i forgot i had this saved until last night

‘Yes sir’

Request: “Hi honey, Thanks for this really good Story. Don’t worry there’s no actual smut in there. I like it though. Can i request some more smut, with my fucking Bias wrecker yoongi? Maybe Office based. I love you <3 ^^” - @milena-blanchard

Genre: Mature

Pairing: You x Yoongi

Word Count: 2293

Tight skirt zipped up to your waist with your flowy white blouse tucked in and hanging slightly over, you walked into your workplace, swiped your id card across the scanner making the doors sling open at your command and smiled at the receptionist.

“You look nice today Y/n.” She grinned up at you from her place behind the computer.

“Thank you.” You looked down at yourself and widened your smile, “Any meetings today Yurin?” Your heels clicked against the wooden floor as you approached her desk.

“Phone call at 10 and then lunch with the boss.” She read off of the computer. “Boss never has someone in his office at lunch. Not even his secretary. He says it’s his ‘alone time’.” She giggled and wigged her eyebrows.

Shrugging, you brushed off her suggestive comment and muttered, “Must be important.”

“Sure.” She laughed and swung back around to get on with what she was doing while you walked into the elevator.

You pushed back all of the questions in your mind that asked why he wanted to see you over your break. Over your only break of all times. When you could guarantee, being the lazy boss he was, that he was free all day apart from to shout at a few people when he felt like it. And your schedule was free today -for once- not that it mattered, he’d make you cancel anyway. But your lunch time was your lunch time and you wanted to spend it eating and relaxing, not getting shouted at in his office.

Nevertheless, you pressed the button to the third floor and hummed as you waited for the doors to reopen. When they did, you were greeted with the familiar view of desks full of computers in rows across the large, grey room. The sound of flicking paper, scribbling pens and clicking keyboards. And the smell of coffee that you were longing for a sip of before a voice called your name.

Looking towards the source of the voice, you saw that it came from your close friend Hoseok. Laughter escaped your lips as you saw him beckoning you over to the empty desk next to him. Shaking your head, you walked over to him and sat down, pushing your bag under your desk and placing your books onto the clean surface.

“I saved it for you.” He grinned his infamous grin and reached to grasp onto a white cup with the familiar green logo on it. “And I got you this.” He handed the cup to you gently and upon taking it, you grinned.

“Thank you Hobi.” You one-arm-hugged the suited man while taking a sip of your coffee. Before turning to the computer screen, logging in and starting work. While doing so, you and Hoseok went over anything that had happened over the night, working for a newspaper company meant always having something to talk about, and then you kept talking, while working, until 11:50.

“Where do you want to go for lunch?” Hoseok inquired while saving the last of his work and packing his stuff away slightly. “The usual place?”

“I forgot to mention, I have to go to Boss’s office this lunch.” You frowned. You would usually go to the local café with Hoseok at lunch and chill out with a coffee and some food. But today, you would be spending lunch in the office.

“Oh right. What for?” He asked, shoving a notebook into his bag.

“I don’t know actually.” You wondered aloud, “Bring me back something will you, I doubt I’ll eat anything while getting screamed at.” You chuckled hollowly before putting your things away safely too.

“Of course, the usual?”

“Please.” You nodded as he stood up and made his way towards the door.

“See you after lunch; if you don’t get fired.” He smirked and threw you a teasing wink across the room before opening the door and leaving.

Through light laughter, you put all of our things in your bag and checked the time. 11:57. Sighing, you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked towards the big door at the end of the room. You took deep breaths before you forced your knuckles on the wood of the door.

“Come in.” You heard the bored voice through the door and used this as your queue to push it open by the handle and peep your head through.

