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hysteria-things · 26 days

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PLEASE MAKE A MEET AND GREET PART 2

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ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you miss matt like crazy, and can’t help but to send a dirty photo to him…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, suggestive, masturbation (female), there might be more idk

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 751

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i swear ghost and BFB part two will be coming soon🫡

thank you for 2.6K btw i love you all very much :)

texting your celebrity crush is like what happens in movies or wattpad, but the fact that you're doing just that still blows your mind. however, it's not as mindblowing when you had sex with said celebrity crush three days ago.

biting your lip, you giggle and tap on your phone like there's no tomorrow.

“are you even watching the movie? you seem to be more intrigued with your phone instead.” hannah says, leaning to the coffee table to grab the remote and pause the TV. “you’re never so glued to your phone. is it a boy? do i know him? what does— is that a hickey?”

pausing mid-type, you place your phone down and try to cover the healing hickey on your neck with your hair. “…no.”

“oh my god, it so is!” she gasps, smiling wide. “who the hell are you fucking? is it the person you're texting? when did it happen?”

“you ask a lot of questions, you know that?” you joke, trying to maneuver this conversation.

“y/n, come on. i’m your best friend. best friends tell each other everything.”

you sigh. she’s right, you guys do tell each other everything. clearing your throat and fidgeting with your hands, you try to find words to explain the recent events in your life.

“so… remember when i went to the bathroom at the sturniolo’s tour? and left you standing outside for an hour?”

she rolls her eyes. “yeah.”

“what if i told you that i actually didn’t go to the bathroom, and matt snuck me on the tour bus and… bentmeoverthetableandfuckedtheshitoutofme?”

she looks at you with eyebrows furrowed, confused as hell. “what?”

you exhale. “matt bent me over the table and may or may not have fucked the shit out of me?”

her face now morphs to shock, trying to read your body language to see if you’re lying. “what the fuck? is that why you came out limping and looking like you got manhandled?”

“yes.”

she blinks, shaking her head to take in this sudden information. “was the dick at least good?”

biting your lip, you nod. “duh.”

“hello?” you say innocently into the phone, running your hand from your stomach into your underwear.

matt’s leaning against the wall in a hallway that the venue has, far away so nobody can see nor hear him. “hi, y/n.” he chuckles.

you pout, rubbing your clit hard to get some sort of sensation rubbing through your body. “hi, matt.”

he licks his teeth and smiles smugly, knowing exactly why you wanted him to call. “whatcha doing?”

with fluttering eyes, your finger moves to your folds, moving up and down on your slit slowly. your breath hitches. “t-touching myself.” you whine. “thinking about you.”

as much as matt wants to do it himself, he can’t. the ache in his pants will last until after the show, that’s for sure.

“is that so?” he teases. you feel your wetness start to pool. “what’re thinking about, hm?”

“about the other night.” you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip. after a few long strokes, you’re wet enough to slip a finger inside.

he sighs, adjusting the phone on his ear. “you mean when i bent you over the table and bred you? or when i tongue-fucked you to where you couldn’t stand?”

moaning loudly, you insert a second finger and move them rapidly. “b-both. god, i miss the way you feel.”

“i wish i could fuck you dumb again.” he says lowly, hearing your pants and arousal all in one. “screaming so pathetically beneath me. isn’t that right?”

even though he can’t hear you, you still nod your head, arching your back when that spot gets hit at just the right angle. “yes, matt!” you moan loudly. “i miss you. i miss you so much! fuck, i’m going to cum. please let me cum.”

you ramble on as he stands there quietly to listen. the way your sounds get louder and faster the more your orgasm builds. “go ahead. nobody’s stopping you.”

clawing at the sheets with your eyes rolling back, you rut your hips on your fingers when you feel your release coat them.

“good luck tonight,” you mumble, trying to catch your breath.

he laughs, checking the time with a sigh. “i have to go. i’ll make sure to win for you.”

you hang up the phone, and not even a minute later, a picture comes rolling in. you love that he’s acting like you didn’t just cum to his voice.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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chennnington · 2 years

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It's Monday morning and everything hurts. The grandmaster was so on fire all weekend and his training was super intense. And of course you try extra hard when you know that 60+ years of professional karate experience are looking at you. He wasn't unhappy with how I did and I even got some praise. It's been about four years since I last saw him, I mostly trained by myself that whole time so it's good to know I didn't lose my skill apparently.

