one of the best parts lol


one of the best elements about this little moment is that emori actually reveals to the audience that she is playing a game with every person in that room without specifically saying it, but is also so good at playing “real” that it still results in no one in the room catching up on that fact and going along with what she has truly planned (from the beginning), lmao.

i’m inclined to fixate on this scene because it’s a masterclass move on her part. it’s in the way she reacts to clarke’s “wait” that sets the entire plan in stone and shows that its all a scheme, because she breaks the common signature style that people possess when they fall into a raging-fit, or seek for revenge etc etc.

instead of keeping her stance and demolishing the man further, she stops and turns around to face clarke and say “what?!”, breaking the moment she’d been waiting for herself. that’s such an interesting thing for her to do, because when i think about it and how other characters have handled themselves in situations in which they’ve beaten someone up i realize that they would have never let themselves be stopped with a simple “wait” - especially not this instantly - when they’re about to get what they want, but emori does because her goal is not to kill the man herself like she tells clarke is the “plan”, but to aim for and hit clarke’s nerves so that the man will end up exactly where she truly wants him to be - in the “oven”. so, with her turning around you know she’s expecting a very particular outcome - and its not from the person behind her, but from the person in front of her now - clarke. people have analysed this 374623746 times but everything about this is so calculated, i’m thrilled by her ability to make things work like that. and the way she is drawing us into her orbit is just. damn. the characters are really not aware, but you should be. it’s right in your face.


RaHyuk teaching us why we shouldn’t go outside 

forest // twenty one pilots


Acotar characters meets Friends Part 38
  • Rhys: You don't want my opinion?
  • Mor: Not really.
  • Rhys: I'm your cousin. Ask me.
  • Mor: Oh ok cousin.
  • *holds up a black and red lacy things*
  • Which one of these do you think would make your little cousin look hotter so your best friend would wanna do her?
  • Rhys: ...the red one.
Masquerade. (Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) Part 1

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

Fluff & Slight Smut

Office Au, Hosts Au

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out…

           But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.

Warning: Will need lots of water for thirst. (Unless that’s just me *fans self* lol)

Parts 1 of 4

Links: Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by epikcry

          It was a very famous place, full of mystery. Many recommended that you had to go there at least once in your life, especially if you were single and looking for a good time. Yet no one spoke about it past that. But the alluring smile and the dust of pink on their cheeks as they mentally recollected their experiences drew you in.

           You wanted to know what they saw. You wanted to know what they felt.

           Club Masquerade.

           Your fingers tapped your desk as you stared at the address your friend had texted you. All of your girl friends highly urged you to go. They only went once, but they raved that they could never forget about their time there. If they weren’t already in happy relationships, they stated that they would be frequenting it often.

           You clicked on the website she had attached with the address, and you fumbled as the heading of the site caused you to turn red.


           Frantically pressing buttons on your phone to exit out before any passing eyes spotted what you were looking at, you spazzed out in your desk. People glanced at you worriedly but you gave them a weak smile as you fixed your outfit.

           "Y/N!!“ a familiar bellow was heard from the adjacent office and you jolted out of your seat.

           "There he goes again.” One of your co-workers chuckled.

           You exhaled and hurried into your boss’s office.

           "Yes, Mr. Jung.“ You mumbled.

           "What the hell is this?” he slammed papers down onto his table. “I can’t understand your handwriting!”

           You exhaled. “We’ve been working together for years and you still can’t read my handwriting?”

           "What?“ he snapped and you straightened up.

           "Would you like me to read it to you then?” you suggested.

           "Well, there’s no other way for me to understand this.“ he rolled his eyes and spun around in his chair.

           You took a deep breath to calm yourself, knowing your boss’s specialty was pissing you off. Grabbing the papers, you organized them in order and was about to begin reading when he cut in.

           "Oh we’re also getting a new boss tomorrow, so those –” he pointed at the boxes you had lugged in early this morning. “– need to be put together.”

           Your eyes widened. “You want ME to put together an office table and chair??”

           "Yeah, why?“ he blinked at you. "Can’t do it?”

           You groaned and he knocked on his desk impatiently. “Just because you’ve been my secretary for years doesn’t mean you can slack off. Let’s get to it.”

           "Which would you like me to do first? Read the plans or fix the table?“ You questioned lifelessly.

           "Hmmm….you can just do both.” he waved his hand as he continued to play with his pen and spin in his chair.

           "Are you serious?“ you looked at him exasperatedly.

           He feigned ignorance then gestured for you to hurry.

           "No.” You slammed the papers down. “You read those while I do the table.”

           "I don’t want to.“ He crossed his arms. "That’s your job. Write it neater.”

           "I had the entire office read through it before sending it over!“ you complained. "Maybe you need to get your eyes checked!”

           "Excuse me?“ he stood up angrily.

           "You heard me!” you retorted, glaring at him dangerously.

           "Go fix the table!“ he yelled.

           "I am!” you bellowed in return as you spun around to make your way to the boxes.

           "Don’t yell at me!“ he pointed.

           "You started yelling first!”

           "No I didn’t!“

           A timid knock on the office door had you both freeze in your places. Mr. Jung coughed to regain his composure and gently sat down in his chair.

           "Come in.” he stated firmly.

           An attractive young man peeked in with a large smile plastered on his face.

           "Sorry to interrupt Mr. Jung ~“ he greeted sweetly and you felt yourself gawking at how the room lit up with his entrance.

           "My dear friend!! Stop with the formalities. Call me Hoseok as usual.” Hoseok grinned and opened his arms welcomingly.

           You found yourself giving him a look of disgust at his unexpected behavior. Everyone in the office knew him as constantly cold and only ever heard him yelling, mostly directed your way. He was totally fooling this visitor.

           "What’re you doing here?“ Hoseok sat down at the front of his desk.

           "Oh I’m here to fix up the table…” the other man trailed off, realizing that someone else was in the room. You felt yourself blush as you spotted him scanning you intently.

           "Oh don’t worry. The secretary’s got it.“ Hoseok waved his hand. "She’s pretty brolic so she can handle. You want to get some food while you’re here?”

           You made sure your back was turned before you made faces of anger towards Hoseok.

           "I just ate, but coffee sounds good. We can just catch up in here so we don’t waste money on gas or anything.“

           "I’ll go get you some then. I’ll be right back.” Hoseok patted his friend’s shoulder before exiting the room.

           Soon after the door shut, you felt the stranger crouch down next to you. You were a bit startled so you flinched when you realized. He giggled.

           "Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.“

           You blushed and shook your head. "Don’t worry. I was just trying to figure out how to put this together.”

           "This is my job, so don’t worry about it.“ the man smiled and took the pieces away from you gently.

           You chuckled. "No, he won’t let me hear the end of it if I abandon this.”

           "Then let’s fix it together then?“ he grinned expectantly.

           You timidly nodded, not having the heart to refuse his eager help.

           "I’m Jimin.” he introduced, holding out his hand kindly.

           "Y/N.“ you smiled as you shook it warmly.

           "So you’re his secretary, huh?” his eyes scanned the pieces and organized them with ease.

           "Uh yeah.“ you watched Jimin work in awe. "Have you done this before?”

           Jimin chuckled and glanced over at you with a friendly twinkle in his eye. “No. I’m following the instructions.”

           You squinted and scanned the sea of parts and boxes for any semblance of instructions. Then your lips curled up as you realized he was joking. He laughed as he watched it dawn on you and you joined him.

           "Sorry. I’m not used to jokes at work.“ you giggled.

           "Hoseok can get a little intense when it comes to work-related stuff.” Jimin smiled as he continued setting up the parts.

           "A little is an understatement.“ you mumbled under your breath, but Jimin chuckled, obviously hearing your comment.

           "Don’t tell him I said that.” you whispered guiltily.

           Jimin grinned and handed you a piece of the table. “It’ll be our secret.”

           You blushed, feeling giddy butterflies in your stomach.

           "Now hold that so I can start drilling it together.“ he placed another piece into your free hand and positioned you. Your cheeks warmed as he nonchalantly touched your arms and placed your fingers where they needed to be. Then with a big smile, he stepped back.

           "Good. Stay right there. Where’s Hoseok’s drill?”

           "Uh should be in that gray cabinet in the corner. Top shelf to the right.“ You instructed, knowing his office like the back of your hand.

           You had organized it countless of times until it was to Hoseok’s liking and then some more because he just loved to irritate you.

           "Got it!” Jimin cheered triumphantly as he scurried to your side. “Hold tight, okay?”

           You swallowed and held the pieces firmly while he set up the tool. Jimin was in mid-drill when Hoseok burst into the room holding two cups of coffee. His brows furrowed angrily as he happened upon the scene.

           "What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?“

           "Um…holding the table, as you can see.” you snapped.

           "I told you to do it yourself. Why did you make Jimin –“

           "I volunteered to help her.” Jimin smiled warmly at Hoseok then glanced your way encouragingly. “It’ll take one person a while to fix it and I’m sure she has a lot of paperwork to do.”

           Hoseok pursed his lips, forming a straight line and you knew that face meant he was holding back his anger.

           "Your coffee will get cold, Jimin.“ he stated flatly.

           Jimin laughed and turned his attention to you, "Want some coffee, Y/N?”

           "I only have two here.“ Hoseok sulked.

           "We can share.” Jimin whispered playfully causing your lips to curl up happily.

           "Here! Here!“ Hoseok shoved the coffee into your hand, irritatedly. "Me and Jimin will just share!”

           Jimin cracked up as he waltzed over to Hoseok’s desk, where the latter was pouting. You sat on the ground and sipped the coffee welcomingly. The two slowly drifted into their own world, catching up on mutual friends, and retelling stories. They seemed to have forgotten you were in the room, but you didn’t mind. You took the time to study the handsome features of Jimin from afar. It had been awhile since someone handsome was so openly nice to you. You looked at him dreamily. But it was Hoseok who cut into your thoughts.

           "Well since you’re no help at all, get out of my office.“

           "Hoseok…” Jimin looked at him sadly.

           "It’s fine. That’s how we have a discussion.“ Hoseok patted his friend’s shoulder and gave you a scolding look.

           You faked a smile as you stood up, glad you didn’t have to put together a table but offended that he was treating you so rudely in front of his attractive friend. Not satisfied with leaving without the upper-hand, you raised your cup smugly.

           "Thanks for the cup, Hoseok ~” you smirked and hurriedly closed the door behind you.

           "What did she call me?“ you heard him hiss before you skipped to your desk, ecstatic about your good luck.

           "Who was that?” one of your co-workers whispered, intrigued.

           "I don’t know.“ you smiled. "But he was charming.”

           "Good morning everyone!“ You greeted warmly as usual, and everyone waved at you brightly.

           "He’s in already.” They warned you in a hushed tone.

           "Already?“ Your eyes widened.

           Suddenly, Hoseok marched down the aisle, holding his usual cup of coffee. As always, he wore a straight-faced expression that was laced with an air of mystery. His suit was tailored sharply so it hung just loose enough to make you wonder about his form without giving too much away. You exhaled knowing that you were already in trouble this morning for coming in later than him, not that you had any control over it. He came in whenever he wanted and you never knew what to expect.

           You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you spotted your co-workers stare at him longingly while he strutted throughout the office confidently. Hurriedly, you hung your coat on the back of your chair and sat down, hoping that he wouldn’t notice you just arrived. He passed by the respectful bows and greetings without a response or change in expression. It was rare for him to return anyone’s "Good mornings”, yet your co-workers still tried to get him to notice them.

           You kept your eyes down on the stack of paperwork in front of you, trying to look busy, but as always, it didn’t deter him from sitting down on your desk with a big smirk on his face.

           "Morning Madam Secretary ~“ he raised his cup. "Had a late start today?”

           You exhaled and crossed your arms.“Well someone was just earlier than usual today.”  

           "Tsk. Tsk.“ he shook his head. "I thought I would die walking over to get coffee.”

           You gave a him disapproving look, which he simply raised a questioning eyebrow at you.  "Then you’d be the first to die walking 10 steps to get coffee and it was due to your own lack of movement.“ You hummed as you returned your focus back to your paperwork.

           He knocked on your table in retaliation to regain your attention. "Yah.”

           You glared up at him.

           "I’m your boss, your boss. We’re not friends.“ he stated firmly as he continued tapping on your desk irritatedly.

           You rolled your eyes and shooed him away. "Well then Boss, please get off my table and let me work.”

           "Yah!“ he raised his voice.

           Your bickering was a normal occurrence in your office but it never failed to astound the workers. Everyone’s eyes were on you two, especially now that his voice grew louder than conversational level. You two had just worked together for so long and no one but you could put up with his attitude. So regardless of how rude you were to each other, you were both secure that things would carry on normally afterwards.

           "Fighting so early?”

           A familiar voice had you both straighten up from your positions. Immediately, both of your faces brightened as Jimin appeared, carrying three cups of coffee.

           "J-Jimin!“ you stammered as you stood up, flustered, earning a judgmental glare from Hoseok.

           "Sorry I’m late. I wanted to pick up some warm drinks for us to start off the morning!” Jimin grinned and you heard immediate excited whispers throughout the office.

           "I see you already have one Hoseok….“

           "It’s cold already so I’ll take yours.” Hoseok left his coffee on your desk and grabbed one from Jimin brightly. You pursed your lips in annoyance.

           "And one for you, Miss Secretary ~“ Jimin sang as he handed you a cup.

           Your lips curled up happily as you accepted his kind gesture. "What brings you here so early? Did Mr. Jung send you on errands?”

           Hoseok chucked his straw paper at you without batting an eye, playing it off as if he missed your trashcan.

           Jimin laughed, “Oh no. I’m the new boss being transferred here.”

           You stumbled back from surprise. “Oh my gosh!”

           Frantically, you bowed deeply, “Welcome Mr. Park!”

           Hoseok smirked as he sipped his coffee.

           "You didn’t tell her Hoseok?“ Jimin glanced at him amused as you sent threatening looks towards Hoseok.

           "Must’ve slipped my mind.” he shrugged and pointed to you. “Well get back to work and take care of your table. It looks like it has a lot of trash. So unattractive.”

           He shook his head disapprovingly as he stalked back into his office. You huffed, trying to maintain your composure.

           "He’s a handful, huh?“ Jimin stayed put, relaxingly sipping his coffee.

           You smiled as you grabbed his forgotten coffee cup and chucked it into your trash bin. "I’m sorry. I really had no idea you were the new boss.”

           "It’s fine.“ he waved his hand. "I respond to either-or anyway – Jimin, Mr. Park– it all sounds the same to me.”

           You giggled shyly.

           "In return for the coffee, do you think you could introduce me to everyone?“ Jimin mumbled softly. "It feels weird just waltzing in here and having them report to me when I don’t know them.”

           Your eyes widened, “You want to get to know everyone?”

           "Yeah.“ he blinked. "Is that weird?”

           You laughed, “No, not at all. It’s just…different…from what we’re used to at least.”

           Jimin smiled knowingly and you gestured for him to following you timidly. Everyone was flustered as he approached each worker one-by-one, reiterating their names and conversing with them briefly. Your female co-workers were visibly attracted to this kind man as they fixed their hair and straightened up their skirts before you reached their cubicle.

           "If you forget anyone’s names, don’t hesitate to ask me.“ you chuckled as you both returned back to your desk after a few minutes.

           "I’ll probably keep asking you frequently. Sorry if I get annoying.”

           You waved your hand, “That’s what I’m here for. I’d be glad to help you out.”

           "I’m lucky to have such a pretty secretary.“ he grinned as he raised his cup. "It makes starting off the day better.”

           You blushed. “Just call me over if you need anything.”

           "I’ll probably just be setting up my office and papers today.“

           "Oh. I finished that yesterday.” you smiled shyly, happy that you were proactive in doing so. You wanted to impress Jimin in as many ways as possible.

           "Wow, you’re a blessing.“ he reached out and petted your head gratefully.

           You felt your face turn red as he laughed at your reaction.

           "You’re cute, Y/N.”

           With that compliment, he strolled back into his office. You exhaled and swooned into your seat, your gaze lingering at the door that he disappeared into. Your hands immediately cupped your cheeks to offset the growing warmth, but you couldn’t fight off the giddy feeling. But you only reveled in it for a few minutes before Hoseok’s loud voice echoed and your mood immediately dropped.


           You groaned and grabbed your completed stacks of paper to report to him.

           "Yes, Mr. Jung.” You marched into his office, stealing a glance at Jimin thoroughly reading through documents, sporting glasses which made you weak at the knees.

           "I have meetings today right?“


           "Go over what they’re about and what I need to know.“ he twirled around in his chair.

           You whipped up a typed copy of the outline of the meeting so he could read along (which he never did) and began informing Hoseok. Feeling Jimin’s gaze on you from across the room made you more conscious but also more efficient in your explanation.

           "Alright. Let’s go. Make sure you stay close so I look better.” Hoseok stood up and fixed up his suit, smirking at his own insult.

           You gave him a look of disgust as he walked by, and peripherally, you caught Jimin smiling at you and giving you a thumbs up in approval. Immediately, you blushed and smiled shyly before exiting the room.

           With two bosses now, one hot and one cold, one friendly and one rude, it was a pretty stressful week at work. When Friday afternoon rolled around, you were exhausted in all aspects.

           "Seriously. You’re always at work or thinking about work, girl.“ your best friend chimed into the phone. "You’re going to end up single and alone at this rate.”

           "Don’t remind me.“ you grumbled as you plopped onto your bed.

           "I’m telling you. Go to Club Masquerade. At least you’ll be single and NOT alone there. It’s only an hour per person, but it is WORTH IT.” she urged. “Trust me.”

           You sighed. “I don’t know…it doesn’t sound like my thing.”

           "Believe me. It’s everyone’s thing.“ you could hear the smirk in your friend’s voice. "They’ll take good care of you there.”

           "Mmmm…“ you contemplated.

           "I’m telling you, just GO. If you don’t like it, then I’ll stop bothering you. But at least then I can talk to you about it. I’m DYING!” Your friend urged.

           "Fine, fine. I’ll go. I need to de-stress and having some fun outside doesn’t sound too bad.“ you chuckled.

           "Oh my goodness. You’re going to have so much fun. I’m so excited for you.” your friend squealed excitedly. “You HAVE to wear that black dress and that silver masquerade mask you were going to wear for my bachelorette party there.”

           "You keep rubbing it in. I can’t help that I contracted pneumonia!“ you groaned.

           "Well, now you can pay me back by getting your single ass to this Club!” she scolded.

           "Alright, alright. I’ll get ready and send you my look.“

           "Perfect. Have fun girl ~”

           You inhaled and exhaled deeply as you clutched your trench coat around you for protection. You weren’t used to wearing a lot of eye make-up and deep red lipstick, but you wanted to look as seductive and daring as you were going to try to be tonight. You adjusted your elegantly designed silver masquerade mask and without another thought, you pulled open the door leading into Club Masquerade, hoping it would give you the change you needed in your mundane life.

           A bell echoed as you stepped in and immediately you were greeted by cute girl at the entrance.

