussy, barricaded by your sheer tights and panties.

“Darling, you’re positively soaked,” he hums contentedly. “You’d have a hard time hiding this from anyone.” You bite your lower lip, trying to keep the needy whines at bay. But when he fiercely rips the crotch of your tights and presses the flat of his tongue against the drenched gusset, you can’t stop the cry from escaping your throat. He sucks lasciviously, the debauched slurping noise ringing in your ears. Your knees buckle and he grabs hold of your hips, hiking your skirt up to your waist to get better access to your dripping cunt.

He stands and kisses you again, the taste of you lingering on

his lips. He grabs your ass and digs his fingers into your flesh, spreading them until you gasp into his kiss. In one fluid motion he sweeps up your legs and wraps them around his waist, carrying you over to that incredible mahogany desk.

He plops you down on the hardwood and you hear books and papers tumbling onto the floor behind you. He presses his bulge into your mound, this time the sound of both of your moans mingling pleasingly. He tears at your chiffon button down, trailing hungry kisses down your chest as you throw your head back in pleasure. He makes quick work of fully removing your top, though you’re certain he sacrificed some buttons in the process. You hardly care as you paw wantonly at the back of his neck, desperate for him to get his lips onto every single inch of you. He pulls the lace cup of your bra down with his teeth and starts sucking on your nipple, pressing his hand into the small of your back. You arch into him, his hands working you like a soft clay.

So much for the pleading mess that you pictured last night. Instead, you’re the one who's been reduced to shambles, begging for satisfaction.

“Puh-please,” you stutter, and those devilish eyes lock onto yours again. He snakes his way back up your chest and bites your lower lip.

“Puh-please what?” he mocks your stammering, but makes up for it when he rolls his hips forward, dragging that delicious hardness against you. You squirm, trying to pull him closer but he’s got your arms locked in his grip. His lips leave yours and ghost over the flesh of your neck. He very gently scrapes his fangs across your jugular, eliciting a ghoulish moan from you in return. By all the gods, you hadn’t even considered that as a part of it. His movement made it clear that he won’t bite unless you want him to.

But holy hells do you want him to.

“Gods Astarion,” you gasp, and you swear you can feel his cock twitch at the sound of his own name. “Fuck me then bite me, or the other way around I don’t care, but please get in me!” The string of words almost sounds foreign to your own ears, but you’re well beyond the point of trying to sound clever. In an instant, he’s undone his belt buckle and his erection springs forth, bouncing and already dripping precum. He roughly shoves your panties to the side and sinks his cock and teeth into you simultaneously, drawing out your cry of both pain and pleasure. You wrap your legs and arms around him, trying to pull him in deeper. You can feel his mouth filling up with your hot blood just as your cunt fills up with his dick.

You’re panting as you grow more lightheaded, clinging to his neck. Unthinkingly, your fingers stroke his ears, playing with those tiny silver hoops. He lurches and pulls away from your neck, looking absolutely feral with your blood dripping down his chin, which only sets you off more. You angle your hips toward him, trying to get him to start thrusting into you. He pushes your back down onto the desk and hooks his elbows beneath your knee high boots. Then he starts pounding into you properly, and you feel like you’re close to losing it. You grab onto the edge of the desk as he revs up his pace, his cock stretching you out as he keeps your legs close to your ears. You can feel the heat mounting in your core and you know it won’t be long before you come. But at this point you’re just trying to hold on for dear life.

“Fuck, gods, Astarion, I’m-” You finish before your sentence does. He doesn’t relent as the orgasm wracks your body, if anything, he fucks you harder. Just as you’ve barely come down off your climax, he pulls out and yanks you off the desk, spins you around and pushes your face down into the smooth mahogany, warmed from where you had just been. He enters you again, this time from behind, and already you’re working your way up to a second one. Your bare tits squish against the polished surface and he grabs your hair, pulling your head up and arching your back into him.

For the first time you notice the mirror on the opposite wall across from his desk. But rather than both of you, you only see yourself, disheveled and well-fucked, lips swollen from his abuse. Your hair is pulled up by an invisible force behind you. Another unexpected aspect of vampire fucking.

You desperately wish you could see his face because you can feel his thrusts getting more uneven and erratic. You try to turn to get a glimpse of him, but his grip on your hair remains tight. But even if you can’t see him, you can hear him, his grunts and the low string of incoherent swears pouring out of his mouth. The sound of him getting lost in you is enough, and your own moans start building and mixing with his, an utter symphony of epicurism.

His hips give a few more broken thrusts and you can feel his climax, setting off yours. The throbs of his cock match those wracking your cunt, and you hold onto the edge of the desk as the waves wash over you. Once they’ve come to an end he pulls out, and you can feel his semen dripping out of the sudden emptiness and running down your leg. You quietly say a thankful prayer for your IUD.

You’re both panting as he collapses onto your back, planting a half-hearted kiss on your spine. You weakly push yourself up off the desk and see the devastation of papers, smears and fluids. You turn yourself around and relish in his appearance. Your blood is splattered on his fine cream sweater, his usually perfectly coiffed curls damp and sticking to his forehead. You reach up and wipe the remainder of your blood off his chin. He smirks and kisses you, significantly more gently this time.

“That was good,” you murmur through steadying breaths, “but next time, keep the fucking glasses on.”

[justmeinadaze]

Little Girl Gone (Steddie X You)

A/N: This is the story I mentioned yesterday! Trying something new for me but I hope y'all enjoy it. I've always found Mafia Eddie incredible sexy <3. This is an AU with a mixture of Stranger Things you will definitely recognize :). I wrote with the idea that Hawkins is a big city so keep that in mind lol

Warnings: Mafia Gangster Eddie/ Officer (slightly mean) Steve Harrington/ Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, use of the color system, degrading if you squint, spanking, dirty talk, etc.

ANGST, Obviously (and not just because I am me lol), Eddie runs a rival gang in Hawkins and is in love with Steve (Romeo and Juliet style), Steve mentions being jumped and Eddie retaliates getting hurt in the process, mentions of murders by Eddie, Reader takes care of them both performing surgery on the gangster, guns are pulled and our boys are threatened, cliff hanger ending because I can.

Word Count: 8284

"Little girl gone, got a gun from a gangster Run little girl, run little girl, bang, ha."

“Officer Steve Harrington.”, you read from his chart as you enter the exam room before flashing him a big smile. “I’m Dr. Y/L/N. How can I help you today?”

“My, uh, Captain said I needed to come get a checkup. I was wounded in the line of duty a few days ago.”

“Oh no. I’m really sorry to hear that. May I ask what happened?”

“Does that matter?”, he snapped.

You dealt with sassy patients on the regular. It came with the territory especially in the area your office was located in. In this part of the city, your clinic usually catered to people who didn’t want to check in at a regular hospital because their name could get dinged for other offenses. You always felt like everyone deserved care so when you opened your clinic, you made sure to do what you could within the means and resources you had available. 

Officers normally never entered your building but within these past few months you had seen them more and more frequently. You had heard rumors of a new gang in the area trying to make things more…democratic…so there was less chaos in the streets but in turn that brought more of a police presence because most of the people around here hated being threatened into submission reacting violently if need be. 

Thankfully, you weren’t easily shaken so this admittedly good-looking man of the law raising his voice didn’t frighten you one bit. 

“It does if you want me to assess you properly.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“I like to be polite at first. Now, are you going to tell me what happened or should I mark in your file here that you refused to answer so your Captain can deal with you?”

Steve’s amber eyes scanned you over briefly before a small smirk painted his beautiful lips. 

“I got jumped by one of the rival gangs in the area. Beat me up pretty good.” 

Sitting in your wheely chair, you slid toward him and carefully lifted off his shirt, his face wincing as he lifted his arms. Large purple bruises were splattered along his ribs and around to his back. Just from the wounds alone, you could tell he was kicked and punched repeatedly. His face had some scratches and swelling but it looked like nothing compared to his upper torso. 

“Oh wow. I’m so sorry. Did you go to the hospital?”

“I did. They did some X-rays and shit. Thankfully nothing was broken but, obviously, moving around has been hard.”

“Beside the bruising, have you experienced any other pain? Like a sharp stabbing pain in your side or anything like that?”

“Uh, no. Just emotional pain.”, he chuckles as his eyes look past you into a memory. 

“Ok, I’ll get you some medicine I think will help as well as some cream to sooth the pain of those bruises and swelling. I’ll be right back.”

You weren’t gone long but as you were returning you could vaguely hear his voice through the door between you both. 

“Naw, she said she’s going to get me some meds and shit…Baby! Seriously, you worry too much. I’m fine… No, NO. Don’t you dare go over there or I swear God—” Hastily, he hung up his phone when he heard you knock and reenter the room he was in. “Sorry. That was my, um, my boss checking in. Just reiterated what you told me.”

“Good. Now this will help with the pain…”, you instruct as you hand him some medication before flashing him the cream. “…and this will help with the swelling. Just put this on your bruises every six hours and you’ll be good to go in no time.”

Opening the bottle, you squeeze some of the medicine in your hand, and gently rub it along his admittedly muscular abs. 

“You’re, um, going to feel it tingle a bit and feel warm but after a few moments it will cool down.”

That smirk you saw previously appeared on his lips again when he caught you staring as your hands slowly rubbed along his skin. 

“That feels really good actually. Your hands not the cream.”

“Hm. I’m sure your girlfriend touches you enough.” Steve raises an eyebrow at your insinuation. “I mean unless you call your captain ‘baby’.”

A slightly nervous sigh leaves you as the officer’s grin grows and his eyes meet yours. 

“Hm. Bad girl listening in on my phone calls. Do you always misbehave like that?”

“This is my clinic, Officer Harrington. I can do whatever I want especially when I have signs everywhere that say, ‘No Cell Phones in the Exam Room.’”

His palm abruptly takes hold of your wrist, pulling you closer to him till your nose was just above his own.

“This may be your clinic, honey, but these are my streets. I keep order here.”

“I think the gangs here would disagree.”

“Pfft, like you know anything about what goes on out there.”, he spits as he lets you go.

After throwing a scowl his way, you pretend to be preoccupied with washing your hands.

“I know that when I first moved here, the fatality rate in this area was extremely high until that new gang leader took over the Munson crew. I believe, if the rumors are correct, the new boss is actually the son of the old leader Al Munson. Since the son has taken over, oddly enough, the streets have become safer. More kids come out to play and I’ve seen less addicts in the last couple of months.”

As you dry your hands and turn to face him, you notice the hardened look on the officer’s face as he listens to you speak.

“I also know there have been more of a police presence on this side of town as well. I’ve seen a lot of innocent civilians put in ambulances or worse due to the push back of change. Tell me, Officer Harrington, which side are you on? Which gang did that to you? The Munson’s or The Carver’s?”

“I’m on the side of peace. That’s my job.”, he seethes through gritted teeth.  

“Yeah… you’re good to go, officer. Have a nice day.”, you growl in annoyance as you leave the room without waiting for him to retort.

##############

Today had been an incredibly long day. After your appointment with Officer Harrington, you had back-to-back visits from so many clients just needing a little bit of help. Your mind was racing as you and your staff did what you could but the truth was you desperately needed more funding. You were running low on supplies and the equipment you had wasn’t the best. It killed you to see your patient’s sad faces when you strongly recommended they head to the nearest hospital for certain tests that you just couldn’t provide at that time. 

Your mind was still racing as you began to gather your things to head out for the evening which is most likely why you didn’t even hear him till you exited your office and were met with a gun pointed at your face. 