“You… wanted to see me?” You forced yourself to sound strong while you glanced around his office. The walls were dark grey; only a few shades darker than his hair. The desk in the middle of the room was black and only had a few folders, some scattered paper and pens, and a computer on it. The carpet was a faded white and the perfect spot to be fired on. There was a large window looking out onto the city on the far wall. If you were close enough, you would be able to see your favourite café that Hoseok would be in right now. Filing cabinets lined the left wall and you knew that they would hold everything you would need to know about anyone who has ever stepped foot into this building. And then, along the other wall, were monochrome paintings by artists that weren’t credited. Even if they were mainly straight lines and circles, they were someone’s.  

“Ah yes, Y/n.” He sat upright in his chair lazily and gestured for you to sit in the arm chair opposite him. You did so, dropping your bag by your feet and crossing your hands nervously in your lap. “I wanted to see you… yeah.” He stuttered slightly and placed his hands on the black wood in front of him. This action made you nervous, because he was never nervous.

“What about sir?” You asked, picking at your cuticles to focus on anything but his stare.

“Just to see how you’re getting on.” He forced his eyes to meet yours but you instantly broke the contact. His stare was too intense; it intimidated you a little.

“Urm… fine sir…” You nodded, staring at the artwork on the walls.

“Good.” He stood up from his armchair, making you slightly confused.

“Is that all?” You asked, turning around to see him pacing the room behind you.

“Oh no.” He spun around on his heel by the door and smirked as his fingers found the lock and twisted it until he heard the desired click.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, tightening your grip on the padded armchair and raising your eyebrows.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with… Jung Hoseok. Am I right?”  He asked in a low voice. It was then that you realised that he couldn’t be more than a year or two older than you. You had always knew that he was too young to be a boss of a big news company like this one, but you had never gotten to see him when he wasn’t half asleep, rolling his eyes in boredom or screaming, shouting, and throwing things.

“He’s one of my best friends.” You stated clearly, turning back around and looking out of the window to avoid his gave.

“Is that so?” He clicked his tongue and his agonisingly slow footsteps echoed around the room. Without talking, you nodded. When his footsteps stopped, you could feel his presence behind you and him lean down onto the back of your chair. “Just friends?” He whispered into your ear.

“Y-yes sir.” You stuttered, not taking your eyes away from the blue sky out of the window and picking at the skin around your nails.

“Why’s that?” He breathed onto your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and brushing his hair against your cheek.

“I like to keep my relationships strictly professional sir.” You smirked to yourself and moved your eyes to give him a sideways glance. Slowly, he pushed himself away and moved back towards his own desk chair.

“I see.” He smirked lazily. Your words didn’t dismiss him, more set a challenge in his brain that was further fuelled by your smirk and now relaxed posture. You looked up at him and caught his blazing eyes. Although his eyes were insanely dark, they seemed to have an undeniable fire in them that was solely focused on you.

“Mr. Min,” You started before he cut you off.

“Don’t call me that. Call me Yoongi.” He smirked at you causing you to laugh.

“First name basis?” You laughed, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh, by the end of this… meeting… we’ll be far more than that.” He threw the words out of his mouth casually, as if the implications that he was making were merely your own thoughts, completely unrelated to his words.

You hid the blush that was forming on your face by turning around and fixing your eyes on the art again. It wasn’t interesting at all anymore, but it saved you from the situation for a moment. His chuckle signalled that he could still see you blushing.

“Miss L/n, it’s rude not to look at someone when they’re talking to you.” His smirk was evident in his thick voice that resembled liquid butter.

‘He sure is cocky’ you thought as you slowly met his eyes again.

“Good girl.” He muttered, tilting his head forward so he was looking at you through his grey fringe.

You tried to act confident as you leant back into your chair, spreading your arms out and crossing your legs. It seemed like a good idea until you did it, now you just looked stiff and awkward.

“Stand up.” He ordered, perfectly executing the casual pose you were trying to do. Instantly, you did as he said. “Now come here.” He twisted his chair to be facing the left side of his office. Slowly, you made your way over to him before stopping just in front of his slightly parted knees and staring at the floor.

