Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 2 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)
One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.
Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?
Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut
“Hey, Y/N. Have you seen Jimin and Hoseok?” Silver leaned against your cubicle.
"They told me not to tell you.“ You confessed.
"So they’re on the rooftop eating. Got it.” Silver snorted. “Well, I have to head out for a bit to deliver some papers. When they get back, tell them that I just got word from one of the Directors that they’re sending someone to take a look at our building.”
"They didn’t specify who but just that he was ‘very important’.” Silver sighed. “When I tried to press further, they said they would rather keep his identity anonymous for the time being.”
"Sounds pretty classified.“ You hummed.
"Seriously. It must be someone pretty important. But anyway, let those two know. He’s coming in a couple of days. They need a heads up to get their act together.”
"Will do.“ You continued typing your documents.
A few minutes later, you spotted the two sneaking back into the office after taking their early lunch break so you waltzed towards them. They flinched, afraid you were Silver catching them in the act.
"She knows where you were. But she said to tell you that the Directors are sending someone to take a look at our building.” You recited. “We don’t know who it is, but they deemed he was 'very important’ and would like to keep his identity anonymous in the meanwhile.”
"Okay…“ Jimin raised an eyebrow. "So…do we have to do anything differently? We can’t exactly prepare if we don’t know who it is?”
"Well we should at least tidy up our office. They’re most likely to go in there if it’s someone the higher ups sent over.“ Hoseok stated. "Plus we really should keep it clean. Papers are piling up.”
"True.“ Jimin sighed. "But there’s a level of cleanliness that’s just too uptight. I can’t live like that.”
Hoseok rubbed his temples. “Jimin, I can’t find ANYTHING around your desk anymore! Just because you don’t have anyone to impress here doesn’t mean you can just not care!”
Jimin snickered, “You got me. My desk doesn’t need to be clean because it’s not used for fun anymore.”
You tilted your head in confusion.
"Don’t mind him, Y/N.“ Hoseok smiled warmly. "Thanks for passing along the message.”
You bowed and turned to return to your cubicle, puzzled. What did Mr. Park mean by his desk won’t be used for fun?
"Oh, Y/N. Come to my office for a sec.“ Jimin called before you took a few steps away.
"It’s my office too.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.
"You stay out here. I need to ask her something important.“ Jimin ordered.
"What? You can’t lock me out of my own office!”
"Watch me.“ Jimin cackled as he pushed you inside and latched the door.
"Jimin!” Hoseok hissed.
"What did you need to ask me, Mr. Park?“ You questioned.
He peered at you skeptically, and you stared at him curiously in return.
"Are you seeing someone?” he bluntly asked.
"Mmm not exactly.“ You admitted.
"Y/N.” Jimin shook his head and sighed. “This is when women should act coy and shy that their boss figured them out.”
"But I don’t see the purpose of that when you’ll just continue to hold me hostage in this room until I give you an answer.“
"True.” Jimin sighed.
"But why did you feel the need to ask me this?“
"Oh. No reason. You just seemed to be glowing a bit, so I figured you got some action.” Jimin chuckled.
"There are such powers to see that?“ You were in awe.
"Well…umm…I guess you could say it’s an observation skill I’ve picked up.” Jimin hummed.
"It’s not important.” Jimin opened the door. “Well good luck with your documents, Y/N. You’re looking very lovely today.”
"Um…thanks, Mr. Park… I guess.“
You walked out skeptically, and a bit weirded out, while Hoseok entered the room, giving Jimin a scolding glare.
"She what???” Jungkook bellowed and his fellow police unit members looked over to him talking on his phone.
"Sorry.“ He mouthed to the others and then stepped outside to continue his conversation. "That girl wanted to what?”
"Well since you abandoned her yesterday–“
"I didn’t abandon anyone. I just got held up at work!” Jungkook complained.
"Same thing to customers.“ The Receptionist bluntly interjected. "Anyways, I had to get someone to cover for you and it seems that she liked him, so she wants to split the hour between you and the substitute.”
"Who the hell is this substitute? I’m the only Aggressor we have right now that’s taking customers!“
"Mmm let’s just say he’s a bit flexible with his persona.” The Receptionist chuckled. “He goes by the name of Mon.”
Jungkook snorted. “Mon. What kind of name is that?”
"Says someone whose host name is Nochu.“
"Hey! Nochu is cool!”
"Uhuh. Yes, sure.“
Jungkook grumbled. "Well, if he’s just a substitute and I don’t know who he is. Then he’s not a real host so you can’t split the time.”
The Receptionist giggled. “That’s the thing…”
"He can split the time with you.”
"What???!“ Jungkook yelled. "Why? Now she’s going to think less of me!”
"Well just make those 30 minutes count. I’m sure someone of your high caliber can. Or am I wrong?“ The Receptionist smoothed.
Jungkook coughed and straightened up. "Well it’s not like I can’t. I’d just have preferred more time to demonstrate my abilities.”