           "Hello welcome to Club Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true! How can I help you today?“ she smiled warmly, which eased your frantically beating heart.

           It seemed straight out of a Renaissance fairytale. There was a beautiful chandelier lined with diamonds that reflected the silver and gold that decorated the high ceilings. You saw there were red velvet curtains in the back where people adorning masks of all styles and colors were disappearing to. Some were sitting in small tables by the entrance, merely conversing and having tea, but they too soon disappeared behind the maroon veils.

           Seeing your awe, the girl chuckled. "It must be your first time today. Are you familiar with how we work?”

           "Ummm…“ you blushed. "Not really…”

           "No problem. I’m here to answer any of your questions and curiosities.“

           "Um…what exactly does it mean when you say you’ll make our fantasies come true?” you whispered, embarrassed.

           "Absolutely anything and everything.“ she grinned proudly. "We have a variety of persona hosts that specialize in different forms of fantasies. Of course everything is anonymous so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, and everyone knows the safe word.”

           "Persona…hosts…?“ you blinked.

           Her lips curled up endearingly. "Oh dear. I think we have a pure one here.”

           You felt your cheeks heat up as she looked at you with a warm flicker in her eye, like a teacher ready to give her favorite lecture.

           "How about…“ you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder and you tensed up. ”…you let us take over from here?“

           You felt yourself shiver as a strong arm pulled you flush against his body.

           "It might be easier to show her how things work here.”

           The hairs on your skin immediately stood on edge at his emphasis. Was it excitement? You glanced beside you to find an attractive man wearing a sparkling red masquerade mask. Before you could study him more carefully, a hand grabbed yours and a pair of lips pressed onto the back of your hand, causing your heart to flip over.

           "We’ll take good care of her.“

           You gawked at the man wearing a silver-lined black mask in front of you. The girl at the reception laughed and glanced over at you.

           "It seems you’re in luck today Miss.” she explained as she nudged you playfully. “These are the best two hosts we have and it seems you’ve piqued their interest~”

           You blushed as you tensed up, not used to being surrounded by attractive and forward men.

           "Which persona are they…?“ you questioned.

           The receptionist giggled as she handed you a circular buzzer, similar to ones they have at restaurants that take reservations.

            "I’ll let them take over now. This will flash and vibrate when your hour is up. If you’d like to extend the time, there’s a red button in each room that you can press. If not, then your hosts will escort you back out here.” she explained brightly as you grabbed the buzzer nervously. “Have a pleasure-filled time!”

           You smiled weakly as the two led you down into the section of tables.

           "Hungry?“ Black Mask, as you were going to refer to him in your mind, questioned.

           You shook your head.

           "Don’t be nervous.” Red Mask whispered into your ear and you shuddered at his closeness. Then he turned to Black Mask with a smug smile. “Explanations aren’t my thing, so I’ll give her to you for 35 minutes and I’ll take the last 25?”

           "Alright, I’ll spend 10 minutes explaining things then.“

           "He’ll prepare you for me…” Red Mask hummed into your ear again, his hand slowly moving down your arm before he walked away.

           Black Mask chuckled as he took your arm and wrapped it around his, guiding you elegantly.

           "Don’t be so tense. You set the rules around here. None of the hosts will do anything to make you uncomfortable. We’re here to serve you exactly how you want us to.“

           You nodded, feeling a little better.

           "So these tables are for those who just require a conversational host or for those who like easing into the…main dish.” Black Mask licked his lips and you bit yours as you watched him. “So yeah, we have a place for tea and talking, some refreshments, etc. Any questions?”

           You shook your head and he chuckled, tapping your arm gently. “Relax.”

           "I’m sorry…this is just not my usual place to hang out…“ you mumbled.

           He grinned, "I would be surprised if it was anyone’s. Everyone starts off nervous when trying something new, but trust me. I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

           Your heart fluttered at the sincerity of his statement, but then he leaned closer and whispered, “Unless you want me to.”

           Your body heated up as the scent of his cologne filled up your senses. He straightened back up and led you to the red veils.

           "And here we have the host rooms.“ he introduced, simply standing there to ease your nerves. "You must have lots of questions about this.”

           "Are they all bedrooms?“ you mumbled.

           "No.” he chuckled. “Some people don’t like doing things on beds.”

           Your eyes widened as you glanced up at him and he winked playfully. You felt yourself giggle at his playful tone.

           "There’s a smile – finally!“ he nudged. "There are bedrooms in the farthest part of this hallway, but the first few are lounges, then some are specialty rooms, others we end up redecorating according to the client’s preferences.”

           "Wow.“ You were impressed. "That’s a lot of work.”

           "Anything to make our clients happy.“ His lips curled up and you felt yourself smile. "Well, it seems you’re not sure what your interests are in this…field. So what do you want to do?”

           You blinked, “What’re my options?”

           "Well, if you would like, we can just sit and chat.“ he gestured to the tables. "Or we can take it easy in one of the lounges. Orrrr –” he grinned. “–if I’ve completely terrified you and you want to run off, then you’re welcome to do so.”

           You chuckled, now more relaxed. Something about him eased your worries and curiosity was slowly getting the better of you as you wondered what exactly happened in these rooms. Excitement bubbled in your stomach and you felt a surge of spontaneity.

           "Let’s go to the lounges.“

           You hardly recognized the confident voice that came out of you. But something drew you there. You wanted to see for yourself what exactly was behind the veil. You wanted to unravel the mysteries of this place, and the more Black Mask questioned you, the more you wanted to discover the mysteries in yourself.

           "As you wish.” His lips curled up proudly as slipped his hand into yours, leading you to the hallway of rooms.

           Once you were behind the veil, you heard an eerie silence. The lighting was dim, alluring, and mysterious like the rest of the place.

           As if reading your thoughts, Black Mask commented, “All rooms are soundproof so you can be as loud as you want.”

           You blushed from the implication. He smiled as he entered the room and you were surprised to see Red Mask sitting on one of the couches nonchalantly.

           "Figured you’d go to this room.“ he grinned.

           "Hm?” you looked up at Black Mask inquisitively.

           "This is technically ‘my’ room.“ he answered lightheartedly.

           "My room’s a bit more… fun.” Red Mask smirked. “Hopefully I’ll be able to take you there soon enough.”

           You bit your lip nervously at his comment and soon, Red Mask was in front of you.

           "Don’t bite your lip like that.“ he growled. "Or I’m going to jump you with him watching.”

           You inhaled sharply, but soon the gentle hand of Black Mask cut in between you two.

           "I still have 30 minutes with her, but I wanted her to establish rules with both of us before I get started.“ Black Mask explained then turned to you. "Let’s sit?”

           You smiled and nodded as he led you to the couch. Red Mask’s eyes were watching your every move and for some reason, it boosted your confidence that he was ravaging your body with his prolonged stare.

           "Rules?“ you questioned as you sat down.

           "Yeah, set some boundaries for us. Tell us what absolutely turns you off. We’ll remember it.”

           "Hmm…“ you pursed your lips as you pondered about it.

           "Damn you’re so cute.” Black Mask covered his face and laughed.

           Your lips curled up at the compliment. The two then sat on either side of you, waiting for your decision.

           "Well…“ you started and their eyes were on you attentively.

           "Clothes stay on.”

           They nodded and it encouraged you to continue. “And my lower half is off limits… unless I say otherwise.”

           "And by lower half, you mean below your stomach but above your thighs?“ Red Mask hummed.

           You turned warm and nodded.

           "Anything else?” Black Mask questioned and you shook your head.

           "That’s fine.“ Red Mask smirked and he leaned over, talking into the crook of your neck. "I can make you beg for me without touching you there.”

           You swallowed roughly as your heartbeat quickened at the thought of it. But soon enough, Red Mask stood up and left the room, giving the allotted time to Black Mask.

           "Well,“ he leaned against the couch. "it seems you’re not sure what you like and dislike, huh?”

           "I haven’t really given it much thought…“ you frowned.

           He scooted over closer to you and smiled gently. "Well that’s what I’m here for.”

           You locked eyes with him.

           "I’ll figure you out.“ he whispered as he caressed your face softly.

           Your eyes darted to his lips then back to his eyes but as he moved his face closer, your gaze didn’t leave his mouth. You were mesmerized.

           "Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

           You nodded in anticipation and he lightly pressed his lips on yours sweetly. Your entire body tingled with the sensation. His thumb rubbed the side of your cheek and he stared at you lovingly.

           "You’re okay?“ he asked and you nodded.

           He smiled and leaned back to capture your lips gently as both of his hands cupped your face. Your breath hitched as his hands traveled down to your neck. One of his hands stayed on your face while the other glided down your arm to intertwine your fingers together. You kissed back, already following the rhythm of his lips.

           "Comfortable?” he hummed.

           You nodded, catching your breath. Although kissing side by side was a bit hard, you didn’t want to stop the momentum. He chuckled as he kissed your cheek and your breathing got labored as he traveled down your jaw then to your neck. The kisses were light but it ignited your body, as if he knew exactly where you were most sensitive. His free hand unfastened your trench coat and you both maintained eye contact as he slowly pulled it off your shoulders, revealing your tight, form-fitting black dress.

           "Wow.“ he breathed, taking in your body. "You’re beautiful.”

           Your hands nervously reached out for him and he gave you an encouraging smile, observing the worried look in your eyes. “You can touch me wherever, as much as you want.”

           You wanted more of his kisses and for some reason, doing this with a complete stranger where no one knew who you were, made you more courageous than you had expected. Gently, you pulled his tuxedo towards you and he smiled into the kiss happily.

           "Tell me what you like.“ he whispered as he started leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down your neck onto your shoulder, as your heart ran a marathon inside your chest.

           "Keep doing that.” you muttered, breathlessly.

           "As you wish.“ he placed a chaste kiss on your lips before tending to the other side of your body.

           Soon his hands found its way back to caressing your face and you leaned forward to lock lips with him feverishly. He mentally took note of what he did to get that reaction out of you and tested out the waters by grazing his tongue on your lower lip. You gasped at the new feeling and you pressed deeper into the kiss. You felt his lips curl up as he repeated that same action again but at a more languid pace. Soon, you were on your knees on the couch nearly straddling him to deepen the kiss. His tongue on your lip was driving you insane.

           He broke the kiss and chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

           "It’ll be dangerous if you straddle me with a dress on.” his eyes twinkled brightly as he took in how swollen your lips had become and how your pupils were dilated with lust.

           "What?“ you breathed, clearly not in the right state of mind.

           His expression darkened as he smirked, "It’ll be dangerous.”

           You realized your position and immediately sat back down, flustered.

           "Tell me if you don’t like this.“ he whispered and soon you found your back on the couch and him hovering over you.

           He had placed your coat on top of your legs mannerly as he climbed over you on all fours.


           You shook your head and smiled, tugging at his tie. He raised an eyebrow at your gesture.

           "Kiss me.“ you requested.

           He grinned as he leaned down.

           "You’re too damn cute.”

           Soon, you were locking lips again but this time your hands freely roamed his body, feeling his chest, his waist, and fiddled with his belt. His hands were supporting himself up so your bodies didn’t make contact but little by little his body melted into yours, which you received heartily. He gently played with your hair, caressed your cheek, and lightly nipped at your neck, leaving you breathless, relaxed, yet wanting so much more.

           Suddenly, there was knock on the door and he chuckled, immediately sitting up and getting off the couch. You were panting heavily, upset at the loss of contact.

           "What’s happening?“ you questioned, your voice a bit rough and dehydrated as you sat up.

           He chuckled as he returned by your side with a cup of water.

           "My 35 minutes with you is up.” he smiled.

           "Already?“ you pouted.

           He leaned over and kissed you sweetly on the cheek. "We can always play some more if you prefer me.”

           "Prefer…?“ you furrowed your brow.

           Black Mask fixed your hair carefully as you finished your water.

           "My friend has a bit of a different… approach than me.” His eyes had a mischievous glint to it as he grabbed the empty cup from you.

           You watched him walk towards the door sadly. He turned to you one last time and winked, “I look forward to your choice.”

           With that, he opened the door and disappeared, leaving you alone in the room. Those 35 minutes felt like an eternity of heaven for you. Then you finally composed yourself, realizing that your next host was the one that continually sent shivers of excitement down your spine simply with his words. You felt the need to throw your trench coat back on; you felt naked and anxious. You walked around the room to cool yourself down from your previous encounter.

           Suddenly, the door opened and closed quietly. The atmosphere changed immediately. With Black Mask, it had been light, comfortable, and sweet but there was a thick tension in the air as soon as Red Mask stepped foot into the room. Your eyes locked with his piercing stare and he smirked.

           "Fucking finally.“ he rushed to where you were and crashed his lips onto yours. You got the wind knocked out of you as he pushed you against the wall. Not wasting time, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and immediately battled with yours. He broke the kiss and he grazed your neck with his nose.

           "I told you I’d make you beg for me, didn’t I?” he hummed and you fought to catch your breath from his surprise kiss.

           He pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck, licking the same exact spot alternatingly.

           "This….“ he bit your bottom lip as he traced your chest down to the buttons of your trench coat. ”…needs to come off.“

           You nodded.

           "Take it off for me baby girl.” he whispered on your lips and your hands immediately obeyed, unfastening the buttons at lightning speed.

           He kissed your newly exposed shoulders and worked his way to the low V-cut of your dress.

           "Fuck, you’re hott.“ he muttered before licking a line down your chest, causing you to gasp and thread your hands through his hair.

           "Hmm yes, make more sounds for me.” he growled as he pulled you towards him and attacked your lips again.

           Your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen the kiss, but he stepped back hurriedly. You stumbled forward, confused. He smirked as he took your arms and pinned them to the wall, before returning to heatedly make out with you. You struggled to get your arms free from his grasp, but he was stronger than you. His lips curled up and he stared into your eyes dangerously.

           "Do you want to touch me baby girl?“ he hissed.

           You nodded weakly.

           "Where do you want to touch me?” he smirked and you swallowed hard.  

           "Everywhere.“ you breathed as you pressed your lips onto his hungrily.

           Easily, he lifted you up by your waist as your tongues continued to fight for dominance; you wrapped your legs around him to help distribute some of your weight. And soon, you found your back pressed roughly onto the couch. His hands roamed your thighs firmly as neither of you broke the kiss for a few minutes. You reveled in the way he was devouring you. You could tell he needed you, he wanted you, and it excited you. Slowly, he grinded into you and you gasped, breaking the kiss at the feeling of his hardness. He smirked at you as he studied your shocked expression.

           "That’s all from you.” he mumbled.

           And you had to warn yourself to hold onto your dignity. Seeing, the hesitation and worry on your face, he chuckled.

           "Alright, alright. If I reach strike three, then I’m out. Or…“ he nipped at your lip. ”… you can just punish me.“

           You pulled him flush against your body and kissed him fervently. This man got you so riled up, it was unfair. He pushed the boundaries, but it made everything all the more exhilarating, as if you were a teenager rebelling against your parents for the first time. You felt the strings of your sanity loosen and you began to bask in the idea that you could be whoever you wanted to be with these men. They didn’t know who you were outside of it, and they were never going to.

           Your thoughts were soon interrupted by the buzz and vibration of the circular disc the receptionist had given you earlier. Groaning, Red Mask pushed himself off of you and stood up. You blushed as he unabashedly flaunted the growing need inside his pants in front of you.

           "Wanna fix it?” he smirked and you blushed, scolding yourself that you almost agreed to do so.

           He chuckled as he outstretched his hand out. “Don’t worry. A very rare few get to see the goods on the first session.”

           He winked at you and you chuckled, slipping your hand into his.

           "Oh my coat.“ You grabbed it, but Red Mask pulled you roughly to him as you attempted to put it on.

           "Don’t.” he hummed. “I want everyone to see how sexy you are when we walk out.”

           You felt your cheeks warm but you obliged. He took you out of the room and you found Black Mask waiting for you two beyond the veil with a bright smile.

           "Have fun?“ he asked lightly.

           "Of course. Who do you think I am?” Red Mask rolled his eyes.

           "Your fun is not everyone else’s fun.“ Black Mask grabbed your coat and threw it over your shoulder. "You’ll catch a cold like this.”

           "I want to flaunt her.“ Red Mask grumbled.

           "She looks beautiful even with the coat.” Black Mask smiled as he stepped back to take a good look at you. “Flaunt away.”

           His compliment made you smile and you felt your heart melt.

           "Oh. I didn’t catch your names…“ you muttered.

           The two grinned. "We’ll tell you our names after you tell us which one you liked best.”

           You froze, realizing you didn’t have a decision. Seeing your blank expression, the two cracked up.

           "Are you saying you like us both equally?“ Black Mask asked.

           "I mean…it was my first encounter with both of you…it’s hard to tell…” you trailed off shyly.

           The two looked at each other then smiled.

           "I’m fine with sharing.“ Red Mask shrugged.

           "For now at least.” Black Mask tightened your coat around you.

           "Is that okay?“ you looked at them with wide eyes. "I just feel like I want to get to know you guys…as hosts…better? Is that weird?”

           "Nah. We’re pretty flexible here.“ Red Mask winked at you, donning his signature smirk. "Plus I’m always looking for fresh meat to corrupt.”

           You giggled.

           "How about this,“ Black Mask suggested. "let’s exchange numbers?”


           "Well you said you wanted to get to know us as hosts better right?” Black Mask smiled. “We can keep you updated on when our slots are both free again for you to come in.”

           "And if you need any help from home…“ Red Mask whispered. ”…I don’t mind help out through the phone.“

           You covered your face, flustered. Fumbling into your purse, you eagerly grabbed the new personal phone you had just gotten for yourself to separate your work life, and handed it to them.

            "Do you guys always give away your work numbers?” you asked as you watched them type into your phone.

           "No.“ Black Mask smiled as he handed the phone over, "It’s cause you’re special.”

           Red Mask, on the other hand, chuckled and leaned down to whisper, “It’s so I could show you how riled up I can get you without needing to touch you.”

           You turned red immediately as he cackled while he finished typing in his number.

           "Those are our work phones, so feel free to text whenever.“ Black Mask grinned.

           "Who’s who?” you glanced down at the new names on your phone.

           "I’m J-Hope.“

           "I’m Chims. And you are…?”

           You smiled at them. “I guess… I can be whoever you guys want me to be.”

           "That’s bold, Silver girl.“ Black Mask tapped your silver mask playfully and sweetly kissed you on the cheek. "I like that.”

           "See ya baby girl.“ Red Mask patted your hip smugly before the two walked away to get back to work.

           Feeling lighthearted and giddy, you stepped out of Club Masquerade, transformed into a completely different person than when you had walked in. 

          As soon as you got home, you hopped into bed and edited the contacts on your phone so it was easier for you to remember who was who. Smiling contently to yourself, you stared at the two new names:

           ”Black Mask J-Hope“ and ”Red Mask Chims“.

Part 2

Embarrass Your GF Day

Pairing: Hamilsquad x Reader (poly) 

Requested by @shanileyba: “Could I request a poly Hamilsquad x reader where reader comes home from exercising and the hamilsquad notices how great her body is, they get into a big argument about which part of her is best, and the reader ends it by listing the boys’ best parts?” 

