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bro jungkook saying "to fuck or to get fucked" woke smthin in me😯 and its like 9am, im gonna be thinking about this fic for the rest of the day 😭😭

the way u use italics is just❣ chefs kiss, it adds sm movement and impact to the words. and i read everything in one sitting :o i mean from this first chapter alone, we get to see, kinda alot. the setting of the story is so naturally written in, and honestly wtf, the idea ??? its so??/pos i mean i never knew i needed that in my life

the mc wanting to read the contract but signing it right away after seeing the pay😭😭😭😭 HONESTLY SAME??

also the smut was rlly hot, like, rlly rlly hot,

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ot7 series ( 1 ) ━━━━ jeon jungkook

part of the office hours series

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ↬ being an office worker is not bad. and your new job happens to confirm that; when it seems your first day couldn’t get any better, your new coworker comes up with an unexpected proposal. “unexpected” for you, but not for him. maybe you should have read the clause at end of your contract…

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ mature ( s )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ staff accountant!jeon jungkook x finance manager!reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ↬ SMUT!, discussion of sex, sex in public place, oral sex (m receiving), deep throat, face fucking, dirty talk (jungkook seems shy but has a dirty mouth 🫢), light slapping, praising, some tension. an ounce of yoongi x reader 🤌🏻. mention of make x male action.

not entirely proof read, so please be aware of possible grammar mistakes :)

With a small sigh leaving your lips, you let yourself lean back in the black, leather chair, allowing your neck to crank over so you could admire the view behind you; immensely tall buildings stood proudly, making it almost impossible to catch a sight of greenery between the avenues. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel light hearted at the – what people would have considered – shallow, boring view.

Especially since you could see it from your brand new office, and although it was the first time you put foot inside of it, you felt like it was your second home already; your mind wandered on how you could decorate it, plants and art works scattered around the place, without straying too much from the image of the company. At least, that’s what one of your coworkers recommended you to do, along side a series of…interesting things.

Although you were too excited to enter your office to register what he was telling you. (You should have, perhaps.)

But how could you? The thrill of being the new finance manager of the SKim cosmetics was almost too unbearable for you. Reason why you immediately ran to your office, preferring to leave new acquaintances for last.

Much to your liking, the company was a launching, yet already successful, machine of cosmetics and fragrances that seemed to create a large profit everyday; even if you were writing your very first financial report of the day, you were pleasantly surprised to see how flourishing SKim was. And you were looking forward to see what it could have gave you too.

The immaculate silence of your office – only occasionally broken by your gentle taps on the keyboard – was suddenly interrupted by a knock on your door, making your curious eyes light up towards its direction.

You could see a faint silhouette through the glass door, and only when you squinted your eyes you realised that said figure belonged to a man. You saw him gently opening the door to enter, still hesitant, and that’s when you started gazing up and down his slender body, black slacks covering his legs while a white, slightly opened-button shirt hugged his chest. If it wasn’t for his black blazer, you would have noticed how thin the material of his shirt was – perky nipples protruding against it. Maybe you should have turned up the air conditioning.

“Excuse me,” he said, a frown appearing on his face when he saw you handing tons of papers in your hands. “I hope I’m not interrupting…”

You saw him lowering his gaze, a tight smile appearing on his face as if he was silently apologising. If you weren’t currently studying him in silence, he would have thought you were burning holes in his head by the way you were staring at him. In all honesty, you were just admiring the shininess of his black hair, that seemed to match the light of his doe eyes.

“Oh, no worries,” you shrugged him off, placing the papers on your desk. “I was just getting finished.”

At your words, that came kinder than you intended, his tight smile loosened, this time genuinely grinning at you.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion, really. But when I’ve heard we had a new finance manager in the company and their office was right attached to mine, I couldn’t help but come here to greet you personally!”

You watched him eagerly reaching up to you, walking closer to your desk while he extended a hand towards you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The tenderness of his voice was enough for you to take his hand into your own, shaking it with gentle, yet decisive force.

“It’s great to know you too, Mr Jeon. I’m Y/L/N Y/N. I expect to see you often around here since your office is next to mine, isn’t it?”

The man, whose name you learned was Jungkook, seemed to be happy about your question, his smile slightly turning into a smirk.

“I’m sure I will. I’m a Staff Accountant, so I’ll probably need your help when things become…stressful.”

You couldn’t miss the light chuckle he let out after he spoke, nor the way his eyes moved down your figure, stopping at where you hands met. Or at least that’s what you tried to believe – was it inappropriate to say you thought, even for just a second, that he was checking you out?

“Certainly, Mr Jeon. I’ll be happy to help wherever I could.” you simply stated. He left the grip on your hand, but his smile didn’t falter.