"Well it is what it is, Jungkook.“
"This sucks.” Jungkook exhaled. “She’s the first person that doubted my skills and I’m already getting demoted.”
The Receptionist giggled. “Hey, don’t forget. The Red Mask also had to share a customer, once upon a time. And also Rule #6, my little Kooks.”
Jungkook exhaled, “Rule #6: Think it before you sink it.”
"That’s right. And what does it mean?“
Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Every move has to be calculated and precise. You have a limited time with the customers, so everything has to be efficient to get the maximum pleasure.” He recited half-heartedly.
"Alright, well thanks for the heads up.” Jungkook stated. “Someone’s texting me so I’ll see you later.”
"See ya, Nochu.“
Jungkook glanced at his phone curiously.
"Oppa?” Jimin peeked from behind your shoulder. “Is that your boy toy?”
You blinked and sent your text. “I deserve some privacy, Mr. Park.”
Jimin grinned cutely, trying to quell your annoyance. “My bad, Y/N. You just looked so concentrated.”
"Did you need something, Mr. Park?“
"Yeah, I need to use your phone to make a call to one of the higher ups.”
"Oh?“ you chuckled as you gestured towards it. "Why?”
"I’m hoping I’ll be able to work my charms to figure out who’s coming. If it’s the Inspection Department, we’ll need to be prepared.“ Jimin explained.
"Good luck.” You stated amused. “I don’t know if your charms are that far-reaching.”
Jimin huffed as he grabbed the phone.
You took a deep breath and adjusted your dress before heading into Club Masquerade, donning your winged black mask. You still had many questions about the place and frankly, you were also questioning yourself about why you were returning. As intelligent as you were, love, relationships, and intimacy were things that still baffled you. There was no sense of control in them, no way to prepare yourself…or was there? Deep inside, you hoped that you would find some answers in this Club. Or at least you’d hope to find experiences that would help you learn about yourself and this realm of romance. There seemed to be some sort of code you weren’t aware of that most people followed.
"Welcome Dark Angel!“ the Receptionist greeted happily.
"Dark…Angel?” You raised an eyebrow.
She giggled. “I thought of a nickname for you cause of your mask. If I didn’t, I might accidentally call you by your name and I don’t think either of us want that.”
You chuckled. “I like it.”
"Well, Nochu is in a session right now. But he’ll be with you once it ends. I’ll take you to the room you were in last time.“
"And Mon?” You questioned curiously. “Was he okay with splitting the time?”
The Receptionist smiled. “He was pretty happy. He’s a usually not on the host market, but for you, he’s decided to make a limited time offer.”
She winked at you and you found yourself shyly smiling to yourself. It made you feel special hearing that he made arrangements just for you.
"Here’s the room and the buzzer is in there. We used to hand it to customers…but then we had a case of customers 'breaking’ the buzzers so they wouldn’t get interrupted.“ She chuckled to herself at the memory. "So we’ve attached buzzers in all the room walls, which I activate when the sessions start. And if that doesn’t work, I have to go in and extract people.”
"What a tough job…“ You muttered and she laughed.
"It’s definitely interesting.” The Receptionist shrugged and then glanced at her watch. “Well, he should be in, in a minute or two so sit tight, and have fun ~”
"…thanks.“ You answered, not sure how to respond to her chipper yet suggestive tone. It also made you a little conscious that she had access to the rooms to watch, but then again, that was the last thing on your mind when you had encountered Mon before.
You found yourself lying down inside the pillow fort comfortably once again, wondering what Nochu was going to be like. Work had been long so you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.
You must’ve been out deeply for a few minutes before you were jolted awake by someone pressing their lips on the sensitive part of your neck. You gasped and sat up, quickly noticing that you had company now.
You couldn’t forget his intricately designed gold mask and strong build from your first encounter.
He smirked playfully as you touched your neck, where the sensation of lips still lingered.
"I wasn’t ready!” You complained.
He chuckled, “You paid for the session, so I figured you wouldn’t mind if I started the service on time.”
You eyed him. “Well, it’s this room’s fault. It promotes napping more than anything else.”
"You think so?“ he hummed as he shifted towards you.
Your eyes widened and you inhaled sharply as he climbed over you, trapping you under his large body. You had to prop yourself up on your elbows to prevent yourself from falling back into the sea of pillows.
"Tell me then if you can sleep during our session.” he chuckled as he lined his lips down your jaw.
Your heart raced at the feeling and you gulped, already sensing how dangerous Nochu was going to be.
"Still sleepy?“ he whispered as he trailed down onto your throat.
"A bit.” You tried to maintain your cool.
"Then maybe you should lie down.“ He pushed you down roughly so that you were completely lying down. "Let me wake you up completely.”
"Anything goes.“ You stated seriously.
He stared at your surprised. "Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
"Well, let’s just say I won’t know what I prefer until I’ve tried it.“
Nochu chuckled. "Then that’s great for me…and most definitely for you.”
He leaned down and whispered into your ear. “Because I have a lot to show you.”