“Don’t be scared. I’m not…I’m not here to hurt you. We need help.”, Steve panted with a heavy breath as the weapon shook in his hand. He was still dressed in the uniform he was wearing when you last saw him but now it was stained in blood and sweat.

“I-I-I…”

Roughly, he took hold of your bicep and dragged you to your waiting room where another man was sitting with his head leaning against the wall. You knew he wasn’t a cop because he wasn’t dressed like the man beside you but instead in an expensive looking black suit with the white button up shirt underneath his jacket now stained with red. You noticed immediately his palm was holding his side and that area of his clothing was a darker shade than all the rest. 

“I can’t help with a wound like that. He needs a hospital.”

“Oh you don’t say?”, he snarled as he tugged you to his chest. “If I could have taken him to a fucking hospital I would have! But I brought him to you, now HELP HIM!”

“Steven!”, the long-haired man grumbled as he looked your way. “Be nice. She’s just being…honest. Right, sweetheart?” He sighs when you nod and tries to get to his feet but the officer is quicker, running to his side to help him stand. “See, the thing is, princess, if I go to a hospital I’ll die anyway…because they will put me…in jail especially after they find out…what-what I did tonight.”

“What did you do?”

“That doesn’t fucking matter right now. He’s losing blood and fast!”

Swallowing nervously, you step forward to unbutton his shirt and examine the cut you found. He needed stitches as soon as possible and most likely a blood transfusion unless someone got to his wound fast enough. Gesturing them both to follow you, you power walk to an exam room and begin searching for supplies as Steve carefully places the man on the table. While he removes the bloody clothes from his top half, you prep a syringe.

“Is he allergic to anything?”

“No. What is that, that you’re giving him?”

“It’s a pain killer. It won’t be as strong as ones at a hospital but…”

As you stick the needle into his stomach just above his cut, he flinches causing Steve’s expression to flood with worry as he moves the man’s hair out of his face. After quickly cleaning the area, you let out a long sigh as you glance their way. 

“Even with the shot, this is going to hurt a lot I’m afraid. I’ll try to go as fast as I can but, officer, if you can distract him that may help.”

The man on the table chuckles as he turns his head towards his friend. 

“She keeps calling you ‘officer’. Did… you not tell her your name? Or did you… scare her too much to use it?” He cringes as he hisses once you begin sewing in his stitches. “You like to…pretend to be so badass…but we both know you’re a…sweetheart.”

“Pretend to be a badass, huh? You’re one to talk.”, Steve scolds in a light sounding tone as he softly places his forehead against his own. “Eddie, I told you not to go over there.”

“They tried to hurt what was mine…”, he growled low in his throat even making you pause for a moment before focusing again on your task. “They wanted to send a message, well, message received.”

“I could have handled it.”

Grabbing Steve’s cheeks roughly, he brings his lips to his own. 

“No one takes my things and NO ONE hurts what’s mine. You belong to me, baby, and I promised I’d keep you safe.”

Finishing his sutures, you bandage him up and wrap some gauze around his lower waist. 

“Thank you.”, he whispers exhaustedly as he extends his shaky hand towards you. “What’s your name, pretty girl?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re safe and I promise neither of us are going to hurt you. I’m Edward Munson but you can call me Eddie.” Your eyes widen as you slowly back away from them causing Steve to rise to his feet. “Ah. I see you’ve heard of me. Then you know you can trust me.”

Eddie tries to stand as well but sways before Steve steadies him. 

“You…you should be in a hospital. That wound needs to be looked after and you need to rest.”

“I can take care of him.”

“Steve…”

“No. No you can’t. That’s why you brought him to me.”, you sass in frustration as you try to display an air of confidence. Both men scan you over as they try to get a read on you as you continue. “If you refuse to go to a hospital, then give me your address and I can come—”

“No. No addresses. We can’t have you giving it to the police.”

“Oh you mean you?!”

You and Steve square off, tightening your stances as you glare at each other until Eddie laughed beside you both. 

“Brave girl with attitude. I like it.”

“I don’t. Little girl needs to be put in her place.”

“I highly doubt you’re the man to do that.”, you sass.

“Yeah well good thing there’s two of us, honey, and trust me, whatever I start Eddie can definitely finish.”

Sighing, you fold your arms as you argue with the internal dialogue inside your head. 

“You can come to my apartment but I have one condition. After he heals, I never want to see either of you again.”

Their eyes meet for a moment before Eddie finally nods. 

“You have a deal, princess.”

############

“Um, I don’t have a spare room or anything but the couch is comfortable. Just make sure to stay on your back if you can.” Eddie nods as Steve places him down and hastily begins removing the gear attached to him. “Let me grab some blankets and pillows.”

Disappearing into your bedroom, you grab any extra bedding you had and began to head their way but paused when you heard them talking. 

“Why are you being mean to her? I thought you said she took care of you.”

“She did. I just… I was worried about you. It’s my job to take care of you to, honey.”

“And snapping at the woman who’s trying to help will do what exactly?” Steve laughs through his teeth at Eddie question. “I think it’s because you like her.”

“Pfft what?”

“Oh, look at Officer Harrington blushing.”, the long-haired man teases as he reaches out to touch the boy’s face. “I know I just met her and she was busy saving my life but I can see why…”, he chuckles before wincing as he grabs his side. 

“Are you alright?”, you ask as you come back to the living room and kneel down on your knees in front of him. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’ve been through way worse than this.”

You take quick note of his wound before handing Steve the things you found, watching with fascination as he tosses the things for him to the side before placing the pillow on his lap and guiding the man back to lay down. 

“If, um, if you notice it bleeding through or he starts getting a fever, come and get me immediately.” 

The officer nods as he throws the blanket over Eddie and comfortingly rests his hand on his chest, his thumb gently running along the man’s tattooed skin. 

***

Your alarm goes at 4am that morning, startling you as you shoot up right. Groggily, you shuffled to your bathroom and grabbed the items Eddie would need so you could change his bandages. Both men were fast asleep when you entered the living room, Steve still clinging to him with his other hand very close to where his gun was resting on the little table you had beside your couch. 

“Mr. Munson?”, you whisper as you sit on the coffee table across from them. When he didn’t stir you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to visually take in one of the most notorious gangsters in the city. You had never seen a picture of him and he definitely wasn’t what you pictured when you heard the rumors from people in the clinic. 

He did have an air of control surrounding him but his voice and face were incredibly soft especially when it came to Steve. You heard him get upset though so you imagined that amplified out in the streets and you hoped you never met that version of him. He had a lot of tattoos painting his upper torso that seemed completely random except for the symbol of his gang that was tattooed on many other men and women you had seen previously minus the tiny initials “S.H.” inscribed within the design. 

Eddie was fairly muscular appearing more toned in his abs and upper arms. Slightly blocking your view was Steve’s massive palm over his chest, almost as if that was his way to make sure the man was still breathing. He had been exceptionally rude with you but with the gangster, he transformed before your eyes, becoming softer and listening to everything the other man said without question. They both obviously seemed to care strongly about each other which you found slightly amusing given their slight Romeo and Juliet story; one being a cop and the other a criminal. 

“Mr. Munson.”

Extending your hand, you tried gently shaking his upper shoulder and in one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist and held you tightly as he raised his fist in the air prepared to defend himself. Swallowing nervously, you froze as his intense eyes scanned your own. 

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t…” Eddie promptly let you go and winced as he sat up in front of you. 

“No, no. It’s ok. After what happened, I completely understand. I just need to check you out and rewrap your wound.”

“Would it be easier for you if we went to the table?”

“Oh, no, this is ok but I do have to turn on the light.”

Eddie follows your eyes as you glance towards Steve. 

“Trust me, it won’t bother him one bit. I don’t think he’s had a consistent night’s sleep since he was hurt.”

“How long have you two been involved?”, you ask as you begin the task in front of you hoping to distract him as well from the pain. 

“In my business or each other?”, he smirks when you breathily laugh. “Both answers are more or less the same. He had the balls to arrest me on a charge we both knew wouldn’t stick. I knew he was different when he tried to get me to flip sides and sell out my friends. Usually, cops knew better than to do that especially with me.”

The gangster paused when you tried to clean his cut, flinching as he gritted his teeth. 

“What happened? Did he take you in?”

“No, I did when I let him fuck me handcuffed in the back of his cruiser.”, he chuckled, slightly surprised when you did as well. “We’ve been watching out for each other ever since. He’s actually not as big of an asshole as he seems. Steve just has a big heart and wants to take care of everything himself. He likes to be the big, strong man, you know? That’s why he’s been so short lately.”

“What happened there? He didn’t tell me; just said he was jumped.”

“I don’t think that’s something you should know. The less we tell you the better.”

“Mr. Munson, you, a well-known Mafia style gang leader, showed up at my clinic after hours with a police officer bleeding out. I think that line has been crossed.”, you grin up at him finding his eyes watching you again. “I assume it was someone from Carver’s side. You told Steve something about them sending a message.”

“Yeah… Jason Carver isn’t exactly a fan of mine even more so since I took over. My dad was always a…shoot first ask questions later which is why he’s in jail right now. He was sloppy and greedy like Jason. I don’t want to hurt people I don’t have to.” Leaning forward, you start wrapping the gauze around him but you can’t help to inhale the strong scent of cigarettes and cologne. You don’t see it but his own head tilts slightly, inhaling your shampoo from the night before when you finally had time for a shower and the regular smells of your office that attached to your skin. 

Eddie’s lips ever so slightly grazed your shoulder that was exposed due to the tank top you were currently wearing causing you to shutter softly as you pulled back to cut the bandage. 

“Are you afraid of me, Y/N?”, he asked in a low tone that had you exhaling as you tried to maintain your composure. 

“Mr. Munson, I work in a city filled with crime and scared citizens. I don’t really have the luxury of being afraid.”

“That’s not what I asked you.” Calloused fingers reached out to grip the bottom of your chin and forced your eyes to meet his. “Even though I take no pleasure in it, I have hurt and killed people. I killed two people just last night. Carver got the idea in his head that roughing up the man I love would have me submitting to him and his whims. I’m not the submissive type and I made sure he knew that by slitting the throats of the two men that put hands on him. I don’t regret it and I’d do it again.”

“How did you get hurt then?”

“Unfortunately, Carver isn’t an idiot. He had more men appear and try to take us out. Steve showed up and someone pulled a knife… Let’s just say that someone got in a good attempt before I snapped his neck.”

The way he spoke about such violent things was so even, almost as if he could be reading from a grocery list. This was his every day and you could tell by his tone he knew it would continue to be. But there was something about him… something that made you feel safe. 

“No, I’m not afraid of you, Mr. Munson.”

“I think under the circumstances, you can call me Eddie.”

A cell phone ringing pulled you both apart but didn’t stir the man it belonged to as he continued to snore with his head leaning over the back of the couch. 

“Steve. Steven.”, the man called as he shook his arm rousing him from his deep sleep. “Your phone is ringing.”

Without opening his eyes, the officer reached into his pocket, producing his device, and placing it to his ear as he answered with gravelly “yeahs” and “mhmms”. 

“I have to go in. Someone called in about the shooting on the eastside and they found Carver’s guys.” Rubbing his eyes and as if he forgot you were there, Steve tenderly kissed Eddie’s lips before rising to his feet and putting on all of his gear once more. “Please keep an eye on him and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I have to go to work.” Pausing, he exhaled heavily as he turned and flashed you an annoyed look. “I have to. It would look weird if I didn’t. I’ve never missed a day but if we leave early enough…I can bring him with me and keep him in my office.”

“Is it ok to move him that much?”

As if to prove a point, Eddie rose to his feet. 

“I’ll be ok. I’m a quick healer. Don’t worry about us.”