Trigger Warnings: Poorly edited hehe. And I mean, if you have a problem w/ hamilsquad calling you sexy lol. Not as long as I’d hope, but it’s a fun little ditty. First time writing poly Hamilsquad sooo I’m working on it. 

You arrived home one Saturday afternoon in a sports bra and leggings, having just left the gym. You had yourself on a rigorous exercise schedule since five months before, and you were finally starting to see results. 

Part of you wanted to do it for your boyfriends: Alexander, Lafayette, John, and Hercules. You wanted to look better for them, despite them always telling you that you looked fine. That was back when you felt like exercising was a hassle. Then, about halfway into your gym visits, you decided that you wanted to do this for yourself. Upon that revelation, your weekly gym visits became fun. You made friends at the gym and always left with a smile on your face. 

“Guys, the car smells like sweat, but I’m home!” You called. You heard John laugh from the kitchen, so you followed the sound of his voice. Upon seeing him with an apron on, surrounded by food, you gasped, “Is that John Laurens? Cooking?” He laughed sarcastically, pecking you on the cheek as you walked by. It was well known in your relationship that John did not cook very well. “But, for real though, Laurens, don’t poison me.” 

 As you bent over to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, you felt a slap on your butt. You squeaked, looked up to see Alexander with a smirk on his face. “One of these days, I’m gonna cook an amazing meal, and no one can have any but Herc.” John pouted. “Awww, don’t be like that, babe.” Alex cooed, pinching his cheeks. 

Upon smelling food (whether or not it was edible was a different story), Lafayette and Hercules made their way into the kitchen. “Are y'all messing with my baby again?” Herc asked, placing an arm around John’s shoulders. “We’re always messing with your baby.” Lafayette snorted in his French accent. 

 After several minutes of trying to figure out the difference between olive oil and virgin olive oil, John tossed you his phone. “Just order pizza.” 

 They laughed as you dialed the number of your usual pizza place. You paced back and forth as they asked for your address and card number. You noticed the boys staring at you from the island as you spoke, your eyebrows furrowing. “Um, hold on,” you said into the phone. “Guys, pepperoni or sausage?”

 They stared at you with blank faces, then turning to whisper to each other. “Okay, one of each, I guess.” You dragged out. “Yeah, okay thanks.” 

 You looked at your boyfriends and they looked at you, the air filled with a weird sort of tension. A short moment of silence passed before you finally spoke up. “Well, are y'all gonna keep staring or tell me what you’re whispering about?” You asked them. “Now, honey,” Hercules said, putting on his sweet voice, “Don’t get upset–” 

 “What happened?” You were all of a sudden concerned. Herc only used his sweet voice if they did something wrong. “Did you break something?” You narrowed your eyes at the boys. 

 “No!” John said. “It’s just that…” You rolled your eyes at them. Sometimes you thought they cared about you too much. They never told you what they really thought, at least that’s what you believed. They always tried to tiptoe around your feelings when all you wanted was for them to give it to you straight. You didn’t want your feelings spared. You wanted honesty. “Speak, boys.” You joked. 

 “You’ve been going to the gym, right?” John asked. You nodded, “Why?”

 “Don’t get us wrong, you looked great before!” Lafayette said. “But now, you are, how you say…” 

 “You’re fucking sexy, Y/N.” Alex deadpanned. The boys gave him a look as you chuckled. “What?” He asked. “Someone had to say it.” You were happy that they noticed, and that they were supportive. You knew you couldn’t do it without them. Some part couldn’t help but ask them what you could work on.

 “Are you kidding?” John asked incredulously. “You don’t need work. I mean you’re gorgeous!” 

 “I agree.” Alex added. “At the risk of sounding like a caveman, I can’t help but stare your ass every time you turn around. Have you been doing squats?”

 “Alex!” You said, your cheeks becoming a furious red. The boys didn’t seem to notice though, as they were starting to get into their own argument.

 “Her ass? Have you seen her legs? Like, damn.” John said. “Are we all going to ignore the fact that her abs are going to be better than Herc’s soon?” Lafayette asked, making you unconsciously run a hand over you abdomen and feel the underlying muscle. 

 “Hey!” Hercules defended. “Firstly, Y/N, I love you, but I’m the ripped one in this relationship. Secondly, I’m actually in love with your cute, little back muscles.” He added. “Now I see your obsession with mine.”

 Alex snickered, as if you couldn’t blush any harder, “You’re obsessed with Herc’s back muscles?”

 “Don’t act like you’re not!” You retorted. 

 “Touché.” He nodded. “I mean, it’s no different from your obsession with my hair.” He shrugged. “Okay, is it embarrass your girlfriend day? ‘Cause that’s what it feels like.” You asked loudly, covering your face to hide your glowing red cheeks. 

 The boys laughed at your humiliation. They thought it was cute that you still get flustered in front of them when you all talk about those sorts of things. Sure, it’s not as if you all haven’t seen those sides of each other, but talking about it so publicly and casually was still abnormal for you. “Well, I suppose we should tell her infatuation of ours, as well.” Lafayette said to John.

 “I suppose you shouldn’t.” 

 “We should.” John replied, purposefully ignoring you. “I hate you all.” You groaned.

 “She’s expressed a very fond love of my abs.” Laf chuckled. Herc promptly placed a hand on his heart and gasped, “Y/N!” He cried, “I’m offended.” 

 “Your turn, John.” Alex chimed in. “Johnathan Laurens, if you say a word, I will temporarily break up with you.” You threatened. John gave you a small laugh, knowing you weren’t serious. Even if you were, temporarily wasn’t forever. You’d both live. 

 “She likes my ass.” 


 “No way!” 

 “You like his butt?” Alex screeched.

 “Girls can like butts, too, okay?” You returned just as loudly. Laf and Herc were busy dying of laughter on the floor as you stomped your way into your bedroom. You didn’t think it was that funny, but you let them have their moment. (It wasn’t your fault John had a cute butt.) “Aww mon amour!” You heard Lafayette call, “Come back!”

 “We still think you’re gorgeous and adorable!” John added. 

 “I’m taking a nap!” You told them, smiling a bit to yourself. You listened to them as they continued to tease you from down the hall. You didn’t understand how you fell in love with those four idiots, but you wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Originally posted by miranda-groff-diggs


Cake Sword

by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee

Chapters: 1/1 (6214 words)
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, 
Additional Tags: It’s Ziam’s wedding, but this is Larry lol, Ziam are just a plot point essentially, wedding au, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Fake/Pretend Relationship, I mean KIND OF?, Pranking, lighthearted joke about animals/people being put down, Larry are Ziam’s best men, next to you
Series: Part 6 of Next To You


“Nice speech, Harry,” Louis said, trying to keep his face neutral. “Went straight for the sex jokes, I see.”
“As opposed to jokes about killing people?” Harry replied easily, a small smirk playing on his mouth as he held his hand out. Louis placed his own hand in Harry’s, shaking it, maybe squeezing a little too hard.
“Excuse me,” Louis huffed. “I don’t need you to tell me I’m an idiot, I’m already completely aware.”

Harry and Louis’ plan to prank Liam and Zayn on their wedding day backfires, big time.

Lol at those who appreciate Star Wars for “not being political” and just “mindless fun”, as if  “ So this is how liberty dies… with thunderous applause” isn’t one of the realest and most scary accurate quotes to ever come from a sci-fi work (and imo the best quote from the series, even if it’s from Revenge of the Sith). Like, sure, there’s ewoks and gungans and wookiees and some parts are totally ridiculous,but the prequels are the story of a totalitarian regime coming to power disguised as  freedom and democracy, and the original trilogy is the story of three young people leading a revolution against this totalitarian regime, just because you have  aliens and people fighting with light sabers and a weapon named “ The Death Star”, it doesn’t mean Star Wars doesn’t have a political message. 

Masquerade. (Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) Part 2

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

Fluff & Slight Smut

Office Au, Hosts Au

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out…

          But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.

Warning: Will STILL need lots of water for thirst. (Unless that’s just me again *fans self* lol)

Part 2 /4

Links: Part 1 | Part 2 Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by daria-bellum

Originally posted by jimin-nim

 [Roughly an hour before things went down at Club Masquerade]         

          “Dude, I’m totally the best.” Jimin stretched as he emerged from the break room to find Hoseok adjusting his black mask behind the darkness of the veil.

           Hoseok snorted. “Oh please. Who won host of the year multiple times?”

           "We BOTH did.“ Jimin shook his head. "The same amount of times in fact.”

           "You counted?“ Hoseok raised an eyebrow.

           Jimin shrugged. "Yeah, cause I’m going to break that tie this year ~”

           Hoseok rolled his eyes. “As if!”

           "You know, we also have the same number of clients too. If I get just ONE more client…“ Jimin mumbled and they both glanced at each other skeptically.

           They smirked knowingly.

           "Alright. Whoever comes through that door will decide who’s better.” Hoseok stated as he stepped out from the dark hallway.

           "You took the words right from my mouth.“ Jimin grinned as he crossed his arms confidently.

           Their heads turned immediately as the bell rang on cue and they spotted a gorgeous girl wearing a tight fitting yet elegant black dress and a silver mask. Their lips curled up as their eyes scanned their target and observed what they could from her actions before swooping in.

           "Game on.” They chuckled as they bumped fists before setting out in different directions to begin.

           This is Silver Mask girl.

           You stared at the text message you had sent to the two separate numbers nervously on Monday morning. You didn’t want to look too eager so you made a pact not to text J-Hope and Chims until the end of the weekend. However, as the seconds ticked by, you began to get anxious.

           What if they don’t answer back? What if they don’t even remember you?

           You had gotten to work super early to mentally and emotionally prepare yourself for this first bold step, but now, being there in silence was driving you slowly insane. Your mind wandered to all of the what ifs–

           What if they were still asleep? What if they were with a client? What if this was all a ploy?

           "Ugh.“ You groaned as you slammed your head on your desk.

           "If you were just going to sleep during work hours, you should’ve just stayed home. I didn’t look forward to seeing your face first thing in the morning anyway.” Hoseok’s voice echoed and you exhaled, turning your head, still attached to your desk, to glare at him.

           However, he wasn’t even looking at you but staring at his phone with happy smile you weren’t used to seeing. Quickly, he typed something then stuffed his phone back into his pocket, his smile immediately fading. He was about to step into his office without another word when your phone rang loudly, jolting you straight up in your chair and causing him to flinch as he reached for the doorknob.

           "Turn that blasted thing off if you don’t want to get fired.“ he snarled.            

           "Yes, yes.” you answered carelessly as you swiped your phone in hopes of a reply.

           You beamed as your prayers were answered.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Good morning :) I was getting worried we scared you away when you didn’t message all weekend! I was hoping you got home safely after our time together.

           Immediately, you were brought back to your time with J-Hope. He was kind and gentle, easing you into the idea of Club Masquerade. It filled you with butterflies at the memory of it. Before you could reply, your phone beeped again.

           "SHUT THAT DARN THING OFF Y/N. It is too early for me to hear those incessant chirping noises!“ Hoseok bellowed from his office and you hurriedly turned your phone on silent.

           "My bad!” You called back, but your mood wasn’t going to be ruined now that one of the masks had replied.

           Black Mask J-Hope: When will I see you again?


           You covered your mouth to suppress the giddy giggles that were threatening to surface. Taking a deep breath, you hurried to reply to keep up the conversation.

           Y/N: When do you want to see me again?


           You mentally patted your back, happy that you thought of a flirtatious comeback.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Would you like to see me again?

           Y/N: Of course! I had a lot of fun last time.

           Black Mask J-Hope: I’m glad. I still have other things I want to do with you. Let’s have fun again!


           You blushed immediately and cautiously looked around to make sure no one else had arrived while you were focused on your messages.

           Y/N: I thought you were supposed to tell me when you were free?

           Black Mask J-Hope: Were you waiting for me to tell you?

           You: …Maybe…

           Black Mask J-Hope: Haha you’re cute

           You grinned at the welcome compliment. Suddenly, a new message popped up and your heart fluttered as your eyes caught the first part of the sentence. Looking side to side, you moved your phone to your lap before opening the new text.

           Red Mask Chims: It’s about damn time. I was thinking about you all fucking weekend.


           Your body heated up as you heard the message in Chims’s rough voice.

           "Oh, you’re here early?“ Jimin walked into the office wearing his wide angelic smile and you fumbled to hide your phone from this heavenly creature.

           You flashed him a smile that you prayed would be attractive and answered, "Yeah, I didn’t want to get yelled at first thing in the morning about being ‘tardy’ because Mr. Jung decided to get here early randomly again.”

           Jimin chuckled and set down a cup of coffee on your table. “Well, good thing you’re here so your coffee doesn’t get cold.”

           "You don’t have to get this for me every morning.“ You blushed as you kindly sipped on it.

           "I want to.” He smiled happily. “When you’re happy, I’m happy. Plus you’re really helping me adapt to this place well.”

           "I’m happy to help.“ Your lips curled up as you took a sip to hide the fact that you quite enjoyed Jimin’s positivity in the morning.

           "Oh right, I have my first meetings to attend this morning, right?” He walked around your table casually so that he was leaning against it, right next to your chair.

           You blinked at him curiously.

           "Can you talk me through it?“ he requested.

           "Oh yeah! Of course! Just a second. Let me get the files in the closet. I put them away on Friday for safe keeping.”            

           "Take your time.“ he chuckled as he whipped his phone out. "I’ll put my briefcase in the office and we’ll regroup here in a few seconds.”

           "Sounds good.“

           "Don’t stay away too long~” he giggled and you felt a blush forming on your cheeks at his playfulness as you hurried to the file closet.

           Once you were alone, you took your phone out to reply to Chims but your phone lit up again with a new message from him.

           Red Mask Chims: I would kill to touch your thighs again.


           You started coughing violently as the text caught you by surprise.

           Y/N: Good morning to you too

           Red Mask Chims: It’d be a good morning if I had you last night.


           “Oh my …” you whispered.

           "Where is she?“

           Hearing Hoseok’s voice startled you back to reality and you grabbed the files quickly. However, on your way out, the door flew open and you were face to face with your long time boss.

           "What, are you sleeping in the closet now?” he scoffed.

           "I just came to get the files I needed for Mr. Park’s meetings today.“ You waved them in front of his face indignantly and tried walk past him.

           But he slammed his hands on the door frames, blocking you from passing. You exhaled and crossed your arms.

           "How can I help you Mr. Jung?”

           He squinted his eyes and stared you down suspiciously. You felt yourself getting conscious under his gaze.

           "Wh-what…“ you stammered.

           "You put make-up on today.” he stepped away from the door.

           You furrowed your brows and slipped out hurriedly, afraid he had other tricks up his sleeve. “Yes…so?”

           "Finally realized you were ugly?“ he chuckled as he shut the door then he leaned closer. "Or do you have the hotts for Mr. Park?”

           You turned red and smacked him with the folders you had on hand. “Don’t say things like that!”

           He cackled as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “He’s too good for you Y/N. Don’t even delude yourself.”

           You hit Hoseok one last time angrily before spinning on your heels to get back to Jimin who was occupying your chair while pressing buttons on his phone.

           "Oh? Did you guys come from the closet together?“ Jimin teased as he spotted you and Hoseok walking back to the lobby.

           "As if.” You and Hoseok rolled your eyes.

           Hearing the other’s answer had you both glaring at each other, offended.

           Jimin laughed as he stared at the two of you. “You two have never dated?”

           Hoseok looked disgusted while you were just flabbergasted.

           "Absolutely not!“ you both chimed.

           Jimin cupped his chin cutely on your desk and smiled sweetly.

           "I’m glad to hear that then~”

           Your heart flipped at his comment and Hoseok chuckled before changing topics.

           "Anyway, Madam Secretary, I have some changes to what I need to say in my afternoon meetings. Once you’re done with Mr. Park, come see me in my office.“ Then he turned to Jimin. "I messaged you earlier, but you never got back to me.”

           "I’ll get to it, don’t worry.“ Jimin laughed then whispered to you. "He’s so needy.”

           "Yah.“ Hoseok grabbed your folder and bopped the top of Jimin’s head playfully as they both laughed.

           You smiled watching the unusual scene of your long time boss enjoying himself.

           "How long have you known each other?” you questioned.

           "Mmmm…we were roommates in college and in the same major.“ Jimin answered happily. "We’ve been inseparable since.”

           You grinned as you endearingly looked at both of them. Hoseok furrowed his brows and poked your forehead.

           "I don’t like the face you’re making.“ he commented.

           "I’m just happy you have friends, Mr. Jung.” You fake sobbed. “I was genuinely concerned.”

           "Yah!“ he yelled but his voice was drowned out by Jimin’s loud melodious laughter. You smirked victoriously at Hoseok who stared at you incredulously.

           "Oh, I like her Hoseok.” Jimin wiped a tear from his eye as he continued laughing. “We’ll get along so well, Y/N.”

           You beamed proudly as Hoseok shook his head.

           "Well get back to work.“ he exhaled as workers started piling in slowly.

           "Aye aye Boss!” Jimin answered heartily. “I love you my dear friend!”

           "Shut up Jimin!“ Hoseok growled, embarrassed as he shut the door.

           "He’s pretty cute at times, hm?” Jimin grinned, returning his gaze to you.

           You smiled, “Shall I get started?”

           "Oh!“ Jimin hurried off your chair. "Please, sit. You’re wearing heels.”

           "Oh no, it’s fi–“

           "I insist.” Jimin urged. “It’s not even my desk. I just took over like it was mine….”

           You chuckled and waved your hand nonchalantly. “You’re welcome to my desk at anytime.”

           Jimin smiled fondly as he gestured for you to sit, to which you obliged.

           "So…“ he sat at the edge of your desk and clasped his hands together attentively. "Hit me with information!”

           You grinned as you opened your folder.  

           During lunch, you happily sat on the rooftop, ready to continue your conversations with your mysterious masks. You had been in meetings all morning with Mr. Park so you were itching to check if they had said anything to you. It was all exhilarating, much like you were dating again.

           Grinning, you opened the message from Black Mask J-Hope.

           Black Mask J-Hope: We’re both free Wednesday. Same time, same place. But we agreed we’d get you an hour each this time around since we have different free slots. Is that good?

           Y/N: Yeah, it’s perfect. You guys must be busy, huh?

           Black Mask J-Hope: Jealous already?

           Y/N: Haha as if. I just don’t want to tire you out.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Trust me…I won’t ever get tired of seeing you.


           You smiled and clutched your phone happily.

           Black Mask J-Hope: And if anything, I won’t be the one that’s going to be tired.


           You bit your sandwich to stifle your scream.

           Y/N: Are you going to tire me out?

           Black Mask J-Hope: Well, you have an hour of us each this time. I’m going to make you too tired to make it to your second hour with Chims so I get to keep you all to myself. Prepare yourself.

           Y/N: Haha how come I’m not so convinced about you tiring me out?

           Black Mask J-Hope: I’m offended haha. Well, look forward to me proving you wrong on Wednesday.


