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Chills on a summer day 2/3

A/N: Sooo, guess who got a little carried away and turned this two parter into a three parter? Me, I'm the perv with no self control. The last part of this will be posted on Thursday, then I'll be on vacation for a couple of weeks.

Summary: Emily takes a summer job as a secretary at a law firm thinking that it will be a good way to keep her mother of her back. What she doesn’t realize though is her boss, prosecutor Aaron Hotchner, is not only a pain in the ass but also a man able to make her lose all sense of control. Word Count: 2,6k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, in public, sex toys, oral sex, dirty talk, orgasm delay/denial, orgasm control, alternative universe, age difference (everyone is of age), power dynamics

Part II

 It started that morning in his office, but it’s nowhere near the end. He kisses her behind that closed door, ignores the way they hear people outside the room as he makes her come on his desk, fingers buried inside of her and her moans muffled by his lips on hers. It becomes strikingly clear that with him, she had no control and she had no issues with that.

He comes to her apartment that night, fucks her until she’s sure she’ll collapse from the intensity of it, he whispers filthy words against her ear as she pleads for more, holds her close and kisses her between feeding her the food he had brought over, then fucks her again for good measure and Emily is sure that she’ll be forever ruined for anybody else.

 *

 Emily comes into the office with his marks covering her pale skin and she feels the excitement of it, knows that when his eyes scan her body he’s mapping out where to leave kisses next.

“I need you to fax this over to Strauss.” He hands her the papers in her hand and she takes them.

“Right away, Mr. Hotchner.” She smirks at him, can see that he’s having a hard time not to look at her exposed neckline. When she stands she’s too close to him, her body almost touching his and she shivers from the thrill of hiding in plain sight.

“On a second thought, I need some things from the file room.”

It’s a horrible excuse, they both know it and neither care as they walk across the office, Aaron keeping distance from her and she sways her hips a little more than she usually would. It’s almost lunchtime so the office was pretty empty and he took advantage, sneaking into the small room behind her when no one was looking.

She tugs on his tie the second the door closes and he presses her up against a wall as he kisses her. His hand skim over her body, knows that they didn’t have time for this but found that once they had started this thing it seemed impossible to keep away from her.

“Stay late tonight.” He mumbles in between heated kisses. His hand moves under her skirt, feels the soft skin of her thigh and she sighs into his mouth.

“Yes.” Her body felt like it was on fire from him, denying him anything seemed unthinkable. “You can fuck me against that huge window of yours.” She feels him press her harder against the wall at her words, a low growl leaving him as he licks over her racing pulse.

“Dirty girl.” He mutters and she nods, her grip on his tie only tightening to pull him back to kiss her. He has to force himself away from her not long after, knowing that anybody could walk in there at any second. His breathing is uneven, arousal stirring inside of him and he gives himself a moment before backing away from her.

“I’ll wait a minute or so.” She says before he even has time to mention it, her words accompanied with a smile and he nods.

“Don’t forget to fax the papers, that wasn’t an excuse.” He winks and then leaves her, intent to finish up as much work as possible.

 *

 “Mine.” He mutters only a couple of weeks later as he pushes his hand under her skirt as she stands by his desk, the word so casual that she barely hears it over the sound of her own low moan of pleasure as he squeezes one of her ass cheeks. “Where is the deposition from the Jareau case?”

She knows what he’s doing, knows that he knows exactly where on his desk the papers are but she still leans over the heavy wood and his fingers dip inside of her underwear, fingers rough on her clit before pushing one inside of her. It’s not enough, he knows that it’s not, his actions designed only to drive her a little crazy, not to give her any relief.

“H-here.” She mumbles, mind hazy with arousal. His hand moves away from her to take the paper, fingers wet from her and she blushes when he casually licks her off his hand. “Would that be all, sir?”

“For now.” He smirks at the way she visibly trembles as she walks on weak legs towards his door. “Oh and Emily?” When she stops at the first sound of his voice wants to groan at the obedience. “Bring me lunch today.”

“What do you want?” She flushes harder as he looks at her up and down, tongue quickly swiping his bottom lip.

“You.”

 It’s strange, how she so easily submits to him, something she had never willingly given a man before but with him it’s like second nature. He tells her one night that it’s part of his attraction towards her, that someone so in control, with such strength and prominence, would gave in to him like she did. But she finds that she trusts him, even after so little time, she trusts him.

 *

 She walks into his office in the afternoon ready to head home. He had been in court all day, had been stressed and bordering on rude when he came back. She knew that days like these were frustrating, when the system failed despite his best efforts and she knew that he would need some kind of release.

He’s on the phone, sitting at his desk when she walks in and he waves her closer without stopping the conversation on the phone. She had become an expert on him, the slight curve of his lip making it clear exactly what he was thinking and she closed the door softly. He’s taken off his suit jacket, hung it up on the back of his chair and rolled his sleeves up, showing off her forearms and Emily can’t believe how gorgeous he looks.

“Excuse me for a second.” He tells whoever is on the phone and urges Emily to sit on his desk in front of him. His hand covers the phone as he rolls his chair back from his desk to watch her as she leans back on one hand. “I’m bored, give me something to entertain myself with?” When she nods and easily spreads her legs his hand moves to her knee, his touch warm as he draws lazy patterns along her skin. “I’m back.” He says into the phone but keeps his eyes on Emily as she unbuttons the shirt she had tucked into her pencil skirt.

She reveals the red bra to his hungry eyes, his eyes fastening on the little bow in the middle of her chest. She leans back on her hands again, spreads her legs further apart as the fabric of her skirt pulls up and he can see a hint of the matching red silk panties. She smirks as he holds back a groan, his hand on her thigh tightening slightly before pushing her skirt up enough to bunch the fabric over her hips.

Emily loves the way he’s as affected by her as she is by him, his jaw clenching and eyes intense as he follows her hand that she’s slowly dragging over her chest, down between her legs. She lets her fingers hover over her center, holds back a gasp at the heat she feels even through the fabric and when he nods she moves her fingers into her underwear.

“No, that is not what was agreed on.” Aaron says and she’s once again amazed by the way he’s able to control his tone of voice, even as he rubs over his pants where his cock is tenting them.

Emily barely listens after that, her fingers rubbing in slow circles over her clit as she watches the way he watches her. She wanted him, knew that the moment he’d hang up the phone he’d be on her but she didn’t want to wait.

“Hang up.” She whispers quietly enough that the person on the other end wouldn’t hear her and she sits up straight. She uses his momentary surprise to her advantage, pulls his tie hard enough for him to lean down and licks a slow, broad stripe up his throat until she’s able to tug his earlobe between her teeth. “Hang up and fuck me, Mr. Hotchner.”

Aaron just barely holds back his growl, his hand tight on her waist as he tries to keep her planted. It doesn’t work, Emily smirks against his neck and then proceeds to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, using the fact that he only has one hand free for her benefit.

“You said you wanted something to entertain you.” She wraps her hand around his shaft and pumps him, spreading his precum into his skin. She grins when she sees him swallowing, his teeth clenching and she knows that he’s giving in. Her wrist twists and he does groan that time, low and dark and she’s sure that whoever he was talking to heard it.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to have to call you back.” Aaron barely hears the lawyer on the other end respond, hangs up the phone and tosses it on the desk. “You’re in so much trouble Emily.” His lips on hers are rough, teeth tugging on her bottom lip and tongue soothing the bite before she even has time to really feel the sting of it. “Bend over the fucking desk.”

She does, feels his fingers trail along her spine and up her neck until he grabs hold of her hair. When he pulls she expects it and bends with his pull with a gasp.

“Aaron.” She grinds back into his hips, feels his heated skin against hers and his other hand moves around her body, finding her clit.

“I don’t appreciate being disrupted while I work.” His fingers are rough, almost too harsh against the sensitive nub but she only moans.

“I seem to recall you wanting a distraction, I was about to go home.” She argues but the breathlessness in her voice packs little punch and they both know it.

“I was more than happy to watch you, pretty girl, but you had just had to be a desperate little thing.” He lets go of her hair and she falls against the desk, a few papers falling to the floor in the process. The slap on her ass cheek is loud and surprising and when she moans he does it again, slapping her ass until she’s squirming and skin is flaming red.

“Who would have thought that the embassy princess would like this.” He snickers and she flushes in response, her voice caught in her throat. “Look how you’re staining your cute little panties. Maybe you should stop using them, there really isn’t a point when you can’t keep yourself from ruining every single pair you own.” He keeps her underwear pushed to the side and slips the tip of him through her folds, a moan escaping him at the wet heat of her.

Emily bites her own hand to keep the loud moan down when he finally pushes inside of her slowly. He presses forward until his hips are flush against her still stinging ass, his size making her hiss slightly as she fidgets in place.

“Jesus, fuck please.” She whimpers, tries to move but the sharp edge of the desk keeps her still.

“Ask for what you want, like a good girl.” He feels her clench around him, sees her body straining at the somewhat painful fill of him. His eyes flitter towards the office door at the sound of voices, but they’re gone as quickly as they came and then Emily is whimpering underneath him.

“Fuck me.”

“That’s not asking, is it?” He presses forward and her body lurches into the table with a sound in between pleasure and pain, his other hand back to keep pressure against her clit. “Ask for what you want, nicely.”

“Please, please Mr. Hotchner fuck me.” She plays into the part that she knows he secretly loves and is rewarded by him pulling back, only to snap his hips back against her.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” He sneers and she shakes her head, no words leaving her panted lips.

Emily can’t do anything but grip the edges of his desk as he sets a brutal pace behind her. She knew he was taking out the frustrations of his day, used her body to get himself off and she hadn’t ever imagined liking being handled like this as much as she did.

She was no novice when it came to sex, but the weeks with him had taught her more about pleasures and wants than she had ever thought. He seemed to know her body from the start, and the things he didn’t know he was quick to learn, pushing her further and further into ecstasy until she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to come back down to earth. His rough fingers circled her clit faster, and she could feel her muscles tensing as he muttered words of praise behind her.

“Come with me, I want to feel it.” She panted and turned her head enough to look back at him. He was sweating, teeth bared as he slammed harder against her.

“You’re going to drip with me all the way home.” He grunted and she clenched at the thought, at knowing that she’d feel him all night.