One girl from the national team was there too, she's almost 10 years younger than me so it's always nice to look over and see that I can keep up with her speed. Even the grandmaster said that I'm faster now because of my short hair :D

#I missed this pain #it took me a while to convince myself to get out of bed for exercise #well by 'exercise' I mean a 30-minute walk haha #one of the senseis of a neighbor dojo did kata with the blackbelts too and it was really insightful #I can't remember when I last trained under him and he had some great and eye-opening corrections #like mind-blowing stuff about the very basic punches #for 20 years I was sure I did that one aspect well but now I found out I don't haha #whenever we had a break I was just standing there frowning and doing that basic forward punch to figure out how to improve it #and yep it works!#which means I really didn't do it as well as I thought during all these years #which is kinda fucked up :D #as I said it was mindblowing #OH and for the first time in my life someone told me that my stance was too low??#I'm rather tall so everyone always told me my stances have to be lower and I tried and tried and was always worried they were too high #and apparently they aren't :)#I'll stay lower though cause I think it looks better #haha the influence of a sensei who always had super low and impressive stances #but let's not talk about that guy #well maybe one thing I didn't know #another blackbelt watched his 6th Dan testing in 2002 and apparently he had to spar against my fave Japanese grandmaster #who's a world champion so our former sensei didn't stand a single chance #our sensei has videos I gotta ask him #firstly I love that Japanese grandmaster and secondly I wanna see that dude getting beaten up #he's always been more a technical guy than a fighting guy #and it's funny how much that still shows in our whole dojo #haha I'm endlessly ranting here

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c-nstantine · 2 months

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Ok but imagine Batman being the one bae cheats WITH. Like, her husband is trash and Bae is hurt because he cheated on her first and she is ssxually unsatisfied and Bats is like "You know, I could scratch that itch for you 😏" And they have the most mindblowing sex-! Like, he does things with his tongue that she has never even heard of-

Like, everytime she thinks about him, she gets excited. 👅👅👅

@prettyvintageafternoon i like the way your brain thinks

Bruce is forever on some fuck shit. I'm thinking like the way Usher was all up on Alicia Keys during the Superbowl knowing damn well she got a husband and kids at home.

Let's say he spots Bae while attending a gala at with her husband. right, and Bae is probably Bruce's celebrity crush so he's like 'i'm gonna introduce myself,' and just by the first conversation he's plotting and scheming. Which ever kid came with him is like 'please leave that lady alone,'

It's like the most well known affair in Gotham and the two of them play it off as being friends and her dumbass husband believes them. If she has kids, they are constantly asking for " Mr. Bruce".

Bruce is so foul that he has fucked her in her husbands bed and had zero chill about it. He also doesn't feel bad when she tells him that she can't fuck her husband anymore because Bruce is too good at sex.

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce x reader

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mechaknight-98 · 16 days

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Aftermath (NSFW) FT Sejeong

Authors note: had to do a bit of world building as I try to figure out what the world looks like now that I don't want to use Karina or Jiyho anymore due to the dating thing…it would be weird ya know.

"Hey, Danger can I ask you something," Seji asks me with a clear and concerned tone,

"Yeah, sure," I answer hesitantly. Sejeong smiles brightly.

"Why did you run away from me," She asks. I bite the inside of my cheek as I consider my response.

"I figured it would be better than dealing with any of the repercussions of my feelings. I have a limited time left to live and I didn't want to put anyone through the sorry of losing someone they care about. So I figured dipping before that would be a cleaner cut-off than this going too deep instead," I reply

"You coward," Sejeong teases.

"I...yeah you're right. I should have let you choose," I reply

"At least you're a reasonable coward," Seji teases further

I squint at her causing her to smile wide, "I am not a coward, nor am I reasonable," I reply. Seji beams

"Oh really and why don't you think so," Sejeon asks sternly.

"You'll see soon enough," I replied.