           Suddenly a new message popped up and you checked it. You began violently coughing and chugged half of your water bottle.

           Red Mask Chims: J-Hope just told me you agreed to Wednesday. Tell me what you’re wearing.

           Y/N: Why?

           Red Mask Chims: So I can fucking think about how hott you’re going to look when I finally get my hands on you.

           Y/N: Well, I’ll have to get back to you on that when I get home.

           Red Mask Chims: If you want to send me some pictures when you do, that’ll be more than appreciated.

           Y/N: You really need to keep it in your pants.

           Red Mask Chims: Oh believe me, your resistance is really turning me on. It’s proving quite difficult.

           Y/N: You’re into really odd things, huh?

           Red Mask Chims: Curious, intrigued, judgmental, or wet?

           Y/N: Is this multiple choice?

           Red Mask Chims: I’d prefer if you were all of the above.

           Y/N: And if I was?

           Red Mask Chims: I can help you take care of yourself ;)


           You glanced around, your heart beating rapidly. It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong but you wanted to be cautious of your surroundings. After checking that no one else was in the rooftop, you fanned yourself. You knew replying would be dangerous, but you didn’t want to just end the conversations. While you pondering over how to answer each of them, they both messaged you. Curiously, you opened them.

           Black Mask J-Hope: I can’t wait to kiss you again. I can’t wait to find other ways to kiss you that make you crawl on me dangerously.


           Red Mask Chims: I want you to paint my body with your red lips while I trace yours with my tongue.


           Something got caught in your throat and you packed up your lunch hurriedly.

           Abort mission.

            If their messages were going to get progressively raunchy, you needed to stop checking them or so help you for the rest of the day at work. And you knew, you needed to always be on your toes when it came to meetings with Mr. Jung. Your mind couldn’t be wandering and replaying the way each of them touched you, kissed you, and imagining how they’ll hold you again in two days. You knew they weren’t going to hold back anymore. Not now that they have you to themselves for an hour each. The real question was: would YOU be alright?

           Inhaling and exhaling to compose yourself, you returned to your desk. Jimin was chatting with some of your co-workers, eating lunch with them brightly. You smiled warmly as you fixed up your desk. Looking around curiously, you spotted movement in the office. Hoseok was pacing so you grabbed your files and knocked lightly.

           "Hm.“ he hummed and you stepped inside.

           He stared at you. "Yes?”

           "You want me to go over your documents again?“ You held up your files.

           He shook his head. "I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

           You watched him pace a few more times skeptically then spoke up. “But you never pace unless you’re worried.”

           He glared at you, “I’m not worried about work. Now get out!”

           You squinted your eyes as he looked at you seriously.

           "Girl friend?“ you smirked.

           He groaned and marched to you speedily. Opening the door, he shoved you out as you chuckled.

           "I’m right, aren’t I?” you bellowed.

           "Shut up!“ Hoseok yelled from behind the door.

           You turned to find the co-workers and Jimin looking at you. Grinning, you shrugged and went back to your table. A few minutes later, Jimin sat at the front of your desk suavely.

           "I missed you at lunch. Where’d you go?” he questioned sweetly.

           You blushed at his sincerity. “I needed some fresh air so I was at the rooftop for lunch today.”

           "Oh cool!“ his eyes widened. "I didn’t know we had a rooftop! You have to take me one day!”

           You smiled and nodded, “Of course.”

           "We’ll have lunch together there.“

           You blinked, "What?”

           He grinned as he grabbed your hand and hooked your pinkies together. “You promised to have lunch with me on the rooftop. No take backs.”

           You stared at him skip back to his office with your mouth wide open. What had just happened?

           You were dozing off at your desk when there was a loud knocking in front of you.

           "Yah! Sleepyhead.“

           The firm sound of Mr. Jung’s voice snapped you back from your sleepiness.

           "You need to be on your toes today, Y/N.” He looked at you intently. “Here. I can’t have you half-asleep. This meeting is everything to this branch.”

           You straightened up and nodded as he offered you his coffee cup. Surprised at his kindness, you took a sip and gagged as you found that it was already room temperature. Hoseok snorted, pleased.

           "Awake now?“

           "How long has that been out?” You glared at him, irritated.

           "Mmm since this morning?“ he smiled, faking innocence.

           You grabbed the cup and chucked it into your garbage can angrily. "Let’s go, Mr. Jung.”

           He laughed as you walked past him, visibly annoyed.


           "Shut up.” you snarled.

           "Good. Maybe your anger will make you look intimidating for once. Then you’ll be useful to me.“ He patted your head and took larger strides so that now he was in front of you.

           You exhaled and trudged after him, sending daggers to the back of his head with your eyes.

           Wednesday couldn’t come fast enough.

            Wednesday did eventually roll around and there you stood at the entrance of Club Masquerade. With your heart bouncing in your chest, you fixed your silver mask once again, and felt more confident in the tight off-shoulder maroon dress you were wearing. This time, you were excited. Work had been ten times more bearable with something to look forward to. You loved your job of course, but you didn’t have much outside of it so this was liberating in so many aspects. Unlike the first time simply a few days ago, you heartily opened the doors, welcoming the echoing of the front door bell.

           "Welcome to Club Masquerade!” the receptionist grinned happily. “I’m glad to see you’re back!”

           You smiled and bowed.          

           Suddenly, an arm snaked around your waist.

           "I’ll be taking her.“ J-Hope chuckled and the receptionist winked at you.

           "Have fun ~”

           You blushed as J-Hope pulled you closer as he led you.

           "I’m happy you were able to make it.“ He smiled warmly. "I don’t think I could’ve taken another day without having you in my arms.”

           You smiled.

           "Want some tea first?“ he questioned.

           You pondered then nodded. "Yeah, sure.”

           He smiled and led you to a table in the far end of the dining hall. You glanced around curiously.

           "Why did you take me so far?“

           "I wanted to show you the view.” He pulled open the curtains to reveal a beautiful garden surrounding a gorgeous sculpture at the center of a fountain.

           You gasped in awe and J-Hope pulled the seat out for you, gesturing you to sit down.

           "It’s beautiful.“ You commented as you took a seat.

           "So are you.” he grinned as he kissed your cheek, and you scrunched your face.

           "Too cheesy, huh?“

           You laughed. "A bit.”

           "What tea do you want? I’ll go make it for you.“

           "Actually, I just had some questions…if that’s okay.” You bit your lip.

           "Of course. We can do whatever you want. I’m yours for the next hour.“

           "Oh right. I didn’t get that buzzer thing.” You realized.

           "Chims will have it when he comes to get you.“ J-Hope sat down and gave you his full attention. "So how can I help you?”

           "Well… um…in your logo or your catchphrase whatever…what exactly does it mean 'indulge in who you want to be’?“ You questioned.

           "Mmm I guess it can be interpreted in many ways. But I’d like to think we give people a chance to learn about who they are… mostly sexually but I guess even that says a lot about a person.” he answered nonchalantly.

           You blushed. “So I’m not the only one who…doesn’t know?”

           J-Hope laughed, “Many people that come here do want to explore a different side of themselves. However, you’re definitely one-of-a-kind to be honest. You’re completely a blank canvas, but I think that’s what makes you so attractive.”

           He caressed your cheek sweetly. “You’re looking for something and I’m going to help you find it.”

           You smiled and nodded.

           He slid his thumb across your lip. “You know I won’t hurt you right?”

           "I know.“ you answered genuinely.

           "Good.” he tilted your chin up as he kissed you sweetly.

           You stared into each other’s eyes. You had been waiting to feel his lips on yours again for days and it still took your breath away like you remembered.

           "Next question?“

           "Who do you think I’m going to be once I indulge?” you whispered, staring down at his lips hovering over yours.

           "I think you’re going to be someone who’s going to drive me crazy.“ he breathed as he captured your lips again.

           "Let’s go.” you spoke onto his lips, not wanting to waste time anymore.

           J-Hope chuckled at your eagerness, “As you wish.”

           He outstretched his hand and you took it without hesitation. In no time, you were back in his lounge room.

           "Get comfortable and relax.“ He reminded as he locked the door.

           The click of the lock sent shivers down your spine.

           "Help me with my coat.” You requested as you turned your back to him, wanting to surprise him with what was underneath.

           You had been waiting too long for their contact that it seemed like your courage was unusually high today.

           "Of course.“ J-Hope smiled, taking the hint.

           He wrapped his arms around you from behind as he pulled the tie holding your coat shut. Then slowly, he kissed your neck as he pulled your trench coat off your shoulders. As your skin got exposed to the cold air, he warmed it with his lips. Immediately, your body reacted and you tilted your neck to give him more access. He removed your coat and chucked it to the side then pulled your waist back into him as he continued to trail down your shoulder. You sighed and melted into him.

           "Did you wear this for me, baby?” he whispered. “You look so beautiful.”

           Your heart welled up at his pet name and you nodded as you felt his hands caress your curves gently. He was worshipping your body gently and your heart raced.

           "Relax.“ he urged. "Trust yourself to me.”

           Your body obeyed and your mind went blank as you just focused on his hands and his mouth.

           "I told you I’d tire you out, didn’t I?“ he chuckled as he slid a hand across your stomach, pressing your back against him.

           "You said you’d prove me wrong.” You smiled, feeling flirtatious and empowered as you felt his growing need behind you.

           "And I intend to keep that.“ He nipped at your earlobe playfully.

           "Seems like you’re holding back.” You turned yourself around to face him.

           "I want to make you comfortable.“ He looked at you fondly. "Would you like me turn it up a notch?”

           "Yes.“ you breathed. "You’re driving me crazy.”

           He chuckled, “You’re too cute.”

           Then he carefully pulled your hair over to one side then connected his mouth to your neck once again, flicking his tongue out. You gasped.

           "Seems like you like neck kisses.“ he chuckled then whispered into your ear. "I’ll find your sensitive spot and drive you crazy.”

           You blushed but had no time to retort because he proceeded to carry out his mission. You sighed and pulled him closer to you as you felt his tongue swirl at the skin behind your jaw and right below your ear.

           "Found it.“ he breathed and he sucked on that spot. You began panting.

           "Right there.” you exhaled as he continued kissing it.

           After what felt like a heavenly eternity of him just pleasuring you so easily with his lips on your neck, he muttered against your skin.

           "Can I mark you?“

           You swallowed, hazy from lust already. "Please.”

           Immediately, he sucked harder and nipped at it. Your head was spinning and all he was doing was forming a hickey. You knew you were in trouble.  

           "Do what you want.“ he whispered into your ear. "Don’t hold back.”

           You moaned as you pried his face away from your neck and crashed your lips together. Happily, he reciprocated, his hands holding your hips steady. You broke the kiss, out of breath. He chuckled.

           "Tired already?“

           "Of course not.” You exhaled.

           He smiled as he traced your neck lovingly and rubbed the newly formed hickey. “It’s so pretty and it shows you’re mine.”

           Your heartbeat quickened at the thought of being marked.

           "Need water?“ he questioned.

           "Sure.” You took this opportunity to sit on the couch and really watch him.

           Black Mask was tall, slender, with a good build. When you were touching his chest, you knew he worked out more than his clothes revealed. You licked your lips at the thought.

           "Here you go.“ He handed you a cup and you chugged it down in one shot.


           "Turned on.“ You blurted out your thought, and you hurriedly covered your mouth.

           "Oh?” he smirked as he scooted closer. “What do you want me to do about it?”

           You stared at him and smiled meekly. “Can I really not hold back?”

           "Please don’t.“ he gazed you genuinely. "Be completely yourself, that’s all I want from you.”

           "What if I scare myself?“

           "Indulge in it. Don’t be scared of who you are, and know that at least one person won’t be either.” he moved a piece of hair out of your face.

           "One person?“

           "Me.” he commented in a hushed tone as he kissed you sweetly, and your walls immediately came crashing down.

           "Okay.“ you breathed as he leaned closer to you.

           "You ready?” he questioned as he laid a careful hand on your lap.

           "Ready.“ You whispered, even though you didn’t actually know what you should be ready for.

           However, you immediately found your answer as he captured your lips and swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, the way it drove you crazy last time. You were filled with a mix of emotions. Your heart melted at the thought that he remembered such a small detail. But you also wanted to shut your thoughts up to enjoy the way his hand was drawing soft circles on your thighs while he kissed you languidly, as if he was learning the way your lips felt and memorizing it. Your hands found its way around his neck and pulled him closer. He now moved his hand down the side of your thigh then caressed your arms, giving you butterflies as he did so.

           You kissed each other tenderly and it encouraged you to roam your hands down to his chest nervously. Your hands hovered; you were unsure if it was okay to touch him or not. As if reading your hesitation, his hand grabbed yours and placed it on his own chest. He broke the kiss but didn’t distance himself from your face.

           "I told you…” he stared at you.“You can touch me whenever and wherever you want.”

           You nodded as he moved his hand that was holding yours across his chest.

           "I like it.“ he whispered.

           "I’m afraid I’ll do something you won’t like.”

           He kissed your nose. “I’ll like anything you do to me. I promise. I’m taking care of you, but you don’t have to be as gentle with me, okay?”


           He cupped your face and kissed your forehead. "Stop worrying and just figure out what you like and don’t like, hm?”

           You looked at him worriedly and he began peppering your face with kisses, causing you to giggle.

           "Ah!“ you laughed as he pushed you down.

           After your laughter died down, you stared at each other.

           "Are you relaxed now?” he grinned and you nodded, reaching out for his tie.

           He obliged as you tugged him down and you returned to kissing each other. This time, your hands wandered around his torso and combed through his hair. You wanted to fill your senses with him. Your body needed him and for once, you let it do the talking. Lifting yourself up to deepen the kiss, he cupped your face and slowly traced your neck down to your shoulders with his soft fingers. You mirrored his tongue and swiped his bottom lip, earning a deep hum of pleasure from him. Smiling into the kiss proudly, you continued to glide your tongue onto his lip every so often. But then suddenly, he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Immediately your body pushed itself up and straddled him, kissing him deeply and fiercely. Compliantly, he held your hip with one hand as the other grazed your curves.

           He broke the kiss and soon latched himself onto your collarbones, making you gasp at your unexpected sensitivity. You pressed your chest further into his face shamelessly and he squeezed your thigh while he kissed the top of your breasts, exposed by the cut of your dress. Panting, you felt him squeeze your thigh again and the other hand traveled up to your chest carefully. You shivered as you felt his touch stroking up your exposed thighs, only to pull down your skirt mannerly, since it was riding up while you were straddling him.

           You chuckled at his behavior and he grinned.

           "I’m a gentleman.“

           "Mhm.” You hummed as you grazed your nose against his neck. As much as you wanted him to pleasure you, you also had a growing desire to drive him crazy, so you nuzzled your face into his neck and pressed a kiss against it. You felt him sigh into your touch and it increased your confidence.

           "Ugh baby that feels good.“ he hummed and you flicked your tongue out, enjoying the way he complimented you.

           "Looks like someone else is going to be tired.” you smirked as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt a bit to get better contact with his neck.

           "Looks like someone wants me badly.“ he retorted as he pulled you towards him to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

           "Don’t you want me badly?” you batted your eyes flirtatiously.

           His lips curled up, “You want to feel how badly I want you?”

           You hadn’t expected his response but you weren’t sure whether you wanted to refuse or accept it. Slowly, his hand found yours and he guided you down his chest and past his belt, neither of you breaking the intense eye contact as he did so.

           "Feel it.“ he whispered, staring into your eyes to read your reaction. "If you want to.”

           "I want to.“ you hissed and palmed him through his pants.

           He raised his hips up at the pleasurable contact and immediately pulled you into a passionate kiss while you explored his growing need.

           "Fuck.” he whispered breathlessly against your mouth. “I didn’t expect you to do that.”

           You stared him down with lidded eyes as you continued to massage him. “I want you.”

           He smiled as he pushed your hair behind you and left butterfly kisses across your exposed chest, clouding your mind of any coherent thoughts. Pulling down the sleeves hugging your shoulders, he continued teasing you with kisses, getting close to exposing your breasts but not satisfying your need.

           "What do you want me to do to you?“ he smiled up at you.

           You sighed and crashed your lips down on to his, feeling him grow harder in your hands as you did so.

           "Mark me again.” You answered.

           "As you wish.“

           Once again, you were on your back but this time, his lips latched against your neck harshly.

           "J-Hope.” You breathed.

           "Hmm?“ he hummed as he continued sucking at your skin.

           "I want you.” you repeated, your heart racing and your mind reeling.

           He popped his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the black and blue on your neck. Carefully, he sat up and you curiously did so too. Smiling warmly, he fixed up your sleeves and your hair.

           "Silver.“ he called.


           He placed a hand on your cheek tenderly. “If next time, you still want me to claim you fully then I will.”

           You furrowed your brows, but he kissed you sweetly.

           "I want you to be sure it’s me.“ He placed his forehead on yours. "I want you to be comfortable and not have any regrets, okay?”

           You moved forward and pressed your lips on his gratefully, then you embraced him. Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around you.

           "Thank you.“ You spoke, grateful he didn’t take advantage of your moment of vulnerability, blinded by lust.

           "Told you you could trust me.” he kissed your temple as you melted into his hug.

           This felt nice too.

           Suddenly a knock was heard at the door and J-Hope exhaled.

           "Time moves too quickly.“

           You nodded, still comfortable on his chest. He laughed as he stroked your hair.

           "I’ll have to give you away now.”

           You breathed as you sat back, composing yourself.

           "He’ll be here in a few minutes to get you, okay?“ J-Hope squeezed your hand then stood up, collecting your coat. "I have to grab my next client.”

           "Aren’t you using this room?“

           J-Hope smiled as he handed you your jacket, "I’m in a different room for this one.”

           You blushed, wondering what kind of room it was.

           "Have fun.“

           He kissed your cheek and soon disappeared.

           Once he was gone, you threw yourself on the couch and thrashed about, embarrassed.

           What did you think you were saying?!

           You scolded and mentally argued with yourself. Your actions surprised you greatly. But you were also proud that you were secretly dangerous. Your resistance wasn’t as strong as you had expected, but you were happy to find that you were at least somewhat seductive.

           Then you realized that Red Mask Chims would definitely happily snap the strings of your sanity and your palms began sweating nervously. Will you give yourself to him? Or will you be able to resist?

           How were you going to survive an hour with him?

           As if on cue, the door creaked open and Chims was leaning against the entrance with his arms crossed, smirking.

           "Ready to go?”

           You swallowed and nodded, grabbing your coat. Once you got to him, Chims pulled you by the waist and connected his lips on yours hungrily.

           "God, you’re wearing something hotter than I imagined.“ He fiddled with your sleeves. "Too bad, clothes have to stay on. I’d like to take a peek at what this dress is hiding.”

           You felt your cheeks warm, then you observed his eyes studying your body carefully, and you felt the atmosphere change. Grabbing your wrist, he shut the door and led you to a different door. You bit your lip as anticipation bubbled inside you, but worried about the unknown intensity looming in the air. He pushed you into the room and immediately your eyes widened as you found yourself in basically a tight, dark closet.

