There was an underlying excitement that was flooding underneath your skin as you walked into the building. It wasn’t your first time being here but you always felt the exact same each time. There was something about walking into the BigHit building that made you hold yourself differently. It was because of Jungkook that you came so often. He had invited you to come down to the studio and spend the day with him while he practiced.
Jungkook and you went to the same school, but you were in a class younger than him, so it was hard to try and spend time together. He was barely at school because of interviews and other things for the company he worked with. That was why on your weekends you would come down to the studio and watch him practice or hang out with him for a few hours.
It was normal for you now, as you two had been dating for almost a year. The staff almost knew you by name and welcomed you in as if you were just like the other workers there. As he had come back from promotions you were finally able to see him, but he was stuck with the other guys practicing today so he had asked you to join them.
The rest of the boys knew who you were and they loved you. They saw how happy you made Jungkook and they would have never asked for him to find anyone else. In their eyes you two were perfect for each other. Hoseok had always made comments about how he was jealous of your relationship with Jungkook and he wished he would find someone as lovely as you.
Jihyo waved hello to you as you stepped foot into the building and you waved back, returning a smile. Jihyo was the one who you knew the best, as she showed you around the first time you were there. She worked at the front desk, so you always saw her during your visits. The first time you had ever been to the building, Jungkook had told Jihyo to direct you to the practice room. You approached the front desk like normal and smiled.
“Are you here to see your oppa?” She asked, drawing out the last word and laughing slightly. You blushed and sputtered, trying to ignore the look she was giving you.
summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon
Monday. A fresh start to the week, bringing a close to deadlines as new deals began. The office as always was bustling with life, colleagues sharing mundane details of their past weekend and plans for the next. However, an interesting topic or rather rumour was making it’s way around the office at a frightening speed. You’re preparing your first cup of coffee that morning when you hear it, feminine sniggers to the right of you.
It’s never been easy with us, and last night was no exception.
You found me on the floor with the light off, sobbing softly into my knees. You sat down, squeezing into the tiny room with me, holding me and apologizing and begging me not to cry.
I made us tea and refused to look at you. But the moment you said you’d try, my head snapped up. The moment I registered you crying, I was covering you, leaving kisses on your neck, holding you as close as possible.
I told you that I would do our laundry if you would wash the dishes. You said you needed your desk to be outside of our bedroom, and that I needed a desk, too, for all of my writing. And then you told me it was time to sleep, because it was four in the morning, and you loved me so much. Our eyes were red and we were sniffling in unison, but I don’t think my heart has ever felt so big.
So maybe life has never been easy with you. It probably never will be.
But for every low, there are twenty highs, and I will never stop chasing them. And each time you chase the highs with me, another forever I was scared of muttering comes true. I thank my lucky stars each night that you waltzed into my life.
So maybe life will never be easy with you. But you’ve never wanted easy, anyway, and I think you’re the best thing about me.
cut scene: “this is for you, it’s always for you, it’ll always be for you”
↠ ceo!namseok x reader;
using their ties as a leash; lots of dirty talk and hickies and all that ↠ warning: smut (daddy kink, sir kink, kitten kink, blindfolds, leashes, threesome, slight breath play?, it’s all just nasty read with caution)
“How about we try this, kitten. I’ll fuck you until you can’t even remember anyone else who’s been with you before, and you can give your daddy a blowjob better than anyone else has, hm?”
Joshua Lapp was a sophomore at Columbine High School and on the day of the massacre, he hid under a table in the library. He was located only about five feet from the table Daniel Mauser cowered under and Josh shielded his friend Brittany in case the gunmen walked by. He recalls: “I was looking over my shoulder the whole time. I wasn’t going to let them shoot me without looking me in the eyes. I used to watch, like, Lethal Weapon - all those action movies. I remember that they say it’s hard to kill somebody if they’re looking you in the eyes. I don’t know if it’s true, but, as far as I was concerned, it was real at the time. So I was making sure that if they were going to come over and shoot us, I was going to look them in the eyes.“
After Eric Harris fatally shot Daniel Mauser in the face, Joshua could see them looming closer to where he resided. He said, “Then, they walked on the outside of Daniel’s desk, so they were about two desk lengths away. They both looked at me. I made eye contact with them both. They were straight-faced, like I would look at somebody walking down the street. They didn’t act like they had hurt anybody a second ago. They acted like it was normal. And for some reason, they kept walking.”
Inquisition romances reacting to hearing Cole talk about talk about how the inquisitor feels about them?
Cassandra: “Strong and brave but romantic on the inside, hiding it like crystal in rock. So beautiful it hurts, and sometimes she looks at me like she does and I feel like nothing can touch me.”
By the time Cole is done with his speech Cassandra is bright red, and everyone in the party gets a stern warning to forget they heard anything. But later, when they get a moment alone, she leans against him and marvels that somehow she was the one with the happily ever after.
Solas: “Wise and clever and funny when no one is looking. Soft whispers, gentle hands, exploring the Fade. His hands move when he talks, lights up from the inside when he is excited to share something.”
It’s hard to make the Dread Wolf blush, but there is no denying the red that tries to climb up his neck. A sloppy kiss on the cheek from his Vhenan makes it worse, but even after he mockingly pushes her away the glow settles into his heart.
Sera: “Laughter and pranks, hard beams of the roof beneath us, funny words in funny places and when she smiles it lights up the whole tavern. She–”
The threat of arrows in unhappy places mean that the thought never gets completed, but Sera is sure to reward her honeytongue later for being so sweet.
Blackwall: Quiet and brave and sad, sometimes, but when he smiles he looks like a different person. Laughing and joking, sawdust in my hair and straw in his, a world away from the world. Happy, happy just with him.”
If the Inquisitor seems embarassed Blackwall will tell Cole to shush, but if not he makes no comment and simply presses the words into his heart– even as he knows he doesn’t deserve them.
Dorian: “Handsome and clever, and so brave even though he doesn’t know it. Sometimes his mustache tickles when we kiss, and he talks to himself when he’s asleep. Kissing against the library shelves when no one is looking, hands in his hair because it makes him fuss.”
Dorian is still learning exactly how comfortable southerners are with his…whatever it is with the inquisitor, but when Cole’s soliloquy nets only gentle teasing he takes heart, and without a doubt will never forget the words that spell out how his Amatus truly feels. If he’s feeling very bold he’ll steal forward later and reward those words with a fast kiss.
Iron Bull: “Sometimes after we–”
After months of close quarters the Iron Bull has gotten pretty good at telling when Cole is going to start spouting off things that are best kept between two people. And besides, he has a dragon tooth around his neck and a the slow intermingling of their belongings in his room to remind just how he and his Kadan feel about each other.
The notched bed post is also a pretty good indicator.
Josephine: “So clever and witty, never flustered by the nobles but her eyes cross if I kiss the tip of her nose. She works too hard and takes on too much, but it makes me feel safe. Dancing and laughing, smiles and kisses and so much happiness, hope Leliana sees the happy. Her hair curls in the morning and when she wakes up she smiles at me like I made the sun rise.”
By the time Cole is done the Inquisition’s chief diplomat is bright red, but tears of happiness swim in her eyes as she lets her lover hip her into the kind of kiss only princesses in fairy tales seem to get.
Cullen: “So strong, so brave, taking on too much. His scar tickles my lips when we kiss, and he always closes his eyes when we do. Blushes and flirting, and when he holds my hand it feels right. He works too hard and worries too much, but when we were together the desk was more than a desk. Whole in the roof and stars in the sky, but he is the one who guides me when I’m lost.”
If the Inquisitor was not away on a mission it is very likely that Cullen would have simply imploded from embarrassment. As it is he flushes beet red, but a part of his heart is brimming with happiness, and maybe it is finally time to plan that trip to the lake…
A/N: This is my AU day imagine for the @hamwriters Write-A-Thon! I’m excited to get this out because I had this finished for like 2 weeks or so now haha. Special thanks to @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for proofreading and pushing me to do this! I love you both immensely <3 Enjoy!
P.S. Y/F/I means your first initial!
This all started a week ago. You were doing your typical 11-3AM shift at the campus library. Many people would shy away from the graveyard shift but it was your favorite because it was quiet and no one was typically at the 24/7 library past 2 am so you would binge TV shows or read one of the many books that surrounded you. Plus, your classes were in the afternoon so it was most convenient for you. However this week, there was one lone student that would stay at the same table, nose in his book as he mumbled words until he fell asleep at the desk every night without fail. It was only the 3rd week of school and already some poor soul was in the library until ungodly hours. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the mysterious man with the bun, every time you went to clock out he was face down on the desk, using his arms as a makeshift pillow. By the eighth consecutive night of the stranger’s appearance, you couldn’t keep watching as he wasted his life away. So, that night when you clocked out you brought a water bottle, the PB&J sandwich you never opened, and a blanket you kept in the break room with you on your way out. You delicately placed the blanket over his sleeping form and set the sandwich and water bottle in front of him, along with a short message on a Post-it note.