You gulped as you felt him grab your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning them near your head. Then surprisingly, he leaned down and captured your lips in his.
Your entire being was set on fire by the intensity with which he was pressing down onto you. Like he hadn’t eaten for days and you were his only source of food. You reciprocated, not wanting to lose the battle for dominance, not wanting to be completely taken over. But it only served to make him more eager. He bit your bottom lip, which melted you momentarily, enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You squeezed his hands, wanting to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t let you.
"What was that about not being good enough?“ he stopped kissing you and spoke, his breathing fanning across your face. "I hardly even touched you and you already want me closer.”
You glared at him and hooked your leg around his, causing him to lose leverage. In one sweep, you rolled over, pushing him onto his back this time.
He released your hands in surprise and you grabbed his collar.
"Like I said, you’re arrogant and I’m unimpressed.“ You hissed.
Quickly, he grabbed your face and pulled you back into a rough kiss. His hands, now free, began roaming down your body. He slid his hand across your stomach teasingly then cupped your breasts, all while he continued to expertly kiss you. You were on all fours on top of him, trying to keep your arms and legs from giving out and pressing your body on top of his.
"You know, a lady shouldn’t straddle in a dress, unless she’s expecting something.” he chuckled as he massaged your boobs.
"Well, should I not be expecting the best from one of the best?“ You taunted.
"I’m just afraid you won’t be able to handle the best.” he smugly grinned.
"Why don’t you try me?“ You challenged.
"Well then,” one of his hands slid down to caress your ass then down to the back of your thighs. “Why don’t you try staying in this position for as long as you can? It seems you’re already a bit… shaky with need.”
You huffed. “You seem to have bad eyesight.”
"Keep up then.“
You caught him smirk a little before he slid down further underneath you.
It all happened so quickly. One of his hands pulled down your dress at the front, your bra with it, and he latched his mouth around your nipple. Simultaneously, the hand on the back of your thigh slid up to push your skirt higher, exposing your panties. He rubbed your ass gently while he sucked on your nipple. You threw your head back at the jolt of pleasure that tingled throughout your body. Then his finger found your center and your arms almost gave way.
"Not wet enough.” he hummed. “I’ll have to change that.”
He rubbed your clit through your underwear in circles lightly and you immediately felt heat rushing downwards. The double sensation was intense and novel. You had never experienced it before, so your heart raced and your mind was pounding. You would never admit it out loud, but he was really as skilled as he claimed to be.
You moaned as you felt yourself dampen, the juices heightening the sensation of his strokes as he quickened his pace.
Your vocalization of pleasure seemed to encourage him and he became rougher, licking circles around your breast more fervently. You began panting as your body began to feel a greater need, for more friction, more of…something. As if reading your thoughts, he slipped his hand into your panties and inserted his finger into your hole.
"Fuck, so tight.“ he hissed.
You cringed a little at the new feeling, but he stilled his finger to let you get used to it. Once you relaxed, he began pushing deeper into you with his digit. Your eyes rolled back.
"Oh my go–” you breathed.
But he began moving his finger in and out of you, and your mind blanked out. Soon enough, you felt your hips bucking forward to meet his finger shamefully. You heard him chuckle smugly and that brought you back to your senses.
"Stop.“ You stated.
"What? Why?” He pulled his finger out of you and slid back up to see your face. “Tired of staying up like that?”
You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face for some reason.
"No.“ You glared at him.
"Then why’d you stop me?” he stared at you with lidded eyes and sucked his finger clean.
You blushed at the sight, but you were also a bit more turned on that he had tasted you so willingly.
"I want to suck you off.“ You blurted out.
His eyes widened in shock. Taking advantage of his hesitation, you climbed down and began unbuttoning his pants. Hurriedly, his hands grabbed yours.
"Whoa, whoa. What??” he bellowed.
"I can’t?“ You pouted cutely and blinked at him.
"Well, no. I mean– yea, no…maybe…”
"I’m sure you’ve had this done often. I’ve never done it…“ You confessed. "So…you can teach me.”
He stared at you for a long few minutes. “I mean umm…”
"You don’t want me to?“ You frowned and looked up at him from where you were, dangerously close to his cock.
"Um…alright then. Since you’ve never done it before…if that’s what you want to do during the session…” he stated, a bit unsure. “Are you sure about this?”
"Yes.“ You stated firmly. "I’d like to get it over with.”
"Oh wow…thanks.“ he rolled his eyes.
You struggled to pull his pants down so he stood up to expose himself easier. Your eyes widened as he stood there, half naked in front of you. When he threw his pants and boxers to the side and caught you gawking, he smirked.
"Like what you see?” he cocked his eyebrow up flirtatiously.
You glared at him. “Alright, come here then.”
"Whoa, no.“ he shook his head. "That’s too aggressive. It sounds like you’re about the bite my dick off.”
"Probably for the best to make you shut up about your skills.“ You argued.
"Says the one who was moaning a few minutes ago? Mhm.” he retorted.
