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schemin’ | myg (m) 08

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.

chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, boss/employee, sexual tension, infidelity, guilt, a lot of guilt from both parties, confessions confessions confessions, fuckass daniel, vaginal sex, unprotected sex ( wrap ! it ! up ! ), dirty talk, accidental voyeurism, kissing a lot of kissing, dom/sub, tension again yeah i know, a lot of swearing, unethical ig, bratty!reader, light choking?, minors DNI

category: series

wordcount: 9.5k

a/n: hope this chapter was worth waiting for 🩵🤭

— m.list & concept video

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chapter 8: do you want it?

“His ex-wife.”

•••

The moment that specific word leaves Namjoon’s mouth, your world stops spinning. Your feet slow down in pace until you’ve come to a complete stop. Your eyes idly watch his back as he continues walking, unknowingly enlarging the distance between the two of you whilst still babbling on about what he just told you, “You know how private he is so I shouldn’t even be telling you this.”

Namjoon doesn’t notice until he’s a few meters down the corridor. Not sensing you in his wake and not hearing your heels clicking against the tiles anymore, he turns his head over his shoulder to glance at you with a frown as he comes to a halt as well. “You good?”

Once his eyes glance into yours, you snap out of your trance. “What? Oh,” you mumble, “yeah, I’m fine,” you add. You shake your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts, forcing your legs forward as you start walking again, catching up to Namjoon.

You try to find the right words, careful to and hopefully not come across as a prier. “I didn’t know he used to be married.”

Namjoon thinks about his answer for a few seconds, trying to be equally as careful with his words. “Well, yeah,” he begins. “He’s very private. If you don’t even know his first name, what makes you think you’d know anything about his romantic history?” he chuckles, going with a safe joke to deter the conversation as he tucks his phone into his pocket.

A frown settles on your brows again. You decide to speak up, “I do know his first name.”

This time, Namjoon stops dead in his tracks. He slowly turns to you as your words process in his mind, you can literally see the gears in his head turning as his brows pinch together. “What?” he asks, attention fully on your face, seemingly trying to figure out whether you’re lying to him or not.

You subconsciously take a step back, a bit surprised by his sudden proximity. If you can smell his woody cologne, he’s definitely standing too close. “What?” you repeat, confused at why he’s confused.

“You know his first name?” His eyes squint at you, distrust etched onto his features. It seems like Namjoon wears his heart on his sleeve, unlike Yoongi, who is usually so damn hard to read.

You slowly nod, still confused at his reaction. “Yeah?”

He idly blinks at you for a few moments, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “Since when?” His legs start moving again, walking down the hall which forces you to copy him.

You still don’t know why he’s so surprised. You think about the time he told you back then, in your studio, when he first caught you watching the music video like the horny bitch you are. “Like… a week or three ago.”

“Did you Google it?” he speaks up again when the two of you finally reach the elevators. He glances at you when you don’t reply right away as he reaches out and presses the button next to the elevator door.

“…He told me himself.” you say in a questioning tone. Why was he acting like you were told the cure to an incurable disease?

The confusion and disbelief on his face turns to complete perplexity and denial. “He told you his name?” Namjoon repeats your words carefully, fully turning his body to you.

“Yeah– Why are you interrogating me?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just surprised,” he awkwardly chuckles as the elevator doors open. He motions for you to walk in first and you do. “Not many people know any personal details about him, not even his name. I found out two years after he signed me and he didn’t even tell me, I found out because he made me go fetch something with his credit card and I saw his name.”

Now it’s your turn to be surprised, clear in the way you say, “Oh?”

A smile tugs on the corners of his lips, his dimples poking holes in his cheeks as he leans against the opposite wall of you in the elevator. Your gaze shifts to the floor, avoiding eye contact with the giant in front of you.

The possibility he might see through you and realize there’s something more going on between you and Yoongi instantly rushes into your mind, palms already starting to get clammy.

“He must be really fond of you,” he says to you, the smile present even in his voice.

His words have barely registered in your brain before you snap your head up to look at him. “What? No.” You quickly shake your head in dismissal. “We were just having a deep conversation about how grateful I was that he saw my potential and for believing in me. He told me to call him Yoongi because I kept calling him boss. I guess he just wanted the conversation to be less awkward.”

He tilts his head to the side with a raised eyebrow, shaking his head slightly which causes his bangs to swing back and forth in his eyes, making him run his hand through his bleached locks. “You think none of his artists or employees have ever thanked him? No one else is here walking around calling him by his first name.”

Damn. You’re kinda dumb.

Just now realizing that?

Why hadn’t you thought of it like that?

You look away from Namjoon for a moment, eyes roaming the numbered buttons on the side as you think about what he just said for a moment. “I don’t know…”

“Right… Well,” he starts, “I think he likes you a lot. It’s not surprising, though. You’re a good person.”

Heartstab.

If only Namjoon knew what a messy bitch you really are.

You just weakly smile at him, not in the mood to go further into any unnecessary details.

•••

It’s time for you to head home for the day. It’s 8PM but there’s not much for you to do here. Once your Uber notifies you they’re outside, you start gathering your stuff, draping your jacket over your forearm and as you reach to shove your phone into your backpocket, your phone vibrates in your hand. You take a look at your phone screen.

[8:06PM]

from: Boss

Where are you

You stare at it with your eyes basically bulging out of their eye sockets. What is he thinking?

You take a moment before you reply, thumbs hovering over the keyboard of your phone as your legs move toward the door of your studio.

[8:08PM]

to: Boss

why

You aren’t going to jump at his every command anymore. The days of you acting delirious are over.

Soon enough, your phone buzzes again.