###############

Thankfully, you didn’t have too many patients today so you were able to keep yourself locked in your office with the gangster you were attempting to hide. As soon as you brought him in, he fell asleep on your office couch, allowing you to leave him be so you could do what you needed. 

As you were reading a chart however you heard giggling in the exam room beside your office and quickly went to investigate, finding Eddie sitting next to a child on the exam table making her laugh. 

“Look, princess, you can’t trick me like that.”

“It’s thumb war! You have to be stronger.”

“Ok, best two out of three.”

“Kylie, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”, you beam trying not to startle either of them. 

“Hey Dr. Y/L/N! My mom told me to come down to see if you had any more samples of my inhaler.”

“Oh, honey. I don’t. I’m so sorry. I usually try and save one for you but I had another patient who had an emergency so I had to give it to him.”

“Why do you need an inhaler? Is it for the other people whose breath you take away because you’re so adorable?”

Kylie giggles as she turns towards Eddie and blushes. 

“No! I have asthma. My mommy brings me here to get my medicine because we can’t afford the stores.”, she sighs as her head hangs.

The man’s eyes meet your sympathetic ones before softly smiling and giving the little girl his attention again. 

“Hey. Can you keep a secret?” The small child nods in earnest making his smile widen. “Have you heard of a little convenience store called Cunningham’s Corner? It’s about a 5-minute walk from here. Go to that store and ask for Chrissy. Tell her Eddie sent you and you need an inhaler. She’ll give it to you for free.”

Kylie’s eyes widen as if this man just told her a fairytale.

“Free?”

“Mhmm. But you can’t tell anyone! Because then other people will take advantage.”

After giving him a hug, she jumps down from the table and starts to head for the door. 

“Hey! Here. Give Miss Cunningham this paper when you tell her what you need, ok?”, you instruct as you hand her a prescription with the name of what she needs. 

“Ok. Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N!”

“Thank you. That was really nice of you.”

Rising from his seat, he waddles with you back to your office. 

“It’s not a problem. I heard her coughing and crying so I wanted to make sure she was alright. Is she a regular?”

“Yeah and, unfortunately, it’s not uncommon for her to come by herself. Her mom is a single mother who works 60hrs a week trying to make ends meet. They came to me when she started having her symptoms but there’s only so much I can do here with my resources.”

“Are you underfunded?”

“Yeah. I do what I can but because of where I’m located…”

“Why don’t you move to a better location?”

“I can’t do that. I can’t leave these people. They need someone to help them since a regular clinic would immediately turn them away since a lot of them have no money or no insurance.”

“You’re a very kind woman, Y/N.”

Flashing him a smile, a knock makes you jump as you quickly get up to see who it is. 

“It’s Hawkins PD Detective Jim Hopper. I’d like to have word with you for a moment.”

Right as you scan your room, Eddie hides himself in front of you against the wall so he wouldn’t be seen when you finally open the door between you and the gentleman.

“May, uh, my we come in?”

“We?”, you ask as your eyes flick to the wide, stern eyes of Steve behind him. “What’s this about, detective?”

“I don’t know if you heard but we had a gang related fight in the area and we got some intel that Edward Munson may have been severally wounded.”

“Ok? And what does that have to do with me?”

“It wasn’t far from your clinic so we thought, maybe, you heard something or saw something?”

“What time was this?”

“Around 7-8pm.”

“My clinic closes at 6 so—”

“I mean, as a doctor though I’m sure you work late hours—”

“Not last night.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Eddie mime with his hand for you to calm down a bit and you close your eyes as you sigh before responding again. “I’m sorry, Officers. It’s just been a rough week. I left early last night to come in early this morning and do some work. I haven’t heard or seen anything but I can be on the lookout.”

Hopper nods, tilting his hat as he begins to walk away. 

“I’m just going to give her some details and information so she knows what to be on the lookout for exactly.”, Steve informs his colleague who confirms before disappearing to lean against the waiting room desk. 

Pulling out his notepad, he steps closer to you pretending to write things down. 

“Where is he?”, Steve whispers, smirking when your eyes flick to the side. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“You like it.”, Eddie murmurs. “Should we be worried?”

“No, a few of Carver’s guys are in the morgue.” 

You had seen many people come and go during your time as a physician so when the officer shook his head looking away down the hallway, you could tell he was lying. 

“What aren’t you telling him?”

Steve’s angry, amber eyes met yours as an annoyed grunt left his lips. 

“Nothing. Stay in your lane, doctor.”

“Hey.”, Eddie growled low beside you. “Watch your tone. You wouldn’t keep anything from me would you, Steven?”

“I was questioned this morning seeing as how I was jumped and then suddenly men from Carver’s gang show up dead.”, the cop sighs. “I told you not to go over there.”

You could feel the tension rising between them but you were still being watched and couldn’t risk the gangster being seen. Eddie was slipping to far in his own frustration to think that far as he began pushing off the wall to scold his partner but you quickly placed your hand on his chest lightly pushing him back down. 

“Did you get in trouble?”

“No.”, he responds to your question. “But I am being watched a lot closer hence the detective.”

“And your bruises?”

“Huh?”

“You were hurt to. Is the medicine helping at all?”

Steve’s eyes take in your face clocking in your genuine concern. 

“It is actually. Thank you.” When you smile back at his answer a tooth filled grin paints his features. “I, um, I should be done here by about 7 or so. I’ll head to your place, come get him, and then…we’ll be out of your hair.”

#############

“Ok, so, make sure to keep this clean and if you find yourself in any excruciating pain or like I told Steve if you get a fever come back to me so I can take a look.”

“Hm. I thought you never wanted to see us again.”, Eddie teased as he carefully put back on the shirt you gave him. 

“I don’t but that doesn’t mean I want you to get sick or die or whatever.”

The gangster’s smile grew as he watched you blush. 

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend or husband or whatever?”

“What makes you think I don’t?”

“Because if you were our girl, there’s no way I would have gone two days without calling or checking in and I’d definitely have something to say if I found two men sleeping here.”

“Our girl?”

“Oh, sweetheart. Any woman I date is with Steve as well and most can barely handle my attitude and temper let alone both of ours.”

“You seem nice enough to me.”

“I can be mean when I want to be.”

“I’m always busy…to answer your question. A lot of relationships I’ve had can’t handle my schedule.”

“Hm, I understand that. Steve and I have conflicting schedules all the time.” Eddie’s eyes watch you as you gather the trash from cleaning his cut and head towards the trashcan to avoid his gaze. “But we make time for each other. That’s what you do when you care about someone.”

“Yeah, well, I guess no one really cares about me.”, you sassily smirk as you sigh and wash your hands in the sink. 

Feeling the energy shift, you turn coming chest to chest with the man himself.

“I care about you. Steve cares about you.”

“I’m pretty sure Officer Harrington hates me.”, you giggle but it tapers off when his face remains stoic.

“He doesn’t. He wouldn’t have brought me to you if he didn’t trust you.”

“You don’t know me, Eddie.”

“I know enough.” 

Shaking your head, you laugh again trying to lighten the intense atmosphere as you begin to walk back towards the living room but his hand promptly grabs your bicep and moves you till your standing in front of him once more. 

“You saved me and helped him. I just watched you all day take care of people who can’t normally afford care. You have a kind heart and you’re extremely beautiful. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you are?”

A knock on your door startled you but not him as he continued to stare down at you waiting for an answer. Silently, you allowed Steve entry who immediately took in your rattled appearance. 

“Everything ok?”

“Mhmm. I was just asking Y/N if she knew how beautiful she was.”

His gorgeous, honey hues widen slightly as if he was surprised before turning his attention back to you. 

“You know you are, right?”

“I-I think you both should leave.”, you whisper with little to no confidence in what you were saying. 

“Is that what you want?”, he mused as he strolled further into your apartment. “Because we can leave right now and like you asked, disappear from your life forever. Or, maybe, you can let us thank you properly.”

“I thought you didn’t like me…said you wanted to put me in my place.”

They both chuckle making your face turn a deep crimson in embarrassment.

“Baby, that doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It just means that I think I’d have a lot of fun playing with you.”

“Playing with me?”

Steve subtly nods his head as Eddie slowly moves closer to the living room where you two were standing. 

“Teasing you, kissing you, taking care of you…taking control of you and your gorgeous body till you’re begging me to let you cum.” Tilting his head, his eyes meet yours as his fingers caress your face. “When’s the last time you had someone take care of you?”

The other man comes up behind you, sandwiching you between them as he gently places his palm on your stomach under your blouse. 

“I asked you something, honey.”

“It’s been a while.”, you jest making Steve smirk as Eddie stepped closer to you till your back was to his chest. His hand continued to run along your skin with his fingers just barely floating under the waistband of your pants before coming back up to rub your stomach. “I’m scared.”

Everyone freezes in place at your words but as the gangster tries to drop his hand, you quickly catch it and hold it in place back on your tummy. 

“Of us?”, he asks.

“I don’t want to get in trouble.”

Resting his head on your shoulder, his palm wonders again this time going further as you feel him slide into your underwear and cup his hand around your heat. 

“You won’t, sweetheart. I promise, you’re safe with us. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“And neither will I. I can protect you from getting in any kind of trouble with the law or anything like that. You have two men here who control both sides of the coin…” As Steve’s voice dropped into a more and more seductive register, Eddie’s lips gently pecked your shoulder and up to your neck as his finger graze your clit while gliding them through your folds.

“You just need to let go and let us control you.”

“Fuck.”, you groaned as he slid two of his digits into your core.

“Is that a yes?”, Steve chuckles sassily as he watches your eyes close as you lean your head against his boyfriend.

“I think so, Harrington, because pretty girl here is just dripping all over my hand.”

“Yeah? We need to hear her say it though. Do you want us to take care of you tonight, honey?”

“H-He—mmm—Eddie can’t with his…with his cut.”

“Oh trust me, Y/N, that won’t be an issue. Now answer my question, please.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to take care of me.”

As if they could read each other’s minds, Eddie’s hand slipped out of your pants and Steve picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried you to your bedroom. 

“Ow! Something in your vest is stabbing me, Officer Harrington.”, you giggle before he tosses you onto your mattress. 

“Sorry. I forgot to take this stuff off. I was blindsided by a stupid question when I came in.”, he grinned as he began removing his equipment and placed them on your bedside table. 

Eddie carefully climbed in and you hastily set up pillows so he could lean back comfortable against your headboard. 

“Thank you. I don’t think that question was ever answered. DO you know how beautiful you are?”

“Sometimes I need reminding.”, you sigh as your nervous eyes meet his soft ones. 

“We can do that, sweetheart.”

Taking hold of your cheeks, he brought your lips to his and your body ignited with an electricity you had never felt before as his lips carefully but firmly mingled with yours. Steve’s laugh echoed through your room as he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the gangster to bring you in front of him at the edge of the bed. 

He had taken off his shirt and out of habit as a doctor you scanned his bruises to make sure he was ok. Clocking your care once again, his fingers gripped your chin and brought your mouth to his own.

“It’s ok. I’m still a bit sore but you helped me a lot.”

As he continued to kiss your lips, you allowed him to undress you making him pause when you were fully naked in front of them. 

“Jesus Christ.”

“I told you, princess…beautiful.”, Eddie grinned.

Smiling widely at their compliments, your hands roamed Steve’s chest, kissing a trail along the way till you reached his belt and fumbled with the barrier before fully pushing down his pants. You gasped when his cock sprang free causing them both the chuckle again as you practically gapped at the size. 

“I know. It was a shock to me to.”, the gangster teased as the officer stuck out his tongue playfully. 

“You liked it. And I promise, honey, you’ll like it to.”