           Before you could ask any questions, Chims lunged onto you, pressing your back against the wall as he grazed your lip with his teeth. His body pressed against you and you were extra sensitive from your encounter with J-Hope so you reciprocated the contact enthusiastically.

           "What’re we doing here?“ you breathed.

           "I can hear the beautiful sounds you’re going to make for me better in a small room.” he chuckled as his fingers smoothed over across your chest. “And with darkness, all your other senses are heightened.”

           You shuddered as you felt his hands roam your exposed skin freely. Suddenly, you felt his hot breath on your face.

           "I’m going to make you moan my name.“ he whispered and before you could react, his lips captured yours. You groaned as his tongue skillfully played with yours and he wrapped his arms around your body.

           "Jump.” he ordered and your body immediately obeyed, wrapping your legs around his.

           "Good girl.“ he smiled into the kiss and pressed his hips into you sensually.

           You gasped and broke the kiss but he bit your lip, full of desire.

           "Nobody fucking marks what’s mine.” he growled as he went back to locking lips with you, despite your panting for air.

           It was all a whirlwind. It must’ve not been five minutes into the hour and you were already in a questionable position with Chims, making out intensely. Not to mention, you couldn’t see anything and every breath, every groan, every sound your lips made, echoed and surrounded you in the tiny space. It was stimulating. All your other senses were truly heightened with the loss of your vision and you felt more. You were overwhelmed and exhilarated. You were competing in a battle of tongues while he continued to grind into you. Your heart slammed into your chest as you deepened the kiss.

           "So wet.“

           His whisper vibrated around the room and you gulped, feeling your body on fire. Suddenly, he latched his mouth onto the top of your boobs.

           "Oh –” you gasped and arched your back as he sucked at it expertly.

           "He may have marked you first, but I’m going to paint your body.“ he hissed. "You’re mine only.”

           "I technically–“ you breathed. "belong to both of you right now.”

           "Then I’ll make sure he knows who has more ownership. That I pleasured you more.“ Chims growled as he moved to the other side of your neck while you caught your breath. "Seeing as how you’re still wet though, you two didn’t get far.”

           He bucked into you again, making you moan at the contact and he continued to work at your skin.

           "Who do you belong to, hm?“

           You didn’t answer as you tried to collect yourself. This was dangerous. He rolled his lips forward again at your silence and you inhaled sharply.

           "Who do you need right now?”

           "Ch-chims.“ you breathed as he nipped at a new part of your neck.

           "Yes baby girl. Keep saying my name.” he chimed as he continued to mark your body.


           "Mm.” he hummed into your skin.

           Suddenly, he dug his fingers into your thigh and began stroking them firmly. “Down.”

           You placed your feet on the ground and felt unsteady. However, his strong arms pinned you back against the wall and he hovered his lips over yours temptingly. You were expecting him to kiss you but he didn’t. He simply traced your shoulders languidly, and your whole body was fervent. Tension filled the little room as you debated whether to just kiss him. Would he get angry? Would he enjoy it?

           It was driving you insane.

           He brushed his lips against yours slowly, teasing you and a switch flipped inside you. You pushed him onto the other wall and attacked his mouth roughly.

           "I’ve had enough of your shit, Chims.“ You cursed before sticking your tongue into his mouth.

           His hands traveled down to your ass and he gave it a light squeeze as you two continued to make out. Then you thought of continuing your experiment that you started with J-Hope and see if it worked on Chims as well. You broke the kiss.

           "What the fuck?” Chims hissed angrily at the sudden loss of contact, but you smirked and flicked your tongue out against his neck.

           Immediately, he growled with pleasure.

           "Fuck baby girl. Do that again.“

           So you obeyed and began working your way all over his neck.

           "Take off my shirt.” Chims ordered and your fingers fumbled to unbutton it completely in the dark. He discarded it to the side, and he pulled you into his bare chest, capturing your lips with evident desire. Your hands roamed the newly exposed skin and your imagination ran wild.

           "Let me feel your tongue again baby girl.“

           Encouraged, you sucked on his neck as you played with the waistband of his pants.

           "Unless you’re going to do something with my dick, don’t tease me like this.” he hissed but it made you want to make him angrier for some reason.

           "You’re hott when you’re angry.“ You bit his bottom lip as you tugged at his pants playfully.

           "You haven’t seen me angry yet.” he grabbed your hands and pushed you against the wall again.  

           He pinned your hands as he slowly kissed you. Your hands wanted to touch him but he was restraining you, so you couldn’t push him or pull him closer. All you could do was oblige to his sense of rhythm, which was too slow for you.

           "Faster.“ you breathed in between kisses.

           "If only I was inside you.” he stated as he continued kissing you leisurely, working his tongue into yours. “Can you imagine how this would feel then?”

           He glided his tongue across yours and sped up then he traced the roof of your mouth skillfully. Your knees buckled as the image flashed through your mind, but his strong hold on your arms kept you in place. You felt him smirk against your lips, your stumble not going unnoticed.

           "Wanna know?“ he whispered.

           Your head reeled but you fought to keep control. He took your silence as a refusal and didn’t push. He simply kissed you roughly now, making you weak with the way he played with his tongue inside your mouth.

           "Keep them up.” he ordered as he released his grip on your hands and your breathing labored, wondering what he was going to do next.

           Without warning he cupped your breasts in his palms and began massaging them as he kissed your neck.

           "Chims.“ You moaned.

           Your hands reached out for him and your nails dug into his bare back as he found your nipples and begin rubbing them despite your clothes. You panted and lolled your head back at the immense pleasure.

           "I told you to keep your hands up.” he grunted but you pushed him to the opposite wall once again, and latched your mouth into his neck, wanting him to be as breathless as you.

           "Ah.“ he groaned as your finger worked its way down his chest to his pants. "What did I tell you–”

           Your finger kept going, tracing his bulge through his pants and you heard him hiss.

           "Fuck. Do that again.“

           You slid your finger back up and he grabbed your hand, roughly covering his hardness with your palm. He kissed you fervently as he moved your hand on him the way he wanted you to, and you felt his kiss getting sloppy as you continued palming him with his guidance. His grip loosened on your hand and you found it wandering to the thickness of his thighs. You had noticed before how much they filled his pants tightly and you bore witness to its strength at the beginning of the session. Now you felt his taut muscles and imagined how they would look like bare. He growled into your mouth and pulled you flush against your chest, both of you were sweating and skin-to-skin.

           Suddenly, there was a flash of red and buzzing heard from the corner of the room. Neither of you moved from your position. Both of you were out of breath and your lips were tempted to make contact again. You willed yourself to step back, steadying your breathing slowly.

           He grabbed his discarded shirt, clearly knowing his way around in the dark. You found him near your ear in no time.

           "If you need help with your problem, you can call me. I’m sure hearing you will help me with mine.” he whispered.

           You were sure your entire face was red when you stepped out of the room. Chims threw your coat over you with a cheeky grin.

           "I marked you up real good. Better put some ice on that or invest in turtlenecks.“ he winked then checked his phone. "You can see yourself out right? My next client is already in the room.”

           Your eyes widened as he knocked on the adjacent door and was pulled in rapidly and enthusiastically by slender arms.

           "Had fun I see?“ J-Hope appeared behind you and you shyly retreated into your coat.

           He laughed knowingly as he tugged at it. "Let me see.”

           "Noo…“ you felt weird showing him your neck when you didn’t even know how bad it was.

           J-Hope grabbed your hand, "Come with me.”

           You blinked but allowed him to lead you into a different door.

           "This is the break room.“ he explained as he opened the refrigerator in the room. "Take a seat.”

           Timidly, you did so. He wrapped ice in a towel as you watched him curiously. You hadn’t removed your coat, still using it to hide shyly. He chuckled as he pulled a chair in front of you.

           "You need to put this away.“ he pulled your coat out of your grasp and you winced.

           "Is it …bad?”

           J-Hope smiled wryly then pressed the ice on your neck. You shivered at the drastic temperature change.

           "It’s bad isn’t it?“ you murmured.

           "It’s not the worst he’s done.” J-Hope hummed. “You want to see?”

           You hesitated, not sure if you were going to be horrified or astounded.

           "Relax.“ J-Hope laughed as he pulled out his phone to show you. "It’s really not bad.”

           You exhaled in relief. “I thought I would look like I got mauled by the way he was doing it.”

           J-Hope cracked up, “Well that’s certainly his style.”

           You smiled.

           "But when he’s in the dark room, he can’t really see if he did it or not.“ J-Hope winked. "So you’re safe until next time he ravages you.”

           You blushed then mumbled. “Which ones did you make?”

           He chuckled and poked at both sections of your neck that lay underneath your ear.

           "Your sensitive spot. So I’ll know for next time.“

           He adjusted the ice and grabbed your hand so you could hold onto it.

           "When you get home, put ice on it again. I know some people apply a layer of toothpaste or use a frozen spoon so it heals quickly.” he explained. “Turtlenecks or scarves work too. Make-up is a bit dangerous cause it’ll wear off in my opinion. But hey, I’m no expert.”

           You chuckled and nodded.

           "Here is your jacket back.“ He threw it over your shoulders and looked at his watch. "I have to train the new hosts so I have to head out. Sit for about 5 more minutes with the ice, alternating between both sides for 2 and a half minutes each. Then get home safely, okay?”

           You nodded and smiled gratefully. “Thanks for this, J-Hope.”

           "Anything for you.“ He rubbed your arm and walked out of the break room.

           You exhaled and slammed your head onto the table, staring at the reflection of your neck on your phone.

           How were you going to explain this to your bosses and co-workers tomorrow?

Part 3 

Hands Off (Peter Parker One Shot)

Request: “request: peter and the reader are best friends who secretly like each other but she doesn’t know he’s spiderman so one day when she gets rescued by spiderman he flirts with her but she turns him down and tells him about peter so then he gets all flustered and cute stuff ensues? thanks love” -anon

A/N: Hmm… kinda had a difficult time with this because the prompt reminded me of my Stupid Leaves series haha I tried my best, hope you like it! Sorry this took soooooo long to put out! Would you like a part 2? P.S. it’s kinda long! got a little carried away haha! Also, I tried to make it the reader as gender neutral as I could, but there was a part that needed “label?” so just choose the one you identify with! P.S.S. Y/n uses the word “Dad” but it’s not supposed to be kinky LOL no kink shaming tho

Summary: Y/N ditches their best friend (and crush), Peter Parker, because they have to meet with their group members for a school project. After a long night in the library, the reader has a more-than-friendly encounter with none other than the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

Warnings: Mentions of a near death experience?? Maybe a trigger warning for someone traumatized by a car accident of some sort?

Originally posted by chunli

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Originally posted by jeonbase

not requested.

genre: fluff(?)/smut (blowjob involved lol)

summary: in which yoongi and you are roommates and become somewhat intimate(?) 

a/n: i might make a part 2/3?? let me know if i should!

Ever since you moved in with Jimin’s best friend Yoongi, your life completely changed; you became his servant. You were the only one cleaning up the house, doing the laundry and feeding the random cat that Yoongi seemed to love.

“Move out the way.”, you told Yoongi as you were holding a basket of your laundry. “You move.”, he said as he opened a packet of crisps and leaned against the front door. “That’s not gonna work, you’re literally blocking the doorway. Besides your laundry is 90% of this.” “Nah.”, he said as he shoved about 23 crisps into his mouth. “Why can’t you be like other guys and like stay in your room and jerk off.”, you sighed as you readjusted the position of the laundry basket on your waist. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”, he smugly replied before moving out of the way. “You know how to wank, right? Or do you need a girl to teach you?”, you joked. “Like you’d be any good.”, he chuckled as he wiped some of the food leftovers on his sweatpants and finally moved out of your way. “I guess I’ll have to show you some time.” “Go on.” “Maybe another time, when we get to know each other a bit better.”, you winked jokingly as you walked down the hallway. Yoongi watched you walk down the hallway until you disappeared, although he acted like a flirty asshole 99.9% of the time he did actually care about you, you had become a part of his life, for the better, not just because you were like a servant.

On another occasion Yoongi had actually made dinner for the two of you, something extremely rare, rarer than seeing Bigfoot. “What’s this all about?”, you laughed as you sat down at the dinner table. “It’s our 6 month anniversary being roommates, thanks for joinin’ me here.”, he genuinely told you. “I had no idea you could be nice.”, you joked as you turned your body towards him. “Hey, I’m horrible to the people I like, appreciate it.”, he pouted as he shoved a spoonful of rice into his mouth. “Min Yoongi likes people? Woah, slow down there. This is a lot to process.”, you laughed as you started to eat. “Yes and I quite like you so shut your mouth or die.” His statement left you in shock, this was the first time he had confirmed that he liked you, even though he probably didn’t mean it romantically, it made you feel all warm and happy inside.

Later that same night Yoongi and you were lazing around, watching whatever was on TV. Yoongi’s head was in your lap and you were playing with his hair, “I like this, moments where it’s all silent and we get along.”, you said as you broke the silence. “Me too actually, thanks for being my roommate, also thanks for not bringing home some random one night stands.”, he replied as he sat himself up. He signed for you to lie down this time and you complied. “Same with you, I’m glad I don’t have to listen to some random girl get off with you, although you’re quite audible when you play with yourself.”, Yoongi started playing with your hair, mirroring what you did with his. “Is that a problem?”, over the past few months of living together the boundaries between the two of you got smaller and smaller until they no longer existed.

“I mean not really but you still need to let me prove to you how good I am.” “You seriously meant that?” “Of course I did. Also judging from your late night wanks, you don’t last all that long.”, you teased as you looked up at your dark-haired roommate. “I can prove that I do.”, he smirked. You got up and kneeled in front of Yoongi. “You’re dead serious?”, Yoongi chuckled in disbelief. “100%, meant every single word. I’m a man of my word.”, you replied as you rested both your hands on his thighs. “They’ve gotten bigger?”, you said in surprise. “I’ve been working out quite a bit.”, he shyly laughed. “Check you out, Min Yoongi, the roommate who never leaves his apartment, has been…working out?”, you sarcastically replied.

“Fuck you.”, he laughed. “Kinda gonna get to that.” “Seriously fuck you.”, he laughed; he couldn’t take the situation seriously, was this going to happen? You were gonna give him a handjob, maybe a blowjob if he was lucky? “So, when are you gonna get to the good bit?”, Yoongi said, turning the situation serious. “Patience is a virtue, remember that.”, you said as you palmed him, gradually making him harder and harder. “You’re making me go crazy, you know that?”, Yoongi groaned. “Trust me, I know.” Yoongi was growing more and more impatient the harder he got, eventually you deemed him hard enough stood up in front of him. “Where are you going? You can’t just make me hard and leave!” “I’m not going anywhere, I’m moving into your lap.”, you smiled as you took a seat on his lap and straddled him. “This is torture.”, he whined but before he could do anymore complaining you attacked his lips. The two of you fought for dominance but eventually Yoongi won and his hands were on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You then pulled away from him and his lips and moved to the side of him and towards his lower region.

“Is this finally gonna happen? I feel like I’ve had this raging boner for eternity.” “Raging boner? Nice one Yoongs.” “Just get to it, please.”, you listened to his wish and pulled his sweatpants down slightly, pulling out his member, which was much bigger and thicker than you had anticipated. “What the fuck Min? Commando with your size?” “The dick wants what it wants.”, you shook your head amused at his comment and slowly jerked his hard member. You could see how much Yoongi hated how slow you were going and he was growing impatient with your actions. “Can’t you go a little faster?”, he whined. You complied and sped up for his pleasure. You earned a few low growls and groans from Yoongi who was completely under your control.

After a few moments of pleasuring him with just your hand, you moved your head to his cock and started teasing his tip, earning a hiss from him. “Fuck, warn me next time will ya?” You ignored him, not that you could really reply with his dick in your mouth. You moved down his cock and started bobbing your head, causing Yoongi to moan out of pleasure again. “You really are great at this.”, he managed to say in between breaths, after he managed to get his words out he grabbed your hair into his fist and moved your head quicker, he wanted to cum so badly. His cock easily went down your throat two or three times causing you to almost choke each time. Eventually you removed your lips from his cock and just pumped the member until he came all over your hand.

“You are fucking amazing, I owe you one.”, Yoongi said breathlessly. “Yeah, for nearly choking me to death.”, you sarcastically replied. “No, seriously I need to return the favour some time, besides I’ve been wanting to for a while. And umm… I really mean what I said before about liking you, like not just for sex or whatever I really have fallen in love with you and your company.” “You know Yoongi, confessions normally come before the sex.”

ooooooooo someone finally noticed :D

hehe yes yuuri what do those rings mean ;3

you bet they are and awwww look at how happy and proud victor is about it 


that delicate closeup though


omggg yes phichit yesssssssss

hes so genuine like how can you not love this boy

aww victor dont ruin the fun



and bonus haha cause i loved this part soo much xD otabek and yurio you guys are the best

lol I used to think pidge was gonna be that classic objective intellectual character who always chose “the best possible solution” but that got killed like two episodes in. Pidge is probably one of the least objective people in the show, and that’s including allura. And while part of that is probably her age, I kinda get the feeling that most of it, or at least a lot of it, has to do with her personality. Like, pidge can be objective at times, but by in large she is very controlled by her emotions and ambitions. She’s intelligent as hell, but that doesn’t mean she makes objective, or even good, decisions. It just means she’s smart af and can cook up a plan on the fly. Pidge is so subjective and Out of Control sometimes and look I love it 

Masquerade. (Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) Part 4 FINALE

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

Fluff & Smut

Office Au, Hosts Au

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out…

        But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.


Part 4 out of 4 [FINAL]

Parts:  Part 1 |  Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by wroni87

          “I think I need a strong drink.” You mumbled as you slowly put the masks back into the closet. “Or Hoseok– give me a good punch to the face so I could forget this happened.”

           Hoseok flinched at the sound of your voice calling him then he collected himself to retort.

           "Wait, why am I the one that has to punch you?“

           "Cause you’ve been holding it in all these years. Just do it.” You closed your eyes.

           Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Y/N. I’m not punching you.”

           You messed up your hair anxiously. Your mind was all jumbled and you didn’t know what to do. Jimin walked over and locked the door.

           "Y/N, have a seat first.“ he spoke calmly.

           You shook your head and laughed. "This is a joke right?”

           You glanced over at Hoseok and Jimin who were staring at you seriously. It sunk in that it was, in fact, reality.

           You had been fooling around with both of your bosses…and they – they…

           "Oh my god.“ You covered your mouth in horror as you stumbled into Hoseok’s chair beside you.

           Jimin rushed to your side and made sure the seat didn’t roll out from underneath you.

           "I can’t believe…” Jimin chuckled. “You’re Silver. Wow…”

           You hurriedly covered your face. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

           Jimin smirked, “Remembering all the fun we had?”

           "How’re you guys okay with this?“ You stared at them incredulously. "Are you not embarrassed that I saw…I saw….”

           Your eyes glanced from Hoseok to Jimin and back to Hoseok then back to Jimin.

           "Well I can’t say it was embarrassing or anything… cause that’s kind of our job.“ Jimin shrugged then winked at you. "Plus you clearly liked what you saw.”