“Fantastic!” he exclaimed, and you chuckled alongside him. “And please, drop the formalities. No one calls me Mr Jeon, I’m one of the youngest here. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

You were expecting him to add a chuckle at the end of his words, but his expression turned serious in a matter of seconds, his hands now finding the pockets of his trousers. Perhaps it was the fact that you were sitting and he was standing tall in front of you, but you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by how firm his posture was. If it wasn’t for the small, probably not so conscious, pout on his lips, you would have found him overawing even.

“And if you have any question, don’t hesitate to ask me.” he said, and his serious demeanour changed back into a welcoming expression. “Maybe in front of a nice served lunch?”

“Oh, that would be lovely.” you told him with a smile. “But I already packed my lunch for today, can’t betray my homemade pasta. Maybe another time?”

“Ah, that’s a shame.” You watched as he frowned slightly at your words, recomposing almost immediately. “I hoped to ask your preferences as soon as possible, but next time will do.”

Your…what?

You tried not to show your confusion at his choice of words, but your expression failed you before you could stop it.

“My– sorry, my preferences, you said?”

“Yes?” he asked, as if he couldn’t understand the reason of your puzzlement. “If you prefer, you know…to fuck or to be fucked.”

…What?

“I…don’t understand?” Now you couldn’t hide the astonishment on your face, and unluckily for you, Jungkook seemed to notice that almost immediately.

“Didn’t the contract include the P2P? That’s impossible…” he mumbled to himself, but you were quick to interrupt him.

“PT2? What are you talking about?” you asked, almost too loudly, earning a surprised look from Jungkook.

“Y/N,” he called you in a serious tone. “Tell me you read the contract before signing it.”

Definitely, yes. You were always serious when it came to accepting new jobs – especially those who pay a great amount of money and give you ulterior benefits. But not even the most composed of workers could contain their excitement at the sight of multiple zeros in their pay checks, so who were you to not do the same thing?

Still, you should have probably kept reading instead of deliberately ignoring the rest of the contract. (The power of money, maybe.)

You didn’t realise you were holding a bewildered look on your face until your eyes met Jungkook, whose expression changed into a frown. You even heard him curse under his breath, but before you could say anything, he stopped you.

“That’s okay,” he stated “It’s not like I did it myself, the pay was enough for me to accept the job right away.”

He tried to comfort you somehow, stepping closer to where you were sitting. “I suppose I should fill you in some more, then.”

He took the liberty to sit on your desk, his body now much closer to yours while he explained what you did miss. Which was a lot.

“Our CEO recently adopted this new strategy– well, not recently, it was three years ago at least…” he ranted, and you smiled at his attempt to explain himself better “anyways, he thought of a new way to create a stronger bond between us coworkers. In different ways, depending on the situation of course.”

“And that’s called…P2P?” you asked him and he nodded in response.

“Peer to Peer therapy, yes. No labels, no boundaries, no shame. If you need anything, just go to your office neighbour and ask them to blow your back out. Or the other way around, if you prefer.”

“So no one is off limits?” you asked, and when he eagerly nodded you let out a sigh. Thank God you weren’t in a relationship.

“That’s what is stipulated in the contract. But please, keep in mind that even if you gave your total consent by signing up the contract, no one is allowed to do anything that you don’t want. They should always ask you first, the same goes for you when you’re the one who initiates. Consent and respect run this company, after all.”

His words, although he was repeating them like a previously written script, made you feel more at ease with the whole situation. Even if you couldn’t help the small, barely audible voice in your head that screamed ‘What the fuck?’ over and over.

You decided to ignore it for now.

“So basically I can walk to any coworker and ask them to fuck the stress out of me, that’s it?”

Jungkook chuckled at your crude words, dictated by the shock of his revelation. Again, that seemed more like your problem, since you were too much of a money chaser to even notice the most important thing in your contract.

“Pretty much, yes. And I suppose a lot of people will reach out to you. It won’t be hard since, you know…you’re quite beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle leaving your lips at his praise, shaking your head in disbelief. Were you sure that you weren’t just imagining to hear things? Were you really this horny or the sight of the man in front of you made your mind wander too much?

“You too?”

You didn’t know where you found the courage to ask that, although the tone of your voice was as playful and teasing as the expression on his face.

“I just might.” he admitted, staring into your eyes while his teeth played with his lower lip.

You stayed like that for a while, and you wondered if you should have remained sit or try this Peer to Peer therapy right away with him.

You decided to keep still, and Jungkook noticed it. “Ah well,” he said, getting up from your desk “I should probably go back to work now. If you need me…”

“I’ll come to you.” you continued, earning a smile from him.

“And so will I.”

With a playful wink and – what you recognised – his signature smirk, he exited your office. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your extremely, unholy thoughts.

