my office is fun

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folkin’ around // panic! at the disco

"Tom the Impalor"

So context this is me and my friend Toms forst time playing DnD. The first battle we have is against an orc with a pack of wolves by his side. The party focuses on the wolves where as our ranger shoots the orc with his long bow dealing decent damage. Tom pipes up “im going to impale him with my javelin” DM allows it and tom rolls a Nat 20 and impales him from his gut straight through into his skull. He then goes on to do the exact same thing later on to a bear again rolling a nat 20 and acheiving his attack.


Party, including DM: You will forever now be known as “Tom the Impalor”

Tom: its not official yet. *Rolls nat 20 impales the final boss with his javelin.*

DM: its offical.

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Voltage Oresamas and Dogs

a.k.a. Poor Eisuke *

* See Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Love Trap (GREE) for a happier ending to Eisuke’s unrequited love

Sneaking- Peter maximoff smut

Word count: 944 Requested: yes Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Raring: M- SMUT A/N: I’m so sorry it took forever, but here! I know it’s not the best but it’s finally up!

The two had been together for a while now. Almost a year to be exact. The tension between the two was growing stronger as the days went by. Yet, even with being legally adults, the two never got the chance to do anything, let alone be alone together.

Readers POV

    Peter draped his arm over my side as we walked down the hallway of Xavier’s school. “Class treat you well today, babe?” He asked, his Goggles sitting on his head lopsided. I nodded and grinned at the silver haired boy. “Pretty good, Hank decided to set up a new course for us at the end of this semester… It’s kind of funny” I raised my hand and fixed his Goggles. “Oh, really? What is it?” Peter asked as we made our way to the school yard. “Sexual education and I think it’s 99% because of us” I replied at the fact it was true. That ,and Scott and Jean were getting pretty close.     Peter scoffed as we sat down at an empty picnic table, dropping our bags. “Seriously… Man we’re legal. I’m old enough to know how to put it in-” “DON’T FINISH THAT SENTENCE, KURT IS BEHIND YOU” Jubilee interrupted and sat down beside us - actually, in between us. Probably because Charles put her and the rest of our friends up to keeping Peter and I separated. Peter frowned and stood up. “Babe, want to go get food with me?” He asked, obvious excuse to find a way alone.   I was quick to follow behind him, we went walking down toward his room. “You know, we don’t even have to have sex, right? We could just go to that carnival that you like so much” Peter looked at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded. “Of course I know that but the most you’ve actually gotten to do was finger me and that was on the bus. I just want to be with you in any way we possibly ever could” I spoke softly and shrugged. We stopped at his door and he was fast to pin me in against the inside of it. His lips found mine and he pressed needy kisses to my lips. I inhaled, taking in all of this scent. He smelt so beautiful.   Much to our dismay, we heard an all too familiar BAMF and Peter sighed in hysteria, pulling away. “Really, Kurt? Man this sucks” Peter looked at he blue mutant who was grinning sheepishly. “I zhought I should finish my homevork”. Peter rolled his eyes and in a rush we were in an entirely new surrounding. A closet.

   “If we can’t get privacy in my room, we’ll get it here” he began to press those needy and list filled kisses to my lips and trailed down. His hand began to move lower to my hips and he kissed down my neck, to my collarbone and stopped. “Can we?” He asked softly and I immediately knew what he meant. I want to. I really want to. “We can get caught, Peter…” I trailed off, not entirely sure I wanted Peters father or anyone else to find Peter getting off inside of me. He grinned at me and held up a silver packet. A condom. Of course he would. “That’s the best thing about it! If we get caught, there’s always that thrill that we proved them wrong that we did get to have sex again” peter pressed his lips to my nose and waited. I nodded slowly.

Within a second or two we were both entirely naked and Peter was rolling on a condom. He pumped himself and looked at me before teasingly running his shaft up and down my slit. I whimpered out and glared at him. “We don’t have time for foreplay”. Peter  chuckled at my hiss. “Of course we don’t. I just like teasing you” Peter lowly pushed himself inside of me until he completely bottomed out, the awkward dull pain between my hips was back from not having him in such a long time. “You okay? You’re making hat face again” he was looking at me seriously this time and he rubbed my cheek softly. “No. I swear, you better not stop” I stated.