Gripping the base, he held his mushroom tip towards your lips and moaned when your tongue darted out to lick the small beads of precum that had begun to leak. Steve pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he could watch as you slowly wrapped your mouth around him and gradually began bobbing your head.

 “Shit. Atta girl. Flatten that tongue. J-Just like that.”

Another set of hands softly ran down you back and over your ass before the cool sting of metal hit your behind. 

“Did you like that, pretty girl? Did you like Eddie spanking you?”, the officer asked when you moaned loudly. 

Fingers glided ever so slightly through your pussy lips and even you couldn’t deny hearing the squishy sound of your slick that obscenely filled your bedroom. 

“Oh Stevie. She definitely enjoyed that.”

“Yeah? You like it a bit rough, little girl?”

Eddie guided his middle and ring fingers inside of you eliciting a mewl from your throat that had the man inside of your mouth grunting with pleasure. 

“Fuck. I think…I think you can take me a bit deeper.”

Thrusting his hips a bit, you gag around him spilling drool and spit down his length as you mentally take note of the fact that that wasn’t all of him you choked on. 

“Come on, honey, take more. I know you can, baby.”

Tears stream down your face as you try but barely take more of him in. Gripping your jaw, he pulls out of your mouth and leans his face in front of yours as his eyes search yours. 

“Green, good. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop. What color are you at, Y/N?”

“Fuck… green.”

“Ok, then why are you crying? We haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“I-I-I wanna take more. I want to make you feel good to.”

You heard your tone as it came out of your mouth but you barely recognized it. You sounded like a child who was told she couldn’t play outside because it was raining. What was it about these men that transformed you in this way? In relationships or even one-night stands, you never cared about this kind of thing. Usually, men never complained and you were never fully satisfied after they left resorting to your vibrator to get you the rest of the way. 

But for whatever reason, you wanted to impress them. You desperately wanted them to feel good because some part of you had a feeling that they were going to do the same for you. 

Steve’s eyes softened as Eddie’s fingers slowed inside of you. 

“Be nice to her, babe. She’s got a good heart and she did take care of us.”

“Can you keep your mouth open for me, pretty girl?” He grins when you nod your head, wiping your tears with his thumb before kissing your cheek. “And you are making me feel good. Your mouth feels fucking amazing.”

You beam with pride as you do what he asked, whimpering when Eddie began building you up again. 

Holding your head still, Steve guided his cock back between your lips, doing the slow thrusts he was doing before as you kept your mouth closed around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as his pace began to quicken, his tip occasionally hitting the back of your throat. 

“There you go, baby. T-That’s it. See? Doing—fuck—doing so well. Now, stay still.”

As he began fucking your face, the gangster matched his pace making you groan as obscenities flowed from the officer’s mouth.  

“Shit. Take it, little girl. That’s right. You love the taste of my cock in your throat, don’t you?” Reaching over you, his hand calm down hard on your ass and your palm pushed at his legs signaling you needed air. “Are you gonna cum? Ask him, Y/N. Ask Eddie if it’s ok.”, he commanded as he forced your head towards the other man. 

“Eddie, please. Please… can I…”

“Yeah, princess. Cum on my fingers.”

You collapsed as you came, moaning loudly into the mattress as you tried to catch your breath. You weren’t given much time however as Steve manhandled you till you up on your hands and knees again with your face hovering over the bulge in the other man’s pants. 

After unbuckling his belt, he pushed them down just enough to free his own cock from his denim confinement and you didn’t hesitate as you wrapped your tiny hands around his thick girth. Hands clung tightly to your waist and you braced yourself when you felt Steve collect some of your arousal with his length before gradually pushing into your entrance. 

“Oh, fuck me.”

“How does she feel, Harrington?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to focus on the man in front of you, letting a long glob of spit land on his tip as you stroked it with your hand. 

“S-So…So fucking tight.” His palm came down on your ass and you groaned as he continued to push further inside of you. 

“I like my view here. Make—mmm—make sure you fuck her nice and deep. Beautiful girl deserves it after everything she’s been through.”

“Oh, don’t worry, honey. I plan on ruining this little pussy.”

Eddie chuckles as he watches Steve lick his lips as your cunt tightens around him at his words. 

“What about you, princess?”, he murmurs as he tenderly pets your head.

“He’s…so BIG.”

“Yeah, he is. Does he feel good?” You nod as your head hangs and he promptly grabs your jaw forcing you to look his way. “Say it.”

“Fuck, Steve, you feel so fucking good!”

“That’s a good girl.”

You mewled when you felt him bottom out, his hips connecting with yours, allowing you to feel every inch before he pulled back and slammed back into you. Eddie’s mouth fell open as you bobbed your head on his cock. While he wasn’t as big as his boyfriend, he was definitely thicker and you felt like your mouth was full of him. 

He was much gentler with you, continuing to play with your hair and mutter praises as Steve pounded into you, rocking you further down the gangster’s length as you choked and spit around him. 

“God, honey, this pussy is too…fucking…good.”, Steve grunted, smacking his lower half into yours between each word. Leaning over you, he rolled his hips, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt as your eyes rolled back. “His dick tastes amazing, doesn’t it? Mmm—fucking love when he shoves it down my throat.”

Moving out of his way, Steve envelopes Eddie into his mouth making the gangster moan as he extends his hand to tangle in his hair. As his boyfriend continued to fuck you, your own groans vibrated against the long haired boy’s balls driving him crazy as he growled through his clenched teeth. 

“Fuck! You’re both so fucking sexy. That’s it, baby boy, take my cock.”

After pumping his hips a few times, Eddie let him go and Steve pushed up onto his knees pounding into you till you were seeing stars. Taking the man’s length in your mouth again, you mimicked the other boy’s movements trying to keep a steady pace as you hurdled towards the edge. 

“A-Are you about to cum? Fuck, Y/N, you better fucking ask one of us, little girl, if you want to fucking cum!”

Your glassy, needy eyes met the chocolate ones of the man in front of you, pleading as you began to shake.

“Ask, Y/N.”

“Please, Eddie! Please, I need to cum!”

Taking a hold of your hair, he firmly tugged you till your face was fully visible. A small smile flickered across his lips, watching you struggle till he finally nodded granting you permission. 

Steve reached around and took hold of your throat, lifting you till you were pressed against him, squeezing you tightly as he fucked you through the most intense orgasm you had ever had. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Are you on the pill?”, Steve roughly growled in your ear, his rhythm and intensity increasing when you said yes. “Good because I’m going to fill up this pussy and you’re going to take it like a good little girl. You’re going to take everything I give you and be fucking thankful.”

He grunted in your ear as he held your lower half against him as he rolled his hips aggressively, pumping his release into your cunt.

“Steve.”, Eddie called in a firm tone you barely heard through your haze.

“Excuse me, honey.”

Carefully, he pulled his softening cock out of your aching hole and gently laid you on your side before crawling up the gangster’s legs and taking him into his mouth. You watched with hooded eyes as his boyfriend took him all the way down his shaft, massaging his balls with his palm, as Eddie groaned.

“That’s my good boy. You wanna swallow my cum?”

Steve nodded as his eyes met his own and with a few thrusts of Eddie’s hips, his head fell back as he released his spend down the man’s throat. After sharing a soft but passionate kiss, they turned their attention to you.

“Are you ok, babe? Do you need anything? Water?”

“Will you lay with me?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, of course.”

You didn’t even hesitate when you scoot to Eddie’s side and wrapped your arms around your stomach, placing your head on his chest. The last thing you remember is feeling warmth behind you and the sound of Steve’s steady breathing on your skin before you fell asleep.

***

“DID YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THERE WOULD BE NO CONSEQUENCES?!”

Your head shot up when you heard shouting in your living room. Eddie and Steve were missing but the voice you heard definitely wasn’t theirs. Quickly throwing on the officer’s shirt you listened as the voice continued.

“Did you really think you could come on to our territory, break into one of our stash houses, and kill a bunch of our guys?”

“I think the real question you should be asking is how easy it was for me and my guys to break in.”, Eddie responded angrily. 

“Shut the fuck up, trailer trash! You think because you moved out here and took over Al’s business, you’re different but you aren’t. You’re still that garbage that he left behind with his brother before you suddenly decided you wanted in. Ah ah ah! Don’t make me shoot you, Steve. I have no problem killing a law man.”

“If you’re not here to kill us, Andrew, then what do you want?”, Steve spat.

Glancing quickly around the room, you realize his gun was still in its holster near your nightstand and as quietly as you could pulled it from its home. Tip toeing out into the hallway, you held it in front of you as you peaked around the corner. 

The person you didn’t recognize had his back to you as he pointed his own pistol at Eddie and Steve who both had their hands raised where he could see them. 

“Jason just wants Edward so we can make an example of him and what happens when you cross the Carvers.”

“I think you underestimate the Munsons, Andy.” Slowly, you creeped up behind him, praying he wouldn’t turn around. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere. I hope Jason understands that this wasn’t a good move.”

“Yeah well, you can tell him yourself. Now come on or I will shoot him.”, Andrew threatens as he points his weapon Steve.

“Not if we shoot you first.”

At Eddie’s words, you cock the gun and pull the trigger.

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[morethanthatfic]

Have you personally written any fanfiction ?

I have, I go by NobleLandMermaid on the MoreThanThat archive as well as on ArchiveOfOurOwn. Please feel free to demand I finish my many WIPs 😆

[yoon-kooks]

on mute | jjk

🦈pairing: fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader

🦈genre: friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au, smut, fluff

🦈summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

🦈word count: 10.7k

🦈warnings: mutual pining, shooter game references, soft fuckboy vibes, fingering, doggy style, protected sex bc bro aint taking no chances🤠

a/n: i wasnt planning on including smut so thats a bonus✨

You press a hand to your mouth to suppress a yawn as the department meeting finally comes to an end. Your boss had gone over the schedule for next quarter, alluded to a few new projects, and gave a few shoutouts to people on your team who apparently “went the extra mile” this week. You couldn’t care less about being acknowledged for your work, but it does kind of irk you that Jeon Jungkook got a shoutout when you’ve never seen him do extra work in the office. All he’s done this week is take your pretty lady boss out to lunch. If that’s considered extra work, you suppose Jungkook works the hardest. After all, he’s the type to make time for anyone he wants to sleep with aka everyone in the office except for you.

As you scoot your chair out, you back into something very solid. Surely no one is dumb enough to stand right behind your chair when they know how eager everyone is to get out of here for the weekend. But when you turn around, you know exactly who it is without even seeing his face—Employee of the Week Jeon Jungkook. 

You stare at the back of his shoulders in that mustard button-down, and it occurs to you that it was his nice ass that you’d bumped into. He didn’t even stumble forward from the impact or at least step aside so you can leave like everyone else. You just want to get home, soak in a nice hot bubble bath, and play a few games with your calico all curled up in your lap—that’s the ideal Friday night that Jeon Jungkook is keeping you from.

“Excuse me, kind sir,” you say as your nude acrylics tap the armrest.

The boy turns around with fake astonishment. And a handsome smile. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I mean, yeah, I’d be gone too if someone wasn’t blocking my way out.” In the year that you’ve been on the same team as Jungkook, the two of you somehow developed this sarcastic and aggressive way of speaking without actually being mad at each other. Some call it banter, but you dislike the possible romantic implications of that.

“What’s the rush? Got plans tonight?” He still doesn’t move out of the way. You didn’t expect him pinning you against a table in the office to be so underwhelming. You imagine a fuck boy like him could try a little harder, be a little rougher. Not that you’ve ever fantasized about it.