No matter how much you tried to process it, you just couldn’t take in what just happened; but whatever you put yourself into, you decided not to waste your time at questioning if it was ethically right or not.

Maybe, you could have given it a try. Even if just for once.

Mr Jeon Jungkook seemed to leave a good impression on you. It was rather him or the absurdity of the situation he so eagerly explained to you. Yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about your previous encounter.

And now you were considering if you should have wasted the almost end of lunch break eating your still intact pasta, or maybe have a look around the other offices.

Thankfully, your stomach seemed to deny every form of food at that moment, while your head repeatedly told you to remain still and focused on your job. And your emotions – well, mostly the horniness – told you to take a better look at your work environment. Alas, your possibly hot coworkers.

Opting for throwing your lunch in a bin, you didn’t even bother to take your stuff with you before leaving your already beloved office.

And soon, you were met with a sight that competed with the one in front of your office; people walked, and ran, all around the place, phones and papers in their hands while wearing their elegant, yet casual attire that made them look more attractive for some reason. They moved so fast, almost not caring if they bumped against one another. And if they did, they simply excused and smiled at each other.

A smile that hid so much more behind it. You recognised it immediately because well…it was the same smile Jungkook gave you. Charming, anticipating, one of those smiles that leaves you with chills. And makes you crave more.

You took a better look at those who were sitting in their desks, their expression focused on their job, while some others chatted happily to one another. You even saw a pair eyeing each other from two different desks, and shamelessly getting up from their seats at the same time, fast heading to the same direction.

You unconsciously gulped at the thought of them going to find a private place to entertain themselves. But a small part of your brain thought you were maybe exaggerating; even if Jungkook mentioned how ordinary the whole P2P situation was, it didn’t mean everyone just had random sex every single day. Right?

You kept wandering around the place, curiously gazing inside some offices, and you realised how light the air was. As if everyone seemed genuinely happy to be at work.

But at the same time, you couldn’t help but occasionally feel a certain heaviness around you. Not in a bad way, which was why you were already addicted to it; were you too horny or when you entered the place, the very first time, you mindlessly ignored the smell of sex in the air?

The more you walked around, the more you realised the stares others were giving you; mostly because you were a new face, but you were aware it was because you were fascinating in their eyes.

‘I suppose a lot of people will reach out to you.’ Jungkook told you.

But was it really that easy? All you needed to do was just go to a random coworker and ask them to fuck?

The most deprived part of you was thrilled by the thought, but a more self-aware one stopped you from asking a total stranger to fuck the horniness out from your body.

Maybe you should have listened to Jungkook? Just go find him and ask for a hand, or something more?

Perhaps you could have waited if someone came to you instead? Rightfully hoping they were at least as hot as your office neighbour.

“Hey!” suddenly, you were startled by a loud call, later noticing an elegantly dressed man in front of you. Where the hell did he appear from?

And how the hell was he so incredibly handsome?

Even if he shouted, his voice was deep and dark, surprisingly matching with the feline shape of his black eyes. Every single one of his perfectly caved features reminded you of a cat, especially the blankness of his expression.

You didn’t try to hide your shameless staring, but for some reason he didn’t seem to notice. Wait, wasn’t he just calling out for you just a few seconds ago?

“Hey,” he called again, this time less loudly, and definitely not looking at you. But behind you, instead. “Jeon Jungkook.”

Maybe not.

You slightly widened your eyes when you recognised said name, and you immediately turned your head only to find the one and only Jungkook in front of you.

Although being called, he took a moment to look back at you, equally surprised but still thrilled by your presence. And his gaze was so intense that you completely missed the way the other man eyed between the two of you, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Yes, Yoongi hyung?” he acknowledged the other, who apparently was older than him.

The man named Yoongi sighed at Jungkook, the look on his eyes eager to dismiss him as soon as possible.

“Conference room 101. In–”

“In 15 minutes, I already know.” Jungkook continued and the other man seemed annoyed by his interruption. The youngest, however, didn’t seem to mind.

“Then try not to be late.” he suggested, although it seemed more like a proper command. “You wouldn’t do that after I came here personally to tell you, right?”

You heard him mumble some words in his breath, and you swore you heard him saying something about how incompetent his secretary was and how he was the one doing their work.

And as if his cold tone wasn’t enough, his eyes wandered again between Jungkook and you, but this time he took some more time to look at you. The term look was an understatement though, since he was scrutinising you, scanning you from head to toe.

And then, as if he grew bored of your presence, he walked off. Leaving you speechless.

If he wasn’t for the sound coming from Jungkook’s mouth, similar to a frustrated sigh, you would have remained frozen in your place.

“He’s terrifying, isn’t him?” he asked, and you turned to look at him. Your dumbfounded expression answered Jungkook’s question, and he nudged you with his elbow.