I felt Peter roll his hips before pulling out and sliding back into my heat very slowly, then repeating. The face he was making was pure concentration. It was more than likely he was struggling to go slow instead of fast like he’s used to. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “You can move faster, I’m not made of glass”. “ I know I just don’t want to risk hurting my baby girl” Peter said and he started to move in a little faster, but not much. We both let out small moans and gasps.

  Not long after, the sound of our skin was the only think audible. That’s a lie. We were loud. Peter was pounding into me and groaning loud, both of us chasing our orgasms. I felt that familiar tightness in my lower region and let go instantly, a heat and lightheadedness washing over me, my vision blurry. Feeling Peter release info the condom with a loud moan, I heard him giggle. “What?” I asked. “You squirted”. I felt my cheeks get hotter than there was before.

“Okay, fun is up. My office now” Professor Xavier’s voice calls from the opposite side of the door. I heard Erik and Raven mumble something and them walking off, I stared at Peter with wide eyes. He smirked and sat up. “What can I say? You tempted me, and it’s totally worth whatever we have to do now”.

4

For those who can’t read the yellow sign it says:

“[IMPAL-A PORTAL]
The Impala racing out of Purgatory, with monsters at her heel, back into the sunlight of the living world.”

It is a office supplies art of the impala made from a folder and a stapler, with monsters from a pencil sharpener and a staple remover among other things usually found at a office.

And yes there is a dog driving the impala for anyone wondering :P

“Be Sure to Like and Subscribe”

(( AU where the characters aren’t all spread across the world… :’ ( lol ))


“I can’t believe he has this much free time,” Yuri snorted.

“I think it’s cute that he puts so much effort into it,” Phichit said. “But he got kind of embarrassed when he realized we all followed his ‘secret’ accounts.”

The two skaters were huddled over their phones at the side of the rink, sharing a pair of earbuds.

Victor had to know what was interesting enough to get Yurio to lower his defenses long enough to talk to one of the foreign skaters.

“What are you watching~?”

He leaned in over Yuri’s shoulder.

“Fuck! Don’t sneak up on people like that!” the teen clutched at his chest angrily. Victor was like a ghost on the ice sometimes.

“A game?” Victor guessed, cheerfully ignoring Yuri’s complaining.

Phichit’s phone was flashing with images from some kind of alien fantasy world. Monsters were spewing out of caves in a bio-luminescent landscape, confronting a flurry of blue laser bolts coming from the character behind the camera.

“Wow, what is this? It looks fun,” Victor said, leaning in closer for a better look as Yuri practically did a backbend to get as far away from him as possible.

“What, you don’t follow his videos?” Yuri retorted.

“Whose videos?” Victor asked, blinking.

Phichit’s eyes slowwwly widened as realization dawned on him. He and Yuri exchanged dangerous grins.

“Oh my god,” Yuri was absolutely smug.

“It’s just this really popular gamer,” Phichit explained, easily recovering. Meanwhile Yuri looked like he was going to lose his shit any second. “We’ve all been following him for a while now. Me, Guang Hong, Leo, Emil, Mila, Sara… I just showed Yuri here last week!”

“I started following him as a joke, but… it’s actually kind of fun to watch,” Yuri admitted.

“I want to watch, too!” Victor decided.

“Oh, are you into this kind of thing?” Phichit asked too sweetly. “I would have told you about it sooner.”

“It’s ‘cuz you give off that uppity vibe,” Yuri said.

Victor’s shoulders stiffened a little.

Did everyone still think that?

“I want to watch it!” he insisted. “What is it called?”

Phichit scribbled something on a pink post-it note shaped like a hamster’s head and slid it over to Victor with a devilish smile.

“Let us know what you think!” he said.

~

Yuuri had a one-on-one training session with Yakov that evening, so Victor settled into the couch with his laptop balanced on his legs and Makkachin squeezed in around his feet. That dog was getting so fat. Victor always felt a bit guilty whenever training took him away from Makkachin. He devoted so much time to the ice, it was easy to get distracted from his other responsibilities. He ruffled Makkachin’s curly forehead.

“Tomorrow we’ll go to the park,” he promised.

Victor pulled out the pink sticky note and found some of the gamer’s old videos on a streaming site. Some of the videos were 6 hours long!

“Well, I’ll just watch for a bit,” Victor hummed to himself as he clicked on the flashiest thumbnail, which read:

PERFECT RUN!!! MY HIGHEST SCORE!!!!

