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
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.