His bony fingers flew up to your hips and pulled you towards his lap. One of your knees landed in between his thighs while your other leg was still holding you up on the floor and your hands were gripping the chair either side of his head. Both of your breaths sped up and his hands tugged at your hips again. Gaining confidence, you straddled his lap, fuelling his ego, and moved your hands to his hair. When you gave the grey locks a tug, a moan escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered shut.

He started to take advantage of his hands controlling your hips and pushed them into him so you were grinding him slowly. Then, you took over with his hands now only there to keep you from falling off of the moving chair. At this point, groans were leaving his throat freely and you were trying to hold back your own.

“Jesus fuck.” He cursed under his breath, one of his hands abandoning your hips to grip the arm of the chair when your movements sped up while the other hand dug bruises into your hip; not that you cared.

Your head rolled back as you used the back of the chair to steady your movements now that his support was gone. An involuntary whine of pleasure escaped your lips making your face flush red and his fingers to dig in deeper.

“If you keep doing that this will be over far quicker than either of us want.” He breathed, making another moan leave your throat. At your noise, his eyes snapped open, filled with too many emotions at once. “Over the desk.” He ordered, his voice lower than before shocking you into stopping your movements. “Did you not hear me?” He asked, pushing himself off of the chair making you do the same from on top of him. “I said, over the desk.” When he finished ordering you about, he spun you around by the hips and pushed you onto the desk, on your front harshly making you wine out and dig your nails into the wood.


“What happened to you?” Hoseok asked when he returned to the office, small brown bag in hand that was soon placed on your desk. Your hair was plastered to your forehead and no matter how hard you tried to sort it out, you couldn’t. Your clothes were all creased from being thrown on the floor and although they couldn’t be seen under your skirt, you knew there were bruises on your hips.  

“Hm?” You pursed your lips and looked up at Hobi in confusion, like you had no idea what he was talking about.

“Y/n, you look terrible.” He whispered as he sat down and turned all of his attention to you. “What happened? Was he mad? Did he throw stuff? Did he -gasp- did he hit you?!” After his gasp he lowered his voice completely after scanning the room for any eavesdroppers.

“No, Hobi. I’m fine.” You laughed lightly while taking a bite out of your favourite snack.

“Then what happened?” He asked again as you looked up to see Yoongi walking out of his office, slight smirk plastered on his face and equally dishevelled hair. His eye caught yours before he threw you a quick wink and continued walking towards the elevator.

You hid your face as you saw him which didn’t go unnoticed by Hoseok. None of it went unnoticed by Hoseok. When you turned back to look at him, he was already staring at you, mouth hanging open and eyes wide.

“What?” You laughed, eating some more.

“Did you?” He stuttered, mouth still agape. When you merely smirked in reply, he spun back around deciding he didn’t want details and probably never would. Especially when this ‘meeting’ became a monthly thing.

CJAMM Series: Desire (Part Five)

WC: 3542


           Why? Why were you someone so prideful? Why couldn’t you just let someone give you a helping hand and say ‘thank you’ in return? Why did you have to be stuck in the backseat of a cab with someone on the way to your apartment before you started to argue with them? You had always prided yourself on being pride, no surprise there, but there were times when your pride needed to chill for a while, like now.

“I had it handled.” You sternly told CJAMM who was looking at you in bewilderment.

“You were being manhandled, if that’s what you mean.” He countered, sinking further into his seat.

“That’s now what I mean and you damn well know it, CJAMM.” CJAMM held his hand up then, his eyes closed before he looked at you, “Would you please stop calling me by my stage name? It’s Sung-Min.”