He walked away from the pillow fort to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall.
"Come here and get on your knees.“ he commanded.
You obeyed and studied his hard cock in front of you curiously.
"What? First time you’ve seen a dick or something?” he snickered.
"No, shut up. It was dark the first few times I had sex, so I didn’t really take a good look.“ You huffed.
"You had sex in the dark your first few times?” he cackled. “Damn that’s kinky.”
You glared up at him.
"Or did your boyfriend at the time have a small penis so he wanted to hide it in the dark?“
"No, you’re gonna suck.“ he teased.
You shook your head. "That wasn’t even a good one.”
"Whatever. Do you want to learn or not?“
"Fine.” You huffed and without warning, covered his entire length with your mouth.
"Oh fuck, shit.“ he hissed breathlessly as his hand flew to the back of your head.
"Hm?” you hummed questioningly with him still inside your mouth.
"Shit no. Don’t do that. Gah, dammit that felt good.“
You raised an eyebrow. He was sending you mixed signals. Maybe cursing was a good sign in the bedroom. You bobbed your head back and forth, wondering if this was really all there was to it.
"Round out your lips a bit. Make sure your teeth don’t touch. Cause that shit hurts.” he breathed, his hand guiding your head deeper into him.
You hummed to show you understood, but the vibrations caused him to throw his head back and grip your hair tighter.
"Don’t be afraid to use your tongue.“ He panted.
Immediately, you flicked your tongue and traced up his length.
"Yes, fuck. Just like that.” he praised and it made more heat pool down in your lower stomach. “Try that at the tip.”
You pulled back and licked the tip of his cock. He winced and melted into the wall.
"What do I do with this?“ You poked his sack curiously.
"Um…just massage it.” he answered.
You gently gripped it and he sighed pleasurably. Feeling a bit more confident, you licked his tip then hollowed your cheeks to take him in again.
"Dammit. You’re good already.“ he hissed.
You smirked, enjoying the way he looked weak because of you. His smug grin was no longer painted on his face. It really was your first time, but what could you say? You were a quick learner.
He pulled your hair back so that you were unlatched from his cock.
"Stand up. Now.” he ordered.
You weren’t sure why, but your body obeyed immediately.
As soon as you stood, you were slammed against the wall and kissed intensely. Tongues were tangled hungrily and you took the chance to run your hands through his hair, because it just felt right to do so.
"Legs up.“ he whispered as he kissed your neck.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped so that your legs were around his hips. Your heart was thumping against your chest. You knew what was coming.
Easily, he carried you with one arm on your back. With the other hand, he pulled your panties to the side. He lined his dick in front of your entrance and with a glance towards you, pushed in slowly.
You leaned forward, resting your forehead on his, as you both sighed into the feeling.
"Ready?” he breathed.
You nodded, your words stuck in your throat. He pushed in deeper then slightly pulled back and pushed in again. You moaned. All your senses were heightened.
This room was in fact dangerous, because of who was using it. You figured out why such a room was Nochu’s go-to for first time clients. It lulled customers into a false sense of comfort and consequentially, it magnified his aggressiveness and skills. Not to mention, it was a creative way to create the mood, having the canopy hovering over the pillows as the only source of dim lighting.
He grunted as he pushed into you quicker. Both of you were panting, and you were impressed that he was able to hold you up this long. You lunged forward and began peppering his neck with kisses, wanting to do something for him too, as a reward for carrying your weight. He groaned and you continually sucked at that piece of skin, knowing that it must be his sensitive spot.
Suddenly, you two flinched when an obnoxious buzzing echoed around the room.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.“ He cursed, irritated.
Closing his eyes for a few seconds to collect himself, he pulled out of you and set you down. You were as equally annoyed and disappointed initially, but then you remembered that Mon would be coming after.
You fixed your clothes a bit while he slipped back into his pants.
"Guess 30 minutes wasn’t enough for you to finish me. It might be hard for you to break the record.”
"Shut up.“ he huffed. "It’s cause you wanted to suck my dick and it threw the whole flow off.”
"Oh?“ you smirked. "Didn’t sound like you minded too much though.”
He blushed a little. “I-I was just trying to be a good teacher!”
You chuckled. “Well you were. Thank you.”
He smiled. “Then I’ll see you at our next appointment?”
"Most definitely.“ You nodded. You were definitely certain that you were going to learn a lot about yourself from this Golden mask.
"Well then.” he bowed and slipped out of the room.
"Oh my little Nochu. Getting his first blowjob.“ The Receptionist cooed and lightly clapped when Nochu visited her desk afterwards, clearly frustrated.
"Why the hell were you watching, Noona?” he frowned.
"Well you were a bit nervous about it so I wanted to root for you.“
"What a weird way to cheer me on.” He glanced at her, amused as he sat on her desk “And don’t ever tell any of the guys that was my first BJ. They won’t let me live it down.”
"Well it’s your fault for always jumping to put the pin in the hole.“
Jungkook snorted at the analogy. "Not that anyone’s offered to do it to me before today.”