She comes with a broken cry, his hand just barely able to cover her mouth before the sounds leave her as he leans over her bent body. She hears his own sounds of pleasure buried against the back of her neck, his mouth hot and clammy on her skin as his hips jerk against her. She moans when he steps back and he slips out of her, immediately missing the way he feels. He pulls her up with him and then sits her back on his desk. His hands are gentle as he carefully buttons her shirt back up and then pulls her skirt down over her hips, thoroughly checking her over in case he had missed anything.

She smiles at him, watches as he goes from hard to soft, something she only gets glances off and he kisses her forehead.

“Thank you.” He whispers with a  smile against her skin and she pulls back to look at him, hand gentle as she strokes over his cheek.

“Looked like you needed it.” She pulls him down for a kiss, this one softer than earlier and she knows that they’re tethering a line of something more than just a causal summer fling.

“Do you have plans for the weekend?” He asks once they pull apart and he fixes his pants and straightens his shirt.

“Mother is visiting.” She huffs, already a tension in her shoulders at the thought. “But she leaves on Sunday evening.”

“Want me to come over, take your mind off it?” He pulls her closer, his large hands on her waist while her falls to his chest. “I’ve been thinking about that headboard of yours…” His eyebrows raise at her smirk. “Haven’t tried tying you to it and having my way with you yet.”

“You don’t think you’re having your way with me, Mr. Hotchner?” Her smirk turns into a full blown smile at the way he grunts low in his throat.

“I think you still have a few lessons to learn, pretty girl.”

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Hey! I recently noticed your blog and saw that you work at a pharmacy! I was wondering what your experience was like starting out to now? I recently got a job at retail pharmacy and I am kinda nervous. Thank you so much!

hey anon, thanks for reaching out, and congrats on the new job! retail pharmacy can be a very rewarding experience, though it comes with its ups and downs, and i hope you find it fulfilling.

keep in mind my experiences are probably nowhere near universal, on many fronts: i worked at a canadian chain of pharmacies, and moreover i'm immensely extroverted and have an easier time speaking to people than most. however, i can mostly summarize my work at my store as below:

i started out volunteering as an assistant at a small independent pharmacy because the pharmacist who owned the store was a good friend of my father's, and he offered to give me some guidance in the process. from the beginning i felt like being a pharmacy assistant was very tactile - it's a lot of hands-on work, especially if you're in a small dispensary that doesn't have a lot of machinery or pill counters. the pharmacy where i worked over the past summer was larger and had one pill counter, but we still did a lot of tactile work and counted a lot of medications (controlled medications) by hand.

one thing i think is important to get familiar with is the workflow of the pharmacy. here, we kinda went through the following steps:

data entry - receiving the prescription from the patient, from the fax machine, or directly from the prescriber; entering it into our system; identifying the prescriber, medication, and dosage; wrangling insurance.

filling - after the pharmacist verifies the entry, filling is the physical act of assembling the prescription. this entails finding the correct compound and strength thereof, dispensing the correct number of pills, and packaging. afterwards, it goes to the pharmacist for further verification before it is placed in its little paper bag and put in the outbox, ready for pickup.

transaction - knowing how to use the till to scan a prescription out for the patient, resolving issues with cost/insurance, knowing how to interact with the patient.

of these steps, i think the easiest to get the hang of is filling. i would recommend familiarizing yourself with the layout of the pharmacy as well, to know where different medications are kept, which ones you have in the narcotics safe, which ones need to be counted by hand/double counted, etc.

data entry is a bit trickier, since knowing how to enter the sig/instructions can be hard. there's a lot of abbreviations for different sigs and they aren't really standardized. for example, "once daily" is often written by prescribers as "OD", but that returns "right eye" if you entered it into our system, with "1D" giving "once daily" instead. also, some prescribers simply have utterly incomprehensible handwriting, and those are the REALLY interesting entries.

finally, transaction is a fine balance of knowing how to interact with patients and knowing how to operate machinery. our barcode scanner worked maybe 75% of the time, so i'd have to enter a lot of our transaction numbers manually. it is also the part of the job where you're going to be talking to patients the most, and it will feel more like retail than like pharmacy.

interspersed throughout these tasks are also other ones: sending and receiving faxes, printing medical histories to fax to other pharmacies and healthcare establishments, requesting prescription transfers, and taking calls from patients who just want to refill their prescriptions. you're going to meet a lot of people, and they're going to be varied! some are going to be really cooperative, and some are going to be really rude, and some are going to stay on the phone with you for 45 minutes (and then call back for another 10 minutes the next day to apologize). that's part of the job, and being able to pick up that phone and answer "pharmacy, how can i help?" is a huge step to take, but a really, really important one.

since i had already prior experience with filling during my volunteer position, the tasks that i had to adjust to the most were 1) taking and making calls, 2) data entry, and 3) operating the cash register. i got adjusted to the cash register in about three weeks, data entry in about three weeks, and calling in about two days (again, see the extreme extroversion). for everything else, it was more learning the processes over time. i worked 2-3 days a week for 3.5 months, and now i'm pretty confident i can adjust easily to any new pharmacy setting, with maybe a week to adjust to new software.

don't be afraid to ask your pharmacist and other pharmacy assistants for help, and don't be afraid to communicate with them. it's very helpful for everyone when you alert them that someone's waiting for a prescription, or that a patient has arrived for a flu shot. there's no shame in admitting you're not the most equipped for the job, and directing the concern to someone who can resolve it safely and correctly.

one final word is a bit of advice that my high school english teacher gave me: in any healthcare setting, if you're a provider, you have to stay strong for the patients. they're scared for their health, they just want to be assured that everything will be okay. even if you're also panicking, at least keep a mask of calm; every problem can be resolved with time and a clear head, and it won't help anyone if the patient becomes even more agitated.

best of luck in your new position, anon! i hope you forge strong connections with your colleagues, and i hope your pharmacy experience is a positive one!

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Sunshine 6 | Josh Kiszka

Happy Monday everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful start to your week, it’s pouring rain with me so we love that (not) but it’s great writing weather! Hope you enjoy!

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You tried brushing off Josh's weird mood, at one point ruling it out as stress. Though they were on break they were still under a good amount of pressure. They still had to take important calls here and there, even hop online for an interview or two. Not to mention they were still writing and coming up the new ideas. They were always creating in one way or another, even when they're supposed to be resting and relaxing. So you figured it was that, and you tried not to think of it too much, and you went about your day.

It had been a few days since the bonfire, and you hadn't made any plans with the boys for the day yet so  you decided to take the morning to catch up on a little bit of your own work. Your job was remote which you were very much grateful for as it allowed you the freedom you desired to take care of multiple things at once. You would never go back to a 9-5, not after being able to work like this, on your own time and at your own pace. You made a few calls, even made it to a small conference over zoom, and once you were done with that you answered a few emails and faxed out a couple documents. It was shaping up to be a very productive day already, and your heart could not be more content. You weren't a workaholic, but you did enjoy indulging in your work once in a while. It gave you a sense of accomplishment, which you carried throughout the day as you got even more things done. And that's what you planned on doing today. 

Once you you finished scanning the documents at hand, you tidied up your work space as you shut your laptop, then made your way into the kitchen. It was only 10 am, much too early for lunch so you had some time to kill. You had already watered your plants both inside and outside, so you went about collecting your dirty clothes and starting a new load of laundry. You folded and hung what had dried before moving into the restroom and giving it a very much needed deep clean. It wasn't super dirty, you honestly could've gotten away with a little sweep and a wipe down of the counters, but not today. Today you cleaned the whole damn thing and you huffed as you swiped the back of your head over your forehead, wiping the small bit of sweat that had started to gather. You admired your work and you could practically see the sparkles around the restroom, and it made you happy, but you weren't done. You tackled your room next, changing the bed sheets and sweeping up hair then vacuuming what had been left behind. The windows got a clean too before you moved on to the rest of your house. 

By the time you were done it was nearing 2 o'clock, and you were starving. So you made a quick lunch and decided to take it out into the backyard to enjoy the warm sun and breeze with the company of your plants. You sipped on the lemonade you had made, tilting your head back at the peace and serenity around you. Any time you needed some grounding you would come out here, as you found surrounding yourself by nature was often what  helped the most, along with your tub time of course. But people tend to take the outdoors for granted, not realizing everything Mother Earth has to offer, and though it made you a little sad, you hoped that eventually people would realize how special and easy  your connection could be with the outdoors if you simply closed your eyes and listened.

"Dude, this lemonade is stupid good."

And there goes the peace. 

You opened one eye and turned your head slightly to see Sam walking towards you with a hefty mason jar filled to the brim with lemonade. He slurped it loudly as to not spill it, and took a seat at the picnic table across from you, greeting you with a happy smile.

"Hey Sammy," you smiled back, happy to have some company.

He held up one finger and took another big sip of his jar, leaving it now halfway full. "Did you put crack in this or what, Y/N, this shit is so good."

You laughed, and thanked him, sharing the ingredients with him which definitely did not include crack.

The two of you sat together, enjoying each others company and making small talk. Sammy never failed to make you crack up to the point where you almost peed your pants, and today was no different. You found yourself with tears in your eyes as you laughed and laughed at the stupid jokes he would add between his already hilarious story. You couldn't even remember what it was about you were just laughing along. 

"What's so funny?" you heard a voice say behind you, and you turned to find Jake walking towards you, Danny and Josh trailing behind him like little ducklings. The thought made you laugh even more, picturing the boys quacking as they waddled. 

"I think she's finally losing it," Sam spoke up, sipping the last of his drink. "She just started laughing and hasn't stopped, I think we should have her evaluated."

Your laugh came to a stop and you rolled your eyes at Sam, small giggles still escaping your lips as the boys all came to sit with the two of you. 

"The house smells like a bottle of bleach, Y/N." said Danny, earning a big smile from you.

"Thank you! I spent the whole morning cleaning so now there's not a single speck of dust in there," turning your head to look at Sam you finished with, "And it better stay that way." 

He gave you a cheesy smile, one that made him look like a little kid and you couldn't help but match it.

"Are you two done flirting with each other or what?" Josh snapped, making everyone turn their heads to look at him, clearly surprised.

"We're not flirting, Josh." you spoke, the air feeling a little awkward now after his outburst.

"Speak for yourself, Y/N." said Sam. 