“Hey, at least you’re not the one who has to present a new financial project in front of Min Yoongi himself.” he tried to make you laugh, but by his face failed to hide his nervousness.

“Don’t tell me I just met the CEO of this company?” you asked, widening your eyes at the thought.

He smiled at your preoccupied tone, shaking his head. “Definitely not, he could have been, though. He has the looks for it. But he’s a Project Manager so he still has power here.”

You nodded at his words, silently releasing a deep breath after acknowledging he wasn’t the CEO, although he still held a lot of power.

“That’s why I’m a little anxious, to be honest. It’s not like I want to screw everything in front of him…or the others, for all that it matters.”

You saw him rubbing the nape of his neck, and you realised it was a sign that he was, in fact, really nervous. Your face softened when you noticed the distress on his face, his pout accentuating even more.

And in that moment, you wanted to do anything to make him feel better.

“Is there…do you want me to help you out?” you tried to find the right words, and you almost slapped your face at how desperate your tone was. As if you were asking him to help you out instead.

He widened his eyes at your question, blinking a few times as if he couldn’t believe your sudden change of behaviour.

“I…well, I guess it would be helpful if someone reviewed my papers, especially a finance manager but…”

“Uhm, yes…I believe I could,” you interrupted him “Although 15 minutes is a short amount of time.”

“Depends on the situation.” he said, the dark tone of his voice clearly hinting to something else.

“Such as?” you asked in the same tone, faking a pensive expression. He let out a soft but quick chuckle, his body walking closer to yours, almost touching you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” he stated, and you felt unease while staring at his pitch black eyes.

“Mhm,” you wondered, fighting the urge to look away from his piercing gaze “that can be arranged…somehow.”

You were certain a lot of things would have happened on your first day of work; yet, you would have laughed out loud if someone told you you would have found yourself on your knees in an empty office, hands fidgeting with your coworker’s pants.

You would have indeed laughed out loud, if someone told you you would have been on your knees for someone as attractive as Jungkook, who happened to be your office neighbour.

“Fuck, okay” he grunted, seeing you eagerly trying to take his pants off. “Are you one hundred percent sure?”

You murmured a strings of curses while trying to strip him, his already hard bulge tightening the soft material of his trousers, making it harder for you to take it off. “I’m sure, Jungkook. Are you sure?” you asked as well, and he nodded as eagerly as you.

“Fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer…”

“Then help me out, will you?” you gave him a teasing smile, and that was enough for him to quickly move his hands on his belt, while you started to palm his now rock hard cock.

“Shit, Y/N…” he moaned out and you pressed harder against him, urging him to lower his pants.

It didn’t take long before you were almost hit in the face by his long, hard cock – a sight you never knew you needed, but you definitely craved. You didn’t even realise your mouth was slightly open, admiring his cock in all its glory.

“Are you going to do something about it, baby?” this time, he was the one teasing you and you felt butterflies in your stomach when your eyes met his lustful, yet needy gaze.

You wanted to say something snarky at him, maybe even tease him without putting your mouth on him yet, but you had too little time for that. Other than you being too eager.

With your eyes still focused on his, you took his cock by the base, enjoying its heaviness and you immediately started to place kitten licks on the swollen head, savouring his meaty, yet already addicting taste. At the action, Jungkook threw his head back, hitting the wall behind him while his hand immediately found your hair.

You couldn’t help but leave mouth-opened kisses all over his length, one of your hands moving up and down in the meanwhile. Throaty whimpers left his mouth, and the sound, mixed with his taste, made you moan against him.

That was enough for him to buckle his hips against your mouth, a not-so gentle invitation to put him inside you. And who were you to deny him? You already lost all the safe control you gathered during your life as soon as he pushed you inside the empty office.

So, without wasting time, you spit on the head, allowing your mouth to invite his cock inside, moving lower, and lower, and lower. You tried to fight the urge to choke on him, too focused on taking him till the hilt.

And till the hilt you took him, making him moan out loud in pleasure.

“Oh fuck! I wasn’t expecting th– fuck, you’re so good…”

The way you bobbed your head up and down in concentration made Jungkook’s body go on fire; you could sense it by the way his thighs shook, by how tight his grip on your hair was and how loud his grunts and whimpers were.

“Fuck that’s it, baby…suck me off like that.” he said, slightly fucking into your mouth, earning a whine from you. “Shit, you liked that baby? You want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded against him, and he harshly grabbed you by the hair before making you look at him. Your eyes widened at his fucked out expression, his hair now messy and face covered in sweat, the redness of his cheeks trailing down his neck. He looked absolutely ravishing. Absolutely perfect.