“Take a break! -Y/F/I”
You took a closer glance at him, mystery man was actually really cute when he was asleep. Before he could catch you staring, you left the library; giving a quick wave to Claudia as she clocked in to take over the information desk. You were leaving Pre-Calculus the next morning when you got a text from Claudia.
So @blueeyedsoulme and I were having a chat about working in an office and just jobs in general and then it turned into imagining someone like Ed Sheeran or Harry working in an office. It ended up in a full on swapping of ideas for what Harry would be like in an office job. We both began to fangirl so much over picturing our ideas that I decided to write it. Enjoy!
Harry Styles was the talk of the office. He always had been. He was funny, smart, attractive and a complete flirt. He was that guy that had every girl in the office wanting him and every guy wanting to be him. He would have several of the girls huddled together a distance away from him, whispering about the unique and slightly ostentatious pattered pants, silk shirts and multiple gaudy rings on his fingers. He loved every bit of the attention as he was a self proclaimed narcissist.
He would ask female co-workers to join him for lunch, shoot the group of giggling women a smirk causing them to break into a round of whispered giggles. He lived for it all.
There of course was one person in the office seemingly unaffected by his charm and good looks. There was no denying that he was attractive but for whatever reason you didn’t seem to care. And that drew him to you even more. At first he thought he was drawn to you because of your lack of care towards him but he quickly realized it was something more.
He was attracted to you, your smile, your drive, your dedication to your job and that office. You were beautiful and he wanted to be close to you as much as possible.
He was acting like a teenage boy in love. He would take the long way back to his desk just so he could pass yours and take in how you looked that day, the way you wore clothes that flattered your figure and brought out the gorgeousness of your eyes and how focused you were on your task at hand, making sure it was done to perfection.
He would make sure to take the seat beside you as often as possible in staff meetings. He was caught up in you and wasn’t sure how to go about letting you know that, if he even should. The lunch dates with other co-workers was just a past time. He never did anything more but flirt, no matter how much they all but begged him for more.
“Hey, Y/N,” He stepped up to your desk early one Monday morning. He leaned his hip against the side of your desk, looking down at you, attempting to draw your attention to him but your eyes stay focused on the monitor before you.
“Hey,” You would answer back, still not looking up at him.
“Anything fun happen over the weekend?” He questioned, hoping to strike up a full conversation with you but all you did to show you were listening was glace up at him before turning to a stack of folders beside you, studying the information printed on it.
“Not really,” You eventually answered before you finally turned towards him, swiveling a bit in your chair. You look up into his green eyes but again, he notes how unaffected you seemed to be. “Finished a book from my seemingly never ending stack.” You answered, giving a shrug. You then turned back to your monitor and Harry knew the conversation was over as you didn’t make an attempt to ask how his weekend was. Not that he did anything much, but he would have still talked about it anyway.
“Okay, well…” He stood up straight and decided to call it finished and head back to his desk. “Have a good day.” He turns then, grimacing a bit at what you surely thought was an awkward conversation and took a few steps towards his desk that was across the large open space.
“Oh hey, Harry!” His heart skips a beat when you call after him. He turns back immediately, noting the group of girls standing a few desks over, eyeing the interaction but offers them no sign that he cared.
“Yes?” He questions, giving you a small smile.
“I accidentely grabbed these from the printer when I got my things earlier, they are yours, right?” You hold out a small stack of papers that Harry had in-fact printed out earlier when he saw you heading for the printer. He had planned on meeting you over there to to strike up a conversation but got held up by the boss coming over to ask what was going on with a certain client.
“Oh yeah, righ’, thanks.” He grabs for them and you turn back to the computer after offering him a smile. He sighs and heads back to his desk, feeling a big dejected.
It was a few days later, after a few more short encounters, that he finally decided to make an actual move and make sure you were aware of how he felt. He went to Starbucks that was next door, ordering the drink you got every morning - yeah, he had memorized your order. Was that creepy? Possibly, but he hoped you would see it as a kind gesture anyway.
He saw you there when he walked in, drink in hand, seated at your desk already. You were pouring over a file, a small crease formed between your brows as you also bit at your lower lip. He came to a halt a few steps away from your desk, his heart beating rapidly against his ribs as he thought about what he intended to say. He finally took a few deep breaths, building up the courage to do this.
He simply places the drink beside your keyboard and waits for you to notice. When you do, you turn towards him, a frown on your face as you glance down at it.
“What is this?” You question. Harry, or anyone in the office for that matter, had never gotten you coffee.
“You’re favorite.” He comments with a small shrug of his broad shoulders, offering you up a smile.
“Oh,” You noted how he had in fact gotten you the correct order. You were slightly flattered as you reach for it but also more so confused. “Thank you.” You take a sip of it then. “Why, though?” You ask him, eyeing him over the rim of the cup as you take another drink.
“I wan’ to talk to you about somethin’.” He reveals, moving a stack of papers from your desk to take a seat. You eye him cautiously, not sure what he was getting at.
“And what is that?” You look up into his green eyes, feeling yourself needing to suddenly take a deep breath of air as you got short of breath. You wondered what he had to say and why you could basically feel the nerves radiating off of him. Harry was always so confident with the other girls in the office, you saw how he was with them, had seen him flirting with them and having lunch with them, making them laugh and giggle. He had even asked you to lunch multiple times but you had said it was going to be a working lunch that day and simply couldn’t. You didn’t want to just be another one of those girls he flirted with, that just wasn’t you.
“Come to lunch with me today.” You sigh but he continues on. “I know, I know, I’ve asked before and you don’ wan’ to, but I’m no’ askin’ you like how I do anyone else in the office. ‘m askin you because I wan’ to spend time with you, I wan’ to ge’ to know you. I like you, Y/N, I mean truly like you.”
“Harry,” You shake your head, giving yet another sigh. “Even if you like me more than how you like the other girls, I don’t want to get involved with the office flirt.” Harry knew he deserved that reputation. There was no reason to deny such a thing, that’s what he was.
“I told you, it’s no’ like tha’ with you.” He tries assuring you but he could still see the hesitancy. “Okay, jus’ one lunch with me. Give me the chance, at least to ge’ you to see it.” You sigh then, staring up at his face, seeing that he was seemingly being completely sincere.
“You’ll stop flirting with everyone if I agree to go to lunch?” You question. Maybe not seeing him constantly flirting with every girl he passes would help you see he did have feelings for you. Maybe. You did like him, you were attracted to him, and he was sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to maybe do this with him.
“O’ course. It will jus’ be you.” You give him a smile then, seeing his face light up with hope at the sight of it. “You’ll go with me?”
“I mean,” You shrug. “You seem pretty sincere so I’ll give you a chance. I’m not promising anything serious but we’ll see how it goes.” He grins then, that adorable boyish grin that actually made a flutter happen in your chest.
“So how abou’ dinner tonigh’ instead?” He questions, it turning to a slight smirk but you laugh and shake your head as you stand from your chair.
“We’ll start with lunch, don’t push it.” You tell him but offer him a smile. “And then we’ll see about dinner.”
“I’ll take wha’ I can ge’.” You give him a small smile, shaking your head. What had you just gotten yourself into? Whatever it was, you were excited for it. You smack him playfully on the chest before you turn and walk away, turning back to shoot him one last grin, seeing him still smiling widely.
Many girls had gotten lunch with Harry, but this was more than that, you felt. This was somewhat of an actual date, Harry had feelings for you. And the idea made butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Prompt: Best friends don’t keep secrets, but Peter’s secret sure is a big one.
AN: A new series! I have the whole thing planned out and I’m so excited to share it with you all! Feedback would be much appreciated for this story, I really want to know what you guys think! Part 2 coming soon!
At this moment, you aren’t sure what was prettier - the sun setting over the skyline of the city, or the brown-eyed boy sitting next to you. As you watch the perfect blend of purple and orange and yellow melt together behind the city, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to Peter.
On my way from work I ran into a busker, which isn’t an uncommon sight in my town. The town is a magnet for these types of artistic vagrants for reasons that are a mystery for me, but this guy was notably talented. He was a very large, very round man who played the accordion like an absolute pro, and though the accordion is far from a favorite instrument of mine - it doesn’t even rank in the top 50 - I had to pay him for his efforts. He had no hat, box, bucket or other object in which to drop my money, so I attempted to pay him directly and he held out his hand to stop me. He opened a slit on the side of his accordion revealing USB slots and told me to connect my phone to his accordion.