You all knew he was joking, he just liked adding fuel to the fire. You were thankful for Danny changing the subject, and everyone jumped into conversation of what they all wanted to do today. You excused yourself to go to the restroom, with the promise that you would bring the pitcher of lemonade and a few snacks. You went about your business and dried your hands, reaching for the door and pulling it open, a gasp leaving your lips.

"Jesus Christ!"

Josh stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to scare you."

The air felt awkward between the two of you, and you weren't sure why, but you couldn't stand it. It was weird as hell.

"Were you like, listening to me pee or what?" you joked, earning a small smile from him as he shook his head no, his curls bouncing around slightly.

He followed you into the kitchen and watched silently as you prepped some snacks for the boys outside. It was weird, him being this quiet. For the entirety of your friendship you could count on one hand the times he wasn't talking. So seeing him this way was definitely something strange. You gathered everything you were bringing outside and set it to the side on the counter, turning your attention to your seemingly troubled best friend.

"You okay, Joshy?" you asked, earning a small smile from him at the nickname.

He  fumbled with the end his t-shirt, searching for the right words, before opening his mouth to speak. "It's just-"

"We're starving out here!" you heard Sam yell from outside, damn his poor timing.

You sighed but ignored him, turning to face Josh. "You were saying?" 

He sighed, his eyebrows furrowed down and an annoyed look took over his features. "It's nothing, never mind."

You shook your head, placing your hand on his arm. "It's not nothing Josh, tell me what's bothering you." you pressed.

He shook your hand off and made his way to the door. "Better not keep your lover waiting." was all he said before making his way back outside, leaving you alone and confused. Again.

Lover? 

Did he really think Sam had a thing for you?  

What the fuck?

You shook the thoughts out of your head, though all you wanted was to run and make a nest in the tub and let your mind run wild. You had so many questions, unanswered and ones you hadn't gotten the chance to ask yet. You knew you wouldn't get a chance to, not today at least. But you wanted to get to the bottom of it, you were determined to. You couldn't help but think that this was how Josh was feeling when he was trying to figure out what had been wrong with you, and you couldn't help the guilt that clouded your mind. You were confused and had so many questions, and you were concerned, much like he had been for weeks over you. And now you felt guilty as you got a taste of what he had felt.

You forced the thoughts out of your mind and gathered the drinks and snacks from the counter, and you made your way towards the guys. You pushed a smile on your face as you all sat around snacking and talking, but you glanced at Josh occasionally. He looked troubled, and wasn't as into the conversation as he normally would be, and the guilt in your mind only grew. You all sat around a little longer, making plans to have dinner at your place tonight. You let them know you had to go grocery shopping first, and they all avoided your eyes as you searched for the one you would force to come with you. Your eyes landed upon Josh, and he gave you a small smile as a silent agreement that he would come with you. You went about getting ready to go, warning the other boys staying behind to make sure they kept the house clean. Josh had to practically drag you out to his Jeep, assuring you that they wouldn't make too much of a mess.

The drive to the grocery store was quiet, but comfortable. You felt like the two of you hadn't spent much time together in a while, and he voiced the same thought as you pushed the cart down the liquor aisle.

"Get out of my head, Josh." you teased, elaborating that you had been thinking the exact same thing.

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "We're besties for a reason." he said, the smile actually reaching his eyes this time.

You wanted to ask him what was wrong, what was going through his mind and how you could help, but you didn't want to push him. You didn't want his pretty smile to disappear. God, he was so pretty. You stared dreamily at his lips as he spoke, probably asking you what kind of alcohol he should pick but you couldn't care less. You were too entranced by the way his lips moved, the way his tongue poked out to wet them on occasion. He way his lips stretched out in a smile and the way he bit his bottom lip  to keep from laughing and-wait. You met his eyes and he all but screamed as he laughed, clapping his hands as he watched  your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, knowing you had been caught staring.

"Shut up." you grumbled, grabbing the bottle from  his hands and putting it in the cart as you continued to push along.

He followed behind you, still laughing. You were delighted to hear him laugh like that, you hadn't heard him laugh like that in what felt like weeks. It made your heart flutter, partially because he was your best friend and you loved seeing him happy, and the other part because he was the man you were deeply and utterly in love with and it brought you an immense amount of joy knowing he felt good and he was laughing, even if it was at your careless expense. 

You continued on around the store, gathering ingredients as you joked around with one another. Playfully shoving and poking and teasing. There were moments you wanted to grab his face and kiss him, like right now. He wasn't doing anything special, just loading the bags into the back of his car. You watched the veins in his hands, the muscles in his arms straining and flexing as he picked up a few bags that were a little heavier. Your mouth all but watered at the sight of him lifting the case of beer he had placed in the cart, and you wished his hands were holding you like that and lifting you onto the back of the car for him to have his way with you and-

"Are you done undressing me with your eyes?" he said with a smirk, watching as you turned pink all over again. 

He cracked up again as you hurried into the car, shutting the door and turning towards it so he couldn't see your face anymore. He hopped behind the wheel a few seconds later, holding his hand over his keys, not turning the key.

"Not that I mind." he said, and you could hear the smugness in his tone but you didn't dare turn around. You sunk further into the seat, earning another laugh from him before he finally turned the key, starting the drive back home.

Once he pulled into the driveway of your house you helped him get the bags out of the car, ignoring his teasing as you made your way inside. He followed behind and dumped everything on the counter then started making his way onto the back porch where the others were, not before brushing up behind you and giving your hip a little squeeze. His touch made you hot, and slightly dizzy, and you didn't need him to turn around for you to know that he was aware of the effect he had on you but he did it nonetheless, turning to flash you an innocent smile. He walked out and held the door for Danny to walk in, who offered his help with a smile.

You gladly accepted, and the two of you got to work. 

With an extra set of hands dinner was ready in no time, and you even had time to make dessert. You thanked Danny over and over for his help as he helped you with the dishes. The two of you made a good team in the kitchen, and he agreed. He was always the one to help you when it came to cooking, Jake would sometimes help here and there but not as often as Danny. Sam, however, loved to claim he thoroughly enjoyed helping in the kitchen but you knew he enjoyed the liquor cabinet more, since very time he started helping you with prepping food he ended up prepping margaritas instead. You never assigned him the job though, was the funny thing. It made you laugh and you appreciated the thought either way. 

You had the other boys come inside and set the table, and soon you were all sitting around with full plates as you enjoyed your family dinner. You were afraid you and Danny might float away at all the compliments you were both receiving, definitely inflating your egos, but you both soaked them in happily. You were both just glad everyone liked the food, and damn did they really like it as they all went in for seconds and thirds.

"Oh my God," Jake moaned, leaning back in his chair and rubbing a hand on his stomach. "I'm so fucking full I might burst."

Looking around the table everyone was in the same food coma induced state, and you were right there with them. You know when the food hits so good you get sleepy? Well that was the 5 of you. 

You all hung around the table a little longer as you let the food settle in a little before the boys made their way into the living room to relax and watch a movie. Josh stayed behind, offering to help you clean up. He wiped down the table and the counter as you started on the dishes, and he made his way over with a clean towel in hand to help you dry as you washed. 

"Thank you for the lovely dinner, mama." he spoke, taking the plate from your hands to dry. "It was very, very delicious." 

Compliments from the other guys made you feel good, they made your heart swell and sometimes they would make you blush. Compliments from Josh? Those had all the same effects times a million, and you were a blushy mushy mess.

"Thanks, Joshy." you smiled, turning back to face the sink so he wouldn't see your blush. 

He caught on though, and set the plate down before he stepped closer to you, leaning his front into your side and with his hand on your chin, gently turning to face him.

"You don't ever have to hide, sunshine." he whispered, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face as he continued. "Especially not from me."

You could feel the water from the faucet splashing onto your shirt as it bounced off the spoon you had been trying to rinse, but you didn't care. You decided you wanted to kiss him. Right here, right now. He was so close, all you had to do was lean in a little bit and you could have a taste. That's all you wanted just a small taste and your heart would be content. 

He moved his hand from your chin and placed it on the back of your neck, pulling you a little closer. His other hand wrapped around your back and rested on your hip, toying with the hem of your shirt before slipping under and touching the small bit of skin there. His touch set your body on fire, at least that's what it felt like. You were putty in his hands, you knew it and he knew it and you watched as he slowly began to lean in. The water was still running and your shirt was fucking soaked at this point and-oh my god was this really happening?

You felt his lips brush the skin on your cheek right next to your lips and you didn't dare break eye contact. He watched you the same as you watched him, with careful eyes seeming to search for any signs to stop. Not finding any, he tilted his head slowly, working his way towards your lips. The hand he had on your hip shifted between squeezing and rubbing slow small circles onto the skin, consistently turning up the heat. You felt your heart beating faster and faster at the anticipation, you were sure he could hear it with how close he was. Fuck, he was close. He just had to lean in a little more and-

"Hey what movie do y'all wanna watch cause Jake and Danny picked a fucking documentary about panthers and- oh my God I am so so sorry!" 

The two of you broke apart immediately upon Sam's interruption, not getting a chance to see much of him but the ends of his hair flying behind him as he hauled ass out of the room. You tried to control your heavy breathing as you finally rinsed the spoon that had been in your hands, shutting the water off as that had been the last of the dishes. You dried your hands on the small dry spot that was left on your shirt, and turned to look at Josh. He was a blushy mess, much like you were, and his chest was moving up and down rapidly, again, just as yours was. You didn't know what to say, afraid you might say the wrong thing and make things awkward due to what happened well, almost, happened, thanks to Sam. 

"Um, we should-we should...probably go in there." he stuttered, the blush on his cheeks darkening.

You nodded your head but he couldn't see you, so you voiced your agreement. "I'll see you in there, I'm just going to change my shirt really quick."

He turned his head to look at you, training his eyes on your shirt where he noticed the black bra coming through the wet material of your top that no longer offered much coverage. If possible his blush progressed, moving down his neck a little and you were afraid he might burst. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to cover what you could while trying not to laugh. Josh was a stuttering mess as he tried to come up with something to say, giving up once he realized he couldn't form a coherent sentence and simply saying he would see you out there before practically running out of the room leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Again.

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y’all even I’m over here blushing at the thought of being that close to Josh smh 

[lucky-catttt]

Maxwell Lord’s Aphrodite - Pt 2

Summary: When Maxwell Lord’s world comes crashing down, you, his personal assistant bring him back from the pits of despair.