“Yeah, I just bought some cute new lingerie for when I hop into bed with Christina Lauren and my cat.” You leave out the gaming part of your Friday night plans. If he knew you played the same game as him, he’d probably use it against you somehow.

“Who’s Christina Lauren?” he asks. You love the thought of him imagining you in lingerie with some mystery woman. Or maybe that’d just encourage a threesome.

“My cat’s favorite romance writer?” You say it like it should be common sense to know that your cat purrs himself to sleep when you read to him.

“And you’re going to waste your cute new lingerie on reading a Lauren Christina bedtime story to your cat?”

“It’s Christina Lauren, not Lauren Christina.”

“Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie.” It amuses you how he keeps bringing up the lingerie. You wonder what he’d think if he saw you in that skimpy mesh fabric. It’d probably come as a shock to him considering he’s only ever seen you in your preppy office attire. He has no idea what you’re capable of beneath those cream blouses and mocha mini skirts.

If only he knew.

“Tldr, yes I have very urgent plans tonight.” That reminds you, you need to check your in-game shop to see if any pretty skins are on sale this time around. You’ve been eyeing the one with the cute whale shark design.

“What a coincidence, Lauren Christina is my favorite writer too. I really liked that one book she wrote.” You don’t hate that he’s prolonging the conversation, but if he says “Lauren Christina” one more time, you’re gonna report him to HR.

“Same,” you chuckle. “Now please move so I can leave.”

He finally steps aside. Before he can pull a fast one and trap you again, you throw your tiny bag over your shoulder and scurry for the exit. You stop just outside the conference room and spin around. The boy’s eyes quickly shift up from your skirt.

“Coming or not?” you ask with a head tilt. If there’s one good thing about having a local fuck boy in the office, it’s that you always have someone who’ll walk you to your car when it’s dark out. That’s one of the things you know he does just for you.

On the elevator ride down, it’s just you and him because everyone else has already vacated the building. You sneak a peek at your handsome colleague. It’s a shame that he spends more time in your coworkers’ beds than in actual relationships. If not for that, you’d—

“You should recommend a book for me,” he says, catching you mindlessly staring at him. Oops.

“You don’t look like a reader.” You doubt he’d ever pick up a book over girls.

“I’ll read a book if you say it’s good.” Now he’s just sweet talking you, and you’re not going to fall for it. Except, you would love someone to gush to about your favorite books.

“Dating You/Hating You.” The book title just sort of slips out of your mouth. Though you can’t exactly vouch for how good it is since it’s the one you’re currently reading.

“Give me your best elevator pitch for it.” Haha, he thinks he’s so funny. (You laugh anyway.)

Persuasion is your thing, but you can’t give a proper elevator pitch for a book you haven’t actually finished yet. Moreover, you don’t know what kinds of genres he’d be into or if this book would be a good fit for him. You don’t even know any of his interests outside of sex and video games. 

When you really think about it, there’s not much you know about Jeon Jungkook. He’s a mystery, but a charming one.

“It’ll give us something to talk about,” you say softly as the loud ding interrupts. “That’s my elevator pitch to you.”

“Not bad,” he nods as you both exit the elevator. That was way easier than expected. “Is it by your cat’s favorite romance author?”

“It is,” you smile. It’s hard not to smile when you’re with him. “I can lend you my copy next week after I fin—”

“Jungkook!” The new recruiting coordinator blocks your way out of the building with eager eyes and a smile brighter than your own. “Still down for drinks later at that place we talked about?”

You try not to roll your eyes as you step around yet another coworker who ignores you standing right next to the boy they want to ask out. You and Jungkook aren’t a thing, but it does hurt to know that not a single person thinks of you as worthy competition. He’s probably made it very clear to everyone in the office that you and him are just friends and that your nightly walks to the parking lot are for safety purposes only.

Thankfully, you get out of the building before you can hear Jungkook accept the invitation into someone else’s bed. The last thing you want is to be jealous of the people he’d rather be spending time with. You and your silly little book recommendations mean nothing to him.

Nothing at all.

“Sorry about that.” He catches up to you a minute later in the dimly lit parking lot.

You shake your head. “It’s alright. That’s what happens when you’re the popular guy.” And you mean it, too. You’re not the type to fault people for being who they are, nor would you ever ask them to change for you. Besides, there’s really nothing between you and him. There’s nothing he should feel sorry for.

“Hey, why do you always park in the furthest corner of the parking lot?” he teases, probably as a way to change the subject. You see his car parked just a few spots down from you, so he doesn’t really have a right to criticize your decisions. Looks like your habit has rubbed off on him. “It’d be safer if you parked closer to the building.”

You shrug even though the parking placement and slightly longer walks are intentional. He doesn’t need to know it’s your subtle way of prolonging the time you spend with him. You always look forward to those few extra minutes where he’s all yours.

“It doesn’t feel dangerous here at all.” Not when you’re with him. You unlock your car and hop into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, totally not dangerous.” Jungkook holds your door as he scans the dark and empty lot for anything suspicious. He listens as a few sirens screech in the distance and does a double-take at the lone soda can rolling around in the wind. When the coast is clear, he turns back to you. “I look forward to reading the Lauren Christina book when your cat’s done with it.”

He waits for your seatbelt to click before closing the door. You roll the window down and glare. “It’s Christina Lauren! And have fun on your date.”

With a wave of your manicure, you’re off to your “urgent” Friday night plans.

When you return home, you get what you want. You strip off your work clothes and soak in a lavender bubble bath for a good 30 minutes before admiring the new lingerie Jungkook wouldn’t stop mentioning earlier. 

It’s tempting to try it on now, but you wish someone else could see it on you. Jungkook is right. Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie. If the boy were here to see it for himself, you want to know what he’d think, what he’d say, and what he’d do to your body. It’d probably be incredible—for one night—but that’d be the end of it. That’s how all of his flings go, and a hypothetical one with you would be no different. With a sigh, you set the lingerie aside, throw on an oversized sweatshirt that just barely covers your ass, and load into your game.

The first thing you do is check the shop for the cute gun skin with the whale shark design. The RNG gods give you a couple of good knives, an awful pistol, a subpar rifle, and no shark. It’s fine, you tell yourself. You didn’t want to spend real money on pretty pixels anyway.

As soon as your first match starts, your four teammates are quick to use their mics. Apparently, they all know each other. Can’t relate.

“So… How’d the date go?” asks the healer. The two duelists place their bets on whether the date went incredibly well or horribly wrong. You silently cast your vote for horribly wrong since you lean toward pessimism.

“I didn’t end up going,” says the initiator. He sounds a lot like a certain Jeon Jungkook, but you shouldn’t assume. As far as you know, he doesn’t have a reason to cancel the date with that recruiting coordinator. In fact, he should be having drunk sex with her right about now. Not that it’s any of your business to know what your handsome coworker does after hours. None of that involves you.

“Is it because of You-know-who?” asks the duelist who voted with you. You-know-who? Like a jealous ex-lover? Sounds like drama to you.

“Yep…” Nah, it can’t be the Jeon Jungkook you know. This guy’s voice is giving you more lovesick puppy than confident fuck boy. He dies from a grenade and goes silent for the next few rounds while his buddies keep providing intel to the team. You pick up the whale shark gun over his dead body.

“Hey, CL,” the healer calls out your username. “Do you have a mic?”

Yes, you do have a mic. No, you’re not going to use it. These guys seem harmless so far, but it’s not always fun when people realize you’re the only female on the team. Men in this game try to hit on you just like the ones you pass in the short distance from the office to your car. And they’ll only stop pestering you if you’re walking next to a guy like Jungkook, which you clearly don’t have in this game with your empty friend list. So you’d rather stay on mute for now.

“my mic is broken,” you type, “cat knocked it over.”

“Ah, that’s okay.” He heals you up and saves you from an otherwise fatal headshot. “We were just wondering if you could help our buddy out.”

You? You’re not sure how you’re supposed to be of any help to a lovesick puppy when you haven’t had much luck in the love department either. But you are a curious kitten when it comes to other people’s love lives.

“maybe… can i get more context?”

Apparently, this lovesick puppy (or “Jklmnop” according to his username) has a little more in common with Jungkook than you’d originally thought. Turns out both of them are the designated fuck boys at their workplaces. Except this one has a massive crush on his “super hot” colleague. Jeon Jungkook would never.

The issue is that Jklmnop caught feelings for the one person who doesn’t seem interested in him. Worse, it feels like he’s being friendzoned. And he’s been going on dates with other people in an attempt to squash those unrequited feelings, but it’s just not doing the trick.

“i know a fuck boy too.” You are by no means an expert in the fuck boy archetype, but perhaps your time spent with Jungkook has prepared you for this opportunity to help a friend in need. And you do have some advice. “im not saying fucking all your coworkers is a bad thing but if you really want this girl you need to go all in on her and show her that you’re willing to commit to something more serious.”

Because if you knew this to be true about your own local fuck boy, you’d give him a chance, too. But as far as you know, Jungkook has never shown any romantic interest in you (or anyone else for that matter). He’s just a platonic buddy to you and a fuck buddy to everyone else.

“and it’s very possible she doesnt even realize youre interested in her,” you type, “this is a dumb question but have you tried asking her out yet?”

Your dumb question gets a few laughs from the boys. You feel like an IT person asking their client if they’ve tried turning their computer off and on again.

“Oh, our guy here doesn’t ask people out. He’s the one getting asked out all the time,” Duelist #1 explains.

“It’s been a year and You-know-who hasn’t made a move on him, so that must mean she doesn’t like him,” Duelist #2 adds in a sarcastic tone. You imagine him rolling his eyes on the other side of his screen.

“well @Jklmnop if you dont normally ask ppl out, itll hold more weight when you do.” Your fingers pause for a second. Maybe you’re just soft, but it’d mean a lot to you if you were asked out by the Jeon Jungkook. You’re sure this fuck boy could pull it off too. “you should ask her out. maybe shes waiting for you to make the move.”

You don’t get an immediate response, but he trades his pretty shark gun for your plain one. He must have seen you steal the one over his dead body a few rounds ago. What a thoughtful guy.

Then a friend request pops up. Fine. Jklmnop can be the one username on your otherwise empty friend list.

“I’ll ask her if the opportunity arises,” Jklmnop says after clutching a 1v4. “Thanks bro.”

On Monday, you’re a lot sleepier than you should be at the beginning of the work week because you practically spent the entire weekend gaming with your new fuck boy friend and finishing the book you recommended to your office fuck boy friend.

Your dark circles must be pretty bad because Jungkook feels the need to stop by your desk and say, “Up all night reading Lauren Christina?” He taps the book on your mousepad, so he can clearly see that it’s Christina Lauren and not Lauren Christina. He’s just teasing you at this point.

“It’s Christina Lauren, you shithead. And yes, I finished it, so you can read it now,” you say, handing the book to the boy. He holds it with a soft grip as if to avoid creasing the pages. If library books were treated with the same care, they wouldn’t feel so crusty all the time. You can respect guys with gentle hands. “I expect a full book report by Friday.”

“At least give me the weekend,” he frowns. It’s the most attractive frown you’ve ever seen.

“Sure, if that’s how you want to spend your weekend,” you yawn. Wouldn’t he rather be doing anything else on his days off than read your book?

“That’s how you spent your weekend, Sleepyhead.” He makes a good point. His chuckle is quite cute too. 

As he flips through the book, you see something shimmery wedged between the pages toward the end of the story. You told yourself a million times to take your silly little bookmark out before lending him the book, but of course you forgot. Maybe he won’t notice.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook pulls the metallic blue bookmark out to examine it. His lips curve upward when he sees it’s shaped like a whale shark. Oh great. He’s definitely gonna tease you about it. You knew you should’ve gone with one of the more sophisticated leather bookmarks.