[8:09PM]

from: Boss

Because I asked?

Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you read the message, a mixture of panic and nervousness settling in your chest. He sounds pretty pissed off. Before you even type out the next message, you make sure you head out the door of your studio and down the corridor, hoping to God you don’t bump into him.

You don’t.

You wait until you’ve fully exited the building and entered the Uber you ordered before replying to him.

[8:12PM]

to: Boss

so?

You lock your phone as your Uber drives out of the building’s parking lot, allowing you to take a breather. As long as you were in the vicinity of that man’s company building you weren’t going to provoke him like that. Not anymore.

After a few minutes of no response, you check your phone just to be met with the little ‘read: 8:12PM’ letters under your last message.

Good. He needs to leave you the fuck alone.

He’s literally your boss, at least be professional.

He lost those privileges the moment he put his fingers on your pussy and his lips on your mouth.

You internally scream at the intrusive thoughts, wanting nothing more than for your imaginary angel and demon to just shut the fuck up as you rub your eyes with your palms, not caring that you’re messing up your eye makeup.

•••

The weekend passed pretty quickly and so, you wake up the next Monday, to an empty home. Daniel must have left earlier for work. Not thinking much of it, you start getting ready for work in silence. You aren’t even in the mood for breakfast.

After you’ve put your clothes on, brushed your teeth, applied your daily makeup and fixed your hair, you head into the hall to slide your shoes on.

As soon as you get notified by your Uber, you sling your purse over your shoulder and head out your front door.

Once you enter the company building, it’s quiet. There aren’t people walking around, there isn’t any sound coming from anywhere. You aren’t very used to it.

You slowly walk up to the elevators, still looking around the lobby in confusion. You fight the urge to rub your eyes and decide to just head to your floor. When you walk down the corridor to head into your studio, you take note that there aren’t any people in any studios either.

Now you’re really confused, is it Sunday? You hastily reach for your phone, checking the day, the very clear ‘Monday’ glaring back at you.

On cue, you get a text.

[9:19AM]

from: Namjoon

Yo wtf did you do?

Your heart flatlines for a few seconds. What is he talking about? Does he somehow know? Did Yoongi tell him? He wouldn’t, right? Was there some kind of hidden camera in Yoongi’s home office that he didn’t tell you about?

[9:19AM]

to: Namjoon

? what are u talking about?

You anxiously wait for him to reply as you push the door to your studio open.

[9:21AM]

from: Namjoon

You might wanna come to the practice room

Oh, no. Why the practice room? That’s where the biggest screen in the building is. Oh, no. No. Is this his way of retaliating?

You’re going to walk in and there’s going to be footage of Yoongi rubbing your pussy playing on the big screen in front of everyone.

Be serious. He’s an asshole but he wouldn’t do that.

You never know! Never trust men.

Your legs carry you to the elevators like they’re made of jelly. You don’t know how you made it there but the big door to the practice room is closed. It already scares you, the door to the practice room is always open. Always.

You reach for the door handle with a shaky hand and push the door open. The room is dark. All the lights are turned off. At least there isn’t footage of you being an unfaithful whore playing on the big screen, right?

Your hand reaches for the light switch and once you flick the light on, you watch as every single one of your coworkers jump out and loudly cheer ‘SURPRISE!’ at you.

You take a step back and press a hand against your chest where your heart is, a pleasant surprised smile on your face. Why were they surprising you? It wasn’t your birthday yet.

The speakers start blaring your unreleased music.

You feel a hand on both wrists and you turn to look at Namjoon and Daniel as they pull you to the center of the room. Your eyes almost bulge out of your eye sockets when you see Daniel in front of you.

Namjoon puts a party hat on your head and you’re still confused, shocked that Daniel is standing right next to you in the company building you work at but you’re laughing and smiling with the rest as Daniel twirls you, which makes everyone cheer again.

A tap on your shoulder makes you turn your head and glance over it. You make eye contact with none other than your boss, Min Yoongi.

He gives you a soft smile, tilting his head to the side as his eyes scan your face. “Congratulations on finishing your debut album, Y/N. You worked hard.” His eyes soften as he speaks to you, gentler than he ever had. “We wanted to throw you a pre-release party with just us.”

You stare up at him with big eyes, your bottom lip quivering. His hand reaches up and the pad of his index finger smears frosting to the tip of your nose, his gummy smile making an appearance. You really did not expect to get emotional today but tears prick in your eyes as everyone is cheering and dancing to your music and Agust D, your boss, a musician you look up to, the man you’ve had inexplicable feelings for, Min Yoongi is standing in front of you congratulating you for all your hard work.

You have no idea how they even contacted Daniel but for the first time, you’re actually happy that he’s here. To see your colleagues, to see the building you work in, to see why you love what you do.

A smile finally stretches onto your lips as you turn your back to Yoongi and loudly thank everyone over the music, blowing everyone a flying kiss, Seokjin-style.

•••

Even though hours have already passed, the party is still in full swing. You’re chatting with other people, others you have never even talked to before. You’d been talking and dancing with Daniel and one of the backup dancers named Hoseok. He’s super friendly and you’re bummed that you barely crossed paths with him despite working in the same building.

Once Hoseok is pulled aside by someone you assume is his co-dancer, your eyes involuntarily search for Yoongi’s. You finally spot him but he’s not looking at you. No, he’s chatting with someone in the corner. Your brows pinch together and you squint your eyes, trying to identify who the other person is.

Looks like Sarang.

Why is she even here? Ugh.

Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system but your feet start taking you toward them.

Alcohol? You had like 2 sips. Just say you want to cause trouble.

Are you crazy? What are you even going to say?