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Preference #39 - Night Before Your Wedding

Harry: You were finally going to be Mrs. Styles in less than 24 hours and you couldn’t be happier. Well you could and that would be being wrapped up in Harry’s arms the night before you both took the plunge to commit yourselves to one another. It was 3 in the morning and all your bridesmaids had fallen asleep hours ago but you were to keyed up to sleep and had been messaging Harry for the last hour or so letting him know just how much you missed him. Eventually you suggested to him that you sneak away and see each other, tradition be damned and he hastily agreed. You made your way to the designated meet up point which was just down the road from the hotel you were staying in for the night. You could see him walking towards you and you just ran at him lunging at him and wrapping your arms around him kissing him passionately. “I missed you so much.” Harry pushed your hair out of your face. “I missed you too.” You both just stared at each other. “Harry? I just want to make sure that you’re not having any doubts. Cause if you are that-” Harry cut of your ramblings. “I love you so much (Y/N) and marrying you will be the second best day of my life with the first being the day that I meet you. Never doubt what I feel for you. I love you so much.”  You both sat for a few more hours and just as the sun started to peek out over the sky, Harry spoke up. “I think we need to head back before they wake up and find us gone.” You wrapped your arms around him and just embraced. “I think they know that we’re gone.” You let each other go and placed a searing kiss on each other then you headed back to your hotel. As you opened your hotel room there were your bridesmaids, your mother and Anne all on their phones talking frantically but as they noticed you they all hung up and rushed over to you. “We were so worried. We woke up and you were gone. We didn’t know what was happening.” You just laughed at them being silly. “I love Harry more than anything and I want to be is wife and be bound to him.” Your friends had a slight smile on their faces. “Then where were you (Y/N)?” Anne asked you. “I was with Harry.” Anne and your mother groaned. “Seeing the groom the night before the wedding is bad luck.” You rolled your eyes at their statement. “You guys are so old fashioned. I am going to go and have a bath so then we can start to get ready.” They all sighed as you went to the bathroom. You sent a quick text to Harry ’Our mums were so upset with what we did. I love you.’ I few moments late there was a reply. ’Our fathers were upset because we made our mums worry. I love you sweetheart. I will see you in a few hours.’ You sighed contently, happy that you were marrying Harry and knowing your future was going to be bright

Liam: “Can I just have it back please?” You begged your best friend Chey to give your phone back. She just held the phone up above your head out of your reach. “No! It’s the night before your wedding. You are not talking to Liam, you will see him tomorrow.” You tried everything that you could to convince her to give your phone back but she kept refusing you. Some best friend she is. “I don’t understand, the tradition states that we can’t see each other before the wedding not that we can’t talk on the phone to each other.” Chey just laughed at you. “Sweetie, I’m doing this for your own good, you need to just think about the anticipation of when you see Liam for the first time tomorrow. Him dressed up to the nines in his suit and naughty thoughts will creep into your mind of what you plan to do to him on the honeymoon. Trust me.” Chey wiggles her eyebrows. This caused you to giggle, because the honeymoon would be spectacular with you staying on a private island off Brazil. “Can I please just call him to say goodnight? Please?” At that moment your phone started ringing. “Speak of the devil.” Chey answered your phone. “Hello Liam… No she isn’t able to come to the phone right now… Because I said she isn’t, she will see you tomorrow bye bye.” Chey hung the phone up and walked into the bathroom flicking the lock. You looked around the room for a phone but there was no phone at all. You groaned out in annoyance “I don’t think getting rid of all the phones was necessary.” There was silence from the bathroom. “Chey?… Chey?” You knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you alright in there?” You could hear some shuffling around until the door opened. “Here’s your phone.” Chey handed your phone over to you. “Thank you.” You quickly hugged her and opened your phone and accessed your contacts were there as nothing. “Chey, where are my contacts?” You waved your phone at her. “You will get your contacts back at your reception. Stop stressing Liam loves you and you love him because if that wasn’t the case tomorrow wouldn’t be happening.” You sat on the couch. “You’re right, let’s just watch movies and gossip the night away and then tomorrow I will get married to the man that I am madly in love with.” Chey hugged you. “I like the sound of that.”