Two hours later, he was gripping a pillow to his chest, talking enthusiastically to the screen as if he was giving the player direction from a command center.

“How can you make the jump from there- that’s not possible- y- Wow! He did it!!”

Makkachin’s ears perked up as Victor jumped in his seat.

“Ah, sorry- it’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed, patting the dog on the back. “I became too invested,” he laughed quietly.

“Oh! It’s almost time for Yuuri to get home~!”

Victor clicked out of the video and saw that the main page was advertising a streaming event coming up that weekend.

“Hmm. I bet they’ll all be talking about it at practice… I shouldn’t miss it,” he told himself, nodding gravely as he subscribed to the gamer’s channel. Just as he closed the laptop, he heard the keys in the front door.

Yuuri~!!”

~

The weekend came quickly- the days leading up to it were mostly filled with training, but Victor did manage to sneak in a few drinks with Chris at a local bar, and he and Yuuri spent an entire evening at the dog park with Makkachin. The life of a professional athlete was hard. Victor was glad that he was able to work and play with fiancé every week. But of course, they needed their time apart, too. Tonight Victor had finally released Yuuri from a long, tight hug at the door-

“Victor, I’ll be late,” Yuuri had laughed after a few minutes had passed, but he was still squeezing back just as hard.

-so that Yuuri could go out with friends.

Victor was curious to meet these mystery friends, whom Yuuri had yet to bring over to the apartment, but he hadn’t pressed the issue. It would happen when Yuuri was ready. Besides, Victor trusted him completely.

With the place to himself, Victor had time to enjoy the quiet. It was so different being alone when the feeling was only temporary. And nowadays, those moments were few and far between.

Victor stretched out on the bed and Makkachin flopped down next to him, breathing softly. Victor was about to close his eyes when he heard his laptop ping!

“Ah, I almost forgot about the stream,” he said, arranging the pillows behind him and putting in some headphones so that the noise from the game wouldn’t disturb Makkachin.

A countdown began and the stream started. Hardcore gamers were sharing their commentary on the gameplay in live time. Some trolls were, too. There were apparently a few diehard fans watching as well. Messages like ‘marry me!’ and ‘you’re literally the best. I’ve been following you from the beginning!’ and ‘your tips have helped me so much!’ kept popping up on Victor’s screen.

Victor thought it was strange that the player had accumulated such a large following even though he never showed his face. He didn’t seem to be the only one who thought so- the chat box in the corner was full of people asking ‘when can we hear your voice?’ ‘how come you never show your face??’ He had to admit, he was curious, too. But that sort of thing didn’t really matter when it came to the game, and Victor found it interesting enough on its own. It was like watching a movie, but more intense.

The screen went red as the player’s character was beheaded unexpectedly, after he had progressed to the stage of the final boss in a single go. Victor let out a gentle, disappointed gasp. Some of the viewers in the chat turned nasty, pointing out all of the things the player had done wrong and using some …strong language. Victor’s brow screwed up and he pushed up his sleeves with a huff, taking to the chat himself.

“Don’t listen to them!” he typed. “That was really impressive. Don’t give up! I want to see more!”

The player’s character was frozen on the screen. …Had he left?

“Please keep playing. I’m your newest fan!” Victor added enthusiastically.

/

“Ohh no.” Yuuri was resting a hand on his flushed forehead, hiding his face. He pushed his massive headphones back around his neck and turning around in his chair to look suspiciously at Phichit, who was sitting on the floor in the corner, snapchatting memes back and forth with Leo. “Did you-” Yuuri’s voice cracked with embarrassment, “Tell. Him?”

“Hm?” Phichit looked up with big, innocent eyes.

Yuuri jabbed a finger at the computer screen where the username nikiforov-v was spamming the chat box with heart emojis.

Phichit shrugged unrepentantly.

“You thought I was going to let you use my room as a gaming office and not have any fun with this?”

Phichit!!”

“Okay, I didn’t tell him it was you. But he saw me talking to Yuri about one of your videos and he wanted to know what it was-”

“Yuri watches my videos?”

“And he’s bound to find out eventually, anyways~”

“Oh my god this is so embarrassing…”

“Why? I think it’s kind of exciting! I wonder how long it will take him to figure out that it’s you he’s watching.”

Yuuri grumbled something indecipherable and put his headphones back on, continuing the game from where he had respawned.

He didn’t miss the new flood of hearts popping up in the corner of his eye. His heart warmed a little.