Daniel quickly catches up to you, a hand on your lower back. Yoongi’s eyes are immediately on you once you walk up and he narrows his eyes at you, straightening his back and clearing his throat.

You head straight for Sarang. “Hi,” you say, mischievous eyes glued to her. She turns her attention to you and she looks confused for a second before she smiles at you when she realizes who you are.

You hold out your hand for her to shake. “I’m Y/N,” you tell her and watch as she puts her own hand into yours. The glare of the massive diamond on her finger doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Yes, I know! Congratulations on finishing your debut album. I love your music!” she beams, nudging Yoongi. “I hope this geezer doesn’t make you work too hard.” The joke comes out like it’s their love language and you watch as Yoongi gives her a look which she pouts at. You do your best not to roll your eyes at the sappy scene in front of you.

“He’s a good boss,” you start, “He can be a bit of an asshole, though.” You shrug your shoulders, eyes shifting to Yoongi. You feel Daniel’s hand tense on your back. Should you really be talking about your boss like that?

Yoongi glances at you with a blank expression but you don’t pay much attention as you return your attention to her again. “So, what brings you here? Is the geezer giving you a hard time?” you say before you can even stop yourself, referring to how they’ve been talking for quite some time. There’s a clench in Yoongi’s jaw but he doesn’t comment on anything.

She nervously chuckles, her brows slightly pinching together at your words. “I’ve been trying to convince him to sign an aspiring artist. They’re really good but he’s stubborn,” she says, nudging him with her hip.

Ah. She’s the one that was recommending that up-and-coming artist to him, the one he was checking out when you went to go apologize to him that day. That’s why she’s been popping up around here.

“Oh, I wouldn’t take that personally. He said it took him weeks of coming to my battle rap shows before he finally decided I had potential,” you tell her with a chuckle, Yoongi’s chest puffing as he scoffs in your peripheral vision. “He thinks he’s some kind of Talent Whisperer.”

“Ah, really? I think he’s just very cautious on who he signs. Some people have taken advantage of his signature before,” she jokes in his defense, nudging him with her hip and you watch as he glances at her with a sheepish look on his face. You fight the urge to gouge out your eyes at the sappiness in front of you.

Their obnoxious proximity took over your thoughts which is why it takes you a second to process her words. You squint your eyes at her joke. Was she talking about their marriage contract or the artists under his label?

You force a smile onto your lips that doesn’t reach your eyes and say, “You’ll have to fill me in on that later on.” You pull your phone out of your pocket to check the time. 2:23PM.

Daniel takes out his phone and seems to be reading a message he just received before turning to you, reminding you that he’s been standing next to you all this time. “I gotta go,” he says in your ear, showing you his phone screen to allow you to read his work’s groupchat talking about how busy it’s getting.

He turns to Yoongi, “Agust D, I’m a big fan, man. Thanks for finding a way to get me to be a part of this celebration.” He holds his hand out to Yoongi and Yoongi takes it, shaking it with a polite yet forced smile. Daniel nods his head at Sarang, turns to you to press a peck to your lips before turning around and exiting the room.

It looks like Sarang wants to say something but you hear a loud voice cutting her off. “Y/N,” Yoongi says sternly. You glance up at him with an innocent look in your eyes for a few seconds before he abruptly turns and walks away, confident that you’ll follow him. You watch as he exits the practice room and you’re quickly following him, abandoning the conversation with his ex-wife.

You watch as he’s walking down the corridor and disappears once he turns a corner. You pick up your pace and once you’ve reached the corner, a hand on your bicep pulls you into a small room.

You quietly gasp as you’re pulled in. You hear the door being slammed shut and before you know it, you’re being pushed back until your bum is pressed up against a desk with a pair of hips wedged in between your legs. It’s dark but the light peeking through the blinds is enough to make out a bit. You look up at him, your hand instantly pressed up against his firm chest as he stares down at you, a frown on his brows.

“What is it now? I give you a party and you’re still out here running your damn mouth?” Yoongi grumbles, pushing you further back onto the desk.

A small apologetic pout creeps onto your lips. “It seems like you only pay attention to me when I’m being like this.”

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head at your ridiculousness. “You’ve been acting a fucking fool and my patience is running thin, Y/N.”

Your shoulders defeatedly slouch, glancing up at him through your lashes. “I know. I’m sorry,” you say as you innocently blink up at him, “sir.”

He thinks about his answer for a second, his head slightly tilting to the side as he stares you down. “All that attitude when I asked you where you were. I wanted to fucking destroy you.”

You suck your lips in, kissing your teeth with a loud smack. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I did it.”

“You’re such a damn brat,” he groans, throwing his head back in exasperation, your eyes watching the way his beautiful black locks bounce.

You pucker your lips, a rebuttal instantly taking over your mind and you think about whether you want to say it.

Unfortunately, the words come out anyway. “I may be a brat but at least I’m not a loser. I mean who lets their ex-wife walk around with the ring they gave her? Seems to me like she digs a bit of gold.”

His stern frown turns into an agitated scowl, his eyes searching your face for something. You quickly realize he’s trying to figure out who told you he’d been married in the past. You move your fingers up to your lips and motion that your lips are sealed.

He narrows his eyes at you, being able to see right through you. “Namjoon,” he grumbles in realization.

You look around the room, trying to appear unbothered. “You said it, I didn’t tell you.” You shrug your shoulders at the fact he figured it out so quickly.

He inhales deeply through his nose and exhales through his mouth, trying to control his frustration. “It’s not the ring I gave her. She got remarried.”

Your head slowly turns to him, your mouth in an ‘o’ shape. Guilt starts seeping into your stomach. Well, you hadn’t really considered that possibility yet. “Uh,” you say before you clear your throat. “When did you get divorced?”