When I did, my phone automatically downloaded an app that was like Uber for buskers. It had listed the entire history of this particular busker, from even before it was possible for the app to exist, with recordings off all his performances and the ability to rate him on a scale of 1 to 5. Since I was impressed by his performance, and perhaps just a bit in awe of being introduced to this new app, I rated him 5 stars and he seemed quite pleased. I thanked and complimented him before continuing on my way, and that’s when I noticed that every busker on the street had been making use of this app. It seemed that many people weren’t even paying attention these buskers, but a group of dark suited men would patronize each, plugging their phones into multiple USB ports on the instruments and rating each busker before moving in a group in order to rate the next busker.
That night I had horrible nightmares. They were abstract and seemed to morph at random. The images in them were vivid and visceral, yet I couldn’t describe them to you now as their coherence hinged on dream logic. However, one dream managed to form itself into something of a intelligible moment. I was in the class of my home room teacher from elementary school. I was there to make up for tests that I had failed as a child. My teacher was there, sitting behind her desk, though she was obscured by shadows and all I could make out were her eyes behind her glasses. They were moist and shined faintly in obscure light. When she blinked, they became like fleshy holes and I could see to the back of her brain, where things, like spiders or living threads, were wiggling and moving around at extreme speeds. Each time she blinked, she would grow larger and my desk smaller. I was anxious because I knew my growing teacher’s eyes would eventually envelope the room before I could finish my tests, which were simple, but made difficult to complete because of the increasingly tiny size of my desk.
It eventually came to be that I was inside of my teacher’s mind and everything was pink and red. Those spider-like threads would run up my arms and my desk and pencil were lost, though I still gripped my tests in hand. I woke up itchy and in a cold sweat. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I turned on my laptop and found that the internet was out, at least temporarily, so there was nothing I could do to hold me over until morning. I just lied in bed waiting for daylight. After some hours of staring at my ceiling from my bed, I became hungry and decided to head down to the kitchen in order to make a snack.
There was nothing but bread and butter, and all the butter knives were dirty, so I just ate plain white bread. Sitting at my kitchen table and staring out in the dark of the night through the window, I could see that the group of dark suited men were still rating buskers, the same buskers from earlier, who performed the same routines without fail.
“Who?” You asked as you looked up and saw nothing but a giant crowd of people walking to and from their class.
“Right there! In the denim jacket by our homeroom. Tae! You know, the guy who I told you about a few months ago.. Oh, come on! I swear, you guys never listen to me! There he is!”
“A few months ago? Who would remember that? We can’t even remember what we just learned in math class 5 minutes ago”
“Speak for yourself! I’m ready for the test on friday” You replied laughing.
“You know what she means Y/N! Oh crap, he’s walking towards us! Pretend that I didn’t say anything!”
Tae continued to walk on by without even giving you girls a glance. Once he passed by, your friend continued.
“Oh god. That was a close one. Anyways, I heard he beat up some kid last Friday night after the football game”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you walked with your friends.
“What? Who did he beat up? I doubt he’d be here if he really did that” You replied.
“Yeah, right. He always gets away with stuff”
“Must be nice.”
“Oh yeah, maybe you should ask him to share some tips with you. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind”
“I’m not going to go up to him! He’d probably ignore me anyways.”
You continued to laugh as you listened to your friends arguing with each other.
“Alright guys, i have to get to class before the bell rings. I’ll talk to you guys later, okay?”
“Aww Y/N! It wouldn’t kill you to be a few minutes late”
“I bet she just wants to see Jin”
“Trust me, it will kill me! Believe it or not but Mrs. Turner won’t accept late papers anymore. She say’s it’s her way of preparing us for college since we’re all going to be graduating and facing the real world soon. And you guys! I keep telling you that I don’t like him!”
Your friends winked at you.
“Alright little miss perfect! We’ll see you later then. Have fun with Jin!”
You shooed them away as fast as you could and walked in. Once you got in class, you sat down to grab your paper out of your bag. Before you turned it in though, you took a glance at your phone.
You saw that you had 3 unread text messages and so you swiped your phone open.
* Y/N *
* Meet me in the boys locker room in 10 minutes *
* Don’t worry, everyone is in the auditorium for a meeting with the principal. They won’t be back for a while. ;) *
Class had not even started yet and already you were being asked to leave. You put your phone down and turned to see if Jin was in class. His seat was empty.
You picked up your phone again.
*And if I say no? * You replied.
* Then I’ll have to punish you later *
You scoffed as you read the reply but you began to plot your way out of class. You grabbed your paper and all of your belongings and went to your teacher’s desk.
“Hello Mrs. Turner”
“Oh Y/N! As expected from you, you’re right on time! Please put your paper in this pile along with the others”
You did as you were told but continued to stand by her desk.
“What is it Y/N?”
“I’m not feeling to great. May I be excused from class today? To be honest, with all of these finals and projects coming up, I’m feeling a little unwell. Would it be okay if I stopped by the nurse’s office?”
A look of concern grew on your teacher’s face.
“Oh yes, Y/N! I understand! Let me write you a hall pass! Come back when you feel better, okay? And don’t worry, I won’t mark my best student absent”
You took the pass after she finished signing it.
“Thank you Mrs. Turner”
You let out a sigh of relief once you were out the door.
“Wow. That was waaay easier than I thought” You whispered to yourself. You took your phone out of your pocket.
*On my way now*
The west gym wasn’t too far away. With your pass hanging out, none of the school security guards bothered to stop you. Once the coast was clear, you almost ran your way to the boy’s locker room.
You stood outside the entrance and looked at the locked door. You took your phone out again.
*I’m here, but how do I get in?*
Before you knew it, the door popped open.
“Y/N! Hurry up and get in before someone sees”
You made your way in.
“Thank god I finally made it here…” You said as you began to drop your heavy bag on the floor.
Once you heard the thud from your bag, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap from behind you and around your waist.
“Tae, why did it have to be the boy’s locker room?” You asked.
Tae laughed as he hugged you tighter from behind.
“Is this not romantic enough for you?”
You turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck
“I’m swooning at the thought of all the stinky clothes and socks that get thrown around here.”
“Fine, let’s head to the coach’s office then.”
Concern grew on your face.
“What?! Tae, that sounds like a horrible idea! What if he walks in?”
“Trust me, no one is going to walk in. They’re all at that stupid assembly, remember? Come on Y/N, we won’t get caught. I promise.”
Tae held your hand and lead the way to the office.
“If we’re lucky, the door will be unlocked”
He turned it and to your surprise, the door swung open.
“Oh wow, it’s actually really nice in here” You said as you looked around.
Tae let go of your hand and took a seat on the chair behind the desk. You couldn’t help but see a mischievous smile grow on his face.
“Now Y/N, I heard that you’ve been a pretty bad student… What is this I hear about you lying to your teacher and skipping class?”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“You’re the worst, you know that?”
“I can’t hear you Y/N, why don’t you come a little bit closer?”
He was egging you on and you knew it. By now you were all too familiar with his games but you loved to play.
You slowly made your way over to him on the other side of the desk.
“Do you know what they’re saying about you?” You asked.
He gave you a sly smile.
“People sure do like to talk, don’t they? What are they saying now?”
You motioned for him to back the chair away to make room for you. Once the chair was pushed away, you continued.
“That you beat up some student last Friday night.” You said as you sat on the desk in front of him.
Tae smirked and got out of the seat and walked towards you.
“Now you know that’s not true.”
He leaned in closer to you.
“I was with you all Friday night, remember?”
The image of him slowly thrusting into to you as you moaned his name late that night began to cloud your mind.
He noticed you shiver as he ran his hands along your rib cage. He could tell that you wanted him to touch you more.
“Thinking about us again? He asked biting his bottom lip..
Tae placed his thumb on your lips and traced it slowly.
“How did I get so lucky? You’re so naughty Y/N.”
He leaned in to give you a kiss but you felt hungry for so much more. From your lips, he slowly made his way down to your neck. As always, he was never one to disappoint..
“Get up and turn around”
You did as you were told and got up quickly to turn around. You were more than ready to feel him inside of you again and so you began to rush getting your pants off. First you kicked off your shoes but then you were stopped..
“Woah Y/N, slow down.”
He took a seat in the chair again and waited.
