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𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

Wolf Hybrid Yoongi x Reader Insert

Rated Explicit (No Minors):

- for content that is sexual in nature along with dark themes such as predator hunting prey.

-Consent is given.

-Word Count: 1,518

-Genre: fiction/dark fantasy

- @mochilatae @bonvoyagenoona

The sea kindles its own symphony--a cacophony of sound mixed with the saltiness of brisk air. The icy, black water tickles your toes as you stand at the shoreline, hands tucked deep in torn jeans. He would never find you here. Not near this abandoned cliff-side castle where warriors once roamed. You can almost hear the echoes of battle cries from ages past as your eyes close to the sinking sun that reflects off the water's edge. The earth sinks at your feet as a wave pulls inland, covering the edges of your jeans with clumps of dark sand and minerals.

Your scent should be masked here--even the perfume you are wearing can barely be registered over wet Gaia's natural scent. That is your hope at least, and for a moment, you let anxiety wash away with the receding waves. The wind picks up as your heart flutters--a soul-scratching beat that bruises your rib cage as your eyes dart down the coastline of this abandoned island. Violet-colored eyes peer through the cover of impending darkness. He is close, you can definitely feel it. That didn't take him long at all.

You race up cobblestone paths, in the direction of the abandoned castle. All in hopes of finding a more secure hiding spot from your hunter. A game of wolf and fawn was afoot and you refuse to be a loser this round. Not with all that he had promised if you were successful in keeping the wolf at bay. You duck under a crumbling archway and into the main hall of the castle. Your eyes deceived you from the shoreline. You didn't realize that the castle is in such poor condition. Torn red velvet curtains barely covered two-story windows. The stone wall behind what would have been the throne is practically destroyed. Wooden tables that withstood the sands of time are flipped on their sides. On top of the dier need to find a hiding place, it begins to rain and there are holes in the ceiling.

Just my luck, you think as you crawl on all fours into a cabinet that you find in the servants' quarters just of the main hall. It's a tight fit and you are certain that mildew is eating away at the fragile wood based on the smell alone. You don't have time to dwell when you hear the piercing scratch of claws along stone walls around the entrance of the castle. You cup a hand over your mouth and try desperately to slow your breathing and your heart rate down. Your bottom lip is drawn between teeth as you begin to worry that maybe hiding is a pointless venture with how good Yoongi is at seeking out his prey.

"Come out, come out. Wherever you are..." His voice rumbles in the muted silence. You can hear a storm pick up outside this cage of stone walls. Hollow tapping draws closer and you almost faint from holding your breath for too long. You remove your hand and suck in a deep breath. That's all it takes for your hunter to find you.

"Little kitten...you are the worst at finding spots to hide." A growl shakes the cabinet door and you try to make yourself as small as possible--tucking your legs closer to your body. You can feel the caked-on, wet sand crunch against the bottom of your jeans.

"Are you going to let me in, or do I have to drag you out. The game is over and you have lost. Come receive your punishment, sweet little lamb." Yoongi practically barks as a sharpened nail sinks into the soggy wood. Your fight or flight responses begin to kick in as you try to think of a number of ways to slip past Yoongi and attempt to find another hiding spot.

The only plausible thing you can think of is to throw open the door and force all your weight against him until he falls over. You can make a mad dash for the staircase after that. Putting your plan into action, you shove your weight against the door--only it doesn't budge. Not even an inch. Yoongi digs his nail further into the wood, fracturing the integrity of the door. You try once more to shove all of your weight against the door and it actually bursts free of the hinges that barely held it together. You fall forward onto your side--the door having splintered once it came off the hinges. Your skin flushes with warmth as heavy breath fans against your face.

"There's my pretty girl. All this running has worked up an appetite..." Yoongi laps at the canine protruding over his bottom lip. "Won't you let me have a taste, little lamb?"

A wave crashes against the shoreline where you once stood. Your eyes lock in the growing darkness of this hallway just off the main hall. His eyes glow a pretty lavender in the rising moonlight through a broken window. A sharp nail traces down the column of your throat and down your button-up blouse to unhook each button. He cocks his head to the side, awaiting your response. He knows the rules. You've told him a thousand times before.

"No." You snap, rolling onto your stomach and pushing off the floor to sit up. You both are knee to knee as his hand slides around to grip the back of your neck.

"Tell me what you want then, my sweet." His husky vibrato has a way of pulling you in--not unlike a siren's call out to sea. "Just say the word and you can have it."

Your mother always told you to never play with wolves. They're tricksters by nature and lone creatures. Yoongi is a rare gem among many gems that look the same. His quiet, calculating demeanor is what drew you in. Your body is like jelly in his grasp and you try not to shiver when the sharp end of his nail tickles the base of your skull. It has a spiral effect that sends waves of pleasure all the way to your toes. You try to brace a hand on his shoulder, to keep yourself grounded, but he catches your wrist mid-flight.

"Use your words, little lamb." He toys with the underside of your wrist, thumb pressing into your pulse point. Beads of arousal pool through your skin's pores and his nostrils flare. His very presence has always been a source of excitement. Especially when he gets too close.