His eyes shift to the side as he thinks about his answer for a few seconds. “About 3 years ago.”

You raise your brows in surprise, your hand still firmly pressed up against his chest. “Her spouse is okay with her asking her ex-husband for favors?”

“Your boyfriend is okay with you having another man in between your thighs?” He shoots right back, his eyes glancing down at your groins pressed together before peeking back up at you. This shuts you up instantly, making you glare at him as a scowl forms on your face.

He quietly sighs before adding, “She’s in an open marriage. Her spouse couldn’t give a fuck about what she does.”

The frown returns to your face at the new information, ignoring the stinging in your chest and the burning in your throat. “Are you still in love with her?”

He blankly stares at you for a few moments before answering, “If I was still in love with her, she’d still be my wife,” he says with an air of confidence and you can’t help but want to believe him.

“Besides, I have no interest in her. I have my eyes set on someone else.”

A lump forms in your throat.

Is he referring to you? Is he referring to someone else? You can’t tell. You don’t want to assume and look like an even bigger fool. You look to the side for a few moments, deciding to just ignore his vague confession before your mind travels back to the fact that Sarang is in an open marriage.

You have to stop your eye from twitching at the thought of her. “I bet she just wants you to fuck her again.” Your words are coated with bitterness and you instantly regret it, you literally have a boyfriend. You have no damn right to be jealous and even if Sarang wasn’t in the picture, Yoongi isn’t yours. And he probably won’t ever be.

His onyx eyes stare you down for a moment before responding, “Who said I haven’t already?”

The lump in your throat shoots up into your mouth, unleashing an imaginary bag of sand onto your tongue, drying out your mouth. You blankly blink at him as your mind starts racing. The mischievous look in his eyes makes you unsure whether he’s actually telling the truth or just trying to rile you up.

Of course he has already fucked her. She’s gorgeous, so tall and so toned. Who wouldn’t fuck her?

You look away from him with a huff.

“Ah, you don’t like that, do you?” he purrs, bringing his hands to rest them against the desk on each side of your hips as he leans forward, his hard chest pressed into yours. “You want all of my attention, huh?” His gaze trails down to your pouty lips. “Like I said. Greedy.”

You scoff as you turn your face to him again, looking up at him with a defiant glint in your pretty eyes. “Well, how can I not be? You said whatever I want, I get,” you mumble, gaze trailing to his plump lips too before back to his eyes, “and I want you.”

He loudly groans at your words and drops his forehead against your shoulder. “What are you doing to me?” he mumbles, turning his head slightly so his breath hits the crook of your neck.

You freeze at the proximity of his face once again, holding your breath in anticipation. “What do you mean?”

“You just,” he pauses, “make me act in ways that I never have before.” He doesn’t move his head, his lips dangerously close to the skin of your neck. “Really? Offering to be the actor in your fucking music video?” he grumbles as he buries his face deeper into the crook of your neck, his lips finally brushing against your skin softly which makes you shiver. “What the fuck was I thinking?”

You try to keep your bottom lip from quivering as he continues, “I regretted those words the moment they left my fucking mouth.” His profanities are awakening something demonic inside of you.

Not demonic, just me.

Shut up.

His proximity causes you to process his words a bit slower, so it takes you a few moments to respond. “You regretted being in the music video with me?” you quietly ask him as you look down at his groin nestled in between your thighs.

“Yeah. In a way,” he mumbles, still not looking at you.

You roughly bite down on your bottom lip, not sure if you’re ready to even hear this confession. “I thought you’d do anything for your artists.”

“I would. But don’t you think I have a list of contacts ready to do whatever I ask of them at my disposal?” He lifts his head off your neck, finally finding your eyes. “Don’t you think I could’ve called someone who would’ve been ready to shoot with you 10 minutes after the original actor bailed?”

Your brows furrow in annoyance with yourself. You hadn’t thought of that.

“I offered to be in your music video because,” he starts, “…Because I wanted to be. And the moment I realized that,” he pauses as he shakes his head. “Felt like I was losing my damn mind.”

“Yoongi,” you say sweetly as you reach up to cup his face with both hands but he isn’t finished talking.

“Let me speak,” he says, sternly. He reaches out to play with the shell of your ear. “Always dismissing you because I wanted you in ways that was just inappropriate. I’m your boss, I can’t be doing that.” The way he’s talking makes you think you gave him some kind of identity crisis.

“But you kept showing up right outside my studio with that pretty face, looking at me with those eyes, fuck. Like you wanted to break me, like you wanted to see how far you could push me until I got to my limit,” he says, his eyes flickering with something you can’t put your finger on. “And I’m at my limit.”

You notice how serious he is and this is something that’s been on his mind a lot, so you get the urge to make light of the situation by joking. “I always thought you hated me,” you quietly chuckle, your hands gently rubbing his chest through his black dress shirt.

But nothing can prepare you for the words that come out of his mouth next.

“You’d be right.”

What?

Oop. Smack cam.

You scrunch your brows together, your head leaning forward as if you didn’t hear him correctly and your hand stops rubbing him, freezing right over his heart. “What?”

“I hated you,” he confesses, his blank stare is solid and you can’t make out whether he’s joking or not.

It’s quiet for a moment. Your eyes blink at him in confusion, lips twitching before you speak up. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” He nods his head like he just casually told you it’s going to rain later today.

You sit there for a moment, processing his words. Simply put, you’re flabbergasted.

He must’ve noticed the switch in your demeanor so he adds, “Let me rephrase.” He snaps you out of your thoughts, “I hated you as Agust D.”