           You groaned and covered your face once again.

           Jimin glanced at Hoseok and urged him to say something. Hoseok exhaled and leaned against his desk, crossing his arms nonchalantly.

           "Do you regret it?“ he questioned.

           You froze then shook your head honestly. "No…”

           "Then stop whining.“ He rolled his eyes. "It’s not the end of the world just cause you jacked us off and we made you orgasm a few times.”

           You lunged at Hoseok and placed your hand over his mouth.

           "Are you kidding me? We are at WORK! What if people hear you?“ You whispered angrily.

           Hoseok sighed and grabbed your hand.

           "I’m just saying. We’re fine, so there’s no need for you to freak out. That’s different and this is different.”

           You looked down at Hoseok’s gentle hand holding your own and he pulled it away quickly.

           "You’re…“ You started as you stared into his eyes, the pieces coming together. Then you whipped around and found Jimin sitting in Hoseok’s chair, cross-legged, and smirking mischievously. His demeanor had completely made a 180."And you’re….”

           "Well baby girl.“ Jimin grinned. "Why don’t you tell us your decision now then?”

           Your eyes widened and you stumbled back, trying to get some distance between them. “I…I…”

           "So finding out our identities affected your decision?“ Jimin questioned curiously.

           "It’s just…um…it just confuses me a bit because well…” You continued to study the two of them staring at you.

           You were breaking out into cold sweat at the situation. Jimin started cracking up, breaking the intensity in the air. You and Hoseok glanced over him inquisitively.

           "Ah you’re too cute, Y/N.“ He wiped a tear from his eyes. "You’re not going to hurt our feelings in any way if you prefer one of us over the other. We’re not going to stop being your bosses.”

           "I know…but it’s not like I can go back to Club Masquerade and you know…“ You murmured.

           Jimin smirked as he got up and started walking to you. "How about this then?”

           You shivered at the way his eyes darkened as he came closer.

           "Jimin.“ Hoseok warned but his friend paid him no mind.

           "How about we take Club Masquerade to the office?” He whispered, his breath ghosting over your face.

           You felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you from being in such close proximity to Jimin.

           "Don’t scare her, Jimin. My goodness. She just found out we’ve pretty much touched her entire body and she’s practically seen us naked.“ Hoseok chuckled as he secured you behind him.

           You smacked his back angrily. "Stop saying that out loud!”

           Hoseok laughed. “It’s true though.”

           You glared at him.

           "I’m just saying we spice up the proposition.“ Jimin threw an arm around both yours and Hoseok’s shoulders. "Since she’s still confused, we continue the experiments… but at work.”

           "H-here??“ You stammered.

           "Doesn’t it… excite you?” Jimin whispered into your ear. “You can’t go back to the Club knowing our identities because it would be embarrassing for you, but all three of us HAVE to go to work regardless. You get time to decide and you get your very own Club Masquerade during work hours…without payment…and with ALL the benefits.”

           You remained quiet because your body was trembling with anticipation at the thought of sneaking around with the risk of being caught. The two men were watching your expression intently, waiting for you to say something. After a few minutes of contemplation, you shook your head and stepped away from them.


           "Okay?” Hoseok and Jimin repeated excitedly.

           "No!“ You yelled.

           "No?” They lowered their tone.

           "No, I mean. I need to think about this.“ You explained. "It’s just a lot to take in. You’re just both so…so….”

           "Different?“ Jimin finished.

           "Yeah…” You exhaled.

           "That’s fine.“ Hoseok nodded. "It is a lot to take in. So we’ll give you time to decide.”

           "By tonight.“ Jimin cut in.

           "By tomorrow.” Hoseok glanced over at him.

           "How about I’ll let you know whenever I know? Okay?“ You pointed at the two of them as you backed up towards the door.

           "Take your time.” Hoseok nodded.

           Jimin shrugged and chuckled. “It’s not like you can get away from us anyway.”

           You smiled wryly and hurried out the door, not realizing you had been holding your breath. Skeptically, you glanced around to see if there were vigilant or judgmental eyes watching you, but everyone was either on lunch break or focusing on work with headphones in. Exhaling out of relief, you plopped into your chair, unable to fathom the unexpected turn of events. You found yourself staring into the office in front of you, watching the two’s silhouettes moving around.

           "Wow! How great is this?“ Jimin grinned excitedly. "Silver is Y/N. Wow.”

           Hoseok exhaled, “Let’s not dwell on it until she’s made her decision. We’re at work.”

           Jimin pouted. “Are you not excited? She’s hard working and attractive, plus great in bed!”

           Hoseok glared at Jimin.

           "Fine, fine. No Masquerade talk at the office. Got it.“ Jimin chimed and began tending to the stacks of paper in front of him.

           That night, you tossed and turned in contemplation. Could you really refuse the offer? I mean, here were two attractive men asking you to hook up with them DURING work hours for FREE. But then they weren’t just strangers, they were your BOSSES. But then that made them so much more appealing.

           You sat up and groaned; the storm in your mind keeping you up. You were curious but you were also nervous. Was this a good idea? Would they really be okay with it? You bit your lip and whipped out your phone. You wanted to know more about them, now that you’ve figured out their identities. You were curious to see if your original choice would stay the same or become different in the "real world”. Clearly, your body and heart were leaning towards a decision already but your mind clung onto its last hope. Finally, the final straw came when you imagined the hott scenarios that could occur if you agreed to it. Your mind released the strings of your logic and you caved.

           "Oh fuck it.“ You hissed and texted the two.

           Jimin and Hoseok rolled over and opened the message.

           Silver: Let’s do it.

           Nervously, you arrived to work the next morning. You had put effort into looking pretty so you did your make up a little more than usual and sprayed on your special perfume.

           "Mr. Jung is already here.” Your co-worker whispered. “He told me to tell you to see him when you arrived.”

           You swallowed and nodded.

           "Don’t be nervous. He’ll probably yell at you like usual.“ your co-worker laughed.

           You chuckled, trying to sound convincing. That wasn’t exactly why you were nervous this time. "Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.”

           You knocked timidly, half hoping he was asleep or not even inside.


           "It’s me.”

           "Come in.“

           Slowly, you stepped into the office and you felt Hoseok’s eyes on your outfit.

           He scoffed as you looked at him in anticipation.

           "You’re expecting something aren’t you?” He smirked and your face quickly contorted into an expression of annoyance.

           "What did you call me for?“ You exhaled, wondering why you even bothered to expect something from someone you’ve known for years.

           "Come here. I marked a few things I want you to edit.” He beckoned and you walked over.

           You moved your face closer to the paper on his desk, squinting. “Where’d you mark it? Do I need a microscope?”

           Hoseok chuckled and you felt his lips press a kiss on your cheek. Your eyes widened and you stood up hurriedly.

           "It’s in the next page.“ He pointed nonchalantly.

           You skeptically reached for the paper, maintaining your distance as he watched you, amused.

           "Are you more relaxed now?” he laughed.

           You glanced up at him in surprise. “What?”

           "You walked in like a terrified animal.“ he snorted. "It’s not like either of us are going to eat you alive. I mean, unless you want us to.”

           You rushed to cover his mouth hurriedly. “Can you please stop saying things like that?”

           He nodded as he slowly pulled your hand from his mouth. Neither of you broke the eye contact and you didn’t pull back. You were mesmerized by the fact that you hadn’t recognized either of them. Now that you were staring at him, feeling his hand in yours, you knew for sure he was Black Mask.

           "You know there’s a sexier way you could shut me up.“ he smiled and you chuckled.

           "What’s that?”

           He pulled your waist down and captured your lips in his. You inhaled sharply at the contact and you felt your hands slide up to his shoulders to steady yourself. He broke the kiss and you felt dizzy as you stared into your boss’s face instead of a mask this time. Your heart raced as he caressed your face gently.

           "You look beautiful.“ he whispered.

           You leaned over and kissed him again, wanting to make sure this was real. He welcomed it happily, guiding you to sit on his lap so you weren’t bending over to kiss him.

           "What am I doing? Oh my god.”

           You breathed as you pressed your forehead against his.

           Hoseok chuckled, “This is a bit crazy.”

           "I can’t believe…“ You studied his face. "Are you schizophrenic?”

           Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Shut up.”

           He bit your bottom lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.

           Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and you both froze, hearts racing.

           "Yes?“ Hoseok called, calmly.

           "It’s Jimin. Hope you two aren’t fighting~” He chimed playfully.

           Hoseok smirked and spun his chair around to hide you on his lap. “Come in.”

           Jimin entered and hurriedly shut the door before you two revealed your position. “I can’t believe you started already.”

           Hoseok chuckled as he embraced you warmly. “I was just teaching her a few things.”

           Jimin smirked as he eyed you two with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well I’ll make sure to demonstrate a few more things when I get my hands on you.”

           You blushed as you felt Hoseok’s hand land on your exposed thigh. Mentally, you patted yourself in the back for choosing to wear a pencil skirt dress today.

            He leaned over and whispered, “This is going to drive me crazy.”

           You smiled, “Good. That’s what I was going for.”

           Hoseok patted your hip and you stood up understandably. “I just wanted to see you first thing in the morning. I’ll call you in if I find any errors for real.”

           You nodded, still finding his behavior weird but definitely welcomed. Before you made it to the door, you heard Jimin clear his throat.

           "Where’s MY good morning kiss?“ he questioned.

           You glanced over at Hoseok, not wanting him to be uncomfortable, but he nodded nonchalantly. Walking over, you leaned down to kiss Jimin sweetly, but he roughly pulled you down to straddle him. Immediately, his tongue slipped into yours and you couldn’t help that moan that it elicited from the back of your throat. His lips curled up and he broke the kiss.

           "What a sound to hear first thing in the morning.” he breathed on your lips as he lightly smacked your ass. “Now get out of my office before I take this skirt off in front of Hoseok.”

           You shivered and scrambled off of him, fixing your skirt and clothes, feeling both of their eyes on you hungrily. You felt sexy and wanted. Silently praising yourself for agreeing to this, you walked towards the door.

           "Wait.“ Hoseok called out and both yours and Jimin’s eyes were on him as he walked over to you. He reached out and adjusted a few stray strands of hair that they both had tousled. "There.”

           "Thanks.“ You blushed.

           He nodded curtly and went back to his desk.

           With one last look at them both watching you, you stepped out of the office. You were sure your cheeks were red and your body felt hot. With your heart racing, you returned to your desk and distracted yourself with your work.

           About an hour or so later, your head whipped up expectantly when the door opened to the office.

           "Wow, working hard as usual Y/N.” Jimin, grinning brightly, rushed over to you. “What’s the occasion? You look extra beautiful today.”

           You blushed, despite being taken aback by seeing this side of Jimin after how he was acting earlier. Soon, Hoseok also exited the office and caught you and Jimin chatting amiably. You watched the way his lips curled up into a smirk.

           "As usual, your desk is a mess, Y/N. You’re the first thing people see so be presentable for goodness sake.“

           With that, he stalked off, leaving you astounded.

           Jimin chuckled and leaned over to whisper seductively, "Let me get my dessert later during lunch.”

           You blushed as he laughed heartily. He turned around and began skipping out of the office while waving back at you.

           "We have to head to a meeting with the board. I’ll see you later, Y/N! Bye bye!“

           You didn’t realize you were staring blankly at the door they had disappeared through until you felt your co-worker tap your shoulder. Flinching, you spun around to find her wearing a concerned expression.

           "You okay? Mr. Jung must’ve scolded you harshly this morning, huh?”

           You laughed weakly. “It was definitely unexpected.”

           She looked at you sympathetically then returned to her work. You exhaled and ran your hand through your hair.

           Their changing personalities were definitely something you had to get used to. It was weird yet intriguing. It made you want to divulge all their other sides, in the only way you could. Then remembering Jimin’s statement, you suppressed your squeal and began counting down until lunch time.

           You made your way up to the rooftop warily. Jimin had texted you to meet him there and you were praying that none of your co-workers would join you. Luckily, you usually enjoyed eating lunch alone and everyone understood that by now, so no one bothered to question why you were slipping out so secretively. You opened the door to the rooftop curiously, but no one was there. Furrowing your brows, you glanced around. Stepping forward, you went to close the door and almost screamed when you found that Jimin was behind the door, smirking smugly.

           Before you could say anything, he pulled you towards him and locked lips with you. You were in no position or desire to resist as he pinned your back against the door, not breaking the kiss.  

           "Fuck this is hott.“ He whispered as he unbuttoned your shirt slightly.

           You were already breathing heavily. It was exhilarating and nerve-wrecking, being so out in the open. You were torn between wanting people to see you and wanting to suggest doing it someplace more hidden. But Jimin never gave you a choice on the matter as his cold fingers traced down your chest, making you shiver.

           "I’ve been wanting to do this since you handed me that drill in the office.” He whispered as he began nipping at your neck slowly and you felt yourself exhale with pleasure.

           "And I’ve been wanting to do this –“ he spun you around and pressed himself against your back. "Since that company outing.”

           Your breath hitched as he grinded into your ass, which was only protected by the thin fabric of your pencil skirt. He was already hard and you felt yourself getting turned on by his advances.

           "Why didn’t you?“ You breathed and you felt his hands cover your breasts.

           "Because I didn’t know you were such a little tease.” He spoke into your ear as he began massaging your boobs.

           You moaned as he rubbed his hardness behind you, and pleasured you with his hands in the front. Soon, his mouth found your neck as well. You were literally melting in his arms. You unbuttoned a few more of your shirt buttons as you rubbed your ass into him, causing him to growl, and he immediately slipped his hand inside your bra. Fingers rolling your nipples as you two slowly found a rhythm with your hips.

           "I need you naked with me inside you.“ he uttered.

           You spun around and wrapped your legs around his waist, biting back a groan as your wetness settled right over his bulge. Smirking, he rolled his hips and you reeled your head back, feeling your core throbbing with need. Something about seeing his face, seeing how much he wanted you, how much he craved for you –it was raw; it was real. Only a door and a few stairs were blocking your colleagues from hearing you two, and if anyone from the adjacent offices looked through their window, they would be getting themselves a free show. Your body tingled with excitement as you crashed your lips into his.

           Easily, he carried you to the benches and sat down so that you were comfortably straddling him. Placing his hands on the ends of the seat for leverage, he began bucking into you while he pushed your skirt up slyly. You were too engrossed in the way his tongue was playing around inside your mouth to worry about his hand climbing up your skirt. You were too busy making sure you rolled your hips into him at the same time he raised his for deeper friction.

           "Fuck.” he groaned as you traveled to his neck.

           "I’m so wet.“ You whimpered into his ear and immediately his hand shot underneath your skirt to touch you.

           You gasped at the contact while his eyes darkened with lust, waiting and wondering if you were going to scold him or not. But you simply rocked your hips forward to meet his fingers and he immediately captured your lips hungrily while he stroked your dampness. You were panting loudly as his hands and the fabric of your underwear added a new sensation to your need.

           "You feel so fucking good. So wet, for me.” he licked his lips as you both continued to rub against each other, full of lust and desire.

           Suddenly, you both heard footsteps and you scrambled off of him.

           "Your shirt.“ He mentioned, and you fumbled to button it back up while he tried to adjust the obvious bulge emerging from his pants. You teasingly grazed it before hopping to the other side of the table, earning a hiss from him. You opened your purse and threw your sandwich onto the table just as the doors swung open. A few of your co-workers waltzed in nonchalantly, chatting away.

           Jimin crossed his legs and smiled at you, amused as you stuffed your mouth nervously.

           "Was that good?” he chuckled, now back to his usually bright self but with an undeniably playful twinkle in his eye.

           Most people would think he was asking you about your lunch, but you knew he was talking about the position you were in just before.

           "Very.“ You breathed as a small smile splayed on your face.

           "I’m sure there’s more where that came from.” he grinned widely.

           "I hope so….“ You mumbled then glanced at the lonely water bottle he had taken out. "Aren’t you eating?”

           "I had a bit of dessert.“ He took his index finger and sucked it in front of you as he spoke. "I hope to finish it later.”

           You choked on whatever you had in your mouth at his implication and he giggled as he opened his water bottle for you. He waited for you to catch your breath before he commented,

           "Maybe you could have a taste later too.“

           You turned red and went back to coughing as he laughed at your reaction.

           You fanned yourself as you walked to the Conference Room where you and Hoseok usually practiced his speeches and presentations. Slowly, you opened the door and took a peek inside. Your heartbeat quickened as you spotted him with his tie off, shirt unbuttoned slightly, and sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms – one of your weaknesses. Your previous encounter with Jimin left you sensitive and full of desire. You wondered if Hoseok would be willing to help you or if he really wanted to just get some work done. You stepped into the room and he glanced up at you, as he usually did, then returned to his papers. Disappointment washed over you as you took a seat next to him.

           "How was lunch?” He asked softly and you stared at him for a few seconds before you realized you had to answer.

           "It was good.“ You answered, still staring at him.

           Your eyes wandered to the lip mole he had and you wondered why you hadn’t put two and two together sooner. Then you found yourself eye-ing his neck and jaw line. You got flustered when Hoseok turned his head and found you gawking at him, but you couldn’t look away as he studied you carefully. His hands reached out and his thumb gently grazed your lips, making you warm all over.

           "Jimin, huh?” his lips curled up and you felt saddened when his hands left.

           "What?“ You questioned.

           "Your lips are nice and swollen.” Hoseok chuckled. “And unless there’s a third mask here that’s going around kissing you, or I had an out of body experience and made out with you without remembering, that was the work of Jimin.”

           You blushed. “Is…that okay?”

           He smiled as he returned to signing papers, “I wish you were only mine, but seeing as how you’re enjoying yourself, I don’t mind.”

           "You realllyyy don’t mind?“ You were a bit annoyed at his nonchalant attitude, so your hands found its way to his leg as you moved closer.

           His eyes were back on you curiously as you closed the distance.

           "Do you want me to be honest?” He questioned.

           You nodded and immediately, his hand grabbed yours to stop you from rubbing his leg to drive him crazy.

           "I want you to myself so bad that I feel like I’m going to go crazy when I don’t see you near me.“ He confessed. "Because when you’re gone, I know it’s not me touching you.”

           Your breath hitched at his words and immediately, you latched yourself onto his neck. You memorized the spot that he loved and his grip on your hand loosened, allowing you to trace his thighs as you climbed on him. He moaned as your tongue worked his sensitive spot.

           "You really are J-Hope.“ You breathed into your neck.

           "Disappointed?” he questioned.

           You stared at him in contemplation. “I’m not sure yet.”

           Then you leaned down and shared a gentle kiss that soon turned more passionate. His hands found your hips and your knee propped his legs open as you pressed up against him. You caught the way his forearms tensed as he held you steady.

           "There are no more rules.“ Your voice echoed in the conference room and you saw his face darken with the implication.

           He captured your lips and his hand found its way to the zipper of your pencil skirt.

           "May I?” he whispered on your lips.

           You gave him a firm nod before kissing him again. Soon, you straddled him freely without the restraints of your skirt and he traced the curves of your ass with his cold hands.