Louis: It’s the night before your wedding to your amazing fiancée Louis and you were very excited and couldn’t sit still. You and Louis had both decided that you weren’t to see each other the night before the wedding as tradition states. But you decided at the last minute that you and your bridesmaids need to go out and just chill before your big day. You went to the local bar just down the road to have a drink and to calm your nerves. Your friends and you were situated in a both towards the back of the bar and you were all laughing and reminiscing about all the times you had shared together over all the years when a loud group of guys walked into the bar. It takes a moment for you to realise that the guys who walked in happened to be Louis’ groomsmen. “Guys, I think Louis is here.” You pointed towards the door and they all tuned just as Louis came into view. “Just stay here, we’ll go and take care of it.” You stay put as two of the girls head over to the boys. There was a bit of a heated exchange happening between the two girls and the boys. Finally Louis made eye contact with you and started walking over to you. “What are you doing here love?” You smiled up at him. “I could ask you the same thing.” Louis leant down to whisper in your ear. “I’m glad I ran into you. You look beautiful Mrs. Tomlinson.” You could feel heat rise to your cheeks. “We’re not married yet.” Louis kissed your neck and a shudder of pleasure ran through your body. “But by this time tomorrow we will be, and I was just practising what I’m going to be saying for the rest of my life.” You leant away from him and cupped his face. “Do you think I can kiss you right now?” Louis eyes sparkled with happiness and a glint of mischief. “I was hoping that the next time I kiss you would be when the priest says ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride’ but I think I can bend the rules a bit.” Louis leaned down and meet your lips with an intense kiss. You were both so caught up in each other you forgot that everyone else was there until there was an awkward cough. You both pulled apart at the sound. Harry patted Louis on the back. “I know you love her and all that but I think you should be saving that for the honeymoon. Plus I think it’s time that we head back to the hotel. Don’t want you to be too tired for tomorrow, especially tomorrow night.” This made you blush. “I love you (Y/N). See you at our wedding.” You kissed him one last time. “I’ll be the one in white.”

Niall: You had just finished your rehearsal dinner at a local restaurant that you and Niall had rented out and now you were both on your way to your shared apartment. You and Niall had both decided that you were going to stay with each other the night before your wedding, tradition be damned. Your hand was twined in Niall’s free hand as his other was on the steering wheel, “We’re getting married tomorrow.” You squeezed Niall’s hand in excitement. He takes his eyes off the road for a moment and kissed the back of your hand. “I love you.” He quickly focused his eyes back on the road. “(Y/N)?” You turned to face Niall’s profile. “Yeah baby?” Niall’s eyes quickly flicked to yours then back to the road in nervousness. “Are you sure that you want to spend the night with me instead of doing the traditional night apart. I know it will make our mums happy.” You smile at Niall’s thoughtfulness. “I love how you worry over making our parents happy but this wedding is about you and me. It’s about us coming together and we’re doing it our way, who cares what others think. As long as we love our decisions that’s all that should matter.” Niall didn’t seem so convinced by your words. “I know it’s about us, but it’s also about our families becoming one as well.” You sighed. “Niall, do you want to spend the night apart?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” You pulled your hand from Niall’s. “Just take me to a hotel and I will spend the night there. You can stay at the apartment.” Niall groaned and pulled over onto the side of the road, turned the engine off and faced you. “I didn’t mean to make you upset…” Niall placed his hand on your cheek and turned your face to look at him. “… You are the most important person to me. I just need you to be happy.” You were holding back tears. “I spend so much time away from you already, I can’t do another night when I know you’re so close.” A tear escaped and Niall quickly scooped it up. “I’m sorry darling I didn’t know you felt that way. When we get home we can cuddle in bed and watch a movie. After all we do have a big day tomorrow.” You smiled at him and leant into the palm of his hand. “I would like that very much. I love you Niall.” Niall leant over and kissed your lips. “I love you too (Y/N).”