You scoff, “That doesn’t clarify shit, dickhead.”

His eyes squint at the name, his fingers grazing the shell of your ear down to your earlobe. “As your boss, I hated you. You were so impulsive, loud-mouthed, opinionated, shameless, bratty, unpredictable.”

The frown on your eyebrows doesn’t let up and you don’t have any rebuttals because he’s right. You just didn’t know he thought of you like that.

“But as me, as Yoongi,” he starts, “I fucking loved all of it.”

You tilt your head to the side, utter confusion still on your face as you try to make sense of what he’s telling you. Agust D? Yoongi? Isn’t he the same damn person?

Dumbass. He’s telling you as your boss, you’re everything he hates in an employee.

But you’re everything he loves in a woman.

He chuckles at how animated you are. “I was so intrigued by you. I’d never met someone like you before and it was a breath of fresh air. Lured me straight into your little trap, didn’t you?” A smirk climbs onto his lips as his eyes catch the quiver in your bottom lip.

You’re speechless at this confession, has he really felt like this about you all this time?

His fingers come down from your earlobe to rub your bottom lip, wiping off some of your gloss. “Had to fight the urge to smile whenever you did something out of line because it was just so expectedly unexpected.”

You’ve stayed pretty much quiet throughout this whole confession, except for the few times you asked to clarify because you’re just trying to process what he’s saying. It looks like he’s finally gathered his thoughts so he opens his mouth again after several moments of unbearable silence, the distant booming of your unreleased music in the background.

“Do you want it?”

Your eyes go big as you look at him, his lips still parted from the words that just left his mouth. He doesn’t need to be specific. You know what he’s asking of you. You think about answering his question with full honesty but you don’t let yourself forget about your relationship.

“But Danie–”

“I don’t give a fuck about Daniel,” he snaps, “I don’t care about morals, about being caught, about Sarang. I don’t fucking care. Just tell me. Do you want it?”

And in this moment, the world has stopped spinning. You’re frozen in time, at least that’s what you think until Yoongi tilts his head to the side. His intense eyes stare you down, but there isn’t anything on his face that indicates what he thinks about the situation.

Finally you find it, your voice that fled your throat and left you stranded, left you for dead the moment he told you he doesn’t fucking care about the outcome.

You try your best to stimulate your saliva glands, in hopes to gather the saliva in your mouth onto your tongue and swallow it down, an attempt at relieving your excruciatingly dry throat. “...Yeah.”

“Then come get it.”

Before you know it, it’s you that lunges at him. You’ve pressed your lips against his, hands instantly moving up to tug on his beautiful hair. His hands move up to your waist, his hips rutting against your core making you moan into his mouth.

He takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth and fuck, how you’ve missed the taste. His fingers on your waist dig into your skin through your clothes as he pulls you closer to him like he’s scared to let go, your hands cupping the back of his neck as he squeezes your waist.

Your hand reaches for his belt and it makes him chuckle into your mouth, “Are you sure?” he sincerely asks you as he pulls away, watching as your hands unbuckle his belt with the speed of 57 cheetahs.

“Don’t ask me stupid fucking questions,” you grumble at him as you unzip his pants, just enough for his clothed erection to peek through.

“Hey.” He grabs you by the jaw, making you halt in your movements and look up at him, your pretty lashes kissing your brows. “It’s not because I’ve let you run your bratty fucking mouth before, that I plan on letting you do whatever you please now. You’ve got no fucking discipline.”

You stare at him with innocent eyes, fear and excitement seeping into your chest and stomach. You can’t help it, you love provoking him. You love that he crossed the line with you. That you’re the one that pushed his boundaries.

“What are you waiting for, then?” you snap back at him, ready to take on whatever lesson of discipline he has for you.

He squints his eyes at you, his lips in a thin line and his eyebrows in an angry frown. He drops his hand from your jaw to your throat and gives you a look, asking for permission. You simply nod as you wrap your own hand around his wrist to place it higher up your throat, encouraging him to do whatever he pleases.

He grunts as he slams his hips into yours, his erection grinding into the seam of your jeans. “You piss me the fuck off,” he grunts, his words causing a moan to erupt from your throat again.

He pulls you forwards by your throat, pressing his soft lips against yours again in a needy kiss. With a tilt of his head, his other hand slides even further back on the desk which makes him lean more into you.

You hold his face close, your own tongue exploring his mouth. A quiet moan leaves his mouth, allowing you to swallow it down. You wrap your legs around his waist, trapping his groin against yours.

The making out goes on for a while and you can swear you’ve soaked through your panties and jeans. Your moans and grinding get louder, needier, hotter.

Yoongi is the first to pull away to try and catch his breath, forehead pressed against yours. Your eyes trail down to his swollen lips, reddened by the intensity of your steamy make out session.

Your impulsiveness strikes once again as your lips part to speak up, “I want to get fucked by you, Yoongi.”

He leans his head back to study your face, the hand on your throat moving down to grip your waist as a breathy ‘fuck’ leaves his mouth. He licks his lips, eyes absentmindedly looking to the side for a few seconds as he thinks about your words for a moment.

He glances back at you before his gaze drops to his erection peeking through his unzipped fly, a wet patch on his boxers on display for your thirsty eyes. “I don’t have any protection on me.”

You shake your head. “I really don’t fucking care.”

He tilts his chin up, staring you down with hooded eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Are you not clean?” you ask him, wishing you’d said it in a less snarky tone.

He pauses as he gives you a contemplating look, his hand leaving your waist to scratch behind his head with an air of awkwardness. “I am, but I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you.”

You shake your head again. “I don’t think that,” you tell him, not missing the way his eyes flicker with relief.

