Bo$$ - BTS FanFic *** Completed

All In a Day's Work (Pt. 1)

Dez sat uncomfortably on the high plush ottoman she had been given. She couldn't sit with her knees relaxed without flashing the photographer, and she couldn't cross one leg over the other without putting half of her ass on display. Standing actually kept the outfit in its most PG-13 form, but the heels Namjoon had given her were skyscrapers that killed her arches.

"Can't I have a normal chair?" she whined to no one in particular.

"I already said no," Jin intoned, "Ask again and I'll have you across my lap for ten."

"Oh fuck! Noona! Ask him again!" Jeongguk clapped his hands excitedly as gave her his toothy grin.

"Kookie," Dez rolled her eyes, "If I end up across his for ten, I'm going to put you across mine for twenty."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Kook smirked, giving her a raised brow as he continued to rub his skin down with body oil and walked into the waiting room.

"I volunteer as tribute!" Jimin yelled from behind the dressing screen.

"Of course you do!" several voices answered in laughter.

Dez stood to try to adjust her outfit better. Jin had taste, she had to admit that much. He had in her a babydoll nightie, with ruched velvet cups over the breasts and sturdy underwire that held them at a precarious height. The bottom was sheer and see through, with more velvet in a thin line around the bottom hem. The bottoms were bikini cut, velvet like the top, and held together on either side with gold interlocking clips. The outfit was a pale rose gold, nearly matching her skin without washing her out. The guys had even gone so far as to have the stylists do her hair into blown out just-fuck-me waves and a heavy smokey eye paired with a glossy red tint on her lips. Her shoes were the same as her underwear, velvet with gold clasps, and on a whole Dez felt gorgeous.

Well, she would have...if she wasn't wearing it in the studio that sat above her hundred or so employees as they worked diligently for their respectable CEO. She had resorted to using her feminine wiles...and skillful tongue for Yoongi in particular...to get the guys to agree to the shoot. She told herself that it was for the greater good of Eyebright, but she hated that she'd resorted to stereotypical tactics.

Not that she was complaining when she was riding Yoongi for the farm.

"Can I at least take these shoes off?" she begged, looking at Joon and avoiding eye contact with Jin.

"Yes, Princess," Joon conceded, "But you're giving up robe privileges if you do."

"Goddamned master negotiator," she mumbled, taking her shoes off and setting them to the side, "I should have hired someone stupid..." she shut her mouth with a click as she caught Namjoon's sharp look.

"You did this to yourself," she heard a deep voice rumble behind her, "Technically, to me as well."

Dez turned to see Yoongi standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. She stopped breathing, pressing her hand against her mouth for a second before gushing, "Baby, you look...holy shit..." she breathed, unable to finish her sentence.

"Shut up," Yoongi grumped, blushing hard.

He was wearing leather pants, with empty gun holsters strapped to one thigh over the fabric and more hugging his bare back and chest. Thick coal liner rimmed his eyes and his hair was mussed in careless spikes and waves that gave him a devil-may-care air. His pale skin glistened with the oil that the guys were all using, and Dez couldn't stop herself from purring as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"No really..." she said slowly, "You look fucking....edible." She shimmied up until her body pressed against his, "I'm suddenly remembering several other ideas I'd like to talk to you into."