"Well, you could just order them to do it.“ she grinned. "That’s kind of hott, in my opinion.”
"Oh?“ Jungkook smirked as he grabbed a mint and popped it into his mouth.
"Hey, hey, Rule #8.” The Receptionist scolded. “'Clean before you lean’.”
"Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure to clean before my next session. I have a few minutes until then.“ he huffed as he glanced at the clock.
"Then why’re you out here? You could finish yourself.” she raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the apparent problem straining his pants.
"Wanna help, noona?“ he smirked.
Suddenly, he was smacked on the back of the head.
"Rule #1, you brat.”
Nochu perked up excitedly, recognizing the voice, and whipped around. “Hyung!”
Jimin grinned widely.
Jungkook stood up, easily towering over his hyung, and looked over Jimin’s head playfully. “Hyung, where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you!”
"Yah!“ Jimin shoved him, irritated. "I came here to see how you were doing and this is what I get.”
"Rule #1 is what, you little, annoying prodigy?“
"Don’t touch the Receptionist or make any advances. She’s off limits.” Jungkook shook his head. “I was just joking though.”
"Yeah, but your package is not.“ Jimin pointed down to the evident bulge emerging from his prodigy’s pants. "Didn’t get to finish, huh?”
"Don’t give him that, Chims. Or should I tell him about the time where J-Hope had to finish–“
Jimin clamped his hand over his girlfriend’s mouth. "That’s enough, my love. I’ll punish you when you get home if you say anymore.”
"Oh please.“ she rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. "We all know who does the punishing in the end.”
Jimin blushed as Jungkook grinned widely at their banter.
"Serious couple goals.“ he gave them a thumbs up.
"Is Mon here yet?” Jimin glanced around. “I’ve heard about the guy back in my day, but he’s elusive.”
The Receptionist giggled. “He should be here already.”
"Well, pull up his monitor then.“ Jungkook and Jimin scurried around and placed themselves in front of the screen, but it was black.
"Sorry, no can do, boys.”
"What? Why?“ the two whined.
All she did was give them a sly smile, but said nothing else.
In the meanwhile, you paced around the room, trying to calm yourself down from your previous encounter before Mon arrived. Nochu was definitely quite a whirlwind.
However, you immediately perked up when the door opened.
"Hi.” Mon smiled warmly.
"Hi.“ You smoothed your dressed.
"You look pretty.” he complimented as he made his way to you.
"Thanks.“ You blushed.
He reached out and swiped his thumb across your lip. "Must’ve been a good time. Your lips are swollen.” Then he caressed your cheek. “And you’re flushed.”
Your heart raced at his subtly sweet actions.
"Did you get to finish?“ he whispered.
You shook your head, your words failing you since you were so entranced by the deep purple mask he was wearing this time. It had hints of black and gold throughout, and a pattern of music notes at the edges. It was beautiful.
"Did you make this?” You reached out to trace the details.
He chuckled. “I’m pretty bad with crafts. I end up breaking the materials. So my friend made it for me, but I designed it.”
He grinned. "Thanks. Yours is beautiful too. I’ve always had a fascination with wings.”
You beamed. “Me too.”
"Well, let me finish you.“ he stated, as if it was a light, nonchalant matter. "Then it seems you have more questions for me.”
"Could you tell?“
He laughed, "A little.”
"How…how will you…you know…“ You didn’t really know how to finish the sentence.
But Mon seemed to understand you regardless, because he leaned over and whispered into your ear, "Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you exactly how you like it.”
Hearing the pet name made you shiver with excitement and even more so when you processed his entire statement. You looked at him, a bit alarmed. How did he know how you would like it? But you didn’t get to ask because he kissed you gently, erasing the question from your mind.
"Can you take off your underwear for me?“ he requested.
You were surprised. "Uhh… sure.”
He giggled. “I have a habit of ripping them off, and seeing as how you’re probably unprepared for that, it’s better if you do it this time.”
You laughed. “Bring a second pair just in case next time. Noted.”
You turned around consciously and shimmied out of your panties. But Mon clung onto your waist from behind and began peppering your neck and shoulder with sweet kisses, as if sensing your shyness. You let your damp underwear drop to the ground, and covered his hands with yours as you reveled in his cherishing lips.
"Come here.“ he grabbed your hand and led you back to the pillows. "Lie down.”
You nodded and settled into the pillows.
"Relax, baby.“ he cooed as he rubbed your arms gently. "I got you.”
Mon kissed you sweetly then bit at your lip hungrily, changing the atmosphere in a fraction of a second. Your heart lurched forward at the aggressive action and then his lips were gone. Your eyes flew open when you felt him spreading your legs. You glanced down, making eye contact with him briefly before he licked your dripping core. Your body bucked up, burning with the unsatisfied need that Nochu had left. He tongued your clit a few times, making you dizzy then pushed his tongue inside you, causing you to gasp. He did that a few more times, pushing in and out, then once inside you, he swirled his tongue around your hole.