"Give me your knot this time, Yoongi." It came out as more of a demand than you intended. The desired effect was a wolf whistle of a laugh and Yoongi yanking you forward off of your knees. This is all the confirmation he needed to follow through with the ending of your mating ritual.

The harsh tearing of fabric reverberated off the walls as he held you up and pressed your back against the damp stone. The rain rushed harder, threatening to cave in the ceiling at any given moment. You were lost to the thought when nimble fingers cupped your sex so swiftly, you barely had time to catch your breath. He snarled against your earlobe, catching the delicate flesh between his teeth as fingers dive between your folds to collect his reward. Your scent is intoxicating--a fragrant mixture of lilies and red wine--he couldn't get enough of it. You'd never seen Yoongi work so fast to get his pants undone with one hand still buried in your sex.

When his cock sprung free against your groin, it was all you could do not to cry out from the need bubbling over the vat of other emotions held within you. So thick and long, you nearly lost it the first time you ever saw his cock--purely accidental. He nuzzles against your throat as his cock head is aimed for your entrance. Inch by painful inch, he eases into you, knowing full well that humans are not quite accommodating for his kind. He too flushes a glorious crimson when you sob his name against his ear.

"Will you take my bite as well then?" Yoongi asks, tongue flicking out against the life-line throbbing just under the surface of your skin.

"Y-Yes." You stammer as he pumps his cock slowly, deeply against your walls. You can hardly clench from how stretched you feel.

In an instant, Yoongi forces his cock further in, brushing against the entrance to your womb. His teeth graze the skin along your neck until he finds a spot safe enough to claim you. When his teeth pierce through, your vision whites out and his knot expands. He can't thrust harder even if he tried, allowing the pleasure to roll off him like the waves outside against the cliffs. For a moment, you feel an inner connection--a link that almost grants you visual access to his mind.

"Yoongi!" You swear you shout as your head falls limp against the stone wall. You've waited a long time for this hunter to stake its claim.

Maybe the other wolves will keep their distance...this time...

This is so sweet 😭

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summary: you, a data scientist, have always found comfort in numbers and analysis. and there’s jungkook, a tattoo artist who has always been in your orbit, just on the edge. for years. attraction has swirled between you both from the beginning, but neither of you seem to do anything about it. until now. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: alcohol, cursing, driving without a helmet, smut in later chapters, toxic friendship/dynamics a/n: i’ll try to post this twice a week…but no promises. and yeah this is based off of some zayn songs across all 3 albums<3

one. GOOD YEARS two. BRIGHT three. WRONG four. BORDERSZ five. REAR VIEW six. RAINBERRY seven. IF I GOT YOU eight.  TIO nine. UNFUCKWITABLE ten. TIGHTROPE eleven. IMPRINT twelve. WHEN LOVE’S AROUND

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last update: july 18; main story is COMPLETE

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Summary: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally. 

So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.

PART 1: US BEFORE YOU  ➺  a fox comes to stay.

PART 2: CAN I LAY BY YOUR SIDE ➺ bringing you home. 

PART 3: HOLD ME TIGHT ➺ love requires some getting used to. 

EPILOGUE ➺ Kits and kids. 

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Pairing: Assistant!Kim Taehyung x Boss!fem reader Warnings: 18+ content in the form of: unprotected sex • oral sex (f receiving) • dirty talk & name calling • spitting • creampie • spanking • choking Summary: Kim Taehyung is your assistant and moonlights as a masseuse in the evening. When you came to the office the morning after a bad date, all you wanted is his hands all over your body. Word Count: 3,874 Mobile: AO3

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Taehyung snapped to attention when he heard the familiar click of heels on the marble floor. He stood up abruptly, bowing at the woman that emerged through the threshold. Your tan coat perched on your shoulders fluttered as you walked, your hips swaying with every step. You wore a scowl on your face, a rather uncommon occurrence and Taehyung wondered if the date you had the night before was that bad.

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No harm done | jjk

➳pairing: detective!jungkook x suspect f!oc

➳genre: detective!au, angst, mystery, strangers to enemies to lovers, smut.

➳summary: on a random morning you wake up with a handsome stranger looming over you. once the haze is gone, you come to know that your uncle, who brought you up since you were a child, has been murdered yesterday night and the stranger is apparently the detective who’s looking over the case. more badly, he’s suspecting you. will you be able to prove your innocence?

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➳rating & word count: 18+ ; ~5.5K

➳warnings: trigger warnings, mention of murder, blood, violence; explicit sexual content, stripping, sexual tension, unprotected sex (be safe!), rough sex, oral (m!receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple play, marking, choking, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), desk sex, sir kink — this is fictional and doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

➳a/n: hi loves! i’m here with the rewrite of ‘troublemaker’ as i promised! this is a fast and wild ride, enjoy ♡!! thank you so much to @outromoni for making me this beautiful banner! This is unedited, forgive me for my mistakes!

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The observant and cautious eyes of the eminent detective, Jeon Jungkook, sweeps over the tainted crime scene. His lips are pressed together in a thin line and his brows are furrowed from the numerous possibilities running through his mind. If he understands something by now, it’s that Mr. Emery’s murder was out of pure rage. The body has been sent to the postmortem already. But the dark patches of blood on the expensive carpet are telling a story of their own.