Oh, but he was definitely going to get Phichit back for this.

The DM had our party meet in jail and our goal was to escape before being sent to a work camp to die. When the game started our Half-orc Barbarian (ooc my husband) tried to make conversation with my High Elf Sorcerer/failed pickpocket. He tell me to “prop you shit bucket against a cell wall so it doesn’t spill on you” the DM never intended for us to have buckets to shit in but it was funny dialogue so he let it slide.
A thief got himself caught so he could escape, and steal something important from the head guard. He let’s us out so we can help him fight the guards on the way.
Soon we are breaking out but we don’t have any weapons. Our cleric says we should use our shit buckets and throw our shit on the guards when they come in. So we do. Our 3 players armed with buckets of shit plus the 3 other prisoners who were let out also have buckets of shit. The first guard has his mouth open when he rushed in, gets stunned long enough for me to take his sword, hand it off to the Half orc and he kills him with advantage. We proceeded to throw shit on and slaughter every guard in sight. At one point we come to a door and open it to find 5 guards in the room. I use magic to snuff out the light. The Half orc laughs, steps into the room and closes the door behind him. He has dark vision. The guards are human and do not. He slaughters all 5 guards singlehandedly and slams on into the wall with enough force to cracking his skull.
We find the head guard’s office and i splash my shit bucket on the walls just for fun. We escape the prison, kill more guards and travel though the sewers until we can get the thief’s hide out.
We have had a hard tme coming up with a name for what we did. They like The Shitty Escape. I call it the Fecal Massicure.

I started reading Chuck Wendig’s Aftermath and apparently there isn’t any fanart of Sinjir Rath Velus ?? which is an outrage and needed to be rectified immediately

So here he is with his new twi’lek buddy, Origami

Irrelevant to gtlive but I just remembered, last week I found out apparently the mass opinion of me in high school was that I was a cult leader??

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.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

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

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

Originally posted by tahyns

          “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.”

           "Someone?“

           "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.

           "From?“

           "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…”

           "What?“

           "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.

           "Good.“

           "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.

           Nochu.

           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.

           You blushed.

           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?“

           "You suck.”

           "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.”

           Jungkook giggled.

           "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.”

           "It’s nice.“

           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.”

           You smiled.

           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?“

           "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.

           "The Eclectics?“

           "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.”

           You chuckled.

           "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.

           "Off duty?“

           "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." 

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PART 3 

Mr. Jeon

This took me so long cause I accidentally wrote more than I needed and i turned this shit into a whole story so sorry about that. Also, this is rated NC-17 (there’s some kinky shit going on)

Jungkook’s POV

I sat at the end of the table watching all of my employees go back and forth about nonsense and bullshit about the company yet again. My father never told me how difficult it would be to run a company that was so successful. He always managed to make boring things seem so interesting though. I never thought that at the age of 24 I would be able to run a company all by myself, in the beginning it was all fun and games, then I had to grow up and it became boring and not so interesting anymore. That was until I met Y/N. She moved here from America three years ago and she’s worked here as an intern for about two and a half years. Her mother and my mother were in the navy together and my mother convinced me to let her work here. The first day I saw her she immediately caught my eye, she was different from every other woman around here.

“What if we just transferred a small amount of our stocks to them and in return they give us-” she began to speak, her voice was so angelic I could listen to her talk to me everyday

“No offense Y/N, but this is a meeting for actual employees, not interns. I don’t even know why you’re in here right now” Choi Minhee, she’s known to be the bitch of the office

“Minhee be quiet, the intern knows more than you do at the moment. I haven’t even seen you write a single thing down since you’ve stepped foot in this office. Y/N please continue” I said looking over at her and she smiled at me and began to speak again

Towards the end of the meeting everyone began to pack up and Minhee walked over to my desk.

“I don’t appreciate you embarrassing me in front of everyone like that Jungkook, it was rude and uncalled for.” she said and I rolled my eyes sitting down in my chair

“Okay well first off, it’s Mr. Jeon to you, second of all, I don’t appreciate your rude attitude towards MS. Y/L/N, that was uncalled for.”” I retorted and she stared at me as if she was lost for words

“Y-yes sir, I apologize for my actions.” she bowed then grabbed all of her things and walked out of my office slamming the door behind her.

I sighed and turned my chair so that I was facing the large window.