Gripping tightly onto the pillows, your body tensed at the pleasurable feeling that shot through you. Seeing your positive reaction, Mon continued his motion. Soon enough, your hips were bucking up into his face crazily. You were a bit ashamed that you had no control of your body at this point, but you remembered his advice that this was something that felt better if you stopped thinking. And he was right.
You wanted more, needed more.
"More.“ You exhaled.
"Wait a bit, baby girl. I’ll give you what you want.” he hummed against you. Then sure enough, he stuck two of his fingers into you and while he sucked your clit.
You yelled and arched your body. Fuck, it felt overwhelmingly fantastic to be finally filled up once again.
"You’re doing great, baby girl. Keep yelling beautifully for me.“
"Oh my god, oh my god.” You breathed as his pace quickened and his tongue wildly licked you clean.
"Let it go, baby. Just let it go.“ he hummed as he curled his finger, hitting your sweet spot.
You grabbed a pillow to muffle your scream as your hips began to rock wildly. After a few more skillful hits to your g-spot, you finally reached you climax.
Mon grinned happily as you melted into the pillows. Maybe this was also another purpose of this puzzling room. Someone who had been completely fucked out would probably prefer lying down in this comfort afterwards.
"I’ll be back.” Mon chuckled. “I’ll clean you up a little. And I think the break room has a few extra pairs of flimsy underwear…since yours might be uncomfortably damp to wear again.”
You nodded, trying to catch your breath. Mon smoothed your dress down to cover you before he waddled to the door cutely.
A minute later, he returned with a warm cloth and an extra pair of underwear.
"I can clean myself.“ You suggested, but he pulled the cloth away from your reach.
"I told you I’d take care of you.” he furrowed his brows scoldingly.
You chuckled and laid back down, letting him wipe you down. You reflected on how awkward it was to be in such a place, but you didn’t regret anything at all. In fact, you felt like you had taken a little step forward towards figuring yourself out. The “appeal” that had been an elusive concept to you before was definitely more apparent in these hosts. It was intriguing.
Mon struggled to pull your panties through your legs so you sat up and did it yourself with a light laugh.
"Thank you.“ You smiled.
"No problem. So question time?” Mon grinned.
"If that’s okay…did you want me to…“ You looked down between his legs.
He blushed and waved his hands. "It’s okay! I’m good. Let’s answer your questions.”
"Well okay…so you would say people in general have different types of appeal right?“ You started, crossing your legs comfortably. He had seen everything anyway so there was no point being prim and proper in front of him when wearing a dress. Mon chuckled as he folded his legs too, listening to you intently. "And the Club here sort of magnifies that appeal and categorizes them.”
"Yes, that’s essentially the gist.“ Mon nodded.
"What other types are there? Nochu, I heard was something called an Aggressor, which seems self-explanatory.” You chuckled.
Mon grinned. “Well our most popular types are the Aggressors and Gentleman personas. But there are definitely others who specialize in more specific types of hosting. Their names are generally pretty self-explanatory too…cause it’s easier for first timers to understand that and choose their hosts accordingly.
So we have the Aggressors, which you’ve experienced. They’re the ones who are aggressive, more forward, and more experimental. I truly respect those in the category because they have to be good at a lot of different things and creative in their approaches.
Then we have the Gentlemen hosts, who are the sweet love makers. They try to emulate the feeling of having sex for the first time or as most people would refer to it, 'love making’. They’re more empathetic and are good at connecting to their clients, since they need to know exactly what will make each individual comfortable. This is also a difficult persona to be because, since they are so connected to the clients, sometimes the clients will fall for them or vice versa…and it doesn’t always end well. Also, they can’t let their animalistic sides come out during sessions either.”
"Wow…I guess it isn’t all fun and games…“ You blinked. You hadn’t thought much about the consequences of being bound by one category.
Mon smiled. "Then we have the Consolers, who specialize in helping those who are in unrequited love or break ups and are seeking physical contact. Wow, I can’t even begin to praise these hosts. They deal with the most delicate of human emotions and give people comfort in their most fragile state. It could be in the form of rebound sex or maybe just simple cuddles, a crying shoulder, someone to vent to. Sometimes they are even requested to be wedding or specific function dates, if need be. They are the only hosts that can be exported. When they are, there’s a higher charge for the client and a higher pay for the host. So it’s a plus for them.
Then we have the Intellects, which really just serve to keep people company and tickle their minds. They serve people who are looking for more of an intellectual connection in someone. People who like to have discussions and debates, etc. They’re the ones you see using the tables most of the time and having tea with customers. But they also specialize in education of sexual activity. So if someone was looking to learn a new move or two, we would refer the clients to them. I know the other hosts also like to converse with them about certain power plays, to see if it would be good or not.”
You giggled at the image.
"Then we have the Foreplayers. Like the name implies, they’re all about foreplay and are ONLY for foreplay. They specialize in role plays and other techniques, but they never actually get to enact in having sex with their clients. Surprisingly, they do have a large clientele. You’d think most people would want to be able to go at it after having foreplay.“
You looked at Mon, amused.