“Look at me when I fuck your mouth.” he ordered, and you were too quick at obeying him. “Don’t fucking–” he interrupted, slightly slapping your cheek “look away, got it?”

You immediately nodded, biting your lower lip and he groaned. “My good girl.”

And just like that, he bucked his hips against your mouth, his cock now finding home inside you once again while you worked on him. His thrusts were as harsh as the grip on your hair, and you barely managed to breath through your nose. But it felt so fucking good. And it aroused you to no end. Especially hearing the sound of his loud moans echoing in the empty office, mixed with the wetness of your mouth in contact with his cock.

“Fuck, you’re really going for it, huh?” he grunted, interrupted by a strings of curses. “Sucking me off like the meeting starts in five minutes…fuck!”

You expertly swirled your tongue around his length, the wet sounds mixing with his dirty words, making you fastening your movements.

“Fuck yes, take it…take it, baby.” you looked up at his face, and noticed his eyes were half closed, his pouty mouth open in ecstasy and sweat glowing on his face.

Just hearing the soft, yet desperate sounds coming from his lips made you shiver, feeling a sense of heat pervading the area between your thighs.

You couldn’t possibly have expected him to have such a dirty mouth, his crude words urging you to please him as much as you could. You knew he was doing it so he could have reached his high as fast as possible, but a little part of you hoped that his preasing was sincere.

“Such a good girl,” he moaned, faltering his movements, a sign the he was about to finish.

“My.Good.Girl.” he punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, making you choke against him while your hand found his balls. All you needed to do was toy with them a little, before he stopped his movements, his thighs shaking in utter pleasure.

You realised it was your moment to show how much you truly wanted to help him, your head bobbing up and down his length as if the sinful action was enough to distress him.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes– suck me off like this, fuck you’re so fucking good yes!”

It ended up being more than enough, because you only needed to move your head even faster, your tongue slightly playing with his frenulum, while your hands pressed against his balls.

“Fuck– yeah, I’m gonna– I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming!” And you heard him hiss in pleasure, his borderline pornographic moans getting louder while he exploded into your warm, welcoming mouth.

You felt him trying to slightly push your head away, some part of him wanting to paint your face white instead, but manly because you just kept going on. Relentlessly licking him clean and swallowing his seed as if he was the most delicious of meals. (Well, he probably was.)

He noticed the tears slowly flowing down your cheeks, knowing for certain that his cock might have left your throat bruised. Not that you didn’t like it, of course. You would have done it again if that meant seeing Jungkook in such a desperate state.

“Okay baby, fuck, fuck– Y/N!” he called your name when he realised you just kept going, his cock now soft in your mouth while you overstimulated him. “Shit, I’m so sensitive…”

You heard him whimper, and your movements finally came to a stop, letting his meaty length leave your mouth. You watched him trying to catch his breath, his chest moving in haste while his head was thrown aback. And you couldn’t help but smile when you noticed a playful smirk on his fucked out face; now more than ever, he looked amazing.

“And you are amazing.” he admitted, and only when he said that you realised you just pronounced your thoughts out loud.

“You’re actually–” you stopped to clean up the sides of your mouth with the palm of your hands – “the first one to tell me that.”

“In this company? Well, I’m glad about that.” he joked sarcastically, and you shook your head with a smirk on your face.

“Yeah, you should feel lucky.” you played along, and he smiled in genuineness while he fixed his pants and shirt.

“I certainly am,” he admitted “might feel a little jealous that someone is going to experience such a mind blowing head from you though.”

You laughed at his words, watching as his eyes glowed in what seemed pure admiration. Or maybe it was still the haze of his previous orgasm.

“Unless…I decide to gatekeep you and have you all by myself.” he whispered, one of his hands reaching up to your hip, making your body slightly press against his.

“Maybe I’ll let you do it,” you wondered “or maybe I should play with you however I want instead.” you added the last part with a whisper, your mouth dangerously close to his ear. If it wasn’t for the sudden closeness, you wouldn’t have realised the piercing hole on his ear, the thought of him wearing it making you crave him even more.

“Fuck…” he licked his lips at your words, his eyes never leaving yours, curiously watching you as you looked down on your watch.

“Didn’t you have a meeting five minutes ago?” you bluntly asked, tilting your head as if you forgot it; of course you didn’t forget the reason why you were in your knees for him just a few minutes before.

“Fuck– What?!” he exclaimed, and the panic on his face made you shamelessly burst into laughter. “Fuckfuckfuck, where is it?”

He left his grip on you, moving around the near-by table, searching for the project he had to present. You heard him exclaim a “Here it is!” before seeing him rushing to the door. His movements, however, stopped suddenly just after his hand found the knob, and turned around to look at you.