Pairings: Maxwell Lord x Reader (female), Maxwell Lord x You

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY, NO MINORS ALLOWED TO READ.

Word Count: 3,885

Warnings: Prepare to put a towel down or go touch some grass after, either or LOL Mention of genitals, oral sex, squirting, face fucking, choking, names, foreplay, degradation, aftercare, BDSM, sexism/sexual harrassment.

A/N: This is my first fan-fic, so the writing might not be fantastic, but if you have any pointers/advice please tell me! I’ve also added images and gifs to help readers imagine the scenarios and reactions!

“So what kind of proposal were we thinking of that would save Black Gold corporation?” Max quizzes, leaning back against his chair. You pause to think while finishing your pastry. “Well” you begin “This space is huge, around 4,300 square feet. The lease Black Gold is renting this office floor has no major restrictions on it, so you could potentially sub-let the space on the floor for a monthly or fixed term lease to people who work remotely or teams that don’t want to commit to a larger office space. It's becoming more common because of the GFC, people can't commit to large long term leases for whole office floors anymore. You could also rent out the boardroom by the hour & also lease the private manager offices to businesses that want their own private room. And we already have a reception near the lifts, just re-hire them and make them pretend they work for all the businesses on the floor, answering their calls, doing admin work like scanning and faxing etc. As far as the business’s clients that show up are concerned, each business looks like they own the whole floor.

If we do a cost analysis and then get a small investor to cover the startup costs, we could guarantee them a return if businesses pay contract deposits or pay their lease in advance up front. Plus the landlord we owe money to. And with the top floor with amazing views and location, we can charge top dollar” Max stares at you in disbelief. “Wow, are you sure you don’t wanna be CEO?” He laughs, still in shock. You laugh, blushing. “I started working on a business proposal for one of my university assessments, if we customise it for this project we could pitch it to some investors and banks and speak to the landlord about it as well” You reply. “I could kiss you right now.” Maxwell sighs, gripping his fist. “Please do” you giggle, leaning towards him. Max reaches out both hands to cup your face, before planting a passionate kiss on your lips. “Well, I guess we have a lot of work to do!” Max yells, before striding towards the bathroom to take a shower. Two weeks go by and the proposal is ready. Max calls you from the company car, on the way to your house to pick you up before the big investors meeting. “I’ll be right outside your place in a few minutes my sweet” He coos, beaming with excitement to see you. As his car pulls up, you collect your compendium, presentation cards and your pointer rod. Struggling with all you have to carry, Alfred rushes out of the car and up the steps to the front door, collecting all of your belongings. 

Maxwell peers over the top of his shades but the sun from behind your house blinds him. He shuffles across the seat and opens the car door, the sun now hiding from his view. As he removes his shades and looks up the stairs towards your front door, he sees you standing there, fixing your outfit. He’s stunned. 

It might be 1984, but you’re wearing a stunning outfit pulled straight from the 50s. A black suit dress with a pleat in the front with a thin gold belt around your waist. You accented the look with strap Mary jane heels, a black and gold handbag and a neat beret fascinator. Your hair was curled, accentuated with bright red lipstick and a single set of pearl earrings.

Max looks like he’s about to drop to his knees in awe, but his knees bend into a lengthy stride up the stairs, rushing to your side. “A heavenly vision of beauty'' Max gasps, giving you a kiss on the cheek in an attempt to preserve your makeup. He puts out his arm and you wrap your hands around it, as he leads you down your stairs to the car, staring at you the whole time, letting the universe guide his steps as this absolute goddess graces his presence. You both slide into the back seat of Max’s company car, his large hand immediately passing along your back and resting on your hip and ass, pulling you as close to him as possible. “I dont know how this presentation is going to go, but I can be absolutely certain that myself and every other person in that room will be enraptured by your presence”. he murmurs into your neck, squeezing your ass.

Max was wearing a pinstripe royal blue suit with black laced oxfords. His matching tie and pocket square peeking out. “I would kiss you right now but i don't want to get lipstick on your face just before our meeting” you blush, rubbing your nose against his. “I know. We have all the time in the world after” Max replies, running his nose down your neck, breathing gently against your skin.

 “We should probably prepare for the meeting, Max” you chuckle, seeing the office building not far up the road. You pull out your compendium and flip to an architectural blueprint of the office floor. 

“I had this drawn up by an architectural drafter last week. As you can see the large blank space is your office and private room, you already have the glass frosted for privacy. All the other office cubicles will be converted to private offices, as well as boardrooms, co-working areas and remote working hot spots.” Max’s eyes widen with surprise at the level of detail. “How did you get this done? I certainly don't remember commissioning this'' rubbing his chin. “I paid for it” you respond, nonchalantly. “You spent your money, for me?” Max inquires, now in disbelief. “Of course. I told you I would help you, Max. Consider it an investment”. You wink, flipping through more pages of the presentation. Just when Max thought he couldn't fall more in love with you than he already has, your hard work and giving nature makes his heart swell even larger to make room. After a few minutes the car pulls up to the investor’s office building. “Before we go in there, I want to ask you something.” Your eyes widen with intrigue. “While we're there, I’m not sure how these businessmen will react to a woman being anything more than my personal assistant. I’m not intimidated by you at all, but I suspect some of them might be” He continues, his eyes falling to your lap as he holds your hands. “Max, this project is my dream, but it’s your company, so i’m giving it to you to present. You’re the only person I trust with this”. 

As Maxwell begins to get himself together, you take a seat adjacent to where Max is standing. Although your knees are together with one ankle behind the other, you can feel some of the businessmen closest to you looking you up and down like a piece of meat. You quickly turn to face Max, giving him your undivided attention. “Well, I know you’re all very busy, so lets get started” Max smiles, wringing his palms together. The businessmen listen intently to Max’s pitch for the restructure of Black Gold corporation, before they begin to ask questions on financials. You begin to notice the men losing interest and Max starting to lose his confidence. He looks at you, his expression half pleading and half embarrassed. Without any hesitation, you stand up from your chair, striding over to Max’s side, picking up the pointing rod from the easel and pulling it to full length with one swift pull. 

The men all sit upright at attention from the sound of the rod. “If I may, Maxwell” you butt in, politely. “Gentleman” You steady the pointer rod against the chart on the easel “the profit figures on the project are as follows; 36 external view offices, charged at $3,000 per month each, generating $108,000 gross profit. The 25 internal offices with no view will be $500 per month, generating $12,500. We also have hot-desks with memberships starting at $20 per month. If companies want us to answer their phones, do their mail, bring them coffee, do their shopping, take their dry-cleaning, walk their dogs or bring them lunch, that's an additional fee. Essentially, we are looking at a monthly profit turnover of $150,000+. Our current lease fee is $50,000 a month with about $15,000 in body corporate and utilities, leaving $85,000 per month net profit, $225 thousand per quarter and over a million annually. We currently are looking for a combined setup cost of around $500,000. The more you invest, the bigger your return.” You swing the pointer road and rest it on your shoulder. 

Silence fills the room and you panic. Your assertiveness may have turned them off, so you pretend to be ditzy and dip one of your feet inwards. The men who are all sitting up at attention, look between each other and nod. Your charm and business acumen seemed to have put them under some kind of spell. “Thanks for your time gentleman. If you have any questions please feel free to call” you finish, walking around to hand each of them Max’s business card. The men begin to chat amongst themselves, before one of them approaches Maxwell. They introduce themselves and begin chatting about the pitch “You should be very proud of your assistant Maxwell” they chuckle “she seems very switched on and driven”. Max shoots you a smiling glance, before turning back “Yeah, I’m actually going to make her the CFO” he responds. “Well, we’ll deliberate here and be back in touch with our offer”. The meeting finally wraps up and you both head back downstairs where Alfred is waiting with the car door already open. You both slide inside and Max wraps his arms around you before passionately kissing your lips as the car drives back to his office.

“You want to make me the.. CFO?” you pant, breaking from the kiss. “Yes” Max smiles, staring into your eyes. “You have worked so hard and today at the presentation..I know you’re the woman for the job. Do you want it?” You blush, holding his face “Well how can I say no?”. The company car finally pulls up back at the office and you both head through the lobby and into the lift. Max stands behind you with his arms wrapped around you and his head on your shoulder, talking about the enormous amount of work that will potentially need to be done if this deal goes through. As the lift doors open into the reception area, you both step out and Max hears the phone in his office start to ring. You give him an excited smile, encouraging him to go take the call in private. He begins striding through the empty office before making it to his office, pushing the doors open and heading over to his desk.

You take your time walking back to his office, giving Max time to finish his phone call. As you approach his office doors, you hear the click of the receiver as he hangs up. You watch Max’s shadow behind the frosted glass walk up to the doors and swing them open, a neutral look on his face. You look puzzled, thinking it was bad news before he burst out laughing with a smile, swinging you over his shoulder and carrying you to his bedroom. “You did it baby!” He yells, slapping your backside before throwing you both down onto the bed. “We did!?” you scream, a wave of relief and excitement washing over you. “Yes! I’m so proud of you. You saved Black Gold corporation. You saved me.” Max smiles, brushing a lock of curls away from your face before cupping your cheek and passionately kissing you. 

You kick off your shoes, belt and take off your beret fascinator as Max removes his suit jacket, suspenders and belt, before kissing each other again. “I was so turned on by you today” Max moans, writhing his hands all over your body, before ripping the bust of your dress open, the two buttons pinging off onto the carpet. “Watching your voluptuous ass in that dress walking into that boardroom and how you commanded the room’s attention, took control and sealed the deal. I wanted to put you over that boardroom table and worship you like the goddess you are. But I guess I can do that now”. Something about wearing your favourite suit of his, the unwavering progressive support of women and eagerness to pleasure you unlocks your most ravenous sexual desires. You stop Max, sitting up at the foot of the bed. He gets up from laying down and looks at you, worried he said or did something wrong. “Whats wrong my love?” he asks, looking concerned. ****MAJOR SMUT WARNING AHEAD**** “Max… you’ve shown me the romantic love making version which was so beautiful, but I want to make you feel worshipped” Max gives you an interesting glance. “You’re such a giving person but I want to give back. You’ve suffered neglect and mistreatment most of your life. I want to give you a different kind of passionate sex. I have fantasies and wild ideas that I think will give you immense pleasure. I want you to….” You stop yourself, not sure how he will react. Max's eyes widened with intrigue. “Go on?” Max squeezes your hand. “Well” you begin. The passionate fire is burning hotter and hotter within you. “I want you…” you hitch up your skirt and sit across Max’s lap, with one leg over each side “to straddle my chest and fuck my throat while I rub my clit” you get closer to Max’s face, pulling on his tie “And I want to cum while you’re throat fucking and choking me with your cock” you begin to undo his tie “And then I want you to cum in the back of my throat and make me swallow it”. There’s dead silence, so you bat your eyelash extensions, throwing a sexy yet innocent gaze followed by “hmmm?”. Max’s mind goes completely blank, the blood rushing from every inch of his body straight to his cock, which you feel hardened against your crotch as you straddle him. “Uhh wow honey that sounds very dangerous.” Max chokes, embarrassed he's getting turned on at the idea of hurting you. 