Over the course of six months Y/N became my official assistant and her and I have began to get closer to each other. It was close to closing time and Y/N was helping me clean up around my office before the holidays.

“Are you doing anything fun this year?” I asked her as she put on her coat and scarf

“Sadly not this year, my mom is being stationed again and my dad is visiting his family in Nigeria so I’ll be alone this year” she said sadly

“Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe I can be your secret santa and come by and drop you off a present” I told her grabbing my jacket as well

“Well then it’s not a surprise anymore, is it Mr. Jeon?” she asked smiling at me

“You know what, I guess not, and by the way when nobody is around you can call me Jungkook or Kookie, I’m fine with either one of them” I said walking over to my door and opening it for her

“I’ll keep that in mind Jungkook.” She said said pressing the button to the elevator as we waited for it to come up

“Y/N do you think that I could take you out on a date-“Y/N, I knew I would find you up here I tried calling you but, Oh! Mr. Jeon, hello” It was Jimin, he’s been working here for about four years now, we used to be friends but then things changed

“Hey Jimin” I said awkwardly

“I was just here to pick up Y/N, she’s finally letting me show her around Busan tonight” Jimin said, not gonna lie I’m kind of jealous. I’ve been wanting to show her around for a while but I could never get around to ask her

“Yeah I’m excited, you’re kind of early though aren’t you Jimin?” She asked getting into the elevator with Jimin

“I know, but I just really wanted to see you” He said and I scoffed

“Something wrong Kookie?” she asked showing serious concern

“I’m sure he’s fine, it must be something in the air.  Right Jungkook?” Jimin asked and I put on a smile

“Yeah, something in the air. You two have fun, I realize that I left something in my office. I’ll see you both on Wednesday” I waved at them and began to walk back to my office

I poured myself a cup of scotch and drank it gripping the cup in my hand.

Remember earlier how I said that Jimin and I used to be friends? Yeah there’s a reason behind that. Everytime meet a nice girl or I’m slightly interested in her he always has to come by and swoop her off her feet before I can even ask the girl on a proper date. I poured myself another drink and glanced out the window watching as they both got into his car.

Y/N’s POV

About an hour into my little journey with Jimin I really begin to feel good for once. Ever since I moved here my life hasn’t been the easiest. I only moved down here, because my mom made it seem like moving here would be fun and enjoyable and it was the exact opposite. The moment I got off the plane and into my new apartment people would stare at me and ask me so many questions as if I was a different species or something and it sucks. Then I got my job at the company and I met Jungkook and I finally felt like I could be accepted for me.

“I had a really good time tonight Y/N” Jimin said giving me a hug

“I did too, and I will most definitely give Taehyung your number” I told him smiling at him

“I’d greatly appreciate it, and by the way. You should definitely give Jungkook a chance. I can tell that you’re his type” he told me walking down the steps

I smiled and walked into my house taking off my clothes and changing into a big shirt. I can shower in the morning. I went into my kitchen and grabbed a box of cookies and began to make some hot chocolate. A knock on the door caught my attention.

“Who is it?” I asked

“It’s Jungkook”

I moved from the door and quickly looked at myself in the mirror and began to fix my hair. I opened the door and smiled at him.

“Hello, is something wrong?” I asked beginning to freak out. What if he came here to personally fire me?

“No, not at all. I actually came here to give you a few presents. Remember, I’m your not so secret santa.” He said and I laughed

“Well come on in, I know it’s cold out there. I don’t want to keep you waiting longer than you need to be. I was just about to have some hot chocolate and eat some cookies.” I stepped to the side and let him in the door

“I love hot chocolate and cookies” He said walking into my house and closing the door behind him

“Well then I guess that makes us both lucky.” I walked into the kitchen and took the hot milk off the stove then began to add the chocolate powder

“How do you like your hot chocolate?” I asked

“Just think of me as a five year old child” he said

“I’ve got just the thing, you and I are more alike than I thought” I said taking out whipped cream, marshmallows and sprinkles

I made the cups of wonderful chocolate heaven and walked towards the living room. Can you grab the cookies please, they’re in the cabinet labeled sweets. My Korean still isn’t perfect so I still have to label things” I explained to him and I heard him chuckle

“I think it’s pretty cute, if you ever need any help with your Korean just let me know and I will gladly help you. It’s the least that I can do since you’re always helping me file my papers, I know that I’m not the most organized person in the world and I’m really lucky to have you as my beautiful assistant.” He said and I smiled sipping my hot chocolate

“Well in that case I’m lucky to have someone has amazingly smart and incredibly handsome as my boss.” I said eating one of my cookies

Jungkook’s POV

When she called me handsome it’s like my whole world just stopped. This is indicating that she may actually return my feelings for her, but wait. What about her and Jimin?