“I–” he stopped, and you raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue “Thank you, Y/N. Just…thank you, I really owe you one.”

And although his tone was different, more sincere and kinder than his previous teasing one, you couldn’t help but feel tingles all over your body.

You shrugged him off by giving him a smile and dismissing wave of your hand, and he nodded in appreciation before trying to open the door, struggling to do so.

“You locked it, Jungkook.” you slightly chuckled and he groaned in frustration.

“Fuck, Yoongi hyung is going to kill me…” he mumbled and you rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

You saw him toying with the key, finally opening the door in a quick motion. He checked himself one more time, and when he realised he had everything he needed with him – other than checking if he didn’t look like he just received head – he gave you another thankful look.

“Talk to you soon.” he simply said, and you gave him a motivational smile, trying to making him feel more at ease.

“See you later, Jungkook.” you smiled at him “and if Yoongi gets mad by your delay, just offer him a blowjob.”

You joked, but the black-haired man had no time to react, opting for running towards the Conference Room where he was so longingly awaited.

While you, well…you couldn’t still process what just happened – the only things confirming it were your ruined makeup and the aftertaste of his cum on your mouth. In other situations, you would have felt ashamed, perhaps. But now you were aroused, and every single part of you shivered in anticipation.

You knew accepting this job was a good affair. And now more than ever, you couldn’t wait to see what it would give you further.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ↬ @muffinminnie @yoonallthetime @jnghs @301295rkive @greezenini @anushaackerman @aretha170 @bri-mal @kimtae-123 @aalwaysreading ( for those who aren’t tagged ,, tumblr wouldn’t let me 🥲 )

uhm??? holy shit holy fuck?? THE ENDING HELLO??? the way i gasped when claras parents appeared 😭😭😭 knew mc was fucked.

i mean the story just flows perfectly the only thing i was confused about was clara. like did she die or did she just leave. or maybe both?? maybe i just cant read :O everyone is so human and fleshed out. even namjoon nd jungkook who we only see for like one scene nd never again. everyone feels like they belong in this story😯

i kind of really liked how the mom is the one to seek out mc and bring her to seokjin. and she has a fucking gun as well??? i kinda expected eunbi to be the one to bring mc in, but also out. that the guilt pf brining a pregnant woman to her love straved traumatised son would drive her to help mc escape. but i was so wrong 😭😭

honestly this whole entire story is just so fucking great. mc realising how nice and likeable jin actually is made my fingers tingle a bit ngl. because even though seokjin thinks clara left (or died?? left and then got into a car accident? im not sure lol) he still wants to love and give mc his absolute EVERYTHING and im here for that :0

not the biggest fan of pregnancy trope. but here it just fits perfectly😫😫 nd the pregnant smut hsidnskks AWEEEDKKD i liked it very much :]

AND THE FYCKING ENDING ARE U SHITTING ME. i thought seokjin was gonna either kill, hurt or let mc go. i actually thought eunbi was going to try nd kill mc, cause the secret is out. but no, seokjin REALLY wants mc to stay. and the dialogue we get 😍😫😫😫💕 EUGH SO GOOD

seokjin is so fuckinf deranged at this point and maybe even is starting to love mc? or maybe loves the idea of her staying? i rlly hope its the first one :D for mc's sake,,,,, and mc just wants to leave and shes letting out everything she had kept inside simce she got kidnapped.

awesome story, hope more people reblog nd comment nd just just like :(( ur story deserves more interaction 😔😔🤞

thank u for posting author 💞

fool’s paradise - ksj

𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘭'𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

Summary: You’re approached by a handsome stranger who dotes on you with desperation… it’s almost as if he knew you, but you? You don’t know him.

Pairing: Yandere! Seokjin x F! Reader

Word Count: 8.47k

Warning(s): Obsession, stalking, non-consent touching, pregnant reader, delusional thoughts/actions, manipulation, mentions of death and depression, attempted suicide, a gun, murder, mentions of a car accident resulting in deaths, bit of Stockholm Syndrome, bit of sexism at the very end, SMUT that’s not hot so don’t get too excited, cunnilingus, breeding kink.

A/N: Surprise shawty!! This au was inspired by Pearl Jams’ cover of Last Kiss 🥲 Pls listen to it!! Enjoy :)

Oh, where oh where can my baby be? 

The Lord took her away from me… 

In a bedroom dormant of light, a man sits on a wooden rocking chair, hauntingly abandoned in the corner of the room. Smoke spews from between his plump and dry lips as he sniffles, his eyes heavy, desperately craving sleep, but he stays stubborn, intently staring at the empty crib before him. Wishing for what never will be. 