“For you or me?” You giggle, biting your lip. “For you” Max says, wrapping his arms around you. “Are you sure that’s something you want me to do to you Hermosa?”. “Yes Maxwell. I love the way you worship and pleasure me, but I want you to feel the same way. I have a kink when it comes to being dominated. Seeing my man so turned on and using his strength and body to please himself using me, makes me feel incredible. I know you would never hurt me, it’s something I would love for you to experience” You answer before kissing his neck. “You really are too good to me, princessa” Max sighs, running his hands down your back to your ass, squeezing both cheeks. “Of course, we don’t have to if you don’t want to, Max” you give him a reassuring look, worried you might have overstepped. “No baby, I’d love to, if that’s what will bring you the most pleasure” He coos, kissing your neck.

You begin to take off your dress, revealing under a black and gold laced lingerie set. “Black and Gold” you chuckle, watching Max’s eyes widen at the level of detail. “How did I get so lucky?” Max pants, pulling off his shirt and pants, leaving his boxers to contain his rock hard cock. You go to reach for Max’s crotch when his hand stops you. “Before we do this” Max begins “I want you to stop me at any time if it hurts or you can’t breathe or you just don’t want to do it anymore. That is the most important thing to me”. You nod and smile at Max, leaning in to kiss him, before your hands start to remove his boxers.

You reach down and begin to tease his cock, tracing your fingers tips against the tip. With your other hand you guide Max’s hand down, placing it at the top of your panties. As he starts to put his hands under your panties, he notices there’s a hole in them. Max stops to inspect. “Crotchless panties? Me vuelves loco” Max pants before he begin kissing and biting all over your body.

You’re in for it now. Like a virus, you’ve taken over Max’s brain, flooding it with animalistic desire and passion. A switch has been flipped and hell bent on blowing your mind, leaving all of his inhibitions and reservations about what he’s about to do to you at the door. Max climbs on top of you, wrapping his large hand around your throat, gently squeezing as you gasp for air. “Is this what you want?” He growls into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe before kissing down your neck. You manage to nod before moaning, indicating that you’re enjoying it. He’s never treated a woman like this before, but he manages to find the personality and words seemingly from thin air, like it was repressed all this time. “Start touching yourself for me now” Max commands. You slide your hand down into your panties and start rubbing your clit, sparks flying through your body and the slick now leaking out of your pussy. He groans at the sight of you touching yourself. Max moves up the bed before straddling over your chest. With your head propped up on some pillows, you look in Max’s eyes and ready your mouth and jaw for his throbbing cock. Max thumbs your bottom lip before grabbing just under your jaw to keep your face steady. “Open wide like the good little whore that you are” he hisses, smacking the tip of his precum soaked cock on your face.

The degrading name only makes you wetter, as you furiously rub your clitoris whilst pinned under Max’s legs. You moan as Max pushes his cock into your mouth and down your throat. “Oh my god my love your mouth feels incredible” Max moans, his character from before severely altered by the pleasurable sensation. He realises his mistake and compensates by pushing his cock as far as it will fit into your mouth and throat. “That’s it, take it all” he smirks, exhaling with a moan. You use two fingers to scoop up some of your slick and rub it into your clitoris, which is now super sensitive. Your stifled moans humming against Max’s veiny cock cause it to twitch. With your hips bucking from pleasuring yourself, Max takes both of his hands and puts them on your cheeks. “Fuck your mouth feels so good” Max moans, slowly thrusting back and forth out of your mouth, his cock touching your uvula and causing you to gag with each stroke. Your eyes begin to roll back in your skull as you continue to moan & choke, your swollen clitoris edging closer and closer to orgasm. “You like this huh? You like it when Daddy fills your throat up and fucks it?” Max hisses, wrapping your hair in between his fingers, gripping hard as his thrusts gain more momentum. Thick strings of spit is now spilling out of your mouth, down your chin and onto your breasts. “You look

The taste of Max’s precum coating the back of your tongue. You’re fighting to contain your orgasm but Max’s cock and brutal punishing words are sending you dangerously close to the edge. “Mmmmm, mmmmm!” You choke, tears welling in your eyes as you’re trying to nod and send Max a pleasured innocent gaze, driving him wild. You concentrate on breathing through your nose, each time Max’s cock leaves the back of your throat for a split second, giving you enough time to take in air. You decide to start moving your flattened tongue against the shaft, rubbing against the tip as it passes back and forth. Max let’s out a groan “You’re such a good little putá for papá”. There’s no holding back now, you increase your moans to signal that you’re on the precipice of an orgasm. “Cum for me” Max hisses, continuing the ecstasy inducing tempo of thrusts into your mouth and throat. You continue to rub your clit and gesture for Max to keep his cock still inside your mouth and throat for this moment, riding the crashing wave of your orgasm, squirting furiously onto your legs and sheets below. The writhing and shaking of your body underneath him, the sound of your squirting and muffled cries and moans from behind his cock is too much and brings him closer much faster than he ever anticipated. The eye-watering sensation causes the tears to flow down your cheeks, causing your mascara to run.

As your orgasm begins to subside you gesture for Max to continue thrusting, which he does as he moves his large hands to cup your face. “That felt fucking amazing” Max moans, continuing his fast and hard strokes. Your gaze, burning with passion and framed within smudged running eyeliner locks with Max’s, his domineering yet still showing affection. “I’m gonna cum” Max pants, keeping the pace as his grip on your face grows tighter. “Fuckkkk!!!” He shouts, holding your head still as he holds one final thrust as far in as it will go. Your eyes roll back into your head again as you feel the warm thick ropes of cum spurt onto the back of your throat. It was lucky you had taken a large enough breath before that moment, enough to sustain you for the few seconds Max held his cock still inside your mouth, throbbing and pulsing as he moans and shudders, cursing in Spanish. Coming back to reality, Max immediately pulls his softening cock from your mouth and wraps his large hands on the top and bottom of your face, closing your jaw shut. “Now Swallow” he commands, bending down so that his face inches from yours. With a cheeky gaze you oblige and swallow the remains of his cum tangled in your throat, before opening your jaw to allow him to inspect if there was any left. “My good little leche putá” he whispers, before spitting in your wide open mouth.

As if like breaking character on a movie set, Max immediately reverts back to his original self, climbing off to the side to lay next to you. “Was that good for you my love? How do you feel?” Max asks, worried he’s harmed your physical and mental state. “Incredible” you pant, smiling, lying in a pool of your own squirt. Breathing a sigh of relief, Max quickly brings up the blankets to cover you both, embracing you and peppering your spit, mascara and tear soaked face with kisses. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Max quizzes, checking your chest and throat over. “No” you reply, your throat somewhat hoarse. “Okay good. I love you so much” Max sighs, brushing your hair out of your face and kissing your forehead. “I love you too, Max”.

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I got impatient and wanted to post it now so I guess this chapter is finished 💀

@anaaaispunk @mandoalorian @pintsizemama

[bearseokie]

Fortune for the Well-Being (M) | BTS

image isn’t mine, credit to the owner.

↠ genre: ot7, mafia! au, angst, smut

↠ warnings: mature content, graphic details, violence, language, detailed torment, blood, murder, use of weapons, sexual acts, gore, etc.

↠ words: 2.2k

↠ summary: Seven men are chosen to perform in a plan to erase one of the largest mafias in the states.

↠ A/N: idk when I'll get the full fic written, I just wanted to toss it out there for future purposes.

Prologue

Park Jimin.

The speakers boomed, lights flashing different colors as eyes shifted around. Drinks were splashed on to other people, the smell of liquor so thick in the air that your eyes would burn and water. Gold stanchions line the aisle of magenta carpet, felt rope creating a barrier between who was important and who wasn't. The back of the building sat colder, lights dimmer, and fewer people crowded around. Large bodyguards stood at doorways, nodding as those who seemed fit to be in the special area passed by.

Behind thin walls and curtains, sins were being passed around. Men flirted with women, seducing them into plans they'd both regret in the morning. People wore little to no clothing, being tossed around like ragdolls at anyone that seemed horny. A darker room sat in the very back left, concealed by a thin, black wall. Windows covered by red curtains, moans came from the circle-lighted room. The large couch against the wall curved to fit the entire room for any activity preferred by the owner.

And there the owner sat on a rainy, Thursday night. Gripping a girl's hair as she bobbed on his length. Jimin's head was back against the leather couch, lips parted with light sounds applauding the girl's motions. Another girl was to his left sucking on his neck, careful to not break the skin, as that was a rule he enforced on everyone in the club. His right hand was palming her large breast as she moaned, pushing into his touch.

The movement of the girl's mouth wrapped around him didn't stop as the papers were handed to him, halting him palming at the second girl to his side to take them from the tall bodyguard, a curious look on his face. Scanning over the top page of the stack, a burst of delirious laughter came from him, his now free hand motioning the other girl to stop and for both to leave him. He pulled himself back into his pants, leaving them undone as he crossed his left ankle over his right knee, opening the pages to skim over the words.

"What a fucking joke," he claimed.

Kim Namjoon.

The small office buzzed with workers, the staff stumbling over one another trying to finish work for the day. A light knock on the office door made everyone freeze, time almost stopping in place. People held their coffee in their mouths, afraid to swallow, staplers were held down to keep from popping back up, copy and fax machines were immediately turned off in fear of a loud sound that would anger their boss while he spoke.

"You're all welcome to leave early," Namjoon called, the door slowly shutting closed and lock clicking.