“Hey um, how was your date with Jimin?” I asked sipping my drink

“Oh my goodness it was absolutely amazing. Busan is such a beautiful, I never knew how pretty it truly was. I felt so lucky to have someone like Jimin show me around.” she said and I mentally rolled my eyes

“That’s nice” I said nonchalantly

“Awe Kookie, are you jealous?” she asked leaning over and pinching my cheeks

“Me? Jealous, oh baby girl no. What do I have to be jealous of? Who’s the one sitting on your couch right now?” I asked smirking at her

“That may be true, but how do you know Jimin and I didn’t do anything before you even came here? Hm? For all you know he could be up in my bed right now or who knows maybe he’s hiding in the closet.” she said leaning over closer to me biting her lip

“You really want to tempt me right now, princess” I asked setting the mug on the coffee table

“Show me what you can really do” she whispered in my ear then slowly got up walking towards her bedroom

I began to follow her and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt in the process. Before I went upstairs I went into her kitchen and made of cup of ice then began to walk back up the steps.

“Come on Kookie, I’m beginning to get impatient” She whined and I bit my lip when I walked into the room

She was sprawled out on the bed in a black lingerie set and her hair was laid out on the bed.

“You look beautiful princess, did you get all dressed up just for me?” I asked walking into her room fully closing the door

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” she said sitting up and crawling over to me

“What do you have in that cup mister?” she asked and i sat it on the bedside table

“No peeking baby girl” I told her finally taking off my shirt completely

“Baby where do you keep all of your scarves?” I asked

“In the third drawer on the right, why?” she asked and i went over to open it picking up an all black scarf and a bright red one.

“No reason.” I walked back over to her and sat the scarves to the side

“You know, you were pretty disrespectful to me earlier. Mentioning Jimin when you most likely know my feelings toward you” I sat down on the bed and pulled her over my lap rubbing her butt cheek gently

“Are you gonna punish me now then, Mr.Jeon?” she asked looking at me over her shoulder

I smirked to myself and rubbed her butt once again.

“Pick a number between 10 and 20 for me angel” I said trailing my fingers slowly down her back

“15” she said wiggling her butt

“If you say so” I said and brought my hand down onto her left butt cheek

She gasped loudly and arched her back cause her butt to lift as well

“If you count with me this can go by a lot faster” I said bring my hand down again but harder this time

“T-two” she stuttered out biting her lip

“Don’t silence yourself baby girl, let your neighbors know how much of a dirty girl you truly are” I demanded continuing my slaps

“F-four, Kookie please n-no more” she said stuffing her face into the bed

“This is what you asked for, so this is what you’ll get baby girl” I said smacking her cheeks again as they began to turn a bright red color

After eleven more smacks I helped her sit up and grabbed the black scarf putting it over her eyes carefully.

“K-kookie what are you doing?” she asked nervously

“I’m going to take care of you baby, don’t worry.”  I tied her hands to the bed with the other scarf and made sure that it wasn’t too tight

“Do you trust me?” I asked grabbing the cup of ice

“Y-yes” she said

“What do you want our safe word to be?” I asked

“Mango” she said and I chuckled

“You’re so cute sometimes” I said and grabbed a piece of ice letting it melt in my mouth

I leaned down and trailed the piece of ice down the side of her neck and watched as she moaned and shivered.

“Jungkook, what the fuck!” she screamed

“Do you not like it?” I asked

“I-I like it and that’s the problem” she said

I smiled and grabbed a larger piece of ice trailing it down her body stopping at her panty line

“Can I take these off?” I asked and she nodded still shivering from the cold

I took off her panties slowly and threw them to the side slowly opening her legs biting my lip.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” I asked rubbing my hands up and down her thighs

“N-no” she said with a slight smile

“Well you need to hear it more often. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” I told her and finally leaned up to kiss her on the lips

Her lips were thick and soft and she still tasted like hot chocolate and marshmallows.

“I-I want you inside of me” she whispered against my lips

I stood up and pulled off my pants and underwear getting back onto the bed.