He has a hunch that it’s someone close to him. Someone who probably wasn’t happy with his decision and during an argument they lost their mind and committed the murder. Most probably unintentional but still, crime is crime.

Without the need to turn around, Jungkook can feel someone’s presence behind his back. Fixing the little creases on his coat, he turns around. The sorrowful, broken form of the victim’s wife almost makes him frown. But, being the professional he is, he clears his throat. “Can I help you with anything?”

He notices the way anger burns in her mournful eyes, her hands turning into fists. “Do you know who did it? I hope that moron burns in–”

“Ahem.” he steadily interrupts, “I’ve just started considering all the clues and once I’m done, I’ll start interrogating the family members. Please be patient.”

She sighs. “Fine. I’ll leave you to your work.”

“Thank you for understanding and cooperating.” He nods.

As soon as she leaves the room, he rolls up his sleeves, his muscles flexing as he stretches his figure. He decides to look around the bedroom yet again. Jungkook wants to make sure that he’s gathering every possible clue from the crime scene which can come handy to find the culprit.

After a few minutes of thorough lookout, he finds an intricate lace button. It clearly belongs to one of the ladies of the Emery family. He picks it up in his gloved hand, the sunlight making it glisten like a twinkling star. With a knowing smirk, he waves one of his assistants, the next step he’s about to take already set up in his mind.

In the living room, Jungkook gathers all the family members, carefully noticing the nervousness and sorrow painted in their eyes. After moments of stretched, uncomfortable silence, he finally speaks up, “Visit me in the library one by one.”

The victim’s son is the first person to knock on the library door.

“Can you recall any recent arguments, or disagreements your father had with someone in the past few days?”

“Well... Dad is– sorry, I mean..” Rafael stops, swallowing heavily.

“It’s alright.”

“Yeah... Dad was a really level-headed person. But probably 2 weeks ago he had a disagreement with y/n. It was about her being single, I think? Not sure, but I don’t think that it affected their father-daughter like relationship. Actually sometimes...”

“Sometimes?” Jungkook asks, taking notes in his mind.

“Nothing, it just feels like he loves y/n more than his own child haha. But it’s alright, I’ve seen them like this since my childhood.”

“I see. Do you have something else to say? What about the decision of his business empire he made?”

“He kept me out of his business. And I personally don’t have any interest in it. I’m a wildlife photographer, my passion is entirely different in comparison with his.”

“Oh, I see.”

~

Mr. Emery’s wife enters the library as the second person.

“Just wanted to ask, is this button yours? In any case, just trying to make sure.” The detective shows her the evidence bag.

“No, no! Not mine!! I don’t have any dresses like that!!”

“Please calm down, I’m not here to arrest you. Just asking.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to burst out like that... I’m just going through a lot. Losing my husband so suddenly has affected me.” She mumbles the last sentence, a lone tear rolling down her cheek.

“I understand that.” Jungkook nods, continuing with a sigh.

“I heard from Rafael that your husband had a disagreement with y/n… do you happen to know what was that about?”

“Ah… yeah. He was not happy with the fact that his orphan niece is still not settled down with one of the suitors he recommended.” She replies, her voice sounding… bitter.

“Thank you for your input. You’re free to go, for now.”

~

The housemaid is up next.

“So Nini. For how long are you working for the Emery’s?”

“It’ll be 4 years in a few months.”

“That’s a long time! So you’ve earned their trust I assume?”

“Hehe, I hope so.” She shrugs.

“Okay, so do you happen to know anything about this button?”

“Uhm... that button– that button is probably from a fancy lace covered crop top of y/n.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think so. She has so many of them! And the buttons in those tops look like this as far as I remember.”

“That’s interesting.” He hums thoughtfully, putting the evidence bag away.

~

The sound of Jungkook’s impatient feet padding against the sleek wooden floor echoes through the spacious library. After waiting for a bit more, he groans, “Sammy! I’m waiting for 45 minutes now, where the hell is the niece of the victim??”

Squinting his eyes, Sammy pokes his head in, his voice nervous. “Um, sir I asked the maid–”

“Get straight to the point.”

“She’s still sleeping... and she’s not informed yet about the murder...”

Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. Gosh, he fucking hates lazy, spoilt girls. Who the fuck sleeps at 11 am?

As if on impulse, he decides to wake her up by himself. He takes a few deep breaths and unbuttons his shirt around his chest. He’s furious, and he really wants to put the damn girl in her place.

“Sammy! Where the hell is her room?”

“On the 2nd floor I think.”

“I’ll just ask the maid. You know that you shouldn’t answer unless you’re sure about it!!”

“I’m sorry sir...”

Jungkook strides out of the library without another word. He spots Nini in the living room.

“Hey! Can you tell me where’s the room of y/n?”

“Oh... Why?” She looks at him, taken aback.

“I need to interrogate her.” he states coldly.

“I’m sorry but we haven’t told her anything yet–”

He interrupts the maid, “That doesn’t bother me.”