Were you reading him wrong? Now he wanted to be teased? Well, if that was how he was going to play…
You undid your button and zipper and began to slowly shimmy your way out of your skinny jeans. Inch by inch, you began to reveal your lacy black underwear to him.
Tae watched in amazement. Who knew you were wearing that underneath? He couldn’t help but imagine what your bra looked like too.
“Take it all off or they’ll be in the way.” He said.
“Not yet” You teased.
You kicked your jeans off and bent over the desk a little bit so he could have a small view of what was in store for him..
Tae grinned and raised his hands to run along your hips and then around your lightly clothed butt.
You got up from the desk to turn around and moved his hands away..
“Like I said, not yet.” You replied facing him.
Tae continued to watch as you pulled your shirt up to reveal to him the matching black lace bra you had on. At this point, Tae couldn’t ignore the growing problem in his pants anymore and you knew.
“Open your legs”
You smiled and replied.
He raised an eyebrow as if to challenge you.
“No? Are you sure that’s your answer?”
You moved your arms over to undo your bra hook and nodded. As soon as your bra fell to the ground, you moved on to removing your underwear. Once they were off, you stood in front of him completely naked. For a split moment, you felt like it was your first time again. Your cheeks began to flush a pretty pink but looking at him, you knew it was over for him because not once did he ever take his eyes off of you.
“You’re so beautiful Y/N”
In that moment, he could only see you and you wanted to be who it was that he saw.
As he continued to watch, you ran a hand over your exposed breasts and pinched your nipples. You let out a small moan and then your other hand traveled down to your burning core and you began to rub slow circles while you called out his name.
Tae bit his bottom lip again and you couldn’t keep up your light teasing anymore.
“Come play with me” You begged as you turned to lean over the desk again..this time slowly opening your legs to reveal your wet core to him..
He came up behind you and brought his fingers to you. As he pushed his fingers through your curls, you began to lightly moan from his touch. Once he found your clit, you hissed in a breath as he touched your sensitive button.
“That’s it, isn’t it?”
You began to moan and squirm as he increased his pressure on you.
“Do you want to come for me?
“Yess” You replied
He trailed his fingers slowly down your wet opening.
“What did you say?”
“Yes Tae, yes” You replied breathlessly as you were still bent over the desk and vulnerable to his touch.
You were becoming a mess and Tae wanted nothing more than to push his hard cock into you but he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction yet after you teased him..
He moved his hand away and you whimpered from the lost contact.
You began to whine and turned your head to look at him .
“Why did you stop?”
“I have to punish you”
Before you knew it, you felt his hand spank your ass without any warning.
You let out a small whimper and then called out his name.
“You think I’m going to let you get away with teasing me?” He asked as he slowly rubbed where he just just spanked you.
You anticipated for him to do it again but to your surprise he didn’t. Instead, he pushed one finger and then two inside you.. You lightly moaned and then began moving your hips against him. Right when you were getting close, he pulled his fingers out again.
“Do you like getting spanked?” He asked as he rubbed the pink marks on your skin.
He pushed his fingers back in again and did the same thing. Once he felt you coming close, he pulled his fingers out and then spanked your ass again.
You couldn’t help it anymore.
“Please Tae, please let me come” You begged him.
Finally taking your plea, he inserted his fingers into you again. You began to move wildly as he continued thrusting his fingers deeper into you. With his free hand, he moved it back to your clit. He began to rub slow circles around and when he could sense that you were close, he picked up the pace again.
“Come for me Y/N”
You felt yourself bursting into a million pieces at his command. Soon he was trying to soothe your moans by kissing you all over your back.. But now it was your turn again to get back at him.
As you gathered yourself together, you got up from the desk and turned around to help remove his clothes.
“You’re so mean Tae” You whined as began to pull his pants down. He just grinned and pulled his shirt off.
Once he was completely naked, you pushed him to sit back on the chair and climbed on top of him. Just the slightest touch of his cock rubbing up against you was driving you mad but you wanted to see him lose his control and whimper just like you.
“Do you trust me?” You asked him as you peppered his lips with small kisses.
He seemed suspicious but nodded.
You spread your legs and begin to run his cock with one hand in between your folds. You moved back and forth, back and forth but never let him penetrate you and only letting him rub against your lips..
For a while, your sweet torment continues and then he finally gets it.
His breathing is getting heavy and calls your name
It’s close to where you want him to be but it wasn’t quite the state you wanted him to be in yet. You kiss him to silence him and then you slide down just a little bit so only his tip is inside you. When you feel him try to inch in some more, you remove yourself up and begin to rub his throbbing cock with your wet lips again. Moving back and forth, back and forth.
“Do you want to be inside me?” You ask as you lower yourself onto his tip again.
Tae lets out a small moan and you smile at your tiny accomplishment. Inch by inch, you finally let him thrust fully into you. His rhythm is slow as first but then picks up. He gently grabs your face and kisses you as he pulls out and then thrusts back in again. When you two stop kissing you lean in to muffle your moans in his shoulders as he grabs your hips and thrusts harder.
When he’s close, he calls your name and you tighten yourself around him and hold onto him like you’re afraid to let go.
Once you got your clothes back on, he came up to you and kissed you tenderly on your lips.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked as he hugged you.
You smiled and shook your head. For someone who gave off such a tough demeanor, he was actually quite sweet and caring.
“No. I enjoyed it a lot.”
He kissed you again.
“You just keep surprising me Y/N.”
“Is that bad?”
“No, I like that about you.”
“Can we meet up again after school? Maybe go get something to eat or drink?” He asked.
You shook your head no.
“Sorry, not today. I have a leadership meeting after school today.”
He leaned his forehead against yours.
“When can I be with you again then?” He asked.
Looking into his eyes, you felt weak.
“Maybe tomorrow night? I’ll have to text you when I’m free through”
He smiled and traced your lips again with his.
“Okay Y/N. Let me know, okay? I’ll be waiting”
As a promise, you gave him one last kiss.
“Now, let’s go before we really do get caught. I feel like we’ve been here too long. Also, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look coach in the eye again after what we did to his office…”
He laughed and you led the way out.
“Oh, my bag! I think I forgot it inside.” You said once you got outside.
“I have it here Y/N” Tae said.
You turned and saw him carrying your pink bag and couldn’t help but smile.
“Do you know that you make everything look good?” You asked.
He shook his head.
“Please don’t say that”
He took your backpack off and handed it to you.
“You really do! And thank you”
You stopped dead in your track and turned to see Jin running up to you.
“Y/N!” He called again.
You turned to Tae.
“If he asks, say that you helped me get back from the nurse’s office”
Jin ran up and gave you an unexpected hug.
“Y/N, I’ve been trying to find you.”
You looked at Tae and he turned away.
“Once I heard you felt sick, I waited for you to return to class. When you didn’t, I texted you and you didn’t answer”
Jin turned and saw Tae next to you.
“Do you need something?” He asked.
“No, I was just leaving”
Tae walked away without looking at you. You felt horrible watching him leave.
“Why were you with him Y/N?” Jin asked.
“He was helping me”
“Yeah, I felt a little weak and dropped my bag. He happened to be nearby and picked it up for me”
You hoped your lie work.
“Watch out for him Y/N. I’m surprised he didn’t steal anything” Jin replied.
You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“He didn’t steal anything. I’m fine Jin. Now if you don’t mind, I’m late to my next class”
You began to make your way to class but Jin followed.
“I’ll walk you there Y/N”
“Really, Jin, I’m fine.”
It looked as if Jin wanted to say something else but he gave up.
“Alright Y/N. I’ll see you at the meeting later today then”
You walked away furious. How could he had said something like that about Tae? You grabbed your phone and messaged him.
*Y/N, what’s wrong?*
You felt a sigh of relief.
*I didn’t think you would talk to me again. I’m sorry about what happened…*
*Why would I stop talking to you? It’s fine Y/N*
You stared at your screen and thought about what you should write.
*I miss you*
You didn’t know what else to say but you did miss him and wanted him to know.
*I miss you too Y/N*
*Forget what I said about the meeting today. I’d rather spend it with you*
*You don’t have to do that Y/N*
*I’ll see you after class then, Y/N”
A/N: So that was the end of pt.1! i always say i’ll post soon, butttttttttttttttt things always get in the way and i forget or get too busy (Tear Tear). Hopefully you enjoyed this? I’m really liking the idea of V as mysterious/outcast type of guy? or maybe i’m just watching too much riverdale? i dunno!
A/N:I WAS IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMG. CEO WANG! DIDNT FIND ONE I LIKED SO I WROTE ONE. Took so long and so much energy though.