“Oh, where oh where can my baby be?” He drawls, murmuring lowly whilst his head bows, a finger trailing down a creased photograph where a woman sits on a bench, smiling and beaming with life with her hand pressed against the swell of her growing tummy.  His sob is sudden, but yet gut wrenching. There’s a deep despondency in his voice as he continues to sing, the picture slipping through his fingers just as they did, 

“They’ve gone to heaven so I gotta be good…” 

There’s another sniffle, cutting through the heart-rending melody before the rattle of pills resounds throughout the room. The plastic cup clings against the wooden floor when he purposely drops it, his sobs uncontrollable as he gulps the capsules that are too much and he knows it, but it is what he wants.

He stands, the picture on his lap forgotten, reaching for a wedding ring and a bottle of golden liquor. The man takes a swig when he sits again, sighing deeply whilst longing for the future that no longer existed, so there was no point in existing himself. 

But yet, through his tears, he smiled with a sob, for he believed they weren’t too far, just around the corner and awaiting his return. 

And so he shut his eyes, clinging to the hope that he was reunited with his little family for the rest of forever. 

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‘Minutes pass and those days seem long ago’ or an urge to look back before looking forward

I met Build when I watched KP, I fell in love with Pete after falling in love with Vegas and they saved me from the drama slump I was in at the time. Tired of the same plots and the same 2D characters. I never understood how that Pete could be up to par to Vegas and stop him when I read the novel, but in the series just by looking at Pete’s eyes during the torture scene I knew. I wish I could watch that again and feel the thrill. I hated BOC because of them, because of the 2 min per ep and how they chopped the story, because they never cared for the fans. I had found my favorites and followed them on IG. I became a VP stan in the world I lived in, until I arrived on Twitter and suddenly I was a bubble. It is kinda weird to look back on this, things have changed so much, now bubbles make me upset. 

Soon Biu’s first scandal happened and fights broke everywhere, then the hiatus, the rage and his comeback in the tour. Instead of pushing me away it made me realize he was human and like people I know, like my cousins, my friends. I started to get protective over Build Jakapan Puttha. In the tour, Biu owned the stage, he owned me to be honest. He was the show and I saw my feral friends on twitter trends everyday, fight, lose sleep. I was more casual, I lived in other places like MDL and Discord. At the time I wrote fics, lmao, VP fics, in all of them the heart was Pete...

I watched every live, I remember the best moments and the awkwardness in some of them. I remember the so-called smart guy telling people to add a base to acid if you have an accident in a lab. I work in a lab and I watched that in disbelief. I saw him not know who Lucy was in an interview. I saw how competitive he was, the signs were all there. My luve for Biu only grew stronger. That party at the end of the year was such a happy memory and now all that is shallow and hollow. It did make my day back then, but Biu’s light was definitely not welcome. You won’t see me ever posting or going back there. I respect the past but I’m done with it. 

My heart broke in a million pieces in January, not because of any accusation or anti, but because I feared for his life like my life was on the line. I couldn’t care less about series, ship, clowns, I just wanted my boy safe. When I saw rage in his eyes on the 28th that burned inside me like fire. 4 am and I was watching the live on Youtube with friends I had made over a spaces on Twitter days before. Friends who are still with me today. Those eyes, pale skin, so thin. I was so relieved, he wouldn’t retire, he wouldn’t disappear. I cried a lot, but we would survive. We had each other. I’m so thankful for his family and for everyone who stayed, who trended, who fought and who cried. We all have our share of traumas, one of my favorite actors took his life in 2020 in the middle of the pandemic and that broke me. I swore I would protect artists I luved, I’m glad I met Biu and that I’m able to support him as a fan.

Our hearts kept being broken by the clownery of others, but because I am a Beyourluve I’ve got this magical invisible glue that can put the pieces perfectly together every time Build Jakapan Puttha smiles. I felt like sharing my story and having it registered somewhere before I talk about Biu’s case, his success, his choices and how he came back to his fans and the entertainment world like the strong phoenix that he is. 

saw this prompt and your writing was the first thing that came to mind: stuck in a traffic jam and accidentally made eye contact from different cars au

i'd die if you did this

I hope the person who requested this is still around to see it!! Thank you so much for sending me this prompt <3 (I may have misunderstood it, but I hope it still fits)

msr | 1.2k | ao3

Scully hated being late.

Her father had a rule he'd instilled in her from a young age. Early is on time, on time is late, and late is never acceptable. While Melissa and Charlie scoffed at the rule, she and Bill carved it into their bones. The moment the clock turned and shifted her from being early to on time, she felt her skin start to crawl.

There was construction near the University Hospital that had been a pain in her ass, so she decided to take the interstate, along with all of D.C. apparently. She was barely out of Georgetown before getting stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the Roosevelt Bridge. In ten minutes she'd be late and she had a twenty-minute commute.