Three weeks later Sejeong bought my little photo studio and shop. she was okay with not paying rent as long as I became her "personal photographer", and so I went with her all on these trips and events to snap pictures of the beautiful girl, but honestly she used it as an excuse to relentlessly fuck. I would spend hours cutting angles and working on shop composition to make sure the photos were perfect, and looking at her face always led to a visceral response. I'd be hard for hours, and like clockwork, she'd come into my office give me a warm-up blowjob then have it lead right into mindblowing sex.

As I worked on photos there was a knock on the door. I assume it's Sejeong as she's the only one who comes in here typically. The door opens to a tall dark-skinned man he smiles at me with malicious intent.

“Well, I didn't think I'd ever see you again,” he says as aggression rises in his tone.

“What do you want Alistair,” I ask

“Oh remember call me AL or Tahm,” Alistair replies

“Oh well you know I'm just checking in on my favorite curse bearer. I truly thought you'd come hunting for me, but you never did. I wanted to know why, but you were hard to find. When you said I want to disappear I guess you meant it,” Alistair adds.

“Are you here to kill me, because if so I'm not going down without a fight,” I reply

“What heavens no! I'm here to give you something you want more. Freedom,” Alistair replies.

“What is the catch,” I ask.

“No catch at least this time. I can't beat the curse bearer chasing me as he is using holy relics, but you have a myriad of experience so I figured I'd make a deal,” Alistair answered.

I look at the photo on my desk of Sejeong and I, “Fine I’ll draw up the contract.” I reply

30 minutes later I procured a draft of the deal between Alistair and me. He's excited as deals are like his favorite thing to make something about the ability to bind and

Making rules that can't be broken makes him feel safe. After we sign he smiles and hands me my Maxos Cards. I look at him surprised

“Why,” I asked

“I am asking you to hunt someone using holy weapons and not give you your best tools against holy weapons. I'd be a fool, besides I have to give them back to you anyway.” Alistair replies nonchalantly. I nod and grab them.

“So where was the last reported location of this curse bearer,” I ask

"So there I was, in Minnesota of all places, following leads to my ex, Janie. The trail led me to a scene that raised my concerns: golden ichor staining the ground. I knew this was about to get more complicated. As I concealed myself, the door creaked open, accompanied by ominous sounds of groans and a knife piercing the wall.

"Step out from your hiding spot," a familiar voice demanded. I cautiously emerged, armed with my card and sword, only to face Janie.

"Dangerfield? Of course, he'd send you," Janie muttered with evident annoyance.

"What brings you here?" she interrogated, her accusatory tone emphasizing the revelation that my ex was now a full-blown witch, a fact I was still processing.

"I'm here for the holy weapon, nothing more," I asserted, my mind grappling with the revelation of Janie's newfound identity.

"And what were you promised in return?" Janie probed further.

"Freedom," I replied succinctly.

"Freedom? From whom?" Janie's disbelief was palpable.

"Alastair," I confessed, bracing myself for her reaction.

"Alastair? Did you strike a deal with him? You're unbelievable," Janie's frustration simmered.

"He promised Morrigan would leave me alone," I explained, hoping to justify my actions.

"You never think, do you? Your recklessness causes chaos for everyone," Janie scolded, her frustration evident.

"I'm only here for the weapon. Give it to me, and I'll leave," I urged, attempting to end the confrontation.

Janie's gaze hardened as she considered my request. "What if I refuse?" she challenged, prompting me to reveal my trump card - my maxos card.

Her eyes widened at the sight. "You wouldn't dare," she uttered, realizing the seriousness of my intent.

Taking a defensive stance I watched as Janie's eyes widened

With a mixture of resignation and menace, Janie relented, handing over the holy weapon. "You'll regret this, selling out a friend for your gain," she admonished.

"If I were truly betraying you, I'd have handed you over to Alastair," I retorted, stowing away the cards.

"This is why I despise dealing with your kind," Janie spat bitterly.

"Careful now, insults might provoke me to take action," I teased, though the underlying tension remained palpable.

"Pathetic," Janie scoffed, as I left her house, her warning lingering in the air.

Returning to Alastair, I handed him the weapon, cautioning him against its use.

"Why not?" he inquired, intrigued by my warning.

"It's not just holy; it's a fusion of divine and demonic energies, a result of a battle between a demon and an angel," I explained,

"so why is the blade okay with you," Alastair asked

"Because I am Fomori," I answered.