Sighs of relief filled the office, people scrambling to collect their belongings as everyone moved toward the stairs and elevators with glee. The office became dead quiet, the only sound being made inside the locked room. Muffled screams came from the man sitting before his desk, a bandanna wrapped around his head while another was stuffed in his mouth as he cried in pain. His fingers gripped the arms of the chair as a pen was severed into his right hand, a pair of scissors breaking the skin of his left hand as it threatened to enter just as the other did. The interrogation scene was working as the man aggressively nodded, breaking as the bandannas were removed. Telling Namjoon all that he knew about a businessman that was planning to invade one of Namjoon's businesses, he would soon prevail and the threat would be eliminated.

The man was walked to the elevator and taken care of by the man guarding the building. Returning to his office, a stack of paper was noticeably sat on his desk, small drops of blood now soaking through the top few pages. Bending over the desk, he read the top page, opening the stack and reading over each sheet before he threw himself back into his office chair.

"This will be interesting." he shook his head, turning to his left to look out the wall to floor windows at the dusk-fulled sky.

Jung Hoseok.

"P-Please!" the man shouted, getting kicked into oblivion by Hoseok standing over him.

The concrete was no pillow to him, skin already matted by the cracked cement under him. Hoseok's hands gripped his white shirt, lifting him against the wall as his head rammed into the brick. The street was empty, sunset colors eliminating over the two of them as they both wrestled against each other. A stack of paper had been sprawled on the concrete below the two men, now covered in marks and dirt from their shoes. The man had walked up behind him, handing Hoseok the papers that were neatly together with a binder clip. The man didn't realize who he handed them to until he was flipped to the ground, his face immediately meeting the pavement.

"I'm just the delivery guy, man!" he pleaded.

His reply was neglected as a strong punch launched at his jaw, blood spilling from his mouth and onto the Hoseok's fists.

A few more hits were swung before Hoseok believed he learned his lesson, nodding in approval as he watched the man slide down the wall and back on to the concrete pavement. Looking around him, he noticed all the papers scrambled on the ground as he bent down to retrieve them, reading them slowly with furrowed brows.

"What the fuck is this mess?" he questioned, balling the papers up as he glanced around the scene before him, dumbfounded as he shrugged and walked off carrying the pages.

Min Yoongi.

"Don't think about using that anywhere near me." Yoongi's teeth clenched as he spoke, the man in the suit shooting him a weary look while he glanced over the armory, an AK held tight in his hands.

The white walls behind the weapons shined under the bright lights hanging from the ceiling, the large door ajar while they held the transaction. Heading back for the open door, the large man stopped suddenly as Yoongi stomped up to him, his jaw clenched tight with a firm look on his face. The room was silent as his finger lifted to the taller man's chest.

"If I even hear a whisper about where you got these guns from, I'll kill you on sight the next time you see me." he threatened.

The man violently nodded, swaying around him as he made a quick rush from the armory and out of the building, seagulls calling out as he opened the door of the large garage and slammed it shut. Yoongi sighed, shutting down the armory as he locked the door back, making his way toward the old, wooden piano sat against the wall of the garage. Taking a seat on the bench, his eyes caught sight of the thick stack sitting beside his note booklet. Running his eyes over the cover page, he scoffed and placed his booklet in front of the stack, fingers grazing over the keys as a melody echoed through the almost empty space.

Kim Seokjin.

Cameras flashed, screams and whines calling his name as he waltzed past the crowd and into the building. His assistant scampered behind him, attempting to keep up with a coffee in one hand, a stack of papers in the other. A man held the doors open for Jin, the scent of makeup and fresh clothing seeping into his nostrils as he let out a deep breath, peering around the room as people rushed around to set up the photo shoot scheduled for today.

"I said I'm not interested." Jin's eyes rolled as he noticed the stack of paper still in his assistant's arms. "It's not for me."

His assistant whined once more but kept quiet as he left to change into the preferred outfit for the photo shoot. Everyone cheered at him as he gathered attention to his poses, gleaming like it was his place to be in front of a camera. The stack was tossed into the garbage while he worked, fake smiles shaped on his face to fool the staff around him that his morning hadn't been tough. That he hadn't been in a high-speed chase with some maniac with an assault rifle.

The shoot ended, an airy dressing room ready for him to rest in once the cameras were shut off. The light blue walls were soothing as he stepped into the medium-sized room, settling into the area. He headed for the couch, finding a bottle of wine and glass set on the coffee table beside the same stack of papers from earlier.

"I told you, no!" he yelled, cheeks red as his assistant stumbled into the room with a worried look. "I thought you threw this away!"

"I did!" they claimed, shaking their head as they exited the dressing room, escaping the words tossed at them by Jin as he flipped the pages over and over until he got to the last one, going silent.

"Hmm," he said to himself. "Maybe this could work out."

Jeon Jungkook.

Loud groans came from two men as their wrists held them up off the ground, chains clinking in the hold of the ceiling as they swung back and forth. Jungkook was pacing before them, moving around with a cheeky grin on his face. His eyebrow was cut open, blood seeping down his face and dripping on to his chest as he walked. A large table sat in the corner of the meat locker, an array of knives and tools set out, usually for use of the meat kept stored, but in this case, revenge. He walked towards the table, index finger running over each of the sharp objects as he lifted a large machete up and faced the two men.

"This one?" he asked innocently.

The men swung faster, faces red in anger as they spouted ways they'd hurt the younger man. He nodded, setting the machete back on the table and picking up a simple screwdriver before turning back to the two, swaying men.

"This one!" he called with another grin as he walked before one of the men, who kicked out his leg at him. Instantly the screwdriver was sent into his leg above his kneecap with a yelp.

Jungkook gripped the man's leg with his left arm, wrapping his right hand around the screwdriver inserted into him, twisting it as the man jolted under his hold, the man beside them silent in shock. Jungkook's expression shifted, eyes becoming darker than before as his lips flattened together, continuing to twist the screwdriver until the man was shrieking in pain.

"Care to keep causing issues?" he questioned as the man shook his head quickly, tears sliding down his face. Jungkook looked to his left as the other man watched the scene carefully, trying to reason with him before he began his own torment.

"Thanks," Jungkook said to the window of the large SUV outside of the meat shop, the window opened slightly as dark figures moved behind the tinted panels of glass.

"This came for you." spoke a dark voice from inside the vehicle, a stack of papers departing through the open window, he noticed his payment was put under the binder clip as he took it.

The car pulled off, leaving him to stare at the pages of words, his mouth forming a pout as he nodded his head, looking up as the car drove off.

Kim Taehyung.

Foot bouncing under the table, Taehyung sat nervously in the metal chair while staring down at the handcuffs chained to the table. Images flashed in his head from the night before, his pocket knife being pulled from his jeans, flipping it open as it was stabbed into another man. The blood seeping all over his hands as he moved the liquid around with his index and middle fingers, the metallic scent filling his nose. The man's shock and pleas for him to pull the knife out and escape. The police escorting him to the car.

A knock came from the door as a detective stepped in, an unreadable expression on his face as he pulled out the metal chair on the other side of the table and took a seat, hands clamped around a stack of papers that he moved to the side.

"Do you find pleasure in it?" he questioned, making contact with Taehyung's handcuffed wrist to catch his attention. "Answer me."

"Sometimes, if they really deserved it" he whispered, looking down at the handcuffs again to avoid eye contact.

"People like you make me sick." spat the detective. "The things you've done. The people you've killed. Doesn't that get under your skin, huh?"

"It just doesn't," claimed Taehyung, eyes blank as he looked back up at the detective.

"Good." nodded the detective, a confused look on the younger man's face as he tilted his head. "Then this will appease you."

Sliding the stack of papers around and toward Taehyung, both of their eyes scanned over the cover page.

"Fortune for the Well-Being?" Taehyung's voice couldn't hide the curiosity.

"You and six other men in the country have been chosen for this program. The charm, the brains, the aggression, the passion, the looks, the strength, and the disturbed. It's the perfect combination for complete and utter chaos."

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Sorry it took so long to get back here with the update guys. I kinda mentally checked out as I’ve been absorbing all this information. I can’t remember all I’ve shared, and I know I’ve got a ton of new follows, so I’ll do a brief timeline recap. Since 2010 there has been some speculation and back and forth about a possible pituitary tumor or cyst. But in Feb 2019 I had a repeat MRI and it was conclusively stated that my scans were clear and that I did NOT have anything on or near my pituitary, or anywhere else in my brain. However, a few days ago I received copies of the report from my observatory stay in the ED back in October 2019 where they did a repeat brain MRI to check for a CFS leak. At the time I was told my scans were “beautiful.” Well, this report says I have a 2 mm, hypoenhancing focus on the mid pituitary gland, and that it is likely a Rathles Cleft Cysts. What. The. Actual. Fuck. My mind is absolutely blown. I’m confused as to why this wasn’t mentioned (I’m assuming it wasn’t “relevant?”), and I’m really REALLY angry.  During that stay I also had a repeat MRI of my neck done for the same reason (my previous one was only 3 months old.) However again, this one was chalk full of information the first report did not contain, and information my doctors seemed absolutely oblivious to. Obvious the ED doctors did not know my doctors were so incompetent, but now I’m questioning if they ever looked at the scans with their own eyes, or JUST read the radiology report. Which is SUPER fucking concerning because I let this man stick a needle in my spine. Basically, there is a TON more damage than we originally thought. There are vertebrae slipping out of place and over top of the ones below them, as well as more degeneration of the facet joints, swelling, inflammation, disc height and signal loss. The whole nine yards. My spine is wrecked.  Of course, I’ll be telling all this to my PCP and the rheumatologist, and I’m sure she will be referring me in house to neurosurgery and/or the pituitary center. But I’m really concerned about the fact that it seems neither of the doctors who treated me at my existing office looked at any of my scans, and if they did they didn’t look very well. I’m not paying $300 to go back and see them, but I wonder if I could mail or fax them a letter with the copy of the reports. I’m not sure, I’ll have to ask my PCP.  For now, I am mentally checking the fuck out of reality. My stay-cation is happening in just a few days and I’m still trying to get everything cleaned, packed, and organized in my life. As soon as I get back it’s back to reality, back to class, back to dealing with doctors and bullshit. 