He doesn’t say what he wants to say and just tucks his fingers into the hem of your jeans, making you lift your ass off the wooden surface to slide them down your legs, leaving it pooling around one ankle.

He glances up at you, his penetrating gaze already making you feel naked. His black pools of lust, that are his eyes, never leave yours but your attention is drawn to his lips when he slowly licks them, tongue swiping along his bottom lip from left to right. Then, he starts shaking his head in disapproval.

Your heart implodes in your chest at the movement.

Is he regretting it? Was he baiting you? Is someone in here that just witnessed all of this?

You choke out, “What?”

“Your bratty fucking face.” Is all he says when he pulls you off the desk and turns you around by your waist, shoving you onto the desk and bending you over it. You yelp out in surprise, cheek pressed into the wooden surface and your hands pressed against the desk on either side of your breasts.

“Can’t even look at it or I’ll get even more pissed,” he grumbles as he grinds his erection into your ass from the back, the only thing separating your sexes are your panties and his boxers, his pants still loosely around his hips. He grunts as he grinds into you, his dick rock hard against the curve of your asscheeks.

A lewd moan spills from your pretty lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you push back into his hips, searching for even more friction. You’re a mess, you can’t even form a coherent sentence as you reach back and try to tug your panties off.

The hem of your panties only make it past your ass when a sharp sting spreads through your right asscheek. “Ow!” you squeal, soon realizing he just spanked you as you glance over your shoulder at him for a few seconds before dropping your head onto the desk again.

“You’ve got no fucking discipline, for fuck’s sake.” His voice is so sultry, it has you thinking heinous thoughts. He rubs over the spot he just spanked before bringing his hand down again, full force, watching the skin of your ass jiggle from the impact and it makes you yelp again. “Fuck,” he breathes quietly, rubbing your asscheek again.

“You have no idea how–” he starts but abruptly cuts himself off. It makes you look over your shoulder at him again, confusion etched onto your face as you search his eyes for an explanation.

“Nevermind,” he mumbles.

“How long you’ve wanted to do that?” Your words are slow as they leave you, an attempt to continue his sentence and urge him to correct you if wrong.

He quietly sighs as he glances at you and mumbles, “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you wanna say that?” you quietly ask, noticing the shift in his attitude.

He continues to rub your ass, big hands kneading the soft skin before he tugs your panties back up your ass. “Because I’m your boss and I feel guilty.”

“Didn’t you just say you didn’t care about morals or being my boss,” you chuckle, poking fun at the situation.

“Shut the fuck up.” His words instantly shut you up.

You gasp as there’s a sudden pressure against your pussy and you quickly realize it’s the head of his dick sliding up and down your clothed slit. “I was waiting for the moment you were okay with crossing that line.” His hand reaches up to your hair, grabbing a fist full of it but he doesn’t yank on it.

He tucks his finger along the side of your panties, pushing them to the side to expose your leaking sex to him. “Then I would know you were 100% on board,” he grunts as he runs a finger up your wet slit, bringing it to his lips as he sucks it off his finger before he pushes his dick into you, a gasp leaving your lips at the intrusion.

“Yoon–!”

“Shut the fuck up when I’m talking,” he says as he spanks you again, earning a pretty moan from you. “I know you said it that day in my office but I still didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. But I had to fight the urge to come to you every single day,” he grunts loudly once he’s nestled deep inside of you, “and whenever you came, I had no choice but to dismiss you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the burning stretch, sweat forming on your back as you bite into your bottom lip to keep yourself from screaming out loud. “Because I was minutes away from absolutely fucking defiling you.” His words are still filled with profanities, his dirty mouth could make you come undone right now.

“Then defile me,” you quietly whimper, pressing your cheek hard against the surface of the desk the moment he lets go of your hair. He hasn’t started moving inside of you, so there’s nothing else you can focus on than the confessions spilling from his mouth and the burn in your walls.

“Oh, I fucking will,” he mumbles as he reaches for your arms and bends them at the elbows so he can press them into your back, leaving you completely and utterly powerless. A hiss leaves your mouth as he slowly starts thrusting into you.

With your arms pinned back and your lower body caged between his hips and the desk, you have no choice but to take it. And there’s absolutely nothing you want more.

“Yoongi,” you whimper. The way the ridges and curve of his dick rub against your walls so damn well sets every single one of your nerve endings alight.

“You like that?” he grunts quietly. His grip on your arms is so tight and almost painful, but the moans that are spilling from his lips makes you not care at all. He picks up the pace of his thrusts, causing goosebumps to pop out of your skin. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“I wanna taste you again so bad,” His voice gets angrier as he fucks into you, the head of his dick rubbing along your slick walls like it was made to do that. “You taste way too good for a fucking brat.”

Loud moans spill from your mouth, the sound of skin slapping is everywhere, the gushing sound proof of your arousal. You don’t know what’s making your eyebrows scrunch together, being fucked or listening to his words, or both. How does he know exactly what you like?

“Y/N,” he loudly groans as you clench around him. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he mumbles under his heavy breath as he shakes his head, his movements not matching what he’s saying as he continues to pound into your asscheeks, your hip bones slamming into the edge of the desk and the skin of your ass recoiling against his hips with every thrust. “Tell me to stop.”

He lets go of your arms and leans over you, chest pressed into your back. He presses a kiss to the back of your ear, a hand sneaking around to grasp your throat. You prop yourself up on your elbows, arching your back as he gently tugs on your throat from the back.

“No,” you say breathlessly, earning a groan from him as he continues to bruise your hips by slamming them into the wooden desk in front of you.

“Tell me to stop,” he repeats with a soft moan, lips grazing the shell of your ear, the pounding of his hips getting rougher by the second.