“Wait, do you have condoms?” I asked

“Third drawer on the bedside table.” I opened the drawer and grabbed one from the box opening the package and sliding it on

“Are you ready?” I asked her holding her hips in my hand

“Yes, I’m ready” she said

I held her hips and slowly slid into her looking up at her making sure that she was okay.

“K-Kookie” she moaned out

“Am I hurting you?” I asked beginning to freak out

“No, n-not at all. B-but can y-you take the b-blindfold off?” she asked

“Oh shit sorry” I quickly took the blindfold off and smiled looking at her eyes

“Such a beauty” I said and she smiled leaning up to kiss me

I pulled back from her lips and continued to slide into her, I watched as I disappeared inside of her then threw my head back biting my bottom lip.

“You feel so good around me like this.” I told her moving my hips slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her

“G-go faster, p-please” she said trying to push her hips down on me

I lifted her legs up and started to move harder and faster into her groaning loudly not caring if the neighbors could hear us or not.

“F-fuck Jungkook d-don’t stop!” she begged wrapping her legs around me

“D-don’t w-worry princess” I told her moving my hips faster against her

Being inside of her like this felt unreal. I never knew thought that she would actually return feelings for me and the fact that she did was amazing.

“I-I love the way you feel around me” I told her and I leaned down close to her ear

“I love how you get so flustered and lost for words that you can’t even form a simple sentence.” I smirked and pushed deeper into her feeling a soft spot

She moaned loudly and threw her head back closing her eyes and I could tell she was close.

“You gonna come for me princess?” I asked leaning down and sucking on her neck and she whimpered

“U-use your words baby” I told her trying to keep the pace as I felt myself get close to my orgasm as well

“Y-yes Jungkook, yes! I-I’m gonna come!” she said loudly as she arched her back

I leaned down and kissed her again groaning at the feeling of her clenching around me so tightly

“Jungkook!” she moaned loudly as she came and fell back fully onto the bed

“Fuck Y/N” I moaned loudly as I came into the condom slowly riding out our highs

I pulled out of her and threw the condom away into the trashcan, I carefully untied her hands and kissed her wrist.

“Are you okay?” I asked slowly standing up

“S-sleep. I need sleep.” she muttered out lowly

“You don’t want to take a bubble bath first?” I asked her

She shook her head and held her arms out for me instead

“Just hold me” she whispered

I smiled at her and pulled the covers back settling the both of us under them and holding her close to me.

“We can take a bath together in the morning and then go and get some breakfast, I’m not the best when it comes to cooking” I told her and she laughed

“I would love that” she said yawning and laying her head on my chest

“Oh and Jungkook”

“Yeah princess?”

“Jimin is gay”


I am sooooooooo sorry this took so long, but it’s the kinkiest thing I have ever written and I am so proud of myself. Also I typed this out on a google document and it came out to be seven pages long!!! Please enjoy! Also, I would like to give a big thank you to all of my amazing followers, I really appreciate you all for continuing to stay with me even though my writing schedule is a load of bullshit, and so I truly thank you all o very much for that and I wish you lots of love! Also request are open and I also do moodboards as well as scenarios and things like that. I’ve been trying to come up with new ideas for stories but I always forget to write them down so that sucks. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this

anonymous asked:

Could you do Bruce little sister, maybe eight years younger then him, dating Barry Allen and Bruce getting all protective??

Trying to figure out exact ages had been a challenge 😂 thus why ages aren’t really mentioned much! My head was spinning by the time I tried to figure out if I wanted to go with nu52 or birthright but I am roughly putting Barry in his late twenties-early thirties. And Bruce is in his late thirties. So reader/batsis may be around about the same age as Barry! (Also there was a similar request asking for bat-aunt dating Barry!)


Bruce keeps his eyes locked on you and you fold your arms across your chest. You are certainly not going to back down! At least not when it concerns your love life.

Bruce steps closer to you. “When were you planning on telling me that you are dating Barry, Y/N?” Bruce does not know whether to be mad at you for ignoring his earlier warnings or if he wants to be mad at Barry for even thinking of going out with you.

“If it was up to me, you probably would not be hearing about it anytime soon!” You huff indignantly. Bruce has always been really protective over you. Given the fact that you are younger than him and is his little sister and only living blood, you can understand why he would be but you are now well in your late twenties! You can very much take care of yourself but unfortunately, Bruce just cannot seem to see that.