The moodboard was made by me. If you wish to use it, please give credit. All photos were found on google. Credit to the owners:)
It’s always the same old, same old. Piles of paperwork, boring meetings, and overtime. Overtime was never your favorite. Was it anyone’s? The office was quiet and the only sound was that of papers flipping on both your desk and about two others. It was supposed to be about time you got home with your wine and your pizza for the weekend but of course, people were depending on you. The only upside to this crappy night was the view. Your office had a clear view of CEO Jackson Wang’s office if he chose to keep his blinds open. When he didn’t it was your loss but when he did, you couldn’t be happier. You observed how intently he worked. His jaw clenching when he was deep in thought and letting go when he found a solution. He was often fidgeting with his sleek black pen when he wasn’t writing with it. His office seemed pretty spacious so he often stood up and would pace back and forth behind his desk, talking to himself it seems. It was a wonderful view indeed and you were grateful that although he had the same view of you, he never looked your way.
He was a handsome man, one that could make you melt under his gaze but that rarely happened. He’s rarely looked at you ever since you started working here. A few times in a meeting and that was it. He didn’t speak too often with people at the office but he made rounds and sometimes asked how we were doing before going back to work. But tonight seemed different. You prepared to go back to your work when you felt a presence burning a hole in your face. It wasn’t too intense, as if they wanted to be inconspicuous. You looked up to see no other than CEO Wang staring back. You sat there in disbelief as he stared. He fidgeted with the pen in his hand, twisting it around his long, nimble fingers. Before you could break eye contact, he did it instead. He lowered his head and then brought it back up further, allowing you to see his defined neck. He ran a hand through his hair and by his gestures, you assumed he had laughed as well. Your eyes were bugging out wondering what was happening when he locked eyes with you again. He got up but kept your gaze, making you feel smaller. When he got up and made his way to his blinds, you were feeling quite intimidated. He showed a small smirk and suddenly closed them.
You were confused. What just happened? Why was he staring? Was this a dream? You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had a small crush on Jackson, as did most women in the office. The only difference was, you didn’t throw yourself at him. You kept your meeting short and respectful instead of trying to flirt. You couldn’t really flirt anyway. It was never your thing. This ordeal made you wonder though, did he finally notice you? Oh, get over yourself. You knew he had work to do. He often spaced out, staring at random objects when he was deep in thought. You were probably one of those random objects this time. When he realized you were staring back, he probably didn’t want a pair of eyes in his office. It was common sense. But even if you were a random object, you were glad he finally acknowledged you. You finished your work and made your way out, thinking only about how he stared at you.
The weekend passed pretty quickly and you had to trudge your way back to the office one again. You thought it would be a normal day but it was chaos especially when it came to your female co-workers. You tried to ignore the others’ behavior and made your way to your desk. You were surprised to be greeted by a velvety red envelope on your desk along with a rose. The envelope held a letter that read:
A Night To Remember…
A Night To Forget All Else…
For This Night,
Come And Think Only Of Me.
The next few words showed a time, date, and an address unbeknown to you. You sat at your desk in disbelief for a few seconds. This was like a scene in a movie. You reviewed the invitation over and over again, mostly thinking about the date which was at the end of the week. As you were about to put down the note, your co-worker and friend, Ella, came to you in a hysteric mess.
“Hey, did you get an invitation too? What color is yours? Does it say anyth-”
You cut her off by shushing her, wanting to clear your mind without her additional questions.
“Yeah I got one too. I’m guessing everyone got one?”
“Yeah…no. Not that many people got one. A few guys and a few girls. Anyway, what does yours look like? Mine is black and I found it when I got back from getting coffee. It was on my laptop and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there before. The ones I’ve seen are all black with a little W in the corner in gold and I’m so confused and yeah…”
She took a few moments to catch her breath, allowing you to think. This was a pretty mysterious party. Would anyone could come? Would anyone take credit for it? One thing was for sure. Some people would be mad they didn’t get invited. It was also strange how you seemed to be the only one with a red envelope.
“Hey, did you get something along with your invitation?” you questioned.
“No, why? Did you?”
“Yeah, I got a flower. I doubt it’s anything though. What does yours say?”
“It says, You are cordially invited to attend the banquet of the year. Hope to see you there, then an address, date, and time. But if you got a flower, dude, we have to talk about this. Someone might like you!”
You were in a complete state of confusion. Your invitation was different and you got a rose. It seems whoever was throwing this party was your secret admirer and you enjoying every second of it. You had only been in one relationship and that was in high school. You were starting to want some validation and your friends’ weren’t always enough. These kind gestures let you feel better. And appreciated.
Other than the buzz in the morning, things had mostly calmed down. You were working but your mind kept drifting back to the invitation and rose. You stared at it often, contemplating if you should go or not. It was all you could think about during your lunch break although you left it on your desk. As you walk back to your desk, with coffee in hand, you are surprised once again by a phone set on your laptop.
You motion to go pick up the phone and ask who’s it was when the screen lit up with a text message.
W 3:43pm: It’s yours, don’t worry
You were livid but mostly frightened. Who would play this kind of joke on you? This prank wasn’t funny and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You looked around trying to see who was trying to mess with you.
W 3:44:Don’t be scared
W 3:44:I’m the one who invited you
W 3:45:It’s my party
Your anger was soon subsided but you were still scared. How did they know how you felt? How did they know what you wanted to ask? You had many questions so you thought about how to reply.
You 3:52:Who are you?
You 3:52:Why did you give me this phone?
You 3:53:Why are you throwing this party?
Your questions were many and your patience was running thin. You were still looking around, seeing if anyone would respond and someone did, but the response didn’t add up to yours. It was taking a while for whoever W was to respond so you put the phone down, getting back to work. You turned the phone off, and looked up to find closed blinds, per usual. You didn’t like it, but you dealt with it. You shouldn’t let this get to you and you shouldn’t go to this party.
When you got home, it was time for a hot bath. That’s where you always did your best thinking. The bath was soothing and calmed your nerves, though you were still deep in thought. What was with this guy? No one really threw parties at the office and when they did, it was cheap and simple. This seemed too intricate for any of your co-workers and WAY out of their price-range although it was well-paying. You had this condo, that said something about your income.
When you got out and sat in your bed, you thought back to the mysterious phone. You turned it back on, wondering if W had responded. The screen lit up and you were greeted by a text.
W 5:00:I can’t answer all of your questions but I can tell you your main question will be answered tomorrow.
W 5:01: Please come
W 5:02: You won’t be disappointed.
You laid on your bed, wondering what this meant. Your thoughts were scattered and you were still confused. You knew you wanted to tell Ella about it but that would have to wait for a while. Your thoughts let you drift off to sleep, still wondering about your mystery man.
The morning was quiet. There was no more buzz, just the normal sound of regular gossip. That was until he came out. You were spacing out, sitting at your desk when CEO Wang came out of his office which rarely happened. All thoughts of your mystery man were pushed to the back of your mind, focusing on your boss. He looked as good as ever. A fitting, navy blue suit with black, leather shoes. His hair was swept to the side. He was really young for a CEO and his bleach blond hair, accentuated that.
He made his way to the meeting room, making others follow behind quiet and confused including you. By the time you got to the meeting room with your notebook to write down what he may say, he was standing at the front of the room.
“Those who were not invited to the banquet are dismissed.” he said calmly.
Although many were confused, nearly half of the people vacated the room, wondering what this was about. You spotted Ella and made a beeline towards her, plopping in the seat next to her. She seemed relieved to have you by her side, giving you a relieved glance before returning her attention to the boss.
“Hello, as you know, there will be a party that will be thrown this weekend. I would like to inform you that this party will be thrown by me. I am W.”
As the room filled with gasps and little murmurs, you were at a peak of confusion. The CEO. W? You knew your eyes were growing ever so large every passing second. Your mind went into over drive with thought. You were only broken out of your trance when Ella grabbed your hand, squeezing. Her eyes were large too but hers were filled with excitement. You looked back at the man at the front of the room, in utter shock. He looked back at you, a smile threatening to emerge but he kept his composure. His eyes seemed playful, as if they were toying with you.
“This party was organized for a large group of clients but I feel like this group also deserves a break. You all seem to be the hardest workers that I have seen in this office. I would appreciate if you could attend this party. Please wear formal clothing. Don’t try to look rich, just look nice, be polite, and enjoy yourselves. You are dismissed.” he said before he walked to the back, making his way to the exit, giving you a small wink before exiting.
You were left with a blank. Everyone was gossiping while you were contemplating. The CEO?! The fucking CEO! You hadn’t ever thought it would happen! This wasn’t a television drama! The murmurs in the room wouldn’t stop. Some people were even yelling but who could blame them? The CEO who almost never talked to his employees, had invited this group to a party. He left you speechless until you felt Ella pulling you back to reality with her high pitched squealing.