"But yeah, some cases the client splits time between a Foreplayer host and another type so they could finish afterwards. Most of the time though, I think their clients like the thrill of being turned on and are satisfied with just that.” he shrugged.
"And then what?” Mon blinked.
"Well,“ you scooted closer to him. "which category would you fall under?”
He grinned widely, exposing those adorable dimples once again. “Let’s just say I belong to the last category.”
"Which category is that?“
"The Eclectics.” he beamed.
"Yes.” he chuckled as he tilted your chin up suavely. “You could say we specialize in all of the above.”
"Ugh. I hate this. We don’t have any snacks around here!“ Hoseok whined.
"Well, I told you to eat breakfast, but you would rather sleep in.” Silver retorted angrily.
Hoseok clutched his stomach and pouted at his girlfriend cutely. “I’m hungerrrrr.”
"Don’t try to act cute to me. I made you a perfectly fantastic breakfast and you just let me eat on my own.“ she turned away from him.
"Ooo that’s cold, Hobi. That’s real cold.” Jimin shook his head. “Your loving girlfriend, who can actually cook, made you breakfast and you DENIED it.”
"Shut the fuck up, Jimin.“ Hoseok hissed.
Everyone knew Hoseok was scariest when he was hungry, so all the workers knew to stay clear of him. Luckily, you came prepared for times like this.
"Here, Mr. Jung.” you handed him a granola bar. “You can have this to munch on. We have an hour or two until lunch time so it should hold you over.”
He immediately brightened up and swiped the bar from your grip. Jimin patted your shoulder gratefully while Hoseok scarfed the bar down.
"Y/N, why don’t you take a trip down to the grocery store?“ Silver waved a list in her hand. "We need a few things around here, especially because the secret VIP is coming tomorrow.”
"Any luck with the higher ups?“ You glanced at Jimin, amused.
"No.” he huffed. “They said to just get my act together. It didn’t matter who it was.”
"They’re right though.“ Hoseok pointed. "If we do things differently, they’ll expect that. We’re working efficiently so other than housekeeping, we should function the same.”
"Well, it won’t hurt for Silver to dress more seductively again…“ Jimin then glanced over at you. "And you too, Y/N. Need me to give you a make-over?”
"No thanks.“ You replied flatly, grabbing the list from Silver. "I’ll take the trip to the store now before the lunch rush.”
"Thanks a bunch.“ Silver grinned. "Oh, and pick up some more snacks for Hobi here.”
"Will do.“ You bowed.
"Alright let’s see. Some vases and flowers.” You hummed as you pushed the cart forward while reading the list. “Some fluffier toilet paper…Mr. Park…”
You rolled your eyes at the different handwriting at the very bottom of the list.
"Well, let’s get some anyway…the toilet paper there is kind of rough. Oh, but first, let’s get some milk for the morning cereal.“ You spotted that the dairy aisle was in front of you so you turned your cart.
But you froze when you noticed a familiar figure in the same aisle, in deep contemplation in front of the milk. You raised an eyebrow and slowly made your way towards him.
"Do you need to buy milk for your unit too?” You teased and he jumped back in surprise.
He stared at you with wide, terrified eyes. “Oh…Y/N. H-hi.”
You looked him up and down. He was in sweats and a white t-shirt today.
"No, just undercover.” he snorted, sarcastically.
You glared at him. “Well move over, you’re blocking the milk.”
You pushed him to the side playfully. He took two large steps away from you as soon as your hand made contact with him. Furrowing your brows, you looked at your hand. There was nothing on them so why was he acting like you had the plague?
"Why’re you so far?“
"W-well, you’re just…to let you get your milk in peace.” he stammered.
"Well now it looks like you’re stalking me from over there.“ you pointed out.
He chuckled nervously. "No, I’m fine from here.”
"What’re you talking about? What milk do you want? I’ll get it for you.“
"No, it’s fine! I’ll just come back for it later. I’ll just go to some other aisle first!” he rushed.
"Wait, what? No. Just get your damn milk.“ You ran after him and grabbed his wrist.
"L-let go of me! I’ll arrest you!” he claimed.
"You’re off duty and it’s not a crime.“
"It-it’s a crime of harassment! I’ll report you!” he flailed frantically.
"Calm down Officer Jeon. I’m holding your wrist, not giving you a hug.“ You rolled your eyes. "It was disrespectful of me to move you out of the way when you were choosing your milk first so please, take your turn before me.”
You dragged him back to the fridge of milk and stood beside him. He was abnormally tense and his eyes remained wide as he stared at the glass.
"Is it really that hard to make a decision?“ You questioned.
"No!” he retorted and flung open the door aggressively, hitting your head with it in the process.
He panicked as you winced and rubbed your forehead. “I’m sorry!”
You chuckled. “I can report you for this, you know.”