"Oh...Interesting," Alastair said. Alastair's grin widened at the revelation. "Morrigan's favored, no wonder you sought to disappear quietly," he mused, anticipating the chaos to come as he reveled in it.

"I look forward to seeing the next part of your tale," Alastair replies. "Our deal is done," He says calmly as he conjures two contracts that burn themselves up before me. I feel the burden of my curse lift and Alastair smiles.

"I look forward to the damage you will cause. That will be more interesting than anything I could ever do with such a weapon. I see it has bound itself to your soul so using it would only garner your strength." Alastair adds. I shrug at his point to which he smiles.

The next day I arrived at my office to see a pouting Sejeong

"Hey, Seji. are you ok..." Before I could finish she had me cornered in a kiss.

"I got your not but I was worried sick for you," She replied. As she she ran her arms through my body she gasped,

"You're curse-free," she exclaimed with surprise.

"Yeah," I nodded.

#kpop fanfic #sejeong smut #kim sejeong #sejeong

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joelswritingmistress · 3 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 28

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Dr. Miller stared down at the card as he loosened his tie. He then gently took it from my hand and smirked a bit as he read it.

“You know, I'm a little mad that someone beat me to it,” he joked. “Getting you a Valentine’s Day card.”

“Should I be freaked out?”

“It's probably your little security friend there.”

I rolled my eyes and took the card back between my fingers. “It's not James.”

“James, that's right.” He tipped up the corner of his mouth and winked again.

“Trevor maybe? He's odd. It seems like something he might do.”

“Maybe he's taking a crafting class,” Dr. Miller continued to be lighthearted, tracing the homemade heart on the cover with his fingers.

“He made a comment about you,” I said. Finally, I had his attention. “He thinks you're stalking me.” I raised my eyebrows and Dr. Miller laughed out loud.

“Well, he's not wrong. Did you tell him you stalked me first?”

I smiled but then put my hands on my hips. “What if he finds out?”

Dr. Miller reached for my hand and slowly pulled me to him, smiling through his words. “Deny, deny, deny.” Our lips met and we both smiled into the kiss.

“You're not worried about it?” I asked.

“Nope.” He kissed along my cheek to my ear and spoke into it. “Are you ready for your exam?”

I scrunched my nose and tightened my arms around him. The feel of his beard against my ear made me giggle. Our eyes met from just an inch away and we both still smiled. “Teach me.”

…

“I wish we could just drive to campus in one car,” I admitted, speaking over the phone as I drove down the highway.

“It's a small price to pay,” Dr. Miller’s voice came through the speakers. “What would Trevor think?”

I laughed. “Fucking Trevor.”

“Speaking of Valentine's Day,” he went on. “I’m taking you away with me to Lake Kora for two nights.”

I smiled. “Where's Lake Kora?”

“You'll find out.”

“Mmm.. can we leave tonight instead?”

Dr. Miller laughed. “It's not Valentine's Day until tomorrow. Besides.. sometimes it's a little fun to wait.”

“Painfully so.”

He laughed again. “Plus, I couldn't condone you skipping my class.”

“I would never.”

“I know.” There was a pause and he cleared his throat. “I'll see you soon, honey.”

My heart grew two sizes when he used terms of endearment. “See you soon.” When the phone call ended, I sighed. I felt like something was missing at the end of our conversations - something significant. My head and my heart were in a constant battle over my feelings.

It’s too soon, my mind attempted to will me away from those three little words that were making my heart beat into overdrive.

I turned up the music to drown out my inner monologue and soon I was pulling onto Woodbridge’s campus. When I found a parking spot, purposely under one of the many lights in the lot outside of the building where class was held, I locked up the car and began my trek inside.

I love you. I imagined myself saying it to him. In one scenario I created in my head, Dr. Miller said it back. We went on to a night of mindblowing sex, a romantic weekend to follow and lived happily ever after. In another faux-scenario, he just said thanks.

When I entered the classroom, Dr. Miller’s eyes met mine and he held my gaze. I couldn’t look away until he finally did. I wondered if other people picked up our subtle interaction the way Trevor did. Were people suspicious of the two of us, or was Trevor just ahead of the curve when it came to nosiness?