“Dude, it was the CEO! Can you fucking believe that!? And I let you go last night but no, we have to talk about this. I’ll call you around 8. Stay awake, okay?”
You answered her with an absentminded nod and made your way back to the main floor. You sat down and looked at the invitation on your desk. You look up to find him standing there, grin on his face before the blinds close again. The rest of your afternoon filled with shock and confused thoughts.
8:12 had rolled around before Ella had called you.
“Okay, I remember you said you got flowers with your invitation. Let’s start there.”
You took a deep breath before replying, knowing this would be an interesting conversation.
“Not exactly. I got one rose plus my invitation was red instead of black like yours.”
“Either way, we both know that the CEO likes you! Oh my gosh! What are you wearing to the party? We have until Saturday.” she said the words so fast, you could barely process what she was saying before you stopped her.
“Okay, you need to slow down. I’m not sure if I’m gonna go yet.”
The line was quiet for a few seconds before you uttered a “Hello?”, wondering if Ella was still on the line.
“NOT GOING?! Y/N! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
You pulled back, wanting to recover from the attack your ears just suffered.
“Nothing’s wrong with me! Calm down!”
You tried to calm her down, not wanting to hear her rant but she wasn’t going to be shut down.
“There has to be something wrong with you! You’re turning down the CEO!”
“I don’t think he likes me! Okay? He’s probably playing around with me. For all we know, he’s getting a kick from my reactions.”
Before you had gotten on the phone, you were planning on telling her about the new, private phone but that idea went out the window. She was already mad about you indecision between going to the party or not. You didn’t another reason to be yelled at.
“I really doubt that! We’re going shopping for formal dresses on Thursday!”
With that, she hung up, giving you no chance to respond. She knew that now you would be forced to comply and you didn’t appreciate her tactics. She knew you too well. You put your phone on your nightstand to charge, and suddenly you heard a vibrating sound. Speak of the devil. Like he’s on a schedule, he texted you right at 8:30.
W 8:30:Did I surprise you?
You hesitated on how you should respond. Of course anyone would be surprised. You couldn’t process that the CEO did all of this, for you.
You 8:32:I think anyone would be surprised
You 8:32:The CEO? wow
W 8:33:There’s nothing really wow about it
W 8:34:But would this be wow enough to bring you to my party?
You were surprised. Why was he so intent on getting you to this party? It was kind of cute actually, how hard he was trying.
You 8:36:I’m not sure if i’m coming
You 8:36:But why do you want me there?
You waited for an answer, never receiving one. You were just greeted by another cipher of a message.
W 8:40:Just come
W 8:40:You won’t regret it
You 8:41:And how can you be so sure?
W 8:42:I can guarantee it;)
You couldn’t help but feel a certain way over that text. Although you knew he didn’t want to scare you away, his commanding text felt authoritative to you as well as infuriating. Now that you knew who this guy was, it was easier to target your anger at someone. You didn’t want to give in too early so you tried to play hard to get, knowing you’d been caught in his snare already.
You 8:52:We’ll see then
You set your phone down, thinking you had won for the night. Instead, you were greeted by another text, picking up your phone almost instantly.
W 8:53:I’ll see you there then
He already knew he had you. It showed in his text. Although you didn’t win, you went to bed happy. It’ll be a fun week.
The next day, you came to work once again, not expecting anything. You were hoping for nothing but obviously, others had other plans for you. Sitting on your desk was a jet black box. You opened the box up to find a dress. A beautiful red dress that had lace everywhere. You wanted to take it out of the box but that wasn’t an option. You were at work and you were surprised no one saw it when you took the top of the box off.
You turned your head to find CEO Wang grinning at his computer which made a smile appear on your face. You didn’t want to show how happy you were but it wasn’t often you got gifts. Even less that you got noticed by men. You sat down, and before you knew it, Ella was speeding over to you to ask “What’s in the box?” You were thinking about how you could tell her without making her scream. You were glad she was excited for you but that was no reason to let the whole office know. Instead you explained to her that she couldn’t scream, squeal, or attract attention. She agreed and you opened the box allowing her to see the contents. You could hear a high squeal threatening to escape but she kept it in. Her eyes grew large and so did her smile. “I think it’s official, don’t you?”
“What’s official?” you raise an eyebrow questioning her.
“That he freaking likes you. What the hell else?!” she screamed in a whisper.
You blow off the comment, making Ella go back to her desk with a shrug, but inside you think she’s right. At least you’re hoping she’s right. You sit down, looking in his direction once again. He’s trained on his work once again but after you glance at his a few times, he catches on. When you finally gave up on getting his attention, he seems to catch yours. W 10:32:Guessing you liked it?
You 10:33:How did you know?
W 10:33:You’re still smiling You automatically tried to hide your smile, fearing he could use your happiness against you. Although you tried, it kept creeping out. You couldn’t help it. For once you were happy. You couldn’t think of a way to retaliate when you knew he was right so you kept your head down, away from his line of sight. W 10:40:I know your still there
W 10:41:Look at me
The texts surprised you. You weren’t expecting for him to exactly care for where you had gone. You expected him to get back to work and not bother with you until it was over. When you peeked your head over you little cubicle wall, you saw him staring back, a smile on his face and a tiny heart in his hand. If you hadn’t been around, you wouldn’t have found it. You reciprocated his act, and a smile stretching from ear to ear, came over his face. He went back to work, glancing at you every few minutes. You think the party would be fun to g to after all. And hey, no need for dress shopping anymore.
The week had dragged on, the only thing getting you through it were the small texts you and Jackson had been sending each other. Finally, Saturday rolled around and you were readying yourself. Ella had found a date with a guy she had been eyeing for a few weeks so she would go with him. You were getting ready at home and when you were done, you stood back and admired yourself.
The dress hugged your curves and the back was exposed. The front had a low v-lineThe lace was comfortable against your skin and you had done your makeup and hair. You were ready for the night of your life. You were about to make your way out with your coat, keys, and clutch in hand when you heard someone at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone. It was late enough that no one should have been coming around. You walk towards the door, curious of who was standing outside your apartment. When you opened it, you were greeted by no other than the man of the night himself, looking better than ever.
He was wearing a red suit that accentuated every feature. His coat matched your dress but his black t-shirt underneath let his stand different from you. His hair was done, swept over the side in a wavy manner. His color bones were on display, and you were enjoying the view. As you continued to take in the view, Jackson was doing some sightseeing himself. He took in all of how you looked and finally spoke up.
“Wow, you look…amazing. You’re beautiful.” he said with a chuckle.
You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, embarrassed at the compliment.
“So do you.” you say back.
For a few seconds, you stand there watching awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something. You chose to break the silence.
“So the man himself, came to get me?”
He chuckled to himself, thinking about your comment.
“I came because I thought you’d be thankful.”
“I am thankful.” you said with a small push on his shoulder.
“Oh really? Show me then.” he said back.
You froze. You didn’t know how to react so you stopped thinking and let your body move. You took a step forward and allowed your self to kiss him. His lips were soft and they comforted you. He kissed you innocently and slowly. They made you feel like you were in the right hands and soon you were. His arms snaked around your hips, pulling you closer. You got lost in the kiss for a few more seconds before it was time to break it. Out of breath but happy with yourself, you set your keys down, and put on your coat. Your heels clicked on the floor, breaking him from his trance.
“Let’s go Mr.CEO. Wouldn’t want to be late for your own party.”
Once you got to the party, people were surprised that you were, well, you. Or that you had come with your boss. The first half of the night was filled with common socializing. You found Ella and her date and were happy to talk to her about what has happened while the men had a conversation of their own. You were happy that you attended. The food was great, the people were nice, and you came with a great guy.
Eventually, the night was getting quieter and you were talking more to Jackson. They were normal conversations. Your birthday, career goals, and what made you happy. You were surprised he even wanted to listen. When the party started getting rowdy again however, you and he slipped away. You were led through a grand corridor. The walls and floors looked more expensive than anything you’ve seen in person.
When you arrived at room with double doors and gold trimming, you heart was beating a mile a minute. Jackson opened the door and ushered you in, closing and locking the door behind him. You felt out place in the extravagant room so you stood in the middle of the room, very awkwardly.
Jackson made his way to you, slipping off your coat with unsaid permission and wrapping his arms around your waist. The location of your coat had been lost while you were looking at the glint in his eye. The fireplace’s flames, dancing in them, letting you feel a spark. You put your arms around his neck, anticipating his next move.