Nini looks around helplessly. “Please understand, it’s a family decision. Her uncle was all she had, her parents died when she was 7 months old and–”

He groans, “Oh please, I don’t have the time to listen to your sappy stories. I have work to do.”

“It’s the reality not a sappy–”

“You know what? I’ll find her room on my own.” With that, Jeon Jungkook stomps off, frustration running through his veins. People like this make him angry.

On the 2nd floor, he stands in front of a beautifully crafted wooden door, and for some reason, he feels in his guts that this is the room of the girl.

Cautiously, he turns the doorknob, just slightly surprised to find it unlocked. He peeks inside, a beautiful, sculpted female curled up in the bed. He enters the room stealthily, his body freezing at the gorgeous sight he’s met with.

There you are, with nothing but a sheer white nightie and a pair of pastel pink panties. Your mesmerizing face is completely rested as you sleep peacefully. The white nightie is short, so short that he clearly sees your cute butt, the delicate lace of your thong barely holding it together.

Next, his eyes trail up to your navel, belly and breasts… Jungkook can feel his cock twitching in the confines of his pants when he notices your perky nipples through the sheer material.

For a moment, he just thinks how it will feel to have you pinned against the mattress, his lips around your sweet, sweet nipples and his cock deep buried inside your cunt, your pillowy lips parted as he fucks you, taking out all the frustration he’s feeling right now. It would feel like heaven, he imagines.

Damn it! Get your shit together!

What is he thinking about? It’s unethical and against his morals to imagine having sex with a potential suspect, but fuck this! His traitorous body speaks otherwise.

Cursing himself for letting his guard slip, he takes a deep, steadying breath, forcing away all the inappropriate thoughts and ignoring the semi-hardness in his boxers. He needs to get back to his zone.

Sighing inaudibly, he approaches you, clearing his throat loudly. You whine in response, turning around so that your back is facing him. And almost immediately, his gaze focuses on your nightie falling aside, revealing your juicy ass.

He grits his teeth, trying to look away from where your panties have slid aside, the moist folds of you out in display. That paired up with the sound you just made, the detective feels his blood running south.

After a long moment of struggle, he looks away, regretting his decision to wake her up by himself. What the hell exactly was he thinking?! This is a disaster.

Jungkook reaches out to grab your forearm, the tip of his fingers softly brushing against the side of your soft breast.

“Later, Nini.” You let out a whimper, moving your hand away. That causes his palm to fall on the swell of your breast. For a fleeting second he grazes the gentle flesh, retracting his hand the next second as if it got burnt. He needs to stop, he really does.

The sound of the bed squeaking takes his attention, and he finds you stretching on the bed. Your long legs and torso straighten, your breasts standing tall like two dollops of ice cream with a cherry on top. Almost hypnotized by the scene, the detective looms over your figure, really wanting to rip off your skimpy clothes and ruin you right here, right now. From this close, he can inhale the sweet fruity scent of you, his mouth watering.

You feel someone’s hot breath fanning over your cleavage, softly writhing from the feeling before you flutter your eyes open. You’re immediately met with an insanely handsome stranger hovering over you, his eyes drinking you in. You bite down your lower lip, his tattooed hands, his firm, flat chest, the prominent bulge in his pants gathering wetness between your legs. His strong, dominant aura makes you swoon. Even though he’s a stranger, you’ll absolutely let him ruin your body. You can’t remember the last time you’ve desired someone this badly.

He finally meets your eyes, swallowing nervously and backing away. The crackling sexual tension between you and this stranger leaves you panting softly, your chest going up and down in a rhythm, making him run his fingers through his hair.

“Get dressed. I have work to do.” he scoffs, looking away.

Puffing out your lower lip, you whine, “Excuse me? You don’t get to break into my room and order me around! Who are you? Should I call the police?”

He chuckles. “The police report to me, sweetheart.”

“Wh– what?! Why? You’re lying!”

“I’m not lying. Get dressed. I do not wish to interrogate you in this state.”

Interrogation? About what?

Knowing very well that he’s lying, you come up with a plan to crack him up. Feeling rebellious, you pull out your nightie, your boobs jiggling as you look back at him, challenge in your eyes. He coughs, “Faster, or I’ll handcuff you and take you out just like this.”

Smirking, you stand up on your bed, turning back and wiggling your ass, shimmying out of your panties. “Maybe you can handcuff me and we can have some fun here...”

With your feet, you fling the piece of clothing back on the floor. You look back to catch him gawking at your naked form. But he clears his throat and looks soon after you turn around.

“Are you gonna get ready or what?”

You get down from the bed, walking up to him with a pout, “Why? Don’t you like what you see?”

You trail your finger down his chest, stopping right over his belt. He sucks in a shaky breath. “Are you trying to seduce the law? Do you know that you can get into jail for this?”

Not looking up, you softly stroke the tent in his pants, whispering, “But your body is speaking otherwise.”

He grips on your wrists roughly, his voice almost a growl, “Keep your hands to yourself, don’t test my fucking patience because I barely have any left!”