“You really like these guys, huh.” He holds it up by the chain to let some light shine through the tiny holes mimicking the shark’s gorgeous spotty pattern. Not the reaction you were expecting, but you’ll take it.

“What makes you say that?” You don’t ever recall confiding in him about your whale shark obsession. Last time you checked, all of your nerdy and kiddish quirks were kept far away from your office. It’s just not on-brand for the professional image you’ve established here.

“Didn’t you have a cute whale shark phone case when you first started working here? Before you switched it to that cream-colored one?” He wrinkles his face, deep in thought as he tucks the bookmark back where he found it. He’s right, though. You just assumed no one had ever noticed it. As soon as you got your new work phone, you switched to something more neutral to fit your minimalist aesthetic.

“Oh, right.” You’d forgotten about the case just like you forgot about the bookmark. But Jungkook somehow notices and remembers those kinds of details about you. It’s almost endearing in a way.

You shouldn’t let yourself think like that, though. Those are dangerous thoughts.

“By the way, how was your date?” As much as you hate to admit it, you’re curious about his date with the recruiting coordinator. Besides, if he says it went well, you’ll have yet another reason to stop holding onto the tiny feelings you have for him.

“I didn’t go.”

“Oh,” you press a finger to your parted lips. That’s unheard of for Jeon Jungkook. “Did her cat die or something?”

“Why does someone’s cat need to die for the date to be canceled?”

“There must’ve been a pretty big emergency for you to forgo a date, no?”

“Is that what you really think of me, Y/N?” He cocks his head to the side because he’s a fuck boy and that’s what fuck boys do.

“That’s not what I think of you.” Another yawn slips from your mouth. “It’s just facts. You have a 99% attendance rate when it comes to dates, don’t you?”

He nods because he can’t argue with the credible gossip that goes on in your office.

“Anyway, I’m going to run to that coffee shop you won’t shut up about,” he says as he glances at the time on his phone and then at the dark abyss under your eyes. “Need anything?”

“Hmm…” You pretend to think deeply about your order. Usually when other people go on coffee runs, you request something easy to remember like an oat latte. But for Jeon Jungkook, the boy who keeps fucking up Christina Lauren’s name, you won’t go so easy. “How about an iced birthday cake latte with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, two pumps of toffee syrup, and the crème brûlée topping? Please.”

“So… birthday cake frappuccino with oat milk?” He snickers in your sleepy face before walking off. “You’re gonna have to come with if you want all that extra stuff.”

It’s a latte, not a frappuccino. But you suppose it doesn’t matter if he knows the difference because you’re scurrying to catch up with him as he heads for the elevator.

The “coffee shop you won’t shut up about” has been open for a few months now, and you’ve stopped by at least two times a week since the grand opening for your usual dose of caffeine. Should you be proud or embarrassed that the baristas all know your name and order? How about when they raise their eyebrows at the sight of you walking in with your handsome coworker?

“She’ll have a birthday cake frapp—”

“Don’t listen to him. I’ll get a birthday cake latte, please,” you tell the barista at the register. Jungkook chuckles as you give his arm a light shove. “With oat milk and crème brûlée today.”

“Sure thing, Y/N,” she smiles at you and then turns to the boy next to you. “Anything for you?”

“Just plain coffee, thanks,” he says after a quick glance at the menu. You hate that he orders plain coffee when the menu has all these fun options like pink donut lattes or cookies n cream cappuccinos. If he wanted black coffee, he could’ve saved time and money by brewing some in the office. He didn’t have to go all the way to the coffee shop you wouldn’t shut up about. But he did. And he invited you along for the ride.

As the two of you wait for your drinks, you pick the booth in the corner next to the window. You’ve always had this vision of sitting inside a cozy cafe to work from your laptop or read a book. It just hasn’t happened yet because you get scared off when all the other customers bring their friends or lovers to share that experience with. Your laptop and books can’t compare to that. 

You’ve always been envious. Until today.

“That doesn’t look nearly as complex as it sounded,” Jungkook says when he sees your latte with the fancy crème brûlée on it. He slides his boring coffee across the table to you. “I’ll let you try mine if you let me try yours.”

Only a weirdo would accept a pathetic offer like that.

“Deal.” You take a sip of your sugary treat before passing it off to the boy. He winces from how sweet yours is compared to the bitterness of his black coffee. You make a face for the opposite reason.

“I’m surprised you agreed to it,” he hums with a tiny bit of crème brûlée around his mouth. You want to kiss it off. He must notice you eyeing his lips because he wipes it off with his thumb a second later.

“I wanted you to try my special drink,” you say. It’s for the same reason you lent him your book—to let him know another tiny piece of you without explicitly saying it.

“I’ll have to get it myself next time we come.” He pulls up the notes app on his phone and types as he speaks. You wonder if “next time” and “we” imply that this coffee outing is going to become another routine thing between you and him, just like your walks to the parking lot. Hopefully it does. No, it definitely will. Because you’ll be the one to ask him next time. “What’s it called again? Birthday cake frappuccino… with crème brûlée?”

“Exactly,” you lie. Who knows. His mistake might taste even better. You’ll have to find a way to sneak a taste when he isn’t looking. It’s something sweet to look forward to.

As you sip your latte, the barista who took your order catches your eye from across the store, points at Jungkook, and mouths something to you. You don’t quite catch it, so she repeats it again just as your coworker turns to see what you’re staring at.

“Boyfriend?” she mouths, clear as day, before spinning around to use the espresso machine. 

When the boy turns back to you, he has such a goofy grin on his face. He points to himself and repeats, “Boyfriend?”

“Stop,” you laugh at his antics but totally dodge the question. “Anyway… may I ask why you didn’t go on that date with the recruiting coordinator?” 

His eyes are wide. Probably because it’s not like you to pry. But you just want to make sense of why he’s sitting here with you, acting all sweet and boyfriend-like, after bailing on someone else a few days ago. He’s not his usual self either.

“It was faster to reject her,” he shrugs. You didn’t realize he was in such a hurry on Friday. It certainly didn’t seem like it with how he’d blocked your way out of the conference room.

“What were you in such a hurry for?”

“Isn’t it our unspoken thing to walk to the parking lot together?” He says it like you’re silly. Like the fate of the world depends on him being able to fulfill his duty of walking you to your car each and every day. Like he’d forgo hours of good sex for a five-minute walk with you.

“It’s not unspoken if we talk about it,” you say softly. You’ve always adored the short walks with Jungkook, but maybe you weren’t the only one who felt that way. What kind of guy rejects a date just so he can keep up this year-old tradition between you and him? No guy has ever done anything close to that for you. “But yeah, it is our thing.”

The boy nods with a gentle smile as he sips his coffee. For just a split second, he gives you Jklmnop vibes. You don’t know how else to explain it. He’s a fuck boy, but there’s something so delicate about him that you want to touch without breaking.

You wonder if he’d ever let you in.

On the way out, your favorite friendly barista waves you over to the counter with a huge grin. As much as you love the girl, you’re scared of what might come out of her mouth next. She leans in as if to whisper but ends up shouting over the grinder in the background.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about him.” Her eyes flick to somewhere beyond your shoulders. “He’s such a hottie, by the way. Y’all are kinda cute together.”

A snort comes from right behind you. “Thank you,” says the hottie. Your hottie, apparently. It would’ve been perfectly fine for him to clarify that the two of you aren’t actually together, but you suppose his ego was too busy soaking in the compliment from the pretty barista.

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook as soon as you’re both out the door.

“What?” What’s with that playful smile of his?

“You didn’t deny what she said.”

“A compliment’s a compliment, Y/N.”

“I didn’t mean the part about you being a hottie.” You shudder at that last word. Yes, Jungkook is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t need to hear that from your mouth. “I meant the part about you being my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t deny it earlier, either,” he shrugs. True. “Besides, isn’t that also a compliment?”

Now that he’s mentioned it, it does feel pretty nice to be seen as a couple with someone as attractive as Jungkook—to give the illusion that it’s you who’s got him wrapped around your finger, you who he chose above everyone else, and you who gets to fall asleep in his arms every night. And it feels especially good considering how often other people dismiss you as someone not good enough for him. In fact, this is the first time anyone has ever acknowledged that the two of you go well together.

“Hey man, mind if I steal that fine little lady for a sec?” a sleazy voice calls out in your direction. You don’t bother turning your head to acknowledge the presence of yet another ignorant hooligan on the street, but you do step a little closer to Jungkook. You don’t know what pisses you off more: the fact that this stranger is another nonbeliever that you could be dating a guy like Jungkook or the fact that he asked for another male’s permission to talk to you instead of asking you directly. Most catcallers keep their mouths shut when you’re walking with your handsome coworker, but this one clearly can’t take a hint.

A warm hand pulls you in at the waist. It’s the same soft grip Jungkook held your book with. And you kind of never want him to let go. Because when he holds you close like that, all the shitty people become irrelevant. That doesn’t, however, stop you from getting a kick out of the death stare he gives the catcaller who finally backs off.

“You really showed him,” you tease. His face loosens up after you let out a tiny snicker. Still, he studies your every expression to make sure you’re alright.

“Does that happen to you wherever you go?” he asks as he moves his arm up from your waist to your shoulder, something slightly more appropriate for two friendly colleagues. Suddenly your waist feels cold.

“Usually when I’m out by myself.” Whether it’s the supermarket, the park, the office, you’ve felt objectified pretty much everywhere. Even online. The sad thing about it is that you know you’re not the only one. ”But I’m used to it at this point.”

“Well, men are kind of shitty,” he huffs, looking rather frustrated on your behalf. You’ve never seen him so irritated. For the most part, he knows how to keep a calm composure, even during busy season. It’s oddly satisfying that an inconvenience for you is what brought that emotion out of him.

“I used to think that,” you admit as the two of you enter the office building. “But all it takes is one good guy to outweigh the shitty ones.”

For you, Jungkook has always been that one good guy.

“True. I suppose that hottie boyfriend of yours isn’t that bad, huh.” He gives you a soft shoulder squeeze in the elevator before dropping his arm back to his side. It’s a subtle taste of what he could be doing to other places on your body if he were actually your boyfriend. He’d handle you with so much care.

“You won’t let that go, will you?” you pout, pointing your thumb back in the general direction of the coffee shop. “Those baristas really think we’re dating now, you know.”

He pinches your pouty cheek and leaves you at your desk with a not-so-innocent remark. 

“I wonder why they think that about us.”

The second half of your day feels painfully long. It’s kind of hard to focus on designing wholesome character models when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook stuck in your head. At this rate, your cute little characters are going to turn into bad boys who steal your books and lattes along with your heart. You can’t help it when he’s been extra sweet to you lately. Sweeter than a birthday cake frappuccino could ever be. And just like your favorite sugary beverages, there’s something so addicting about his company.

As you’re finishing up some designs, you spot the boy chatting with his buddies from the other departments. It’s unfair that an entire friend group can be so goodlooking. And it’s even more unfair that Jungkook is still the one you can’t take your eyes off of in the handsome bunch. Great, now you’re even more distracted.

“Hey, I saw you were online again last night,” says the guy from accounting. He has long pretty eyelashes. “Where was my invite?”

“Ah, yeah. Remember that girl on our team the other night?” Jungkook has a cheeky grin. Why does he have such a cheeky grin while talking about some e-girl, and why does your tummy hurt all of a sudden? “She helped me climb out of plat. She’s diamond.”