"Damn it," she murmured harshly as she ripped the skin by her nail. She brought her thumb up to her mouth as she tried to soothe the sting her anxious habit caused. Between this and running out of hot water during her shower, she was prepared for this to be a shit day. Mulder'd already called a few minutes ago, but she didn't want to answer while she was so stressed and accidentally take it out on him. Instead, she tried to take a deep breath as she grabbed the coffee she'd brought from home.

While she was taking a drink, the car in front of her started moving, so she put her break on the accelerator slightly to move forward. Her phone started ringing again, pulling her attention to the passenger seat. Even from here, she could see Mulder's name on the tiny green screen. He was undoubtedly calling to ask where she was, but before she could think of answering, she had to slam on her breaks to avoid hitting the now stopped car in front of her. The momentum caused her coffee to spill on her blouse, down her chest.

"Goddamn it!" she yelled, hitting her steering wheel in frustration. Putting the coffee back in the cupholder, she pulled the blouse away from her chest to alleviate the burn. Scully unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around to see if her spare bag was in the back seat. For once today, luck was on her side, and she hadn't taken it out since coming back from their last case. She pulled it up with her and set it on the passenger's seat.

Scully usually wasn't the type to give a free show to the entire freeway, but she was at her wit's end. All but ripping the buttons off her blouse, she shed the soiled shirt before balling it up and throwing it in the back seat. It would have been more satisfying if it didn't make a wet 'plop' upon hitting the back seat.

A car honked and she rolled her eyes before inching forward the short space available. Irritated, she turned up the radio so Alanis Morissette's cathartic anger was making her dashboard vibrate. Hooking her fingers under her wet tanktop, she pulled it over her head, pausing as the strap tangled her hair. She whined in pain and contorted her body to try and get unstuck. The chain of her necklace seemed to be the culprit, so she pushed her chest out and reached near the nape of her neck to undo the rolled-up mess of her strap and chain.

Finally, she got the tank top off and threw it in the back with more force than necessary. She let out a frustrated breath and looked down, relieved to see her bra was still dry. Great, practically eight in the morning and I'm half-naked on the interstate.

Adjusting the underwire, inadvertently shaking her breasts a little, she figured at least it was one of her cute bras. There wasn't much to choose from in her spare back, but she had a ribbed white t-shirt that would pass for professional, especially since it was just going to be a paperwork day. She slipped the thin material over her head and tried to check if her black bra was visible through the fabric.

Unfortunately, the outline of her bra was pretty evident, but aside from walking in and out of the building, she was just going to be around Mulder in the basement. He might try to catch a few glimpses, but he was a gentleman and wouldn't make her uncomfortable. Looks like a bad day for her was going to be a good day for him.

With a sigh, she turned to buckle herself back in and noted the car next to hers was the same type of Ford as Mulder's. Looking up, she realized it was Mulder's car, the man himself sitting inside and gawking at her.

Oh my god. The icing on the cake to top it all off, she'd given Mulder a morning striptease.

Scully's face burned in embarrassment. Mulder closed his slackened jaw and swallowed thickly, offering her a smile and a wave. She didn't return the wave, instead, she grabbed her phone and hit redial.

"Morning, Scully." It was odd watching the cell phone tower's delay as his mouth moved and then hit her ear a few seconds later.

"Good morning, Mulder," she replied tersely. "How long have you been there?"

"Um, a while," he answered. She could see his face flush through the windows separating them. "Sorry about your coffee."

That told her all she needed to know regarding how long he'd been there. He saw it all. "Hey," he prompted off her silence. "I'm already running late. Let me get you another one."

"You don't have to do that, Mulder," she sighed. He probably caught an eyeful and was trying to compensate for it.

"I want to," he replied. His voice was so tender that it made her turn to look at him. He was giving her a sweet smile, and for the first time today, she started to feel better. "Besides, you look like you're having a shit day. Let me do something nice."

"Are you just trying to get out of paperwork?" she teased.

"A man never confesses his secrets."

She rolled her eyes and chuffed a laugh, but agreed nonetheless. They stayed on the phone for a little while longer until the roads cleared and they parted ways. She arrived twenty minutes late, and Mulder came ten minutes after her with Starbucks in hand. The little fiasco on the road went unmentioned, the only allusions that it even happened were the small glimpses she caught.

It wasn't until she got home that she realized Mulder had left her voicemails that morning.

Hey, Scully. I was just calling to let you know I'm going to be a little late to work, but I can see your car a little bit ahead of me. Talk about, spooky. Call me back and we can play I Spy.

Scully, I caught up to you. I just saw you almost slam into that guy. Sorry if I distracted you by calling. I'm trying to get your attention, but you're not looking at me. You're… you… uh… I um. Gotta go.