A flash of surprise and fear crosses your eyes, and you back off. The sudden wave of shame crashes down on you, and you cover your body with your hands and cross your legs together. Taking the note, he turns around to give you privacy, warning you, “You have 5 minutes.”

With shaky limbs, you head towards your closet, putting on a pair of denim, a monochrome tank top, and a black leather jacket in hopes that it’ll make you look tough. But what you don’t know is that two brown irises follow your every single movement.

Once you’re done, you tap on his shoulder, not daring to look at him. He takes the hold of your wrist, and you feel the warmth of him transferring to your skin.

Strangely enough, he takes you to the library, the anxious glances of your family members catching you off-guard. What is happening?

Inside, he motions you to take a seat. You sit down, not wanting to mess with the stranger anymore. From a drawer, he takes out a sealed packet, producing a familiar button from it.

“Is this yours?”

You throw him a questioning glance, “Yeah... why?”

“It was found in your uncle’s bedroom, where he was murdered last night.”

Deafening silence.

“So? Spill the beans, how’d it get there?”

You shake your head in disbelief, stuttering, “Who– who are you to say that?! How dare you lie to me about my uncle like that... He– I’ll go call him you’re a–”

“He’s in postmortem. I don’t think that he’ll answer you.” he shots back, his voice incredibly lacking warmth.

You choke out a sob, looking at him furiously. “Stop lying! Is this some sort of a prank?”

“Your uncle was murdered! You really think that me, Jeon Jungkook is here to prank you?!”

You stand up, glaring at him through tears, “You are Jeon Jungkook? Where’s the proof?”

Almost immediately he shoves his ID badge in your face, your heart sinking as you look at it. “JEON JUNGKOOK” — it says.

You know who Jeon Jungkook is. He’s probably the most trusted and consistent detective working with the state police.

“You mean– uncle... He– he—”

“Yes.”

Sobs escape you, your whole body trembling from the impact of his words. Ignoring your situation, he questions, “So? How did this button get there? You better have some good explanation because you’re on thin fucking ice.”

You shake your head violently, blinded by the tears, “I don’t know anything. Please leave me alone, I- I need to–”

Jungkook grips on your shoulder, “If you refuse to answer me here I’ll have to take you to my office.”

You snivel, covering your face with your hands, “Are you a human? Do you not understand that–”

“Oh I am a human, and after dealing with so many criminals I know what to do when things get messy.”

Unsure what to say further, you just look at him helplessly, “Are you implying that I’m the– the one who did it?”

Rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms around his chest, “Oh please. Don’t act so innocently. We both know that you’re not.”

Your head hanging low from the emotions, you choke out, “Listen I don’t know what you think but you need to understand my position–”

“Spoilt little girl.” he mutters under his breath as he shakes his head before calling out, “Sammy! Come here!”

His assistant comes inside, throwing you a pitying look. You try to control your breathing as two men discuss.

“Tell the house maid to find the top this button is from. We need to check it.”

Sammy nods, going outside. The detective looks at you with interest. “Get up, we’re going back to my office.”

After 2 hours of interrogation and several mental breakdowns, you rest your face on the ice cold metallic table. Your temperature is slightly high from all the stress and crying, and the cold surface stings your skin.

“Did you visit your uncle last night in his bedroom?” Jungkook repeats the same question for the hundredth time.

You shake your head no, your eyes cloudy as you feel yourself losing your consciousness. He gets behind your chair, holding you upright as he asks again, completely relentless about it.

“Okay so let’s pretend that you’re not the main suspect. Who do you think can do this to your uncle?”

You stand up, facing him with hatred in your eyes, “Can’t you just stop?!”

“Oh? So are you confessing that it was you?” he quirks his eyebrow.

Rage fills up your whole body, and you scream at him, “How many times have I told you that I didn’t do anything!? Why don’t you understand?! He was the only person I had left in my family!”

He sighs, clicking his tongue. “I’d love to believe you. But then again, you had a fight with your uncle a few weeks ago about your relationship status. Plus, a button from one of your crop tops was found in the spot. Do you think that I’m stupid?”

You hold your head in your hands, groaning, “But that doesn’t prove anything! I fought with him because he wanted me to marry someone he likes but I’m not ready for marriage. And I haven’t worn that top since last month!”

Jungkook taps his fingers against the table. “So he was pressuring you to marry. Sounds like you had enough reasons to push him out of your way.”

“What? Are you kidding right now? I’d never do that! I can’t just kill my uncle because he didn’t agree with me!” You protest, tired of defending yourself.

“Okay then what about the decision he made? Are you happy with the new outlook of his business empire?” He presses further.

You roll your eyes. “I’m a self-made woman. I was never interested in his business or whatsoever. It’s too much for me so I chose my own way.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but the impatient knock on the door interrupts. “Come on in.” he says loudly.

Sammy enters the room, handing him a file. “The postmortem report is in, sir.”

The detective takes it immediately, walking away from your seat. “Thank you, you may go.”

You gulp as he leaves, every cell in your brain practically screaming at you to ask Jungkook about the report. Different types of emotions show up on the canvas of his face, and you keep your eyes fixed on him. Suddenly, he gets up, catching your wrist and pulling you up. You shriek, “What are you doing? Ugh–”

“Shut up. We need your fingerprints immediately.” He cuts you off, urging you to move. You look at him with glazed eyes.