Trevor. Where was he? I climbed the stairs, not spotting him right away. And then, there he was, eyes focused on his laptop screen and typing away.

Normal, I thought. Good. I still couldn’t help but wonder who my secret admirer was.

Dr. Miller was more mellow than usual in his method or instruction that night. He let everyone know the deadline to our latest assignment was Tuesday of the following week, highlighted some statistics that created some good discussion and then concluded the lesson with a purposely corny “dad joke” that left everyone chuckling.

“Class-” he began and the group said in unison, “Dismissed.” It made Dr. Miller laugh lightly and I smiled to myself. He had such an easy time captivating an audience. His charisma was so natural and endearing.

Trevor finally glanced over at me when we both got to the bottom step but he didn't say anything. He left the classroom earlier than usual and I passed by Dr. Miller with just a subtle glance. He glanced back and then turned his attention to two guys who said they had questions about the upcoming assignment.

I wandered out the door feeling extra needy for his attention, for whatever reason. I didn't want to drive separately. I didn't want to pretend he was just my professor. I wanted to hug him and hold him and tell him everything I was feeling.

It's because of Valentine's Day. Internally I blamed it on the holiday but that was a lie to try to justify the sudden overwhelming nature of my feelings as they were brought to the surface.

Chill out. I tried ordering myself to do so as I exited the building.

The temperature had dropped significantly since the beginning of class and I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked across the parking lot. I stopped when I saw another white envelope on my windshield.

When I looked around the immediate area I didn't see anybody and I rushed the rest of the way. I hurried to tear open the envelope with my name on it, revealing another plain, white note inside with the word, SURPRISE written on it.

Surprise? I glanced part way over my shoulder, feeling a sudden presence behind me. As I turned fully, I let out scream that I didn't even know I had in me. It was a blood-curdling, terrified, horror movie scream.

And then there was a sudden crash. An explosion. No. Not an explosion.

I glanced down, seeing green shattered glass covered in an eruption of suds and bubbles that cascaded over my shoes. When I glanced up, James stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face - eyebrows raised, mouth partway open and a single, red rose in one hand.

“Oh man, (Y/N), I'm so sorry.” He squatted down in an attempted to clean up the glass that had been strewn about in all directions from the shattered champagne bottle he had been holding.

“James!?”

He glanced up as he picked up the mess. “I'm sorry. I scared you. I wasn't thinking clearly.”

“Yes, yes you scared me but..” I glanced down as he frantically tried to clean up the glass. I squatted down beside him to help. “James-”

“I really didn't mean to scare you.” He was almost sounding out of breath. “This was so stupid on my part.”

“No, it wasn't stupid.”

We both rose to our feet and I opened the door to my car to retrieve an empty Dunkin Donuts cup to put the shards of glass in. When I closed the lid and placed it on my roof, I turned to my friend and stared at the rose in his hand.

“I, uh..” he cleared his throat. “I just.. I like you, (Y/N). Tomorrow's Valentine’s Day and I've been walking you to your car every week.” James let out a big sigh and extended his arm across, handing me the single rose.

I took it but stared at him in disbelief and with apologetic eyes. “I, um..” Fuck. This is the last thing I wanted. James was my friend - and I wanted to keep it that way. Now, I truly wished it was Trevor that was my secret admirer. But Dr. Miller had been right. It was James.

I saw his expression deflate. I didn't have to tell him that I wasn't interested in him that way. He just knew. I could tell.

“James,” I began again but he gave a painful, closed-mouth smile.

“I'm just.. I'm going to take a walk.” He nodded to himself and I put a hand on his forearm. He stared down at me for a second.

“I am so sorry.” I shook my head. “I just.. I'm seeing somebody-”

“You don't have to explain.” He smiled again and I could see he was hurt, plain as day. “It's okay.”

“No, it's-”

He cut me off again. “It's really okay. I thought.. I don't know what I thought.” James cleared his throat and looked me in the eye. “I clearly read things wrong.”

“I'm sorry.” I shook my head.

“It's okay.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and then turned away as he began to walk.

“I'm sorry, James,” I said a little louder.