"I-uh-it was an accident! You rushed me so –“
"Well why don’t you appeal to me then?” You smirked playfully. “Then maybe I’ll forgive you.”
Jungkook blinked then turned away shyly, mumbling. “I said I was sorry already, sheesh.”
It was your turn to be surprised. You had expected him to come back with some sort of snarky comment or an excuse or even a witty comeback as an appeal. Not be shy, timid, and apologetic.
"Why’re you here? You don’t even have a cart.“ You asked, changing the subject.
"I ran out of milk.” he replied with a shrug. “I don’t live far from the store so yeah.”
"Is milk really that important?“
"I love milk.” he stated seriously, like you had just offended him.
"Okay…“ You looked around awkwardly, and he did too.
"I’ll just get these.” he hurriedly grabbed two large jugs of milk – one regular and one chocolate. “Bye!”
Then he scurried away, lugging the two heavy items by hand.
You watched him, completely amused. What had just happened?
"What an interesting guy.“ You shook your head as you went to grab the type of milk that was on the list.
Jungkook ran out of the store frantically, catching his breath. He looked behind him to make sure you weren’t following him, then exhaled deeply. He shivered. He went around this time to the grocery store because there weren’t many people. What were the odds that he’d run into someone he knew, much less a woman?
"I hope I wasn’t too awkward.” he mumbled. “I think I handled that coolly.”
He lifted the milk jugs up. “I even carried these like a man. I’m sure she’ll think I’m awesome.”
The very next day, everyone was bustling around excitedly at work. It was the day where the VIP was going to make his visit so all of the workers were wearing their best suits and dresses. Their hair was combed and done nicely, and everyone’s desks were spotless and organized. Mr. Park and Mr. Jung had their hair combed over with a little bit of gel and for once, both had their suit tops on. Mr. Park even threw on his favorite pair of non-prescription glasses just for good measure. You also slipped out of your flats and into proper heels when the time of arrival approached.
When the clock struck on the hour, everyone stared at the door expectantly. Everyone in the office had placed bets on who it would be, so stakes were high. Suddenly, a small, chubby man stepped into the office and Mr. Jung and Mr. Park’s faces fell visibly.
"Oh it’s just you…“ Jimin frowned.
Hoseok elbowed him.
The man coughed, glaring at Jimin. "I have accompanied the very important guest today. He was here a few minutes earlier and took a peek inside.”
"Did he? I didn’t see anyone.“ Jimin blinked.
"But I have good news!” the man beamed.
"Good news?“ Jimin blinked. "What?”
"Well, the very important person visiting us today is more than enthusiastic to meet you all. He wanted me to tell you all that 'he looks forward to working with you’.“
"Working with us?”
“Yes, he has found your building most worthy of his presence and has agreed to stay for awhile.”
Jimin and Hoseok glanced at each other, puzzled.
"Um…well I think that’s up to us isn’t it? Plus we haven’t even gotten to give him a tour. And no one’s told us that we were going to get another worker.“
"He says he has seen enough to know that this is a worthy place to be in.”
“We can’t let someone we haven’t even seen or talked to, start working with us so easily.” Hoseok frowned. “That’s not how we work here.”
“Well, frankly, Mr. Jung and Mr. Park, he is the son of someone at the top. Strictly speaking, you can’t refuse.” The man pointed out. “Consider this an honor. He has never stayed in one place for too long, much less taken initiative himself in choosing to stay. So he must’ve really seen something he liked.”
“Sounds like a pain.” Jimin snorted, earning an elbow for Hoseok. “Unless…”
You glared at your boss as he eyed you creepily and with a wide grin. “You can’t be suggesting some stranger has taken a liking to me and decided to work here. That’s far-fetched, Mr. Park.”
“Maybe…orrr maybe not.” Jimin shrugged innocently.
“Mr. Park. Can you please stop?” Hoseok hissed.
Jimin retreated obediently. “Sorry.”
"He feels confident that you’ll agree to keep him on the team once you meet.“
"Well then, let’s meet him.” Jimin gestured. “Where is this VIP you’re hyping up so much? Isn’t he supposed to be here by now?”
"Well, you should probably be familiar with his history, Mr. Park. You worked on earning a merger with his father’s large company when you worked with Mr. Min and the new female CEO when you worked in Daegu.“
Jimin’s eyes widened. "What? Apparently, that merger company’s Chairman wants his son to be a CEO, but then the son disappeared for awhile. I’ve heard rumors of him here and there. Why in the world would he suddenly pop up and want to stay here?”
The man simply smiled and pushed open the entrance door, bowing deeply. The four of you glanced at each other, amused by the antics of this secretive man. But all your smiles soon fade. Yours and Jimin’s eyes widened immensely when the person finally entered the room.
“Oh…my god…” Jimin gasped, while your jaw slackened; you were speechless.
With a huge smirk planted on his face and with a suave tug at his fitted suit top, he stood confidently before everyone.
"Hello, I’m that very important person.“ His eyes twinkled mischievously as it landed on you and Jimin. "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all."