“Fine. Go ahead. Finally I’ll be free of your dumb accusations.”

He stays silent, but his glare speaks volumes.

After another tense hour spent arguing with Jungkook, you come back to the office with Sammy. “When the heck is your boss coming back?” you ask.

“Soon. Please be patient. If you’re truly innocent then you’ll be free to go after he comes back with results from the lab. He’s consulting with Dr. Ramsey.”

“Fine.” You huff, crossing your arms around your chest.

To your surprise, the detective comes back within an hour, a grim expression on his face. “Go inside. I need to talk with Sammy.”

You nod, heading into the interrogation cell without any further ado. You lick your dry lips, your heart thrumming in your chest. What are the results?

Jungkook enters the room swiftly, his hands turned into fists. You nervously look at his cold, brown eyes, a surge of fear taking over you.

“Your fingerprint… it did not match. You’re free to go, for now. But, you’ll be called if the case takes different turns.” he explains.

Anger and frustration bubbles up in you, and before you know, your hand is planted against his cheek with a rough slap. He growls like a wounded animal, twisting your hand and backing you up against the desk. The pain makes you scream, and you struggle to take your hand away from his iron grip, “It hu–hurts!”

“Let it.” he grits his teeth, “How dare you slap me?!”

“It was well deserved! You asshole! You’re inhuman to make me mmh—”

He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his teeth sinking on your lower lip. You gasp in surprise, and using this to his advantage, Jungkook enters you, biting your tongue. A moan escapes you, his taste intoxicating as he ravages your mouth like a starved animal. Your knees buckle from the feeling, but before your legs can give up, he holds you tightly, pulling you into his body. His hardened erection presses against your belly.

You mewl, your head lolling back in pleasure. Getting the access to your neck, he pulls out your jacket, his teeth scraping on the sensitive skin of your neck. He alternates between soft licks and hard bites. You thread your fingers through his silky black hair, crying out in pleasure.

“You like that, huh?”

Humming, you tug on his shirt, the buttons flying away as you pull it away with haste. You need to feel his skin against yours.

He looks at you intensely, picking you up to settle you on the desk. His hands quickly work you out of your clothes, not stopping until you’re completely naked in front of him.

Kissing you passionately, Jungkook grabs your breasts, squeezing and kneading them, grunting in your ear, “You’ve teased me all day with godforsaken body, now it’s my time. To absolutely ruin you until you can’t fucking talk.”

You shudder, mumbling against his lips between heady, demanding kisses, “I thought you hate me? Jeon Jungkook? What about your ethics?”

He leans down to bite your left nipple briefly in response, flicking his tongue along it and biting gently on your breast. “Who told you that I hate you?”

You moan, encouraging him to go on. “Oh really? Your actions said otherwise.”

He takes your right nipple, hungrily sucking on it and grazing his teeth along it. “What actions? Like kissing you? And sucking your tits?”

“Lord…” you breathe out, reaching for his zipper and pulling his pants and boxers down.

“Fuck!” Jungkook groans, his rock hard cock springing out. It bobs lazily, the tip an angry shade of pink.

Your jaw hangs open, he has a beautiful, massive girth with veins. Your hands automatically brush over it gingerly. He kisses you again, boosting your confidence, your fingers now spreading his pre-cum beads on his tip.

He grunts, touching your foreheads together as you work on him.

“Can I.. taste you?” you offer.

Eyes hazy with lust, he nibbles on your lower lip, tangling his tongue with yours, “Call me sir, y/n. Beg me, tell me how much you want it.”

You feel your cunt throb, your voice merely a whisper, “Please sir, let me suck your cock. I need it so badly.”

Jungkook smirks, “Get on your knees.”

Within a blink, you sit down in front of him. Your mouth waters as you watch his fully erected cock, your tongue sticking out to lick his tip teasingly. His mouth parts softly, his eyes locking with yours when you play with his pink tip. You suck and dab on it with your tongue to gather up the pre-cum. His hand holds you by your hair, guiding your mouth on his full length, hissing with pleasure.

You slacken your jaw, trying to adjust to his dick while he forces you to take him whole, soon making you gag. “Can’t you take all of it?”

He throws you the most, self-satisfied and knowing smirk. With a few inches still left, tears gather in the corner of your eyes as you choke on his shaft, unable to take more of him.

Jungkook brushes away a lone tear lingering by your eye gently, whispering, “It’s alright... use your hands where you can’t reach.”

Nodding, you take his base in your hands, pumping and twisting it whilst bobbing your mouth up and down his length. He lets out a guttural groan, holding your face while you softly bite down on him, licking it to soothe the slight pain. You’ve never felt so nasty in your life, sucking and licking his cock like it’s your favorite popsicle.

“Oh fuck!”

He moans when you reach down to fondle with his balls, his hips bucking up to meet you halfway, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag again. Smiling, he takes the lead, going in and out of your mouth rapidly, incoherent words leaving you. You keep your hands on his balls, looking up at him with the most submissive eyes you can master.