So what? That’s the same rank as you. Nothing special. Hmph. You hope she gets demoted before the act ends. You’re not a jealous person, but you are petty.

“How do you know she’s a she?” asks the engineer with plump lips.

“That’s what she told me,” Jungkook continues. “And it fits with the fact that she doesn’t use a mic. You guys know how fucked up people can be in that game.”

You nod along to that.

“What’s her username again? I wanna add her now,” the other engineer jumps in. This one has broad shoulders. Very broad.

“You just want to hit on her,” Engineer #1 shakes his head at Engineer #2. You agree with that too.

“Is she single? Or at least around our age?” asks the accountant.

“You guys are monsters,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ll give you her username only if you promise not to simp.”

“Fine,” they all agree reluctantly.

You convince yourself that you’re only eavesdropping because they’re talking too loud, but you’re actually just curious to search up the username and see how this e-girl’s game stats stack up against yours. You’re quite confident your headshot percentage will outrank hers.

“It’s CL, remember?”

“Oh right.”

No, not right. That’s definitely not the username you picked as a subtle nod to your favorite author, and Jungkook is definitely not the lovesick fuck boy you’ve been giving advice to through some wack ass shooter game. Definitely not.

Because if it were true, that would mean Jungkook has a crush on somebody in your office. And who the heck would that be?

“Ready to head out?” Jungkook pops out of nowhere and scares the shit out of you. You nearly leap out of your seat with a tight fist around your tablet pen like you’re about to knife the boy in-game. He holds your book up as a shield. “Whoa there.”

“My bad, I thought you were the enemy.” You snap the pen back onto your tablet and say it with a straight face as if he knows you play the same violent game as him.

He plays along, scanning the office for anyone suspicious. “Who’s the enemy?”

“Marketing?” You only say that because everyone in the office knows the marketing director Kim Namjoon was your college nemesis back when you were even pettier than you are now.

“Ah,” he nods as you pack up and roll your chair in. You’ve always wondered why he just accepts the weird things you do without question. “Glad I’m not your enemy. Wouldn’t want to be stabbed by your tablet pen. Or your nails.”

He points to your pretty manicure. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s subtly asking to hold your hand. But you do know better. He has an intense crush on someone else in the building, so there’s really no reason why he’d want to hold your hand.

So instead of misreading the situation and making a fool of yourself by entwining your fingers with his, you poke your favorite of his tattoos (the silly face on his middle finger) with your acrylic. “Consider yourself stabbed.”

You try not to look at the boy’s wrinkly smile. But it’s incredibly hard. Instead, you redirect your eyes anywhere else. Of course they fall on the “it couple” of the office passing by. They don’t do a whole lot of PDA, but the way they look at each other says it all, and they have this glow about them that seems so unobtainable. You feel the envy creeping up again.

On the elevator ride down, you try not to think about the happy couple or Jungkook’s wrinkly smile. It’s making you sad.

“Can I ask you something?” he turns to you. Maybe his question will take your mind off everything bringing your mood down. You nod for him to proceed. “How do you feel about dating a coworker?”

Shitty. You feel shitty. He could probably sense that from your silence upon seeing the couple.

“You mean like Hyuna and Dawn?” You don’t have a problem with it, or with them. If you could pull off a perfect office romance like them, you’d do it too. But it doesn’t seem likely for you, and that’s what sucks.

“Just in general. Like, do you think it’s fine, or is it crossing the line?” he asks. Aha, you get it now. He’s asking for your opinion because he doesn’t want to make you, his totally platonic friend, feel uncomfortable when he starts dating whoever he has a crush on here.

“HR allows it, so I don’t really see a problem with it,” you answer honestly. Sure, you’d be hurt if you had to work in an environment where Jungkook is doing lovey-dovey things with someone else, but you’re not going to be the one to ruin it for him.

“I’ve never seen you date anyone here, though.”

“Well I don’t get asked out all the time like you, Jungkook.”

“What about Mark from accounting? Or my guy Jooheon before he moved overseas? And don’t get me started on Kim Namjoon.” He has his fingers out and ready to list all the other guys in the office who’ve expressed some sort of interest in you, but he decides against it when he sees you glaring back at him. Wise man.

You’d love to know why he’s so familiar with your nonexistent office dating history.

“Okay, I get it. I’ve been asked out a fair amount,” you sigh. “But it doesn’t really count if they aren’t the right person.”

That earns you a soft head tilt from the boy. You swear he’s a puppy. “Oh? Miss Y/N has a type?”

When you think about it, a few of the guys who’ve asked out were your type—smart, funny, hardworking—and yet you still said no. They’ve never hand-delivered meeting notes and chamomile tea when you were out sick, never walked you to your car, never given you something to look forward to at work, and never known your favorite animal. They’ve never made you want them the way you want a certain someone else.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a type.” It’s a person. The person who makes you feel so safe and cared for. The person who has feelings for another girl. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

You don’t like being vague, but saying any more than that would only set you up for heartbreak. He can’t hurt you if you stay silent.

As the elevator continues to count down, Jungkook leans against the railing, arms crossed and head down. He’s awfully quiet for someone who always feels the need to say something silly until you laugh.

“What if I told you there’s one more person in the office who’s interested in you?” he asks just before the elevator arrives on the first floor.

The door slides open but neither of you steps out, so it closes back up.

You blink at the boy. First you learn Jungkook has a crush on someone, and now someone suddenly has a crush on you? Your brain genuinely doesn’t know what to do with all this information.

You’d ask who your secret admirer is, but it doesn’t matter. You’d only say yes to one person in this office, and his feelings lie elsewhere. Maybe he’s just trying to set you up with another guy who can walk you to your car. It’s not like the two of you would be able to keep up that tradition once he’s committed to someone else.

You’d rather walk alone at that point.

“A workplace romance sounds cool and all.” You point at the book in Jungkook’s hand while trying to keep a light tone. “But it’s just not for me. You know what I mean?”

He nods with a chuckle as the two of you finally clear out of the elevator. “Based on my history here, it’s probably not for me either.”

You know he’s poking fun at himself, but you hope he doesn’t actually feel that way about himself. He still needs to ask his girl out, and he can’t chicken out now. As the person he’s confided in about his feelings, it’s your job to shower him with encouragement and support. You’ll have to wait until you’re back online, though.

On the way to your car, the office romance conversation has been completely dropped. You ramble on about your sudden craving for tacos, and he claims he makes a “mean taco salad” before sending you a screenshot of the recipe no one asked for. You’ll try it when you get home.

Like always, he leans against your car door as you buckle yourself in. This time, he even tugs on the seatbelt like amusement park workers do before sending you off on a roller coaster. As gentle as he is, it stings where the tips of his fingers graze your shoulder. That feeling lingers even after the door closes.

Jungkook wasn’t lying, you think to yourself as you munch away at his definition of a “mean taco salad.” Your first instinct is to text him about it, but your second one is to silence your phone and cozy up for the night. After your shower, you have another staredown with the pretty lingerie set. At this rate, no one’s going to see you in it, so you might as well wear it and look cute for yourself. 

It’s a little more see-through than you’re normally comfortable with, but the soft silky champagne accents make your body glow. To complete the look, you throw on a short skimpy robe with a baby pink floral pattern. Perhaps you’re being extra for a quiet night in with your cat and a cup of chamomile tea. But it’s what you need right now because you’re desperately searching for something to comfort and distract you from that dang feeling Jungkook left you with. 

It also couldn’t hurt to play a few games without Jklmnop. Maybe you’ll get lucky with the whale shark gun today.

Unfortunately, there’s still no whale shark gun in your shop, but at least Jungkook isn’t online yet. The four games you play without him go really well stat-wise. You’re the team MVP for half those games—something you hadn’t achieved all weekend with Jklmnop on your team. He’s a great friend but the kind of ally who will intentionally blind you so he can make you quake in your boots and steal your kill in the process. He’s lucky he hasn’t let you die while fucking around like that. Still, you can’t remember the last time you had that much fun in your matches.

As you review the summary of game #4, a notification pops up in the top corner of your screen.

[Jklmnop is online!]

“wanna carry me to radiant?” he DMs you right away and sends you an invite.

“no,” you type as you join his party.

“what if i trade you my whale shark gun?”

“fine”

The first thing you do when you spawn into the match is demand the whale shark gun. You put your baseball bat to his head, waiting for him to keep his end of the bargain. The boy drops the gun in front of you and backs away slowly.

“It’s cute that you like that skin so much,” he chuckles into his mic. When you hear his voice, you feel like an idiot for convincing yourself that Jklmnop and Jeon Jungkook weren’t the same person. There’s no mistaking that that’s the calm and flirty voice that has haunted you every day at work for the past year. Does it make you an asshole for wholeheartedly believing your local fuck boy friend wasn’t capable of developing real feelings for someone in the office? Probably, but you intend on redeeming yourself by sending him your full support in the love department. You’re just waiting for him to bring it up.

Twenty kills and one stolen ace later, Jungkook still hasn’t said anything about the mysterious You-know-who—which is weird, considering he wouldn’t shut up all weekend about how she’s “soft like a kitten” but “one that won’t hesitate to bring the claws out.” Who is this girl, and what has she done to Jungkook? He’s become a total cheeseball. And you can’t think of a single person in the office who fits his cheesy description.

“any update on youknowwho about youknowwhat?” you type between rounds.

Jungkook’s character paces back and forth in the snow even after the round begins. The three other members of your team starts following him like ducklings without knowing the context. You watch from afar as they get sniped down one by one until you’re the last one alive.

Usually in 1v5 situations like this, you’re great at keeping your cool and isolating your duels so you aren’t overwhelmed by an ambush. But instead of listening for footsteps and directional cues, you’re listening hard for the boy’s response to your question.

“Clutch this and I’ll give you an update on You-know-who,” he says after you cut the enemy team’s numbers down to one. All you have to do now is plant the bomb and wait for the last person to come out to start defusing. That’s when you’ll swoop in and—

Your character falls face first into the snow. You’ve been knifed from behind, which loses you the round but earns you an evil snicker from Jungkook.

At the start of the next round, you wait once more for the boy to trade his gun with you. But instead, he just stands there, clutching onto the weapon while the rest of the team rushes onto the site to plant the bomb.

“I’ve decided not to ask her out,” he says out of nowhere. “We have this wholesome thing between us, and it’s best if we keep it that way.”

“what makes you say that?” you type before joining up with the others on site. As far as you know, Jungkook isn’t wholesome with any coworker. Except you, maybe. He must have some other strange definition of wholesome.

“Let’s just say I read a whole ass book tonight about a workplace romance and realized I’m not cut out for it.” He really read your book. No. He devoured it. Why does that mean the absolute world to you? “She’s seen me going on date after date, and now I’m pretty sure I’ve scared her away from wanting any part of that.”

He’s not wrong. You used to feel the same way about him, so you understand why he has his reservations. But if that girl knew how much he’d cherish their relationship the way he cherishes your friendship with him, you know she’d fall for him too. There’s no doubt in your mind about that. It’s just a matter of him vocalizing it.

“i still think you should be upfront with her about your feelings,” you type away as you get headshot from who knows where. 

“She can’t hurt me if I stay silent,” Jungkook hums as he runs toward the ticking bomb and crouches in front of it. It looks like he’s trying to defuse the bomb that your own team planted, but it explodes in his face before you have time to correct him.

“gj,” one of your teammates puts in the chat even though everyone watching knows it was not a “good job.” The only silver lining is that he secured the win for your team. You don’t feel like playing anymore, anyway.