“What do you mean?” He asks gruffly, stopping right beside you.

You uncross your arms to motion your hand in Bruce’s general direction. “This.” You stare at him incredulously. Bruce cocks his head to the left, prompting you to continue. “You always have this notion that I need to be protected all the time and every single time I tell you I am in a relationship with someone, a few days or a week later, all of them broke up with me!”

Technically it had not really been your brother’s fault. You had found out much later that most of who you had been seeing were only with you because you are Y/N Wayne, the little sister of Bruce Wayne. That or they broke up with you because you did not want to put out.

Bruce narrows his eyes at you. “You know the reasons behind those.” He does not even bother denying your accusations: there had been some truth behind your words after all. “I have been trying to keep you away from any of us, Y/N. It’s dangerous, we are dangerous and even Barry is dangerous.”

You shake your head. “I am well aware of this, Bruce. The moment our parents were murdered, by just having the name ‘Wayne’ is already a clear sign for being in danger.” You refute. “Barry may be dangerous but you know he is one of the greatest men you have ever worked with and you also know that he will try his hardest to keep me safe, like you do, Bruce.”

Bruce’s eyes soften slightly and he lets out a sigh. As much as he is really against you dating Barry, he also knows Barry can take care of you very well too.

You place your hand on Bruce’s arm. “Please, Bruce. I really like Barry and this is the happiest I have ever been.” You let the words slip from your mouth and you finally see Bruce’s resolve cracking when he turns to look at you before nodding his head curtly.

“I may not be happy about this but since it makes you happy, since he makes you happy then I will support you. Just as how you have supported me, Y/N.” Bruce finally relents and as soon as he finishes talking, you immediately throw yourself in to his embrace, laughing happily in to his shoulders. Bruce wraps his arms around you, a warm smile present on his face.

“Thank you so much, Bruce! You are the best big brother anyone could ever ask for!” You pull back with a grin on your face.

Your moments are cut short when a knock sounded and Barry peeks his head in. Bruce and you turn to look at him and since you are still in Bruce’s arms, you can feel him tensing up slightly.

“Is it safe to come in now?” Barry asks and you smile, nodding your head. Barry grins at you before letting himself in to Bruce’s office. You pat your big brother soothingly on the chest before he releases you.

Barry walks to meet you halfway and is about to drop a kiss on your lips when he sees Bruce staring at the two of you. He clears his throat and gives his friend a sheepish smile.

“I don’t care if you are the fastest man alive but if you ever hurt her, Allen, I swear to God, I will put a stop to you.” Bruce warns grouchily and Barry nods his head.

“I am a man of my words.” Barry tells Bruce before wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you to him. You wrap your arm around his body in return. “For as long as I live, I will make sure to keep Y/N safe and happy.”

The two most important men in your lives continued to stare at each other before Bruce finally nods his head. Barry lets the grin stretch widely.

“Alright. Now that that is settled, get out of my office and have fun on your date. Or whatever.” Bruce orders, walking towards his desk.

Your eyes follow Bruce’s and when he turns to look at you, you blow him a kiss causing him to smirk. “Thank you, Bruce! I will call you later.” He nods his head and Barry and you leaves his office once Barry is done exchanging a few words with your brother.

Barry pulls you over to a secluded corner before placing both of his hands on your face. He leans down to capture your lips and your knees shake as you kiss him back. When Barry pulls back you almost pout. “I have been wanting to do that all day, Y/N.”

Kaiidth. Or Whatever.

For JayTim week- Valentines edition: Stargazing 

rating: T

length: 7.6K

summary: Then Jason’s face closes off completely. He turns blank, emotionless. And while this would be normal for any other Vulcan in the universe, it isn’t normal for Jason, and this is what pushes Tim from concerned to terrified. Like Jason was, just a second ago.

“Excuse me,” Jason says, and his flat tone creeps Tim the fuck out. He turns and walks away, leaving Tim sitting there, alone, shocked, with their unfinished breakfast.

(AO3)

A/N: This is a collab with the amazing @tanekore. Go check out the artwork she did with Vulcan Jason- I cry every time I see it <3

(If you aren’t super familiar with Star Trek, there are a few terms you’ll need the definitions of:
Kaiidth- “what is, is”
T'hy'la- can mean “friend,” “brother,” or “lover.”
Also, you need to know that Vulcans are touch-telepaths, so they don’t usually let people touch them.)

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