“Ah! Damn it!” Jungkook grunts, picking up pace and mumbling to himself. You close your eyes from the anticipation, squeezing his cock with your throat. He slams in your mouth for one last time before he pulls out reluctantly, ordering you, “Climb up on the desk.”

You comply without any words, spreading your legs instinctively, waiting for him to touch your pussy which throbs for attention. He looks at your spread out form, licking his lips before attacking your mouth. You moan eagerly, his fingers parting your folds while he tastes himself in your mouth.

You break the kiss, grasping on his shoulders as he pushes two digits inside your core, pumping you slowly. He drops open mouthed, wet kisses along your jaw and your shoulder. His fingers curl inside you suddenly, making you whimper. You rock your hips with his movements, squeezing his fingers with your inner walls whenever he hits the correct spot. His thumb finds your swollen nub, rubbing it in tight circles.

Burying your face in his shoulder, you muffle your gasps and moans. Soon, you start to pulsate around him. He sucks on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, murmuring, “Don’t hold back. I can feel that you’re close.”

And you feel your pussy clench around his fingers. You can sense his smile against your skin, his fingers easing you out after you’ve come.

You take your time to gather yourself. Once stable, you look up to meet his brown orbs, darkened with desire. Jungkook extracts his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth one by one and sucking them clean, “So fucking delicious, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks get warm from the compliment as he wraps your legs around his waist, his member poking your entrance. You bite your lip, whimpering softly at the thrill of Jeon Jungkook’s cock wrapped around your labia. He grunts, and without a warning, he slides inside your cunt.

Both of you moan simultaneously from the sudden pleasure, his cock stretching your walls to fit in. Once he’s balls deep inside you, he kisses your forehead, relishing the feeling of your warm, drenched core around his shaft. He fills you so perfectly, like two pieces of the same puzzle.

He starts to move, agonizingly slow and gentle, his lips peppering butterfly kisses on your bare skin. But soon, he loses it, jerking his hips to fill you up all the way and pulling away until only his tip is inside you, slamming back to your hilt again.

A string of whimpers escape you, his voice low from desire. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this to you since I saw you. You’re a fucking goddess.”

You pant heavily, looking up at him with doe eyes, crying out and mumbling between his hard thrusts. “I’ve... aah– wanted you too.” He reaches for your clit, his speed fervent. “Since– since I saw you ogling me.”

Jungkook chuckles out, his cock tirelessly hitting your g-spot again and again. “So you caught me staring, huh?”

You kiss him hungrily, moaning in his mouth as his cock brushes against your cervix, “I liked it– oh!”

He angles up his hips, stimulating you differently, in a way that leaves you feeling mushy. He presses on your clit harder, watching his length disappear inside your cunt and reappearing. He smiles when he feels your pussy tensing around him, his voice soft, “You feel so good, y/n.”

“Jungkook–”

He rolls your clit in tight circles, his thrusts now touching your cervix each time. Soon you feel the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening, your voice a prayer as it snaps. Pleasure waves crash down on your body, your inner walls clenching around his cock. He slows down, gathering your body in his arms as you recover from the orgasm, feeling like a mess. Through the haze, you could feel one thing, that his cock is still inside you, hard and throbbing. You gulp, knowing that he’s not done yet.

Jungkook softly pushes you down on the table, the cold metallic surface hitting your back, a tingle running down your spine. He hauls up your legs, putting them up on his shoulders and looking down at you with a newfound tenderness.

His cock slides inside your cunt, filling you up inch by inch until you two are one, again. His movements are rough and demanding, but there’s a fragile intimacy between you.

You close your eyes, feeling slightly dizzy from the friction between your bodies. Your moans are a silent prayer to him. It seems like the more he fills you, the more your want for him crests. His hold on your legs tighten, and you know that he’s close.

“Cum in me, Jungkook...” you look up at him through half-closed eyelids, your cunt pulsating around him, making him growl.

“That’s potentially a dangerous invitation. Are you sure? We aren’t using protection so–”

“I’m on birth control. Please... I need your cum in me.”

“Fuck!”

He nods, giving a few more sloppy thrusts and shuddering, thick, milky ropes of his seed filling you up. You scream his name, quaking as you reach your third orgasm, a low groan falling off his lips. “Y/n... You feel so– oh my god!”

Your walls clamping down on his cock catches him off-guard, his pelvic muscles contracting.

Silence fills up the room, only your heavy breathing echoing through the cold, dimly lit office. He pulls out carefully, carrying you to the nearby washroom and cleaning you up, and cleaning himself.

“Can you walk?” He asks, concern coloring his voice.

You sigh, shaking your head, “I don’t know...”

He cradles you in his arms, taking you to a bedroom that’s connected with his office by an elevator. The door to it is hidden and secured with a number lock.

He puts you down on the bed, kissing your forehead and whispering softly, “I’m so sorry for being a jerk earlier... And I’m so sorry for now, I shouldn’t have worn you out like this...”