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The Price

by Neil Gaiman

Tramps and vagabonds have marks they make on gateposts and trees and doors, letting others of their kind know a little about the people who live at the houses and farms they pass on their travels. I think cats must leave similar signs; how else to explain the cats who turn up at our door through the year, hungry and flea-ridden and abandoned?

We take them in. We get rid of the fleas and the ticks, feed them and take them to the vet. We pay for them to get their shots, and, indignity upon indignity, we have them neutered or spayed.

And they stay with us, for a few months, or for a year, or for ever.

Most of them arrive in summer. We live in the country, just the right distance out of town for the city-dwellers to abandon their cats near us.

We never seem to have more than eight cats, rarely have less than three. The cat population of my house is currently as follows: Hermione and Pod, tabby and black respectively, the mad sisters who live in my attic office, and do not mingle; Princess, the blue-eyed long-haired white cat, who lived wild in the woods for years before she gave up her wild ways for soft sofas and beds; and, last but largest, Furball, Princess's cushion-like calico long-haired daughter, orange and black and white, whom I discovered as a tiny kitten in our garage one day, strangled and almost dead, her head poked through an old badminton net, and who surprised us all by not dying but instead growing up to be the best-natured cat I have ever encountered.

And then there is the black cat. Who has no other name than the Black Cat, and who turned up almost a month ago. We did not realise he was going to be living here at first: he looked too well-fed to be a stray, too old and jaunty to have been abandoned. He looked like a small panther, and he moved like a patch of night.

One day, in the summer, he was lurking about our ramshackle porch: eight or nine years old, at a guess, male, greenish-yellow of eye, very friendly, quite unperturbable. I assumed he belonged to a neighbouring farmer or household.

I went away for a few weeks, to finish writing a book, and when I came home he was still on our porch, living in an old cat- bed one of the children had found for him. He was, however, almost unrecognisable. Patches of fur had gone, and there were deep scratches on his grey skin. The tip of one ear was chewed away. There was a gash beneath one eye, a slice gone from one lip. He looked tired and thin.

We took the Black Cat to the vet, where we got him some antibiotics, which we fed him each night, along with soft cat food.

We wondered who he was fighting. Princess, our white, beautiful, near-feral queen? Raccoons? A rat-tailed, fanged possum?

Each night the scratches would be worse -- one night his side would be chewed-up; the next, it would be his underbelly, raked with claw marks and bloody to the touch.

When it got to that point, I took him down to the basement to recover, beside the furnace and the piles of boxes. He was surprisingly heavy, the Black Cat, and I picked him up and carried him down there, with a cat-basket, and a litter bin, and some food and water. I closed the door behind me. I had to wash the blood from my hands, when I left the basement.

He stayed down there for four days. At first he seemed too weak to feed himself: a cut beneath one eye had rendered him almost one-eyed, and he limped and lolled weakly, thick yellow pus oozing from the cut in his lip.

I went down there every morning and every night, and I fed him, and gave him antibiotics, which I mixed with his canned food, and I dabbed at the worst of the cuts, and spoke to him. He had diarrhoea, and, although I changed his litter daily, the basement stank evilly.

The four days that the Black Cat lived in the basement were a bad four days in my house: the baby slipped in the bath, and banged her head, and might have drowned; I learned that a project I had set my heart on -- adapting Hope Mirrlees' novel Lud in the Mist for the BBC -- was no longer going to happen, and I realised that I did not have the energy to begin again from scratch, pitching it to other networks, or to other media; my daughter left for Summer Camp, and immediately began to send home a plethora of heart-tearing letters and cards, five or six each day, imploring us to take her away; my son had some kind of fight with his best friend, to the point that they were no longer on speaking terms; and returning home one night, my wife hit a deer, who ran out in front of the car. The deer was killed, the car was left undriveable, and my wife sustained a small cut over one eye.

By the fourth day, the cat was prowling the basement, walking haltingly but impatiently between the stacks of books and comics, the boxes of mail and cassettes, of pictures and of gifts and of stuff. He mewed at me to let him out and, reluctantly, I did so.

He went back onto the porch, and slept there for the rest of the day.

The next morning there were deep, new gashes in his flanks, and clumps of black cat-hair -- his -- covered the wooden boards of the porch.

Letters arrived that day from my daughter, telling us that Camp was going better, and she thought she could survive a few days; my son and his friend sorted out their problem, although what the argument was about -- trading cards, computer games, Star Wars or A Girl -- I would never learn. The BBC Executive who had vetoed Lud in the Mist was discovered to have been taking bribes (well, 'questionable loans') from an independent production company, and was sent home on permanent leave: his successor, I was delighted to learn, when she faxed me, was the woman who had initially proposed the project to me before leaving the BBC.

I thought about returning the Black Cat to the basement, but decided against it. Instead, I resolved to try and discover what kind of animal was coming to our house each night, and from there to formulate a plan of action -- to trap it, perhaps.

For birthdays and at Christmas my family gives me gadgets and gizmos, pricy toys which excite my fancy but, ultimately, rarely leave their boxes. There is a food dehydrator and an electric carving knife, a bread-making machine, and, last year's present, a pair of see-in-the-dark binoculars. On Christmas Day I had put the batteries into the binoculars, and had walked about the basement in the dark, too impatient even to wait until nightfall, stalking a flock of imaginary Starlings. (You were warned not to turn it on in the light: that would have damaged the binoculars, and quite possibly your eyes as well.) Afterwards I had put the device back into its box, and it sat there still, in my office, beside the box of computer cables and forgotten bits and pieces.

Perhaps, I thought, if the creature, dog or cat or raccoon or what-have-you, were to see me sitting on the porch, it would not come, so I took a chair into the box-and-coat-room, little larger than a closet, which overlooks the porch, and, when everyone in the house was asleep, I went out onto the porch, and bade the Black Cat goodnight.

That cat, my wife had said, when he first arrived, is a person. And there was something very person-like in his huge, leonine face: his broad black nose, his greenish-yellow eyes, his fanged but amiable mouth (still leaking amber pus from the right lower lip).

I stroked his head, and scratched him beneath the chin, and wished him well. Then I went inside, and turned off the light on the porch.

I sat on my chair, in the darkness inside the house, with the see-in-the-dark binoculars on my lap. I had switched the binoculars on, and a trickle of greenish light came from the eyepieces.

Time passed, in the darkness.

I experimented with looking at the darkness with the binoculars, learning to focus, to see the world in shades of green. I found myself horrified by the number of swarming insects I could see in the night air: it was as if the night world were some kind of nightmarish soup, swimming with life. Then I lowered the binoculars from my eyes, and stared out at the rich blacks and blues of the night, empty and peaceful and calm.

Time passed. I struggled to keep awake, found myself profoundly missing cigarettes and coffee, my two lost addictions. Either of them would have kept my eyes open. But before I had tumbled too far into the world of sleep and dreams a yowl from the garden jerked me fully awake. I fumbled the binoculars to my eyes, and was disappointed to see that it was merely Princess, the white cat, streaking across the front garden like a patch of greenish-white light. She vanished into the woodland to the left of the house, and was gone.

I was about to settle myself back down, when it occurred to me to wonder what exactly had startled Princess so, and I began scanning the middle distance with the binoculars, looking for a huge raccoon, a dog, or a vicious possum. And there was indeed something coming down the driveway, towards the house. I could see it through the binoculars, clear as day.

It was the Devil.

I had never seen the Devil before, and, although I had written about him in the past, if pressed would have confessed that I had no belief in him, other than as an imaginary figure, tragic and Miltonion. The figure coming up the driveway was not Milton's Lucifer. It was the Devil.

My heart began to pound in my chest, to pound so hard that it hurt. I hoped it could not see me, that, in a dark house, behind window-glass, I was hidden.

The figure flickered and changed as it walked up the drive. One moment it was dark, bull-like, minotaurish, the next it was slim and female, and the next it was a cat itself, a scarred, huge grey-green wildcat, its face contorted with hate.

There are steps that lead up to my porch, four white wooden steps in need of a coat of paint (I knew they were white, although they were, like everything else, green through my binoculars). At the bottom of the steps, the Devil stopped, and called out something that I could not understand, three, perhaps four words in a whining, howling language that must have been old and forgotten when Babylon was young; and, although I did not understand the words, I felt the hairs raise on the back of my head as it called.

And then I heard, muffled through the glass, but still audible, a low growl, a challenge, and, slowly, unsteadily, a black figure walked down the steps of the house, away from me, toward the Devil. These days the Black Cat no longer moved like a panther, instead he stumbled and rocked, like a sailor only recently returned to land.

The Devil was a woman, now. She said something soothing and gentle to the cat, in a tongue that sounded like French, and reached out a hand to him. He sank his teeth into her arm, and her lip curled, and she spat at him.

The woman glanced up at me, then, and if I had doubted that she was the Devil before, I was certain of it now: the woman's eyes flashed red fire at me; but you can see no red through the night-vision binoculars, only shades of a green. And the Devil saw me, through the window. It saw me. I am in no doubt about that at all.

The Devil twisted and writhed, and now it was some kind of jackal, a flat-faced, huge-headed, bull-necked creature, halfway between a hyena and a dingo. There were maggots squirming in its mangy fur, and it began to walk up the steps.

The Black Cat leapt upon it, and in seconds they became a rolling, writhing thing, moving faster than my eyes could follow.

All this in silence.

And then a low roar -- down the country road at the bottom of our drive, in the distance, lumbered a late-night truck, its blazing headlights burning bright as green suns through the binoculars. I lowered them from my eyes, and saw only darkness, and the gentle yellow of headlights, and then the red of rear lights as it vanished off again into the nowhere at all.

When I raised the binoculars once more there was nothing to be seen. Only the Black Cat, on the steps, staring up into the air. I trained the binoculars up, and saw something flying away - - a vulture, perhaps, or an eagle -- and then it flew beyond the trees and was gone.

I went out onto the porch, and picked up the Black Cat, and stroked him, and said kind, soothing things to him. He mewled piteously when I first approached him, but, after a while, he went to sleep on my lap, and I put him into his basket, and went upstairs to my bed, to sleep myself. There was dried blood on my tee shirt and jeans, the following morning.

That was a week ago.

The thing that comes to my house does not come every night. But it comes most nights: we know it by the wounds on the cat, and the pain I can see in those leonine eyes. He has lost the use of his front left paw, and his right eye has closed for good.