Zayn: Tomorrow is your wedding to Zayn and only today he and the boys had came back from the last leg of the tour. Which is cutting it pretty close but he’s here now and plus you hadn’t seen him for weeks because you flew back home to finish preparing for the wedding. Everyone including Zayn and yourself had agreed that you weren’t to see each other before the wedding but you couldn’t take one more minute being away from him. You had managed to convince your friends to allow you and Zayn be together for a short while but the catch was you both had to be blindfolded. You were sitting on your friends bed in her hotel room with your blindfold on as you waited for Zayn to arrive. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door, the door opened followed by several sets of footsteps. “Zayn?” There was a pressure on the bed to your right and a hand was tracing your arm. “I’m here my love.” You scooted closer to the sound of his voice. “I missed you so much. I’m so glad you’re finally home.” Your hands found each other’s and linked together. “I missed you too. It’s good to be back, but I just wish that I could see you. I just want to look into your eyes and know that there is nothing but love there. And to see the faint colour come to your cheeks just because I say that you’re beautiful.” You manage to rest your head on his shoulder. “Tomorrow can’t get here fast enough. I just want to be your wife already. Do you think that they would mind if we got up right now and just eloped?” At this Zayn’s mum interrupts. “We would mind very much.” You both just laughed at her predictable reaction. “I think that answers your question my love.” You both just sat there for a while, nothing said between you as you just reconnected in being near each other. A while later Trish said that it was time that Zayn went so we could all get to sleep so we looked half decent for tomorrow. “Mum I think you’re forgetting (Y/N) could wear a potato sack down the aisle and I would still think she is the prettiest person that there ever was.” This statement of love caused your heart to flutter, “Zayn I love you.” You felt Zayn’s weight shift and then his lips were touching your nose. “I wanted to kiss your lips not your nose.” You chuckled at his confession. “How about the next time your lips touch mine we will be husband and wife.” Zayn’s weight left the bed. “Sounds good my love. I need to go now but I will be seeing you my gorgeous bride tomorrow.” A few moments later the door clicked shut and your friends were taking your blindfold off. As your eyes adjusted to the light again you knew that Zayn would do anything in his power to make you happy and that marrying him was going to be the best thing to ever happen to you.

A/N: I am so sorry I have been M.I.A for a couple months. I finished my course and have started another course that goes for a year but I have been writing in that time as well just haven’t posted so there will be a few things over the next week or so. Requests and feedback would be wonderful. Hope you have a good day.

This is more of a ‘fuck me’ story.

So the retail store I work at has these online coupons the customers and workers can sign up for. Before the cashier hits total, you have to enter the phone number you’ve placed under the OC (online coupon) account. Well, a week ago, my house needed some stuff (toilet paper, air freshener, paper plates, etc.) so I told my mom I’ll get them during my shift. During my break, I went on my phone and clipped so many coupons of the things I needed to buy including one that would take $5 off of any $25 subtotal purchases and also an associate-only coupon that’ll take $5 off of any $15 subtotal purchases.

When it was half an hour from closing time and there hadn’t been any customers for a couple of minutes, the assistant manager allowed me to shop for my stuff. I went around the store, got everything my family needed, and went to the cash register the assistant manager was working on.

My total was $43-48 (can’t remember exactly) and guess what…I forgot to punch in my number. Yup. I completely forgot about the coupons and every single item I bought had a couple for them including the two $5 off coupons which I could’ve happily used! And I didn’t realize that until after I got home. Do you know how much I could’ve saved if I had used those coupons?!

Something similar happened just last night during my shift. I had bought some stuff and I only had about $12 on my card. What I bought ended up being $23 dollars and me being my dumb self forgot about that $5 off $15 subtotal coupon again! It was a good thing I was going to be paid tomorrow (today) because I had to use up my card and the $7 dollars I had in my wallet.

I would like to say that this experience will remind me to use my OC next time I decide to spend big like that, but I know I’m going to forget again.

I’m still salty about last week incident and now I’ve got last night to add to it.