My friend turned with a smile and put up a hand to wave. I glanced down at the leftover champagne at my feet and then to the single rose in my hand. I watched as James sullenly walked away, weaving through the cars.

Fuck.

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Day 1 ❄️ KTH

Kinks: face riding, Secret Santa

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: holiday, smut, enemies to lovers, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: drinking, kissing, swearing, face riding, oral sex (f receiving), tongue fucking, grinding, fingering, ass-slapping, fighting while face-sitting because that's what e2l is all about, blatant panty stealing, Taehyung is a cocky menace, Dynamite era blond Taehyung is the look

Word Count: 1.6K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Your work rival has an unusual Secret Santa gift for you this year

A/N: Welcome to my 12 Lays of Kinkmas! Thank you to @goodsoop for the brilliant prompts. First up is a little e2l with Taehyung being a menace as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 2

“A coupon book? Are you kidding me?!”

Taehyung merely gazes at you with that annoyingly calm expression of his, the one you loathe, while you pry the booklet out of the box, holding it by the edges as if its very existence offends you. Which it kind of does, seeing as how it’s a gift from your least favorite coworker. And a fucking cheap one at that. This man waltzes around in designer clothes, gets ridiculously expensive haircuts, and drives an overpriced high end luxury vehicle. In your line of work as pharma reps, image is everything. And yet this is the Secret Santa gift he gives you?!

“I made it myself. They say the best gifts come from the heart,” he informs you with a slight pout of his plump lips, brushing his honeyed blond locks out of his face.

“I’d buy that if I thought you had a heart,” you retort. Kim Taehyung is a master manipulator. He knows exactly how to play your customers. It’s why he’s consistently one of the two top reps at your company.

But that other top rep? Is you. And you’re too smart to fall for his wounded puppy routine.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Just take a look at what’s in there,” he insists, pointing with the hand holding his cocktail, making the ice clink against the glass. He props himself against one of the chairs in front of your desk, the sleeves on his black shirt rolled up to display sinewy forearms that flex as he raises his drink to his lips. Despite your disdain for this man, you have to hand it to him - even in a simple button-down and slacks tonight, he still looks rather luxurious.

The revelry of the holiday party still raging throughout the floor is slightly muted in here with the door half-shut. You’d ducked into your office to escape that skeevy HR rep from the fifth floor who kept complimenting your dress a little too much, only to be surprised when Taehyung had followed you in, the silver gift box in his large hands as shiny as the rings adorning his fingers.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you flip through the book. The coupons are simple, just stark white text on black paper. Taehyung wanders around your desk, perching on the corner so he can observe you closely while you read.

“‘Good for one Starbucks run.’ Does that mean you’re buying, or does that mean you’ll go but make me pay?”

“Didn’t realize I had to spell it out for you, but that means I’d buy.”

His condescending tone makes you sneer. “Mmm. I should hope so. Oh, now come on - ‘Good for one hour of mentoring’?” You give him a look.

“What?” The corner of his mouth twists into a tiny smirk. “That’s actually a priceless deal. I wouldn’t give my sales secrets away to just anyone for free.”

“You’re unbelievable. Congratulations on doing the absolute bare minimum for my Christmas g-” You break off as you turn to the last coupon in the thin book. Reread the words several times. Then glance up at your coworker. “I take it back. Thanks for giving me a completely useless gift.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrow. “I beg your pardon?”

“Why would you give me a coupon that’s no good?” And you hold up the final piece of paper, upon which is inscribed, ‘Good for one mindblowing orgasm, no strings attached.’

“No good?!” His pitch rises just as his eyebrow does. “That’s a serious offer.”

“I’m not doubting that you’re offering, Taehyung,” you purr, voice smooth as silk. “I’m doubting that you can guarantee it.”

He doesn’t respond to that, just taps his glass with one long finger while his dark eyes study your face. Then he stands and walks towards the door. An insult is on the tip of your tongue as you watch him retreat, until you realize he’s not leaving.

He’s locking the door.

You stay silent as he slowly strolls back around your desk. There’s a charge in the air as he places his hands on the arm rests of your chair and leans over until you’re face to face. “Would you like a free sample?” he murmurs, lips close enough to yours that he inhales your shocked gasp. “I’m feeling… generous.”