“Was this your goal the entire time? To get me alone?” you ponder with a raised eyebrow.
He gave a deep chuckle in response, giving you your full answer when he leaned in. He left some space between the two of you, allowing you to fill it and when you did, it felt amazing. His lips were just as soft if not a bit more chapped but the kiss wasn’t innocent like before. He kissed you sensually, with a hunger that wasn’t there before. Before you knew it, a soft moan escaped your lips. One of his hands moved to your neck, pulling you in a bit more.
When he broke away, he trailed his eyes up and down, looking at you with dark eyes.
“You look fucking amazing in that dress.”
Your cheeks got even more flushed, not expecting the compliment. He walked you over to the bed in silence, looking at you every step of the way. When you had fell on the bed, he looked at you with pleading eyes, waiting to take off the dress. When you nodded, he went to work taking it off. It was off before you knew it and he was staring at you intently. You were glad you bought a brand new pair of black, lace panties for tonight but you were also embarrassed. His eyes, made you feel squeamish and nervous. He was a handsome man through and through. No one could deny that. But you weren’t sure about yourself and his staring made it feel worse. You tried to hide yourself with your hands but he wasn’t having it. He gently took your hands away.
“Don’t hide yourself. You’re so beautiful. And I’m lucky *kiss* to *kiss* have *kiss* you *kiss* here.”
His words warmed your heart and his kisses heated your body up even more.
“I don’t think you’re that lucky to be stuck with me.” you said with discontent. You were happy he viewed you this way but he smoothed any uncertainties over soon enough with his actions. His kisses slowly lowered and his breath fanned over your clothed core. You tried to squirm down, trying to make contact with his lips when he moved his lips to your inner thigh. Kissing soft but sensual kisses up and down your thighs. You whimpered, wanting him to make contact with the place that needed most attention when he looked up at your needy, disheveled face.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” he said with a smirk before slowly taking off your soiled panties. His lips soon attached to your swollen bud, sucking lightly from the get-go. His mouth lazily slid through your folds, giving you great pleasure.
A string of lengthy moans were spilling from you, music to his ears. Jackson circled your clit and sucked gently to give you just enough pressure. Soon enough, you were feeling that familiar fire in your stomach, wanting you to catch the high the high you were chasing.
“Jackson, Jackson, I’m so close.”
“Keep moaning my name and I’ll give it to you.”
Wanting to get your high, you moaned his name in long and lengthy syllables. He seemed to appreciate your compliance, speeding up and adding a finger. Or two. Eventually, you got the orgasm, you had been wanting. The pleasure flowed through you. You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jackson stripped himself of everything he had on. You watched him as he undressed, impressed by his muscles. He had a beautiful body to add to his face and you were amazed at how attractive a guy could be.
He brought his body up to kiss your neck this time and you graciously made more room for him. His eagerness pleased you for some reason. His kisses soon turned sloppy but it was fine because you were already drench and ready to go another round. He lined himself up with your entrance and moaned at the feeling of his tip playing at your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside, watching to see if you were uncomfortable with anything before he continued. He slowly thrust into you in the beginning at a pace you both seemed to find lacking. When you whimpered, urging him to go faster, he definitely complied. He lifted your knees a bit and started moving swiftly. At the rate he was pounding into you, you were definitely getting another orgasm tonight.
After a few more thrusts, his movements were getting sloppy and you knew he was close too. You gave no warning this time, focusing only on the waves of pleasure surging through you in raging waves. Jackson soon followed after with a string of curses falling from his lips. He collapsed on top of you, tired and out of breath. When he caught his breath, he rolled off and covered your bodies with the silky blankets at the end of the bed.
“That was great.” he said with a large smile, moving the covers up to your chin.
“Yeah…wow.” You kept thinking of the orgasm he gave you, hard-hitting and still amazing. When you tried to get up and put on your panties, he pulled you back in the covers asking “Where’re you going?” with furrowed brows.
“To get my underwear.” you playfully smack his chest.
“You don’t need them right now though, stay with me.” he said with a slight pout.
You didn’t want or need the underwear anyway. You rolled back into the covers, allowing him to trap you in his muscular arms.
“So, when’d this happen?” you finally question.
“What do you mean?”
“When’d you notice a nobody?” you said with a small chuckle.
With a furrowed brow, he answered, “Who’s a nobody?”
“You know I mean me.” you said with a slightly playful tone.
“All I see is hardworking *kiss* intelligent *kiss* beautiful *kiss* woman.” he said with a reassuring smile.
You were really hoping these kisses weren’t a habit. If they were, you would fall for them every time.
“You’re embarrassing me. I don’t even see me that way.” you say covering your flushed cheeks with the covers.
He pulled the covers down past your eyes and caressed you cheek saying, “If you don’t see yourself that way, I can help you. And I’d love to embarrass you more. Here, your place, the office, if you’d let me.”
A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I know it’s early, but I thought I would start off the morning for my NCIS fans <3 I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
This was requested by @jez-zolnierz:
Since your requests are open can I ask you for some fluff with Gibbs: breaking rule 12 and asking him to be your valentine? :) I wish you lovely day!
While Tony and McGee were off on a double date, you were sitting at your desk finishing paperwork. This report was something you could have gotten done tomorrow morning, but you decided to do get it done now. Besides you didn’t have a date on Valentine’s Day. You didn’t feel like going home and sitting in your apartment by yourself.
You looked up in surprise as Gibbs walked through the bullpen and sat down at his desk. He was wearing your favorite navy blue button down shirt with a black blazer over it. You always admired the way he dressed and the way he smelled. Abby was the only one who knew about your crush on Gibbs.
you know what I love more than college aus? fake relationship/dating. slow burn. this is being broken up into multiple parts so i can satisfy the need for slow burn.
title: homecoming, pt. 1 (or, how my latte-stealing coworker became my boyfriend for the weekend) fandom: hamilton pairing: tjeff x reader rating: t word count: 2975
You have a high school reunion that you can’t miss, and you’re in need of a boyfriend to keep both your parents and your classmates off your back. You don’t have a boyfriend — but you do have one very irritating, accommodating coworker.
You were more than ready for tomorrow. Once you left work you were on a plane to Jin’s hometown. You are more than excited but also couldn’t be more nervous. You didn’t know which one balanced the other out. On one hand you got to see Jin’s family which you were very curious about but you were also very scared to meet them because you knew they would instantly judge you.
Another plane and another airport. Lexa loves and hates traveling. She hates that it becomes natural to her, that it is a rhythm that she knows by heart and can follow the steps without offering any extra thought at all. She loves the escape. Terminals become offices and flights become escapes for just a few hours as she is inundated with work, pure work, which means she is far away from herself and her thoughts.
We’re halfway through the year and school’s taking a toll on us (or is starting to, depending on where you live). We’re all striving to get all the A1s and A+s in our report books/slips to indicate that our effort wasn’t all for nothing. However, in the journey to pursue these As, we’ve still got to take care of our mental health and start to focus on taking care of ourselves for a while, instead of on our studies. I’ve seen masterposts where a lot of methods to destress have been repeated, therefore I’ve taken the effort to think of more unique ways. Here are some ways I’ve been coming up with for the past few weeks which we can relax and just take a break.
STEP ONE: YOUR FUTURE HOME
Get a piece of paper (any fancy paper or rough paper will do) and start drawing your future home. You could do a top view down, or one side of the paper for each room you’re going to have. Draw your furniture and layout out and label each furniture with its name (eg. sofa/desk/television) and state some details about it (eg. white leather sofa, three-seater) based on your aesthetic.
+ Some time ago, I was talking about my aesthetic with my friend who shares a similar taste. We were talking about our future homes, about what colours our walls would be in, about what type and colour of furniture we would get, and it made us so happy, and that’s where I got this idea from! (btw we own another studyblr with another bunch of friends called @/sleepstudycryrepeat on Instagram!
STEP TWO: ARRANGING DESK
We’ve all gotten very familiar with our desk layout. Why not upgrade it a little bit more? Change up the way you arrange your items on your desk. Move that stack of post-it notes from the left of your desk to your right. Throw away last night’s crumpled-up paper and sweet wrappers you’ve left forgotten. I promise you’re going to feel so much better after clearing, cleaning, and rearranging your study area. Furthermore, it counts as something productive because you’re one step closer to cleaning your room like your mum told you to do.
STEP THREE: PINTEREST
Pinterest’s something I’ve been loving for quite a while now because it has tons of resources as well as motivating pictures of well-arranged study spaces. But who cares about studying when you’re trying to de-stress? Look up on other pictures that suit your aesthetic and pin them onto a fresh, new board based on your aesthetic. After you’re done pinning, scroll through the whole board and then proceed to melt into a puddle of happiness.