           "Shit your hands are always freezing.“ You cursed.

           He laughed. "Sorry.”

           Then he unbuttoned your shirt and playfully cupped your breasts for warmth. “Ahh…much better.”

           You visibly shivered from the temperature change and glared at him, but he soon thumbed both of your nipples to appease you. You groaned with pleasure as he trailed kisses down your exposed neck, your shirt hanging off you loosely.

           "We should lock the door.“ he whispered.

           "I already did.” You smirked triumphantly.

           He chuckled as he pressed his lips onto your shoulder, “You sly woman.”

           You were squirming under him as he skillfully toyed with your breasts. Your eyes were closed with pleasure and you felt yourself heating up. You knew he was watching you and you prayed you weren’t making awkward faces as he did so. You were so lost in the feeling of his hands on your sensitive buds and the fact that he was studying you as literally melted under his touch turned you on more.

           "You’re so beautiful.“ He muttered and you exhaled at the loss of contact when he pulled his hands away. But then, you felt him tenderly pulling down the straps of your bra as he gazed at your face. Your eyes fluttered open and stared back at him. In a flash, he pulled down your bra and the cold air of the conference room hit your already hard nipples. You inhaled sharply but it soon turned into a groan as you felt his mouth cover one breast and his hand massage the other.

           "Oh my god.” You whined. “Keep going.”

           Encouraged, Hoseok flicked his tongue out against your nipple and you pulled his head forward, needing more of him, needing him to continue, needing him.  

           "More.“ You begged. "Faster.”

           Hoseok obliged and began hurriedly swirling his tongue as you began rocking your hips against him. He moaned and the vibration ran straight to your need. He switched breasts and while one was in his mouth, the other was being rolled between his fingers, flicked, and rubbed. It was driving you insane.

           "I need you to touch me.“ You blurted.

           He sucked on your nipple loudly before glancing up at you. "Are you sure?”

           "Yes. Fuck, please.“ You breathed, clearly disheveled.

           He smiled and fixed your hair. "If you insist.”

           Then he went back to licking your more sensitive nipple while his hand traveled up your thigh. You were breathless with anticipation as his hands finally made it to your center. His fingers ghosted over your dampness and you rocked forward to make contact, knowing he was hesitant.

           He chuckled as he began stroking you with his fingers expertly while you pressed sloppy kisses on his lips and onto his neck.

           "You’re a mess.“ he teased.

           "Shut up.” You breathed. “You’re going to be a mess after me.”

           "Oh really?“ His lips curled up as his fingers quickened against your dripping underwear. Your mind went blank and you began breathing heavily, pressing your forehead on his shoulder as his fingers played with you. He smiled and kissed your neck sweetly.

           "I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

           You nodded as you locked lips with him while his free hand added a new wave of pleasure to your already heightening one by returning to your nipple. You screamed and his mouth covered yours in a passionate kiss to drown out your noises, as he led you to your orgasm just simply with his fingers and his mouth on your neck and lips alternatively. You limply lay in his arms, trying to catch your breath. He pulled your bra back to its original place and buttoned your shirt. Tapping your hip, he urged you to slip back into your skirt which you obeyed, since he did all the work and you just had to put your legs into it. Sighing with an amused smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around you lovingly.


           You nodded as you rested your head against his shoulders. You felt like a large baby in his embrace but it helped calm you down. He kissed your temple.

           "Let’s get to work then.”

           He leaned over to continue his paperwork while you stayed on his lap. As he was focused, you took the time to study his face. It still felt surreal to you that both him and Jimin were doing this with you. You weren’t sure when exactly you were going to wake up from a dream as good as this one.

           "Take a picture. It lasts longer.“ he rolled his eyes and you chuckled.

           "I see Hoseok is back.”

           He tapped his pen on paper in front of him. “This needs to be worded better.”

           You took a look at it and hummed. Then you grabbed the pen from his grasp but he pulled it away.

           "Noo. You never give me my pens back!“

           "I’m right here!” You argued as you smacked his leg. “You’ll literally see my every move with it.”

           He sighed and you swiped it from his grip as you began writing in your edits.

           The days following were every bit as breath-taking. You had no idea there were so many places you could fool around in in the office. You found yourself being dragged or ambushed at random times throughout the day. Not that you minded because they were very, very welcomed surprises. Yet, there was still a gnawing feeling in the back of your mind that something was off though. The more you got involved with Jimin and Hoseok, the more you got lost in the fantasy, and the more you wondered who they really were.

           Jimin locked the door as he found you in the copy room. No one ever went there other than you because most people had printers at their desks to print multiple copies. However, you needed to scan and print signed documents for safe keeping, so you were there often. You spun around curiously, but was immediately pushed back into the copy machine. Instinctively, knowing you had limited time, your hands unbuttoned Jimin’s pants as he groaned. He sucked on your neck and you hissed.

           "You can’t give me a mark here.“

           He hummed as he pulled down your tank top and began giving you a hickey right on the top of your boob. You breathed as you palmed him, thumbing the head of his cock through his boxers.

           "How much time do we have until someone notices we’re gone?” Jimin whined.

           "Maybe a minute or two?“ You whispered. "Maybe more?”

           He contemplated then murmured. “I need you.”

           Your eyes widened. “But what if you finish…”

           "I have an extra pair of boxers.“ he winked. "And I’m always fine going commando.”


           He squeezed your butt and bit your lip, stopping you before you could say anything.

           "I need you on your knees for me.” Jimin whispered against your lips and you felt your legs give way.

           You kissed his lips then worked down his neck as he writhed under your touch.

           "Y/N. I need you NOW.“ he growled.

           You hummed and found yourself kneeling in front of his bulge. Smirking, you continued to palm him as you watched his cock twitch under your touch. You glanced up and his face was contorted in undeniable pleasure. He bit his lip sensually, biting back a groan, and soon you leaned forward and pressed your lips onto the fabric of his boxers. He whimpered and you smiled, feeling empowered that you, for once, were making him come undone. You licked his length as your fingers rubbed the head of his cock.

           "Fuck.” he cursed and you found yourself slipping your tongue through the hole in his boxers to touch his unclothed dick.

           He reeled his head back.

           "Do that again babygirl.“ he moaned and you flicked your tongue out again.

           "Take my cock in your mouth.” he instructed and you traced his length with your tongue.

           Then you pulled back and through his boxers, began licking the slit of cock as you pumped him. He hissed as the friction was both painful and inviting, but he stuck his own hands in his pants to speed up the process.

           "Turn around for me, on all fours.“ he demanded.

           You did so and soon found his clothed hardness ramming against your ass while you moaned.

           "Shhh baby girl.” He hummed mischievously. “Someone will catch us if you’re too loud.”

           You rolled your ass onto him and he slapped it as he groaned. Your heart was racing as his noises began getting louder. You soon lost contact but you didn’t dare turn around without his permission. Suddenly, you were pulled back by your shirt and he lay on the floor, his hands pumping his free cock in front of you.

           "Come here baby girl.“ he moaned as he continued pleasing himself while his eyes raked your body.

           You crawled over to him and he licked his lip, panting.

           "Take your top off.” he instructed.

           You pulled off your blazer and tank top. With his free hand, he unclipped your bra and immediately latched his mouth onto you. You let out a loud groan and he began bucking his hips up wildly as you continued to say slurs mixed with drawn out moans at the feeling of his mouth on your nipple.

           "Fuck.“ he pushed you off of him and sat up, close to coming.

           You bit your lip and wrapped your arms behind him, covering his hands with your own, moving it at the same pace.

           "Imagine it’s me.” You whispered and the image sent him over the edge. Guiding his hands, you pumped him through his high as you bit into his neck to suppress your own growing desire at what you were witnessing.

           Hurriedly, you dressed yourself and found a box of tissues to hand to him. He cleaned himself up while you continued copying files, your heart racing.

           "Turned on?“ he growled as he nibbled at your earlobe.

           You blushed.

           "That was hott.” he whispered. “Let’s hope next time it’ll be your hands on my cock so you could feel it yourself.”

           You shivered and soon found yourself alone in the room.

           "Oh my god.“ You exhaled in awe as you pulled back your hair, to ventilate your warm and sweating body.

           "Y/N!” Jimin giggled brightly as he greeted you first thing in the morning.

           You grinned but you now could pinpoint the way his eyes turned dark and sensual for a split second before he was beaming innocently again. You swallowed hard at the thoughts that probably flittered through his mind in that second but you shook your head, erasing those thoughts away.

           And without fail, Hoseok would smirk as he walked in and make fun of you as he usually did.

           "You’re such a slob Y/N.“

           "Wow, look who’s early for once.”

           "What’re you wearing, an alligator on your feet?“

           It always made you wonder if he meant it or not. But when you entered the office and they both vied to be your first good morning kiss, you immediately forgot all of those thoughts.

           Everything escalated quickly at the beginning of the following week. It started with a video conference to the Corporate Head to go over the statistics of the branch, now that Jimin and Hoseok had been working together for a little over a month already. You sat in the middle of them, since the CEO wanted you present to make sure the two weren’t fabricating things.

           "Has it been a month and a half already?” You commented in awe.

           Jimin grinned, “Crazy isn’t it?”

           "Yeah. Wow.“ You flipped through the notes you made and distributed them.

           "You’ve been fooling around with two of the hottest guys in this city for that long.” Jimin smirked and you blushed.

           "Hey, hey.“ Hoseok warned. "No cheap tricks during this conference.”

           "I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ Jimin shrugged unconvincingly.

           Hoseok took off his jacket and covered your exposed legs. "Everything with skin tempts him.”

           You chuckled.

           "Shut up Hoseok. I don’t feel the need to ram my dick into you.“ Jimin claimed.

           "No?” Hoseok’s lips curled up. “I’m pretty sure in college you asked me if I was interested in experimenting.”

           Jimin’s eyes flitted to you curiously. “What about you, Y/N?”

           "What?“ You blinked.

           Hoseok rubbed your arm comfortingly then instructed. "Stay on your toes or one of us gets fired.”

           You nodded while Jimin snorted nonchalantly.

           "I’m charming as hell. Don’t worry.“

           Hoseok rolled his eyes then a video call appeared. Immediately, Hoseok turned serious and Jimin flashed his brightest smile. You felt yourself shiver at the quick change. But then you sat up straighter as the CEO’s face appeared on the screen.

           Everything was going smoothly. You and Hoseok did most of the talking while Jimin laughed, agreed, and threw in a joke or two. While Hoseok was discussing something with the CEO, you felt Hoseok’s jacket slip off your leg and a warm hand lay on your thigh instead. You gulped, knowing it was Jimin’s. But you couldn’t make it seem as if something was wrong and distract Hoseok or make the CEO question you two. So you tried to keep a straight face as your heart rammed into your chest. His hands were tracing circles in your inner thighs and instinctively, your legs spread apart slightly, allowing him to travel closer to your growing wetness. Heat pooled into your lower stomach as his fingers caressed the creased between your thighs and hip bone playfully.

           Suddenly, you felt another hand on your other leg and your eyes widened as Hoseok slipped underneath your skirt too. He and Jimin continued talking calmly while you were trying not to panic or let out a groan. Hoseok was trying to push Jimin’s hand away from you but Jimin fought back by gripping onto your skin. You shifted uncomfortably and exhaled slowly. You felt Hoseok tense while Jimin smiled at the sound. Soon, you gripped the end of your chair as you felt both of their fingers stroking you; you were going to explode in a matter of time. To keep your sanity and your face in front of your CEO, you gripped their hands and pried them off of you, despite your body’s protests.

           "CEO, I actually have a few more things I need to finish by myself.” You emphasized knowing that their dark eyes were on you at the implication. “Please excuse me.”
           "Yes of course. Thanks for your time.“ The CEO bowed and you hurried out of the room, trying to figure out which room you should go into in order to release the growing urge inside you.

           Suddenly, you were pulled into one of the filing closets and immediately, you crashed your lips into his.

           "There’s no way I’m going to let a lady finish what I started.” Hoseok whispered as you pulled his hips closer to you. “I want to please you.”

           You growled at his statement and attacked his upper lip, swirling your tongue on that lip mole that you could stare at all day long. He breathed heavily and lifted you up easily. Wrapping your legs around him, he carried you to the nearest surface while you plastered his neck with kisses, licks, love bites, and moans. Luckily, there was small table in the corner of the room and as soon as you were settled on top of it, his hands traveled underneath your skirt. You wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss as he began rubbing your clit through your soaked panties.

           "I need someone down there, Hoseok.“ You whimpered and he bit your lip, feeling completely turned on by your begging.

           "As you wish.” He spread your legs and pushed your skirt up higher on your thighs.

           He exhaled and closed his eyes, and you blushed, embarrassed.

           "Fuck. You’re so wet.“ He licked his lips hungrily and glanced up at you. You felt a new wave of juices flood your underwear at the way he looked at you. Your breath hitched as you watched him lean closer, his breath ghosting over your core now. He pressed his lips into you and you immediately moaned. He placed his lips at a different spot and had you squirming with desire. As if understanding, he flicked his tongue out and you groaned, gripping the table to control your body. Suddenly, the door knob turned but Hoseok’s tongue continued to lick stripes up and down you.

           "Hoseok.” You hissed.

           "Don’t worry.“ he hummed as he pressed a kiss onto your folds again. You carded your hands through his hair, no longer caring if someone walked in on you two. This feeling was indescribable and you didn’t want him to stop.

           Your eyes widened as Jimin slipped into the room, looking a bit angry at first. Yet when he spotted you and Hoseok, his eyes became lidded.

           "Holy shit.” he growled, locking the door, and rushing to crash his lips onto yours.

           "Mmm.“ You moaned as Hoseok’s tongue quickened its pace on your clit. You were practically dripping at this point.

           Jimin stuck his tongue into your mouth and slipped his hands into your shirt. You were trying to register exactly what was happening but your core was throbbing. You needed more. You wanted more.

           As if both them heard your thoughts, Jimin ripped your shirt open and began sucking on your nipple while Hoseok pulled your underwear to the side and licked you clean, no fabric stopping either of you from feeling each other.

           "Oh my god.” You exhaled as you rocked your hips forward, needing Hoseok’s tongue, needing Jimin’s tongue as you were getting close to your orgasm.

           Hoseok gripped your thigh as he pulled your underwear off and began flicking his tongue into you, licking and sucking you clean.

           "Faster.“ You moaned and Hoseok obliged, meeting your hips with his mouth as you bucked into his tongue needily.

           Jimin, not wanting to miss out on the fun, continued to play with your nipple with his tongue and fingers. But hearing your breathiness and feeling your breasts bounce as you rocked into Hoseok’s face, he wanted to put you over the edge. His free hand slipped down your skirt and began thumbing over your clit as Hoseok’s tongue worked you.

           "OH MY G—.” You screamed but Jimin’s tongue was in yours, immediately swallowing all of your heavy breathing and sounds. In no time, his hands and Hoseok’s tongue had you seeing stars and coming undone in front of both of them. 

           They both smirked smugly as you fell into Jimin’s shoulder weakly. Hoseok tossed Jimin your underwear, which just so happened to be red.

           "Wow.“ Jimin grinned. "Lovin’ the color.”

           You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t find your words. Hoseok caressed your face and you pressed your cheek into his cold palm, welcoming the refreshing temperature. He laughed as he placed his hands on your neck, trying to cool down your body.

           "You both suck.“ You hissed. "I can’t believe you would finger me in front of the CEO and then attack me at the same time.”

           Jimin and Hoseok chuckled.

           "But did you hate it?“ Jimin teased.

           "Would you suck his dick if I said I’d want to do it again?” You bantered.

           Jimin glanced at Hoseok whose eyes widened at the question. He shrugged and nodded.

           "Yeah, I’d suck his dick.“

           "Hell no.” Hoseok backed away. “I knew it! Get away from me!”

           "He knew it?“ You questioned.

           "I liked to take a peek in the bathroom during college.” Jimin giggled then wiggled his eyebrows. “It is WOW.”

           Hoseok blushed and got flustered. “Don’t say that!”

           "Well I did feel it.“ You smirked and wriggled your fingers. "Pretty impressive.”

           "Definitely would suck that.“ Jimin nodded firmly.

           "Both of you shut up about my dick.” Hoseok commanded as he pulled your shirt back onto you while Jimin continued to examine your underwear.

           "Jimin, give it back.“ You reached out nervously.

           His lips curled up. "It’d be sexy if you went commando ~”

           "One orgasm is fine for today, thanks.“ You snatched it from him and defiantly put it on, fixing your skirt afterwards. It felt grossly damp, but it wasn’t like you had a spare. Though, you should’ve learned by now to bring one.

           "I was going to say. I bought you a pair.” Jimin pulled a black thong out of his pocket. “Since it seems uncomfortable to walk around in wet underwear. Hey that rhymed!”

           “Yeah, you should quit and be a rapper.” Hoseok commented dryly. 

           Jimin glared at him, not appreciating his sass.

           Blushing, you grabbed the black thong from him and started to put it on as they watched you.

           "Well, don’t look!” You hissed and they both turned their backs to you.

           But Jimin soon turned his head and you glared at him knowingly, not having budged from your position. Hoseok flung his arms around his friend’s shoulders to give you privacy. You exhaled after slipping it on, a lot more comfortable with a new pair of panties.

           You turned around and smiled as the two of them were pinching and smacking each other merrily.

           One night, you and Hoseok had to work overtime because of a big project that you both had been running for months prior to Jimin’s arrival. You ended up joining him in his office since he didn’t want you by yourself outside in your cubicle. You sat in Jimin’s table and glanced over at him working diligently. You did your work, but every so often, your eyes flickered over to him.

           "What is it?“ he questioned. "You’ve been staring for a while.”

           "Um…“ You pursed your lips. "Aren’t you going to Club Masquerade tonight?”

           Hoseok chuckled and glanced up, “Is that what you’re worried about?”

           "No…I was just curious. Do you like have to cancel your clients or something?“

           He shook his head, "If the clients want to cancel because I’m not there then that’s fine, but if they still want to come in, there are other gentleman hosts that cover for me.”

           "Ah.“ You nodded. "So you’ve been working there since you’ve been here?”

           "Mmm…“ he pondered. "No. I was here a few years before Jimin found the job for us.”

           "But you both had one already…why?“

           Hoseok shrugged, "It was fun. A stress reliever. Much like why you and the other clients come.”

           You nodded slowly then returned to your papers. But you put your pen down and blurted out, “But when you and Jimin had girlfriends, did you still work there?”

           Hoseok laughed and leaned back in his chair. “We never had girlfriends while we worked there. Why’re you curious about our lives?”

           "I don’t know… I’ve always been curious about you both.“ You mumbled.

           Hoseok frowned, "You know you’ll have to choose just one of us.”


           "Jimin might be up for it, but I’m not into poly-relationships.” he stated curtly. “So don’t get involved in our personal lives.”

           "Pfft.“ You scoffed, pink dusting your cheeks. "Like I like either one of you like that.”

           "Oh?“ Hoseok smirked. "I’m pretty sure you admitted to having the hotts for Jimin, and the way you giggle and smile around him is a whole new level.”