“No,” you repeat, one hand of yours coming up to wrap around the wrist of his hand that’s still wrapped around your throat, showing him you want nothing more than for him to keep going and not let go of you.

He simply grunts in response, hips still snapping into your ass as you whimper and quietly cry out under his weight, balls slamming into your clit with every thrust.

“Fuck, you have no idea how fucking bad I’ve wanted you.” He presses a kiss to your jaw, licking at it right after as if it’s hard for him to not mark you.

“You probably say that to all the employees you sleep with,” you whimper, brattiness returning full force.

At that, his thrusting comes to an abrupt halt. You look over your shoulder and his face is so damn close to yours, glaring right at you.

“I’ve never fucked any of my employees. Did you not hear a single thing I just said?” The frown on his brows is proof he’s being serious. You were just provoking him, though.

“I did. You just shouldn’t make it so easy to piss you off.” You can barely finish your sentence when he pulls out of you and yanks you up by your biceps, turning you around by your waist. You gasp softly at the sudden change in strength when he pushes you back onto the desk, this time on your bum and with your legs spread, like before.

He wedges himself in between your thighs and shoves himself right back into you, earning a yelp from you as you throw your head back at the intrusion once again. He takes this opportunity to reach out and wrap his hand around your throat again, squeezing it softly. Tears prick in your eyes at the delicious burn in your walls but he doesn’t seem to care, he just starts fucking into you like he hates you.

“I need to look at your bratty fucking face when you cum.” His other hand reaches down to rub circles on your clit with his thumb, the single action making you dizzy.

“Fuck!” you whimper, sitting up right on one asscheek while you hold your other leg up in the air next to you. “I’m gonna–” you cry out as he continues to rub small, consistent circles on your attention-seeking clit, your eyes shifting down to where the both of you are connected, watching intently as he disappears inside of you.

“I know, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. His own orgasm must be approaching him because the soft moans spilling from his lips directly into your ear pushes you straight over the edge. He leans back a bit to be able to look at your face, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he commits the sight to memory.

Your entire body shakes as bliss takes over, heat bursting in your core and trailing through your veins to the very tips of your fingers and toes. Yoongi’s fingers and hips never falter in speed and precision, making you see every single celestial body in the universe on the back of your eyelids every time you try to blink your tears away.

His name leaves your mouth in a chorus of moans, your hands squeezing his biceps almost painfully, which you only realize when he hisses.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles as he leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, a stark contrast to the rough pounding of his hips into yours.

He curses quietly. “Shit, I’m gonna cum,” His breathing is getting heavier and his hips start stuttering, wordlessly letting you know he’s seconds away from his own orgasm.

You don’t even have to think about an answer, “Then cum,” you mumble against his lips, cupping his neck, your fingers draping over the back of his neck.

“Where–”

“Cum wherever you want,” you say before licking into his mouth, a low grunt rumbling in his chest before he pulls out just in time as white ropes instantly shoot all over your sex and inner thighs, missing your pushed-aside panties by a hair. The sensation of his warm load covering your skin has you clenching around nothing, already missing how full he made you feel.

He’s trying to catch his breath, his neck glistening with sweat and his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Unfortunately for him, you can’t stand the empty feeling.

“Y/N,” he moans as you take his dick into your hand, aiming it at your sex as you pump him some more to milk him of every last drop, letting him cum all over your pussy. His eyes are squinted, his gaze glued to your cum-covered cunt. “You’re so fucking filthy.” His hips thrust into your hand and you stare up at him as he’s riding out his orgasm. He’s so beautiful.

Curses and your name continue to fall from his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut. You rub the tip of his dick between your folds, watching as he winces when you guide him back into your wetness until he’s completely buried inside but he doesn’t make any efforts to stop you.

Your hands move up to his shoulders and then drop to his chest, your eyes innocently greeting him when he opens his eyes after he’s come down from his high. “Damn. That was so fucking g–”

The door creaks open.

And now you wake up!

Nope… You’re still here.

Your heart drops straight into your ass as the both of you turn your head to look at the intruder. Thankfully, the person only has a sideways view of your bodies, allowing your sexes to be shielded from their view by your thigh.

“Where the hell is my– Oh.” Namjoon’s voice rings in your ears like he’s inside of your head and your hand flies up to your lips, shielding your agape mouth as he flicks on the lights. “Oh.” The second time he says it, his tone is just realization personified.

For the few seconds that Namjoon stands there, he looks confused, surprised, amused, all of it at once as his eyes flicker between the two of you for a moment before giving a curt nod, turning off the lights, exiting and closing the door behind him.

You turn to look at Yoongi with shock on your face, but you’re greeted with a smug expression on his face, one that you would love to smack right off. “Why would you not lock the door?!” you screech, your hand moving up to flick his forehead.

“Ow!” He rubs his forehead where you flicked him, a pout on his swollen lips. He looks pretty cute like this. “I didn’t think anyone would leave the party to go snooping around!” he says, the words coming out high-pitched.

You can’t help but find him adorable at this moment. This is definitely Yoongi and not your mighty boss. You don’t let it show though, as you rub your hairline to gather some of the sweat. “Fuck. What if he tells?”

“Namjoon? Be happy it was Namjoon.” He shakes his head at what seems an outrageous thought to him. “He knows my darkest secrets. I trust him with my life.”

You tilt your head to the side, taking the info in. “So, he’s like… your best friend?” For some reason, associating the term best friend with Agust D makes no sense in your head.

“No.” He tilts his head as he dabs the back of his hand into the side of his neck in an attempt to dry some of his sweat. “He’s like my brother.”