It’s not necessarily that you want to fuck your annoying coworker. It’s just that you can’t pass up an opportunity to prove him wrong, especially about something he’d brag about like this.

That’s what you try to convince yourself, anyway, as you reach out and roll the top button of his shirt between your fingers. “Go on, then.”

He wastes no time, taking you by the hand and pulling you into his arms. His lips are firmer than they look, keenly sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and lapping at it. You whimper, melting against him, making him laugh.

“I knew you’d be easy like this,” he hums, one hand sliding under your thigh to lift it, wrap it around him. “Like putty in my hands.”

“Fuck off,” you grumble roughly. The heat behind your words isn’t anger. It’s pure, unbridled lust, finally released after years of being pent-up. You’ll likely regret this in the morning, but right now, all you want is him. And he clearly wants you too, judging by the sizeable bulge you keep rubbing against. “Don’t you have something you should be doing right now? Something to prove?”

“So impatient,” he clucks, shaking his head. “Fine. You wanna get right down to it?” His hands slide under your skirt as he cocks a brow. You nod, and he grips the waistband of your stockings, pulling them to the floor as he sinks to his knees. He peels your panties off next, and after you step out of them, tucks the sodden satin into his pocket with a wicked grin.

“Pervert,” you hiss, trying to hide your delight.

Your coworker just smirks harder as he arranges himself on his back. When you don’t move from where you stand, he tips his head to give you a questioning look. “Are you waiting for an invitation, or….”

You drop down, shins pressing into the carpet on either side of his head. “God, I can’t wait to smother you.”

“Then have at it almmmmph.” With very little patience, you lower yourself, cutting off his retort as your cunt rubs against the lower half of his face. His lips kiss against yours rather gently, but then his tongue slides out, wiggling over your clit with stunning strength before he sucks the bud into his mouth, and you nearly topple over in surprise.

“Fuck!” Hand slapping against your desk, you struggle to hold yourself upright, the tough fibers of your office’s cheap carpet scratching at your knees. He does the wiggle move over and over until your eyes start to roll back in your head. “So good, Taehyung!”

It feels unnatural to praise your coworker. Thankfully for once, he doesn’t respond with his signature smirk or a smartass comment. Instead, he simply hums, burying his face further as he fucks you with his slippery tongue.

Taehyung’s strong fingers dig into your thighs, urging you to slide forward. Groaning, you start to rock, shamelessly grinding against his mouth. “Yes, just like that!”

He replaces his tongue with one of his long fingers, searching for and finding your sweet spot with uncanny speed. As his finger strokes rapidly, you mewl like a helpless kitten, and he laughs. “What did I say? Like putty.”

“And what did I say? Get on with it!” you pant, doubling over until your palms hit the floor. In this position, your clit lines up perfectly with his lips, and he pulls the aching nub back into his mouth. “I was promised ah, shit, oh my god!” Your taunt falls apart as Taehyung quickly wrings an orgasm from you. You cry out, hand threading through his caramel locks while you ride out your high on his soaked face.

Collapsing onto your elbows, you try to catch your breath, jumping in shock when Taehyung slaps your ass. “Hey!”

“That means ‘get off,’” he deadpans, shimmying out from under you.

“No thanks, just did.”

Taehyung merely gazes at you with that irksome blank look. “Was that sample to your liking?” he asks, wiping his chin with your panties before pushing them back into his pocket.

You shrug, the picture of nonchalance. “It was satisfactory. I suppose.”

“Good. Merry Christmas,” his tongue caresses your name like it caressed your clit. “When you’re ready to cash those in, you know where to find me.” Turning on his heel, he grabs what remains of his drink and exits your office.

As the door closes behind him, you flop bonelessly into your chair, relief washing over you, because you were two seconds away from offering to suck his cock. And you're already pretty embarrassed at how fast he was able to get you off. There’s only so much shame and regret you’re capable of processing at once.

The coupon book lies open on your desk. You glance at the orgasm coupon for a moment. Something dawns on you. Grabbing the book, you hastily roll your stockings back on, and then leave your office, heading for the copier room. You may not have proven him wrong, but you’ve won anyway.

What good salesman forgets to add ‘Limit one per customer?’

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