           You turned red and stared down at your paperwork. Hoseok snorted and went back to his work as well.

           You were so concentrated that you didn’t hear Hoseok leave his desk and walk over to you. Not until you felt him trailing kisses down your neck tenderly. All the tension that had been built up from being hunched over a desk all day melted away. Slowly, he pulled your blazer off and continued kissing you from shoulder to shoulder. You stood up and pushed him gently against Jimin’s bookcase. He gazed down at you and you planted a soft kiss on his lips. You stared at each other for a few seconds, before your lips connected again. He traced pictures onto your skin as you pressed into him.

           "Hoseok. J-Hope… whoever you are…“ You muttered into his mouth as you leaned down to kiss him again but you felt him freeze.

           "What’s wrong?” You looked up at him worriedly as he glanced at you.

           He shook his head, “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.”

           "What?“ You furrowed your brow.

           "I’m done with this proposition.” He stated as he covered your shoulders with your blazer considerately.

           "Did I do something wrong?“

           "No.” Hoseok chuckled. “You didn’t do anything.”

           "Then…why?“ You questioned.

           He smiled at you as he gathered his papers. "Get home safely, Y/N.”

           With that, he disappeared, leaving you in the middle of his office all alone. You were flabbergasted.

           What just happened?

           The next day, you approached Hoseok but he didn’t even glance your way. Jimin looked at you for an answer but you shrugged. He smiled and patted your head then marched into the office after his friend. You sat at your desk and waited for Hoseok to call you in, but it never came. You knocked and entered the office. Both of them had piles of papers on their desks when you peeked in.

           "Oh come in, Y/N!“ Jimin grinned.

           "Did you need anything from me? Is there any finished paperwork that I should scan?”

           "Here.“ Hoseok tapped a stack at the corner of the desk.

           You grabbed it quietly, not used to him being so compliant. Glancing over at Jimin, he smiled and shrugged. With a bow, you left the office.

           A little later, Jimin pulled you into and cornered you in the cleaning closet. When things were getting really heated, he pulled back, smirking.

           "Should we cancel it?” he whispered and you glanced up at him.


           "It’s no fun when someone drops out of it, right?”

           You looked down, contemplating.

           "And don’t feel too bad.“ Jimin chuckled. "We had our own little bet about Silver.”


           "This whole rivalry started because of a bet.” he shrugged. “So don’t feel bad that you couldn’t choose someone.”

           "This was some bet?“ You barked.

           Jimin stepped back with his hands up. "Don’t kill the messenger. Whoever you chose had gloating rights about being the best host is all. Nothing bad.”

           You exhaled, exasperated. “So this was just really a game for both of you. Even after the fact that you knew it was me.”

           Jimin studied you intently and you breathed, trying to compose yourself. After a few minutes of fighting back tears, you nodded.

           "Yes. Fine. Let’s call it off.“

           Jimin nodded and before he could say anything, you burst out of the closet. You planted yourself back in your desk and stared daggers at the silhouette of Hoseok pacing in his room. Jimin soon arrived back in the office, cracking jokes and giggling with your co-workers. You were flustered at how both of them could act like none of it happened, while you were seething and ticked off. Finally, you jumped out of your seat and stormed into Hoseok’s office.

           "So this was just a game for both of you?” You roared.

           "Pretty much.“ Hoseok nonchalantly answered, not bothering to look up at you as he scribbled notes.

           ” And you didn’t have the decency to tell me?“

           "Well you still got something valuable out of it so I don’t see a problem.”

           "So all those words and actions was just all for gloating rights?“ You breathed. "Even when you knew it was me?”

           Hoseok looked up at you coldly. “Y/N. I don’t know why you’re getting worked up. It wasn’t like either of us were going to be your boyfriend or anything.”

           "You just pretended to care and be a gentleman. But in reality, you’re a dick. You’re the actual worst.“ You spat out.

           "It’s my job Y/N. And here you are pretending that you’re all innocent –”

           "I never pretended Hoseok. I may have been ignorant, yes. But I was never not myself.“

           "I’ve never pretended either.”

           "Bullshit.“ You storm away. "Go back to fucking people.”

           Hoseok scoffed. “You know I will! So go back to your precious Red Mask!”

           "I will!“ You screamed. "No one even likes you! They just want to use you to make themselves feel loved!”

           With that, you slammed the door, surprising your co-workers. Jimin started walking over to you and you glared at him.

           "Don’t.“ You warned him and he backed off knowingly.

           You grabbed your things and hurried out of the office for the day.

           The next morning, Jimin was at your desk with a coffee in hand. You glanced up at him and a gentle smile was on his face.

           "I’m really sorry if we hurt you.” he apologized. “You left before I could explain things.”

           "Like what? How you both played with me?“

           "I wanted to cut it off so we can actually start fresh.” He admitted.

           "What?“ You mumbled.

           "I want to start again.” He handed you the coffee. “We were getting to know each other even before you found out I was Red. I thought we had some chemistry even before the fiasco.” He chuckled. “I think the whole physical thing got in the way of that.”

           You stared at him in awe and he grabbed your hand, placing the coffee cup into your hold.

           "And for the record, you agreed to do it.“ Jimin stated seriously. "We didn’t force you into anything.”

           "I know.“ You muttered.

           He pinched your cheek. "So yes? To starting over again?”

           You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

           "Perfect.“ He winked and headed into his office.

           You sipped on your coffee, a little less angry. Jimin did have a point. You had taken the risk when you agreed to it. None of them forced you into the bet. In fact, they gave you plenty of chances to end it. And no one told you to get attached or to assume something more than physicality would come out of it. You exhaled then perked up when Hoseok arrived at the office. But he passed by you wordlessly once again.

           You looked around and even your co-workers were surprised that he had no snide remark to greet you with.

           "Maybe it’s another off morning for him?” your cubicle neighbor whispered.

           You nodded worriedly. Had your words been too harsh yesterday? Hopefully he just needed time to cool off.

           But the days following were filled with the continued cold shoulder from Hoseok. Fortunately though, you and Jimin became particularly close in that span of time. Since you knew his secret, he felt unburdened whenever he was around you. He spoke freely and made dirty jokes when you two were alone. You had lunch together almost every day and all your co-workers were complaining at how adorable you two looked together. You quite enjoyed the attention.

           "Hey, hey ~ I’ve come to collect our rooftop lunch.“ Jimin appeared in front of your desk at noon on the dot.

           You grinned as your workers stared with envy. "I have to buy lunch first…”

           "I’ll accompany you, no worries. You can’t get out of having lunch with me.“ he laughed.

           "I wouldn’t dream of it.” You grabbed your wallet and walked out with him.

           But things just weren’t the same anymore. Every time you passed the conference room or every time you were copying files, flashes of what you did there came back into your mind. You stared at your resignation letter one day as you contemplated handing it to Hoseok and Jimin before you left for the weekend. But soon it was ripped out of your hand and you gasped as you found Jimin in possession of it. He sat at the front of the copy machine as he read it. But contrary to your imagined reaction, he grinned widely.

           "Does this mean you’ll just be a regular friend now?“

           You chuckled at his response as he approached you. “I guess it does.”

           "Then what do you say you let me have you one more time before you disappear?” He whispered into your ear seductively.

           You locked eyes with him, in deep thought.

           "Back again, huh?“ the Club Masquerade receptionist greeted you brightly.

           You laughed and bowed.

           "You know the way.” she smiled.

           Your feet took you to the room that Jimin had told you to go to with no hesitation.

           "Oh. Chims your girl is waiting for you.“ the receptionist called out as Jimin slid onto her table.

           "Awesome.” He grabbed a mint from her desk and popped it into his mouth.

           "And J-Hope yours is waiting for you too.“ 

           She glared at Jimin then smiled at Hoseok who adjusted his mask and nodded.


           "Both of you, don’t cause me any trouble today.“ The receptionist rolled her eyes.

           "When am I ever trouble?” J-Hope laughed. “It’s that man.”

           "Ladies like trouble.“ Chims smirked.

           "Go! Both of you! Your clients are waiting!” she shooed them away from her desk.

           The doorknob turned and you sat up expectantly, fixing your mask giddily. Hoseok entered the room swiftly, distracted as he was hurriedly buttoning up his cuffs.

           "Sorry I’m a little late. The traffic was a bit …“ He finally glanced up, recognizing you immediately.

           "Oh.” he stated flatly. “Must be the wrong room. I’ll go grab Chims…”

           But before he took another step, you hooked your leg around his to stop him. Hoseok glanced down as you circled him, your hands roaming across his chest.

           "What’re you doing?“

           "So both of us have been assholes to each other.” You mumbled as you stopped in front of him.

           He stared at you, trying to figure out what you were doing.

           "So I’m going to be straight with you.“

           He raised a brow to urge you to get to the point.

           "Which do you like… work Y/N or masquerade Y/N?” You fiddled with his tie.

           "Why does that matter?“ he curtly questioned.

           "Because… ” You smirked as your hands reached out and slowly removed his mask.

           “Yeah, so I think I’m going to choose Black Mask.” You giggled into the phone.

           "REALLY? I swore you would go for Red Mask!“ Your friend yelled.

           "I don’t know.” You exhaled. “Black Mask just makes me feel good…as a person too, yknow? Like he doesn’t just want to please me…he genuinely wants me to learn about myself. Plus I just feel so safe to initiate and try new things with him. Red Mask makes me feel so obedient and it’s thrilling, yes, but I feel like it’s more of warfare and competition with him. But Black Mask, he’s both gentle and considerate, with an edge.”

           "Okay girl.“ Your friend laughed. "You’ve totally got the hotts for Black Mask.”

           "I do not!“ You squealed.

           "You were totally just like ‘oh my gosh he makes me feel loved and like a natural womannn’.” Your friend mimicked.

           "Oh shut up!“

           "But what’s happening with that boss that you had a crush on?”

           “Oh I’m not sure…”

           "Y/N. This is Mr. Jung. Mr. Jung, this is your new secretary, Y/N.“

           "Pleased to meet you.” You smiled and he shook your hand happily.

           "Pleasure is mine, Y/N.“

           You stared through the blinds at his silhouette dreamily.

           "Y/N!” He called you over and you hurriedly fixed up your hair and clothes then scurried to his office.

           "Yes, Mr. Jung?“ You smiled.

           "I need a bit of help here.”

           "Oh let me show you.“ You grinned as you fixed something on his computer.

           "Oh wow. You’re great. Thanks!”


           But he didn’t show much interest in you past the subtle compliments, and you lost hope that he even saw you as more than his secretary after a few months. You left it as an unrequited crush and began trying to see other people.

           "Guys, this is my boyfriend.“ You introduced one day to your co-workers excitedly.

           Soon after, Hoseok began picking fights with you and your signature bickering ensued for years after.

           When you realized Black Mask was Hoseok out of all people, you thought you were going to go crazy. How could you tell your boss that seemed to LOATHE the very ground you walked on that you liked how he whispered sweetly to you and made you feel loved in all aspects? Whenever he held you as Hoseok, you prayed that he had truly fallen in love with you.

           But then later on, the fact that he wasn’t even interested in the bet anymore seemed to indicate that he lost any motivation and it hurt to think that he didn’t feel attracted to you enough to continue. It made you angry. You felt like he had toyed with your feelings, given you hope, only to laugh in your face and rip it away.

           You groaned and slumped your head down onto your desk. Yes, you had had a secret crush on your boss for years, but you stifled that long ago when he eradicated any hope of reciprocating your feelings by constantly taunting, teasing, and fighting with you.

           You never wanted to admit it, but you loved when he argued with you. It made you feel special considering he paid no attention to anyone else. You thought you were insane and your friends begged you to move on from this unhealthy crush, but you couldn’t. That was until Jimin came into your life. You hoped and prayed that he would change your heart. He was sweet, charming, and handsome. What was not to love? You had wished that he was Black Mask so your decision would be finalized because at least, he showed some sort of interest in you with his obvious flirting.

           But fate had other plans.

[A few hours earlier]

           "Then what do you say you let me have you one more time before you disappear?” Jimin whispered into your ear seductively.

           You locked eyes with him, in deep thought.

           Then he muttered, “Do you wanna know a secret?”

           You nodded, intrigued.

           "Then follow me to my office after a bit.“

           Jimin soon disappeared and you walked to the office, taking note that everyone had already left for the day.

           "Okay Hoseok. Why’re you completely ignoring her?” Jimin exhaled as he entered the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so you could listen in.

           "How could YOU go back to acting normally after all the things we did with her?“ Hoseok argued.

           "Dude, it was just a bet, she knows that. And she’s moved past it.”

           "But it wasn’t for me! As soon as I found out it was her, she wasn’t just another customer that I could fool around with!“ Hoseok yelled and your eyes widened in surprise.

           "You actually really like her.” Jimin mumbled.

           "Yes! I have for a while now, but I just can’t do anything right when I’m around her. So I just act like an asshole so she won’t figure out how I feel and partially because then she actually takes notice of me. She’s just also really adorable when she’s angry and arguing.“

           He laughed as he combed his hands through his hair.

           "She’s the one person I’ve felt most comfortable with all these years, but now I can’t even face her.”


           "Because now I love her even more.” He breathed then glanced at Jimin. “And she likes you. And you…you’re a catch! You treated her properly as her boss, and maybe she likes aggressive types better after dark. Maybe I stood a chance with the mask on, but now that she knows it’s me, I know for sure she doesn’t feel like that about me. She doesn’t even know what to call me – she called me J-Hope or Hoseok or whatever a few days ago. And that just set me off. I couldn’t keep deluding myself into thinking that she would like me as me. She may have liked Black Mask J-Hope, but she would never go for 'Haughty Hoseok’.”

           Jimin shook his head, trying not to laugh. “Hoseok, no one calls you that. You’re the only one calling yourself that.”

           "Not with how I’ve treated her, Jimin.“ Hoseok continued without hearing his friend’s remark. "I don’t know…I really liked her as Black Mask and even more as Hoseok…but it’s probably hard to believe that I, as her asshole of a boss, have been head over heels in love with her all these years.”

           You gasped.


           "Y/N. What happened to your boyfriend?“ One of your co-workers asked.

           "Oh. I broke up with him. He was 'too nice’, y'know?” You stated offhandedly, but little did you know that Hoseok was listening in intently. He was excited you were single again, and took a mental note that you didn’t want a guy that was too nice. So he ended up expressing himself roughly after that day, and somehow, he ended up getting so used to it that he couldn’t be honest with you and open about his feelings for you anymore.

           "Please stop wearing those see through shirts. No one wants to see you in those!“ Hoseok yelled and stormed into his office.

           He mumbled to himself. "I’m going to go crazy if you show too much skin around here.”


           You stumbled forward and he caught you hurriedly.

           "Are you serious? I’m not going to pay for your injuries! Pay attention!“ he scolded then walked away.

           He covered his face with his hands, his heart racing. "Dammit. She needs to be careful. I almost had a heart attack. I thought she was going to get hurt!”


           Your heart fluttered and you bit your lip to suppress the squeal that was surfacing. All this time, you both had been worried that neither of you felt the same way. You had been dancing around each other for so long.

           After a few minutes, Jimin emerged, grinning expectantly.

           "Jimin…“ You smiled, gratefully.

           "Well you won’t be needing this, right?” He ripped up your resignation letter. Then he winked at you, “But I can still pencil you in for later?”

           You laughed, and he ruffled your hair.

           "He’s a handful, especially when trying to get him to open up, but he is honestly the best guy, trust me.“

           "I know.” You blushed. “I’ve been with him for years.”

           Jimin patted your hip encouragingly.

           "Then you better go get him, Tiger. Same place, same time. You know how it goes.“  

            You laughed heartily with him.


           "Which do you like… work Y/N or masquerade Y/N?” You fiddled with his tie.

           "Why does that matter?“ he curtly questioned.

           "Because… ” You smirked as your hands reached out and slowly removed his mask. “I like you both as J-Hope and Hoseok.”

           You stared at each other in silence. When he didn’t move away or refuse you, you gained confidence and closed the distance between your bodies.

           "So…“ You whispered as you hovered your lips over his. "What’re you going to do about it?”

           Gently, he lifted the mask off your face and chucked it to the side. You grinned as you saw tenderness in the way he looked at you.  

           "You sly woman.“ He pulled you flush against him by enveloping your waist. With his breath tickling your face, he commented. "For the record, just because I’m a gentleman doesn’t mean I can’t be rough with you.”

           "Thank goodness.“ You smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I kinda like it a little rough.”

           "I know.“ He chuckled as he finally captured your lips with his. You deepened the kiss as you tightened your hold on him happily. After a few minutes, he pressed his forehead onto yours, sighing contently.

           "What am I going to do with you?”

           Your fingers slowly began unbuttoning his shirt and you fluttered your eyes up at him seductively.

           "Hmm…I can think of a few things you can do with me.“ You bit your lip temptingly.

           Hoseok laughed and pushed you down into the couch gently as he climbed on top of you. You were seeing his complete face staring back at you in the very room where you two had first been intimate. Your lips curled up at the memory of how nervous you were just a month ago and how he had calmed you down so easily.

           "Well after we do what YOU want, how about we grab dinner?” He hovered his lips over yours as he spoke.

           "So dessert first?“ You chuckled.

           He smirked, "Yes. Dessert before…”

           He kissed you passionately and without warning, taking your breath away.

           "And after.“ He whispered.

           You pulled him down and crashed your lips onto his hungrily.


           "Looks like I’ll be taking over the best host spot ~“ Jimin giggled as the receptionist looked at him inquisitively.

           "J-Hope just graduated Club Masquerade.” he sang as a matter-of-factly.

           "What? With who? Silver??“ the receptionist gasped.

           Jimin grabbed a mint from her table and sat on the edge.

           "Oh mannn.” she groaned. “He was our best gentleman persona!!”

           "I could be both.“ Jimin smirked confidently.

           "You can’t be both our best aggressor and best gentleman.” the receptionist rolled her eyes. “Or are you tryng to tire your dick out?”

           Jimin cracked up.

           "What about you?“ she questioned.

           "What about me?” he tilted his head, puzzled.

           "Aren’t you thinking of taking off the mask anytime soon too?“

           Jimin’s lips curled up mischievously as he spotted an attractive female walk past him; she had given him a flirtatious smile. He winked right back at her and continued to eye her figure as she walked away.

           "Never.” he hummed.

           The bell rang, signaling that someone had entered and immediately the two spun around, but Jimin was quicker to slide towards the wide-eyed young woman, clearly a newcomer. He flashed his most dashing grin as he recited,

           "Welcome to Club Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true.“

           His expression darkened lustfully, and the new customer shivered visibly with excitement.

           "How can I please you today?”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

The Saga Continues… Masquerade II 

title: traditions

author: thepsychicclam

wc: 12k

summary:  The one where Stiles and Derek have stupid fights, the kids pick out Christmas ornaments and make smores, the sheriff thinks he’s the best at wrapping presents, and Gil’s best friend is a Christmas tree.

a/n: part of my domestic sterek series.

on ao3