I wonder what we did to deserve the Black Cat. I wonder who sent him. And, selfish and scared, I wonder how much more he has to give.

=ENDS=

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Neil Gaiman

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Dial Up - Sehun [M]

“Are you alone? I guess that’s what I’m getting towards.” Sehun said, and you could feel his smirk oozing through the speaker. The words themselves paralyzed you, and you didn’t want to admit that they made your core tighten.

“I’m at work, Shun, what are you getting at?”

“Phone sex.” He stated matter-of-factly, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “Duh.”

or the one where sehun and you have phone sex... at work

word count: 1.9k

contains phone sex, slight voyeurism, sex at work

Knee deep in editorials, you would certainly rather die than continue revising, rewriting, wash, rinse and repeating. The new intern at the firm was a little shit, doing the absolute minimum amount of work possible, which left you floundering to fix their lazy mistakes. You had already been so deep in helping them not lose your job, your own work wasn’t getting done.

Twirling the pen between your fingers, you blew a loose strand of hair out of your face, scanning the article for the next inevitable comma splice. Jesus, where did they get these interns, the local landfill? Reading this was driving you absolutely insane, you were one more misuse of ‘literally’ away from punching a staple through your brain. At least you were in the privacy of your own office that you’d be able to go in peace.

When your phone began buzzing, you welcomed it with ease. Normally one to ignore it and return to work, at this point you would rather die than continue editing. Any distraction was a good distraction.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby.” Sehun said, his voice deep and gravelly lilting from the speaker.  You could tell he was tired, stunned he was even calling you. A higher-up at a local law firm, he had finally been invited on a business trip to Japan. He was so excited, he hadn’t shut up about in months.

“Sehunnie.” You said, leaning back in your chair with a little smile. You had tried to leave him alone, knowing he would be busy trying to close this deal. “Are they keeping you busy over there?”

You heard Sehun groan slightly, and could imagine him rolling his eyes. “I’ve sat in on so many meetings at this point, I feel like my ass is moulded to the chair.”

You just giggled at his dramatic attitude, leaning your elbows onto the desk. Even through the walls, you could hear the incessant buzz of chatter, printer machine whirring, and the fax beeping non stop. It was the only thing preventing you from just relaxing into Sehun’s voice. “That sounds awful.”

“It really is, jagi.” Sehun sighed, and you could hear him rolling around. He must be back in his hotel room.

“What are you doing?” You asked, setting the pen down on your desk.

Sehun grumbled slightly, and you could hear the huskiness in his voice. “Laying in bed. Missing you.”

You rolled your eyes at that. Sehun was never one to be sappy, unless he wanted something, that is. You crossed your legs slightly, lips pursing. “Are you now?” You smirked.

“Mmhm.” Sehun said, his voice extra low. “Where are you, baby?”

“In my office. I need to revise all the intern’s work, it’s driving me fucking-”

“Are you alone? I guess that’s what I’m getting towards.” Sehun said, and you could feel his smirk oozing through the speaker. The words themselves paralyzed you, and you didn’t want to admit that they made your core tighten.

“What are you getting at, Sehun?”

“Phone sex.” He stated matter-of-factly, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “Duh. Have you gotten stupid while I’ve been gone?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m at work, Sehunnie.” You coaxed.

“Hmph. I’ve heard that before, but we both know it ended with your pretty little ass being spanked over your desk.”

You clenched your eyes (and thighs) shut at the memory, but could feel your heart thudding at the thought. Locked doors, spanked and fucked over your own desk. You could practically feel Sehun’s large hands gripping your ass at the memory.

“God, I’d love to do that again, it’s been too long since I’ve had you around my cock.” Sehun groaned, and you could hear the muffled sound of him moving again, making you bite your lip. “Once I get home, I’m going to fuck you so hard, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

At that, you groaned, standing out of my chair quickly. ‘Jesus Sehun, why do you have to call me sounding so fucking sexy -” you muttered, speeding over to the door, before locking it swiftly. All you could think about at this point was Sehun too, his words always making you crave his body against yours.

“Did I just hear a lock?” He said, voice lilting upwards in excitement. “You’re down?”

You sighed quickly, spinning back around on your heels. “Yes, of course. What did you expect when you know how much I loved our workplace rendezvous last time.” You said, voice turning soft. You knew exactly what he liked.

“Don’t mean to derail us, but I haven't done this in a long time.” Sehun said quickly, chuckling. “I’m sure you don’t mind, do you babygirl?”

You shook your head quickly. “Neither have I Sehun-ah, I don’t even know how to begin.”

You could hear him breathing on the other end, painting his memory through your mind. Would he already be half-hard, a tent forming in his sweatpants? Was he even wearing pants?! His cheeks are certainly flushed, they always are when he’s horny. Even the thought of his flush made your knees swim, knowing it was only common in the bedroom.

“What are you doing now, baby?” Sehun asked, his voice growing lower by the second.

“I’m leant against the door. I can hear people outside.” You said, hushed. Sure enough, the high-heeled clicks of women passing by outside signalled that you were barely alone.

“You should probably make yourself comfortable baby. How about settling down on that desk of yours, real pretty?”

You instantly obeyed his command, submissive as all hell. With his dominating tone, it was impossible not to be. “I shouldn’t be doing this.” You muttered, clambering up to your desk quickly, before scooting onto it.

“But you are, so enjoy it.” Sehun said with a laugh. “What are you wearing?”

“That knit sweater you got me for christmas, you know the one?”

“Yeah, I know it.”

“And a black skirt. Pencil skirt, that is.” You said, hands running along the seams of it absentmindedly. “It’s a little tight though, even Kyungsoo commented on it.” You quipped, knowing that that would make Sehun insanely jealous. He knew you and Kyungsoo had a little fling a long time ago, but when Ky works just down the hall from you, Sehun tended to get… possessive, around him.

Sehun just hummed in response, his breathing going more lax. “Jesus baby, why do you wear those tight little things to work anyway? Fuck, I can imagine you in that fucking skirt, you shouldn’t be wearing that around Kyungsoo.”

You just hummed in response, fingers tracing up your thighs. “I’ll have to save it for you then?” I asked softly, smirk growing.

Sehun gulped on the other end. “Yeah, I want to see it as soon as I get back.”

You rolled your head back, clenching your legs together harshly. “Can’t wait, but enough about me Sehunnie, what are you wearing?”

“I just got back from a meeting about twenty minutes ago, I’m still in my suit.” Sehun said, leaning back into the pillows behind him. Even the thought of Sehun disheveled, splayed out with his hand fisting his own cock was making you wet.

“Fuck, it’s like you planned this call.” You said, licking your lips harshly.

“I’ve been waiting for this call all day, Y/N. Are you touching yourself for me yet?” “Do you want me to?”

“Of course.”

As soon as he said, your hand pulled up your skirt, heart thundering harshly. Immediately slipping a finger inside yourself, you bit back an audible moan, stifling it down the receiver, to Sehun’s enjoyment and arousal.

“Yeah, that’s what I like to hear. Does it feel good, baby?” He said, slowly starting to palm himself over his pants. The friction was nowhere near enough, but even the slightest motion made him groan, imagining your hands around his cock. He couldn't help from zipping down his fly, a sound you clearly heard.

You bit your lip, humming out a ‘mm-hm’ to him quietly. You could still hear the hustle and bustle of the world outside your door, but could only focus on Sehun’s heavy panting on the other end. “Are you touching yourself too?”

“Yeah, but I’m wishing it was you jerking my cock like this.” Sehun said, swirling the bead of pre-come down his shaft slowly. He was hard now, incredibly so, but only because he knew that you were on the end of the call. Tightening his grip, he let out a little whimper. “Fuck, wish you were here to suck me right now.” He moaned, knowing that your mouth would be so much more warm and soft than his hand.

You bit back a moan too, pushing another finger inside yourself. You fought to hit that spot, but you knew that Sehun’s thick, long fingers were much more skilled at making you come apart. “Shit, want you here, Sehun…” You whined, using your thumb to circle your clit. Each revolution sent your head reeling.

The sound of your whimpers were sent straight to Sehun’s cock, making him pummel it faster. His cock twitched, and he tightened his grip around it, willing himself to hold on longer. “Still fingering that tight little pussy of yours, baby?” Sehun asked, voice hoarse and breathless.

You matched his tone, fingers moving languidly inside yourself. “Yeah, but it’s not as good as when you do it.”

“Go faster, baby.”

Immediately, you adhered to his command, cursing slightly to yourself. As great as it felt, you knew it didn’t compare to him filling you up, bending you over and fucking the shit out of you. Nothing compared, really.

“I am Sehun, I’m going fast now.”

Sehun groaned, imagining you, spread eagle on your desk, fingering yourself to the thought of him. Shit, it was almost a dream come true, he thought, as his thumb circled the head of his cock, now flushed an angry shade of pink. “So am I baby, shit.” He moaned.

Your thumb circled your clit once, twice more harshly, making your hips jut upwards. “Shit, I think I’m close, Sehun.” You moaned quietly, praying that the phones ringing would drown out the noise you’re making.

“I’m about to come thinking about you wrapped around my cock baby, would you like that?”

Your head fell backwards at the thought of him, his thick girth filling you up as he pummeled into you quickly. It wasn’t hard to imagine, his hands had left so many bruises on your hips that you were surprised they weren’t permanent at this point. “I need it Sehun, I need you.” You whined, fingers moving faster.

You could hear Sehun panting on the other line. His hand was moving so quickly by now, it was practically a blur, the friction on his cock sending him reeling. “Jagi, I’m going to come.”

“Do it, baby.” you purred, listening to the other end as closely as ylou could.

On the other end, Sehun was a mess, hips snapping upwards in erratic, jagged motions. Dropping the phone, his now free hand gripped the pillow behind his head, as spurts of thick, white come were let loose, splattering onto his pants and tie. Eyes screwed tight, cheeks flushed, he could barely hear you on the other end.

You, however, were not much different than him. His deep, guttural groans sent you careening towards the finish line, fingers moving like lightning inside yourself, until you came with a harsh gasp. Tightening around yourself, you didn’t let your thumb stop tracing your clit until well after your orgasm had subsided.

“Jagi? Did you come?” Sehun asked, hoarse and breathless.

“Yeah, I did.” You said, your own voice thick and drowsy. “Shit, we should do this more often.”

“I completely agree.”

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