Before you log off for the night, you start typing out some long motivational speech along with your top ten reasons as to why Jungkook would make an excellent boyfriend. He’d try new things with you, share some of his favorite things with you, make sure you’re safe, and tease you until the end of time while making you feel so so loved. You know this because it’s what he’s done with you for the past year. But the more you think about it, the more you realize it’s not your place to say all of that from behind a screen with your mic on mute.

You end up deleting your whole spiel and settle for a simple “good night😴” to the boy from your gaming account. Then you get back on your phone.

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “It was indeed a mean taco salad”

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “Btw did you finish the book?👀”

Jungkook🥴 [11:48PM] “Finished it in 4 hours😌”

Y/N🦈 [11:49PM] “Wanna drop it off to me now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:49PM] “Now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:50PM] “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “Yes but my cat can’t fall asleep without his bedtime story”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “🥺”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “^^^My cat”

Jungkook🥴 [11:54PM] “omw”

The boy knocks on your door a few minutes later and does a horrible job of keeping his eyes above shoulder level. It doesn’t occur to you that your chest and ass are hanging out of your robe until the chilly air hits those spots.

“All dressed up for your night with Lauren Christina?” he says casually, handing the book back to you in mint condition.

“I thought you said Christina Lauren doesn’t care about my lingerie.” You cross your arms over your chest like it was totally intentional to answer the door in the bare minimum. Jungkook’s sleepwear, on the other hand, looks super cozy. And of fucking course he’s hot as hell in something as simple as sweats and a hoodie. A boy like him doesn’t have to put in any thought or effort to look cute.

“I stand by what I said.” He stares at your exposed skin in an almost lustful manner. Almost. “It’s cold out. You should go crawl back in bed and read your cat his bedtime story. Or do you need me to tuck him in, too?”

“He is quite needy,” you play along. Too bad he’s already fast asleep, all curled up on the couch. You wouldn’t mind if Jungkook tucked you in, though.

“Well tell your needy cat I said goodnight.” He takes a step back toward his car, but you know he must realize you didn’t call him all the way over here just for your cat’s sake.

“Jungkook,” you call out while flipping through the book. Once you find the bookmark wedged in the middle, you extend it to him like a peace offering.

He accepts the bookmark albeit with a puzzled expression. “Is this gratuity for delivering your book at this late hour?”

You shake your head. “It’s gratuity for lending me your whale shark gun all the time.”

“Whale shark gun?” He grips the bookmark by the dorsal fin and holds it like a pistol. It’s aimed at your left breast (or heart) (but breast sounds more accurate).

“The one from the Gentle Giants collection,” you say softly as you rub your arms because holy shit is it cold out. “In Valoranch.”

The wheels in his head start to turn as you pull him inside and toward your “work from home” setup in the living room. Your desk is pretty empty aside from the pastel headset, the cute dolphin Pokémon on your desktop wallpaper, and a cold cup of tea. 

Then he spots the little Valoranch shortcut on the far left corner of your screen. “Wait, you really play Valoranch? What’s your username?”

Instead of telling him, you show him with the help of your book. Your index finger slides across the bookcover from the C in Christina to the L in Lauren.

His eyes widen like a naughty cat caught doing something it shouldn’t be doing.

“Then that means you know about…” He pauses because he dare not repeat his feelings for another coworker in front of you.

You nod. “But I didn’t realize it was you until I overheard you talking about it with the guys earlier today.”

“My voice and backstory didn’t give it away?” 

“It definitely sounded like you.” You plop into your chair and start spinning around so he can’t get a clear view of your face. “But how was I supposed to know you had feelings for someone in our office? I still don’t know who she is, by the way.”

“You don’t?” Your childlike spins are interrupted by a steady hand. From the corner of your eye, you can see the boy’s face transition from doomed to amused. Good. He shouldn’t beat himself up over the bizarre situation.

“Nope.” At least you don’t have a specific face to imagine being next to Jungkook’s on those corny holiday cards that couples and families love to hand out around the office this time of year. “Regardless, you need to stop chickening out and just tell her how you feel already. If she knows you the way I know you, I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

The thing is, you don’t know if anyone else has been on the receiving end of the kinds of things Jungkook does for you. Does he show that side to anyone else but you?

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’ll do it.” He sits himself down beside the cat on the couch. “But only if you can figure out who it is.”

You give him a tiny nod for him to drop some hints. Of course you’ll lend an ear and play along if that’s what it takes for him to be more open about his feelings. Besides, you can’t say no when his voice is so soft and fragile like that. 

“She’s on the design team.” Your team is fairly small, so that narrows it down to names and faces you’d actually recognize.

“She has the most complex coffee order I’ve ever seen.” More complex than yours?

“I impulse-bought that whale shark gun because it reminds me of her.” Someone else has good taste in endangered marine life.

“My second job includes walking her to her car after work and pretending to be her hottie boyfriend.” Wait.

“And lastly, in case all of those other hints weren’t obvious enough, she has a needy cat who’s obsessed with Christina Lauren.” He strokes between your needy kitty’s ears and tucks the little guy in under a blanket. What a lucky cat. 

Jungkook only stops with the wholesome shit when you climb into his lap and press your lips into his jawline. On instinct, he slips beneath your robe and grabs you at the waist with those gentle hands of his. He smells of cardamom and cedarwood, like the candle you burn on cold nights when fluffy blankets aren’t enough. And like a moth, you’re attracted to the light and warmth he radiates in the dimness of your home. Even if it means you might get burned.

“Congratulations, you finally got the name right.” You stick your tongue out while your nails comb their way through the locks of hair at the back of his neck. He locks eyes with you, leaning ever so slightly into the massage the way cats do when they need more attention.

And then your lips meet his. You expect the guy who’s locked lips with everyone in the office to get straight to the point and not hold back, but that isn’t the case. What he gives you instead is a soft graze, an affectionate tease. When you try to go in for another taste, he pulls back and lets you chase him. You’d love nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face with another kiss.

“I thought you said you weren’t down to date a coworker?” Smartass. You wouldn’t be sitting on top of his cock if you weren’t down to be more intimate with him.

“That only applies to everyone except you.” Your robe slides off your shoulder as you poke him in the chest. Funny how you aren’t cold anymore.

“What makes me so special?” he asks while getting a sneak peek of the pretty lingerie you’d secretly hoped he’d see on you.

You think about all the little things he does—he walks with you, reads your book recommendations, takes note of your favorite animals and coffee shops. And he never expects anything in return, including your feelings apparently. He just wants to make sure you feel seen and know he always has your back. When he’s too chicken to be upfront about his feelings, you’ve come to realize this is his love language. 

“You might be open about all the sleeping around you do with other people, but the subtle thoughtful things you do just for me don’t go unnoticed.” You run your fingers along his cheek and bring your lips within striking distance from his. This time, he doesn’t initiate another chase and allows you to press your words into his mouth. “Plus I think it’s really cute that you use the whale shark skin in-game because of me.”

“That’s when I knew I was down bad.” The sound he makes is somewhere between a chuckle and an embarrassed sigh. “I didn’t even know you played that game and yet my mind was still finding ways to connect everything back to you and your little quirks.”

“I knew I was down bad when I installed that game after hearing you raging about it with the boys,” you blurt out of nowhere.

“You did what, Y/N?”

“I started playing that headache of a game because of you, okay? I wholeheartedly believed I was taking that secret to the grave, but now it stays between you and me. Got it?” Your face feels hot, but you aren’t complaining.

“Yes, ma’am.” His teasing grin will never get old, and you love that about him.

In the heat of another kiss, you feel Jungkook tug on the silky sash at your waist. Your robe opens up like curtains being drawn for a grand reveal. Exposed as you are, there’s no need to hide anymore. In fact, you’d be more than down to have sex out in the open on the couch, but you also have to consider the innocent kitten sleeping next to you.

Like the considerate boy he is, Jungkook scoops you up without disturbing the cat and makes his way to your bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and eyes your body from head to toe. If he wasn’t giving you horny eyes when you greeted him at the door, he definitely is now.

“Am I gonna get you in trouble for keeping you up past your bedtime?” He saves time by tearing his hoodie and t-shirt off in one go. Based on those abs, you suppose working out is another one of his favorite pastimes alongside sex, gaming, and fucking around with you.

“No.” You reach for his body and pull him on top of you. The large bulge tucked away in his sweatpants catches your attention. “But I might be a little sore for tomorrow.”

“Oh? Is that how you like it?” He rubs two fingers against the thin fabric between your legs to test the waters. Your body shudders and tenses up from the tiniest of touches. Given the dry spell you’ve suffered through this year, you know it won’t take much for you to lose it. “Sure you can handle it?”

“Try me.” You push back with your tongue in his mouth and help him out of his sweats. You’re one swipe away from clawing his boxers off, but he grabs ahold of your wrists and pins you against the pillows.

“Someone’s awfully eager,” he says as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your breasts. You squirm under his hot breath, asking for more contact—anywhere on your body will do.

“Yeah, well, we do have another meeting bright and early tomorrow morning, and it’d look bad if we both fell asleep during it because we were up all night having—” Your rambling is interrupted by the boy’s cock staring you down. He tears open a square packet, but you swipe it away and slide it down his length. You don’t mind a bit of rubber if it gives you an excuse to get your paws on him.

In return, he helps you wiggle out of your teeny tiny thong and bra. His hands waste no time in squeezing your breasts and fingering you down below to make sure you’re wet enough. (Spoiler alert: You most definitely are.)

As big as he is, he slides in with relative ease thanks to how desperately you need him inside you. He fills you in perfectly, too, reaffirming the fact that you and him are perfect for one another. Fuck everyone who thinks otherwise.

You dig your long nails into his arms as he moves in and out of you. If he keeps going harder with every thrust, you’re gonna have a difficult time holding on.

“I swear your nails are like cat claws,” he grunts into your ear but makes no actual effort to extract your nails from his arms.

“If I recall correctly, you did refer to me as a soft kitten who isn’t afraid to bring her claws out,” you hum up at him.

“Hey, let’s not talk about all the sappy things I said in-game right now.” There’s a hint of poutiness in his otherwise raspy bedroom voice. As punishment for teasing him, he flips you over onto your knees to give him the best view of your ass. “You weren’t supposed to hear that stuff.”

“Tell me something I’m supposed to hear,” you challenge him as he gives your ass a good squeeze. His fingers dip back between your legs and circle your clit a few times. You body rubs back on instinct like a horny pup against a toy.

“I would like to formally ask you out,” he says with his hands at your hips and his cock back inside you. "Will you go out with me?"

“You're a little late, buddy, but yes, I’ll go out with you,” you chuckle until your orgasm sneaks up on you and hits you like a truck. The moans you let out are probably loud enough to wake the cat, but that just means the two of you will have to relocate the next time you have sex. Perhaps his place or the office breakroom might be worth considering. 

Your arms give out as you tighten around him, so you lower your face to the pillow and let the boy do as he pleases to your body to get his release. After a few more strong thrusts, he gasps your name out in pleasure and pulls out of you. You give him a good ten seconds to catch his breath before you smother him with a million kisses.

You take a glance at the time on your phone. It’s getting awfully late, and you do have that meeting in the morning, but the two of you have a few options:

A) Cuddle in bed and go to sleep like normal 9-5ers.

B) Hop online and play a few games together because your computer’s still on.

C) Go another round and make a special coffee run before the meeting.

None of those options sound like a bad idea when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook to do them with. All he has to do is say the word and you're down.

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"The cameras are nowhere to be found, but he still feels watched. Exposed. Vulnerable. Like he’s crossing some invisible line, looking into Erin’s doe eyes and telling her all about his ex." or: something definitely happened when erin and pete went out for burgers in 9x02. featuring flirting, pining, and a whole lotta romantic angst.

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