“Well, your brother just saw you balls deep inside of his coworker.”

He winces as you say those words, which makes a mischievous giggle leave your mouth but you soon wince too when he slowly pulls out of your pussy. You’d completely forgotten his dick was still nestled inside of you, almost as if it felt natural to have him inside of you.

He slowly tucks his dick back into his boxers, careful not to stain his clothes as he zips his pants back up. His eyes scan the room, searching for something. “Wait here,” he mumbles before disappearing behind the door.

You quietly sigh to yourself, eyes glancing down at your sex that’s completely covered in your boss’ cum, not to mention someone else’s desk you defiled with your slick and your boss’ sperm.

You’re a cheating whore and some random desk is what you’re worrying over?

You wince at your imaginary angel’s words and your imaginary demon doesn’t seem to have a rebuttal. Well, why would it? Your angel is right.

The door creaks open again and it’s Yoongi, returning with a box of wet wipes and a roll of toilet paper. He closes the door behind him and flicks on the lights, walking up to you and hunching over, face leaning into your sticky pelvis.

You intently watch as he gently wipes your sex clean with the wet wipes, leaving a kiss on your pelvic bone before he tucks your panties back into place. He helps you up and helps you get dressed, wordlessly fixing your hair and makeup for you.

You just watch as he gently cups your cheek, his face deep in concentration as he wipes under your bottom lashes, tongue darting out at the corner of his mouth in concentration.

You’re reminded of the time he did this back in his home office.

“You know,” you start, “you’re always acting like an asshole but you’re just a big softie at heart,” you say as you stare at him with doe eyes, knowing how much he loves those eyes of yours.

His piercing gaze drapes of your face, intensely staring into your eyes for a moment before returning his attention to fixing your face. He doesn’t say anything to that and your lungs implode with worry, mind racing at the possibility your words came out wrong.

You want to backtrack. “I mean, like… you’re just so–”

“I know.” He cuts you off, his voice monotoned. You swallow at the attitude change and bite down on your lip, your hand grabbing a fistful of his blazer to pull him closer.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” You tug on his blazer to get his attention, your other hand rubbing his chest gently.

“How did you mean it?” he says indifferently, eyes now focused on your hair as he tries to fix it.

You tilt your head slightly, wanting him to look into your eyes and he does. You take a breath before you speak, “That most times I want to jump your bones but now I think you’ve very cute.”

He narrows his eyes at your words and you see his ears turning a bright shade of crimson in real time.

“Oh, my God. You’re blushing,” you coo as you rub the shell of his ear with your thumb before he grunts in his signature grumpy tone and slaps your hand away.

“Let’s go back to the party before anyone suspects us,” he grumbles as he cleans the desk with the remaining tissue, slapping your ass to get you to hop off and you do.

You land on your feet as you adjust your clothes again, looking over your shoulder at him. He throws the tissues away in the garbage can somewhere in the back of the room before he brushes past you and reaches out to the door handle.

Before you can stop yourself, you grab onto his blazer when he reaches out to open the door. He turns to look at you with a raised eyebrow as you tug him back toward you. “What is it?” he asks, letting himself stumble back a bit by your pull.

“Can you kiss me before we go back? I don’t know when I’ll get to kiss or see you again,” you say quietly, nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you await his response, pretty lashes fluttering at him.

He stares at you in silence for a few seconds before he wordlessly fulfills your request. He brings his hands up, cupping your face as he closes in on your face and gently presses his lips to yours. The sweet kiss is a stark contrast to what he just did to you in the middle of a dimly lit room during work hours.

His soft lips moving against yours has you thinking your knees could give out any moment, so you desperately hold onto his blazer.

He slowly pulls back and opens his eyes as he stares into yours for a moment, “You’ll get to kiss me again when I leave with you in about,” he pauses as his gaze shifts to the silver Rolex around his left wrist, “half an hour to fuck you on every single piece of furniture in my home.”

And with that, he turns in one swift motion, pulls the door open and walks out of the room without another word.

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in her goddess era

Was doing some background research on Irish/Scottish tree mythology for the fanfic I’m writing. I am so obsessed with how perfectly the wand woods make sense!

Tom = yew and phoenix feather, letter = ‘iodhadh’, winter solstice (divination, death and rebirth, graveyards, the oldest trees in Britain, can be thousands of years old since they can regenerate themselves and are practically immortal, every part of the tree is poisonous, used to make medieval English and Scottish longbows)

Harry = holly and phoenix feather, letter = ‘tinne’, july-august (protection, sacrifice, hope, the spiny leaves act as mini-conductors which protect the tree from lightning and believed to ward off evil spirits, berries are poisonous to humans but not birds)

I’m obsessed with SanSan

Smoker and his children.... A silly lil au I came up with.... I love them,.....m,smdjjwjsjwosk....

I just started watching Derry Girls and oh my god it is SO good!!!! I started watching it 2 days ago and I’m already on season 2 episode 3, it’s literally addictive

You know the Six of Crows obsession is bad when your science teacher is talking about how it’s hard to get inside the cell membrane but it’s easier to get out and your first thought is “omg just like the Ice Court!! I wonder if there are molecules like the Crows who are there for a heist?”. I think I need psychiatric help, this cannot be normal

I think I'm obsessed

I can’t leave a review on Ko-fi so I’m PUTTIN IT HERE!

If you’re a fan of Undertale AUs please go check out @hiro-doodlez ‘s ko-fi page! Their art style is so unique and I’m screaming over these charms. They’re so large and shiny. Plus, the design is sandwiched between acrylic so it can’t scratch off! They’re perfect!! I’m so happy to have them on my bag <3

Hiro, you da best!