STEP FOUR: HOBBY
I see that you’ve not been picking up your TBR books for a while now. You haven’t been drawing like you’ve used to. Put those books in your hand down at this very moment, and give yourself a little love by doing the things that you loved to do and re-discover the reason why you loved them in the first place. If you’re trying out a new hobby, please do not, do not, do not fret about not being good at that hobby. Everyone has their firsts and they’re not so pretty either. To make you feel better, you can always request to see my before & after pictures when I first practised brush lettering/typography/calligraphy. However, make sure you don’t spend too much time on your hobby! (And it’s best if you make your hobby making notes)
STEP FIVE: BULLET JOURNAL
Whip out your bullet journal and look past the unchecked boxes. Turn to a fresh page, take your prettiest pen, and write “THINGS THAT I LOVE”. The rest’s pretty self-explanatory. But, you can always switch it to a different thing such as “THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY” and so on. Make it colourful if you want to, as well. Don’t focus too much on making it pretty though, it ruins the fun (but if that makes you happy, go ahead).
STEP SIX: BIOGRAPHY
If you didn’t like the previous step or want to take it up a notch, you can always start a biography of yourself. Write your name in a pretty font and a pretty colour, list down things about yourself (nicknames, date of birth, likes, dislikes, best friends, hobbies, basically anything).
+ I remember back in primary school, almost every girl had a notebook full of different people’s biographies. We would exchange our books with each other to write and read other people’s. And I also remember that I always bought uniball signo’s metallic and angel packs just for these biographies. In retrospect, it was silly and stupid (and an excessive waste of money) but the experience was worth having to reminisce on.
And there you have it, my first ever masterpost and six fun ways which you can employ to destress and have fun. Enjoy your mental-health-is-priority days!
“No Promises” - Charles Xavier x Student Reader Imagine
Hello again, This is one of the Charles x reader requests i received, there will be a part two if this that another non requested as smut so I’ll link this to the top of the smut post when it comes. Hope you enjoy this and as always please leave feedback and more requests in my ask box :)
*Female Student Reader
*NSFW points, but not much ;)
Charles had found you your first
year of university, you had been sitting in a corner of you university library
when he had waltzed over and taken the seat in front of you. Sitting there, his
beautiful blue eyes focused solely on you, with his hands laced gently together
in front of him he leaned forward and revealed who he was and why he was there.
Less than six months later and you were happily living at the mansion Charles
had brought you too. How could you have said no too him after he explained he
knew of your ability to teleport and then showed you his, speaking into your
mind and then blushing a little when he began to read it and found out you had
only heard half of what he had said, the rest being dulled by your detailed
study of his face and “gorgeous eyes” as your thoughts had put it. Since then
you had made it your mission while you stayed at the school to finish your
degree to flirt and fluster the handsome professor at every possible
opportunity. You did everything you could think of to entice your tutor to give
you some sort of sign he felt the same way you did, and you didn’t keep your
feelings to yourself, why would you; he’s a telepath, he could tell what you
were thinking anyway. But every time you made an outright advance at him, he
would just push you away.
When you first arrived, it was like
he took you under his wing, always sitting fairly close to you when helping you
study but he soon moved further away when you were sat in his office one day,
him explaining the opinion of the author you were studying when you turned to
“You’ve got lovely eyes professor” you
almost whispered, he was so close. The professor’s cheeks tinted a light pink
at your remark and the closeness with which your faces were.
you y/n, but that’s not the kind of thing you should say to your teacher.” He had managed to stutter out before looking
back down at the paper and moving himself slightly away from you. You didn’t know
how to react immediately. After mumbling out a quiet apology you both got back
Unidentified by you, Charles had
loved you from the moment he met you. The first time he had looked through your
mind, not only had he saw what you thought of him but he saw who you were, how
kind you were to other people and how you seemed to only use your abilities for
fun and when your alarm didn’t wake you up in time for your morning lecture.
And he had only fallen more in love with you with every passing day you were in
each other’s company. But it was wrong, so wrong. He was your professor; he shouldn’t
feel this way about you. True you weren’t that much younger than him but still,
he was your professor. And what made it
worse was that you seemed to take no notice what so ever of him denying you, in
fact you seemed to revel in it, taking every opportunity you had to fluster and
He was teaching a class, you of
coarse taking a seat at the front wearing the shortest skirt imaginable, and
when he had turned around to address the class again after writing something on
the board, you slowly spread your legs apart to reveal your lacy white
underwear just to the professor, just for the professor. He choked on his own
breath as he caught sight of the small wet patch the had formed in your
underwear, just hearing his smooth deep voice talk for the past hour. He
covered it up as best he could and carried on with the lecture as you smirked
and crossed your legs again still showing enough of your thighs to distract him
every now and again. Then there were the times when you would knock on his
office door only to teleport into his office and sit on his desk as he reached
the door to answer it. Him turning to see you in your cute little outfits
perched on his desk smirking at him as you swung your legs from side to side
your feet not quite reaching the floor. He would always compose himself and see
you out of his office, only to have to loosen his tie and occasionally his
trousers when the door was closed.
But after all of these months of
constantly teasing Charles and getting nowhere you decided to have some real
fun for a change Your best friend, Jean, had mentioned there was a beach party
tonight by the lake near the mansion and with not much convincing she persuaded
you to go with her and the rest of the gang. So that evening you changed into
an alluring deep burgundy two piece that showed off all your best assets,
slipped on a pair of denim shorts and a loose top over the top and teleported
yourself and everyone else to the lake. Scott and Peter dragged Kurt off immediately
to go and get drinks, Jubilee ran off to go and say hello to people, whilst you
and Jean set up the towels and Ororo tuned in the radio.
The night went on and Jubilee had introduced
you to some of the guys she knew that had invited her, Scott having dragged
Jean off somewhere as soon as he had seen the muscled men approach both of you.
You dragged both men over to where everyone was dancing and pulled them towards
sandwiching yourself between them before dancing with both of them. Hoots and
wolf whistles came from everyone as you began dancing the night away with the
two guys and the rest of your friends. At the end of the night you said goodbye
to everyone and teleported you and the other mutants back to the mansion, where
you all snuck back to your respective rooms.
The next morning as you left the
library to go to training Charles pulled you aside into his office.
“Don’t think I don’t know where you all went
last night” he steamed, approaching you.
“Oh really Professor? And what are you going
to do about it, we were only having a little fun!” you countered, lowering
your voice slightly and stepping closer to him,smirking, challenging his stance.
But Charles was having none of it, he seemed genuinely angry.
“Stop this now Y/N! This is not laughing
matter, anything could have happened to you!”
“To any of us” you interrupted
“Yes to any of you! But you can’t keep doing
this any of this, not just the running about behind my back, the flirting, the
touching and your thoughts!!” Charles was practically red in the face now
as he paced up and down his office.
“And what do you want me to do with my
thoughts Professor?! I can’t help how I feel about you, not since I first saw
you! And you just want me to turn these feelings off, how about you just stop trespassing
on my mind!” You screamed back at him, getting angrier yourself by the
second as he had the audacity to tell you not to think so loudly. Charles stood
there shocked for a moment that you had yelled back.
“ I can’t, I can’t I’ve tried so hard not to
see into your mind. But theres no way to shut it off, you think so loudly and
visually about me that I cant ignore it and its wrong” He finished his
sentence in almost a whisper, bringing his hands up to his face and wiping them
up and down to bring him back to reality.
“Charles” you got up from the desk and
stood in front of him, “You’re the only one who thinks this is wrong, I’m not a
child and you’re not an old man, and I love you” you said confidently, looking
deep into his eyes in an effort to convince him. Charles couldn’t take it
anymore, He loved you just as you loved him, he had the moment he first peered
into your mind. It was brilliant, you were brilliant and smart, and funny and
he thought you were gorgeous.
“I love you” Charles whispered, eyes
almost watering as he leaned closer to you, foreheads pressed against one
another, bringing his hand up to your cheek and pulling you in for the softest
kiss you had ever had. You lips moved completely in sync, his hand moving round
to the back of your neck to pull you in closer if that was possible, whilst
tilting his head slightly, tongue poking out to stroke against your lower lip
asking for entrance which you gladly gave. The kiss went on for what seemed
like forever, neither of you wanting to break apart for fear of the other
regretting it. When you finally did break for air he kept you close and
whispered, “I love you, I always have and
I always will, but for god’s sake stop teasing me in front of everyone, there
is only so much a man can take” he giggled, his arms now wrapped around