You squeeze his hands, looking at him with pain flashing in your eyes, “You were really an asshole with me jungkook... I lost my only family and you were so rough with me about everything... And–”

You stop, your stomach sinking as the thought crosses your mind, “And what did I do? I fucked the detective who’s investigating his murder. I’m– such a horrible niece–”

He bites his lip, his fingers brushing away your tears when you curl up in a cocoon, shame, guilt, pain tearing your heart apart.

“It’s– it’s my fault... Please don’t blame yourself.” Jungkook holds you close, stroking your back while you sob in his arms.

“I promise I’ll find out who did that to your uncle, okay?” He kisses your neck. “In fact, Sammy should be back soon with the fingerprint results of the rest of the Emery family.”

He drapes a soft blanket over you, “Rest, sweetheart. I’ll let you know once I figure out everything.”

Jungkook comes back after another hour, and you sit up immediately, a lump in your throat. “Do you… do you know who did it?”

He sighs, biting his lower lip nervously, “It was Mrs. Emery. Her finger print was found on the button of your top, as well as on your uncle’s phone.”

Clouds of overwhelming emotions gather in your mind… and tears stream down your cheeks in a silent pain that only you know. He comes up to your side quickly, hugging you tightly and patting your back.

“I already sent the police to arrest her. I don’t know why she was trying to frame you, but… we’ll see I guess.”

His protective hands hold you close as sobs wreck your body. You mumble, holding onto him tightly, “I– she took the only person whom I had in my life.”

Jungkook kisses you softly, “Not anymore. You have me y/n.”

the end ♥

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important ass-et | pjm

Summary: You've been tasked with a very important job that you absolutely can't fuck up. After a long day at work, you're at your wits end and who better to end the evening with than your boss?

pairing: CEO!jimin x employee!reader

word count: 8,489

rating: 18+. this work is not suitable for younger audiences.

genre/au: office romance au, coworkers to lovers (?) | smut

warnings: sir kink • mirror kink • spitting • light bondage • squirting • oral (m. & f. receiving) • dirty talk • dom/sub themes • alcohol consumption (not drunk!) • safeword mention (not used!) • impact play (pussy, ass, and thighs baby) • name calling (bitch, slut)

author's note: this self-indulgent thing is for the lovely siya aka @missgeniality! surprise! but not really since i've been teasing this for a HOT minute huh? this is also my first full length fic for the lovely folks over at @btsgoldnetwork! thank you for accepting me into the network! anyway, i do hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think! constructive criticisms are always appreciated!

credits: smoke texture

m.list | ao3

Tick. Tock. Tick.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

When you open your eyes again, you're met with the scowling face of one Park Jimin, lines settling deep into the crevice of his face as he looks at your report silently, eyes darting between line after line of what you've written. Gulping, you school your features into a mask of neutrality, unwilling to betray the nervousness you're currently feeling as you maintain your breathing to endure the scolding that's bound to happen. The waiting is agonizing, the perfectionist CEO in front of you scrutinizing every verb and word choice with pursed lips, pen marking on the margins to make scathing notations on what could be improved upon.

You didn't come this far only to fail. After working for his company for almost eight years of your life, you've managed to climb the ranks quickly, proving yourself with every challenge dropped in the palms of your hands. When the CEO himself approached you in your tiny cubicle, asking you to meet him in his office, you were sure that it was the day you were getting fired and you paced nervously in front of the large wooden doors, thinking about all the mistakes you've done in the past, tears threatening to fall before you push open the doors and await your fate. To your surprise, you're still hired. He lifted an eyebrow at your panicked state, but didn't ask anything as he dropped a large burgundy file on the sleek mahogany table in front of you, an uncaring smile dancing upon his lips.

"I heard you're the best of the best. Show me. Make me proud."

His words still ring in your ears, motivating you to this day. Yet back then, as you perused the file, what you saw was an impossible task in front of you because you were just tasked to lead the audit team for a hotel establishment under Jimin's rule. You should've known than to accept the offer, but something trapped you into saying 'yes'; maybe it was the charisma and sheer power rolling off of the young CEO in droves or the sweet tone of approval in his voice when you signed the non-disclosure agreement, but your mind was off elsewhere when you sold your soul to the devil that day.

Park Jimin has disrupted your simple life since then.

You were giddy at first - trying your best to meet his impossibly high expectations of you by spending night after night in the office. Some days, you don't even go home with the amount of work you had to do; sleeping in the office break room and eating cheap ramen to tie you over. Lately though, you've been feeling frustrated, your needs not being met as you focus on the mountain of paperwork threatening to pull you under and Jimin's offhand flirty comments leaving you absolutely hot and bothered. You've made an effort to ignore your delusions. After all, why would someone like Park Jimin ever want you? With no family name or money to back you up, you're insignificant at best.

"Good," Jimin clears his throat and hands the report back to you. Looks like that's all the praise you'll receive after slaving on the report for two whole weeks. "I've made a few comments on the margins. Please fix them by tonight."

The stress must have made you brave because for the first time, you foolishly snapped, hands balled into fist at your side as you fixed your icy glare towards your boss. "It's 6pm and I'll fix the changes tomorrow."

Jimin blinks, the only twitch in his otherwise cool features that show his surprise. He furrows his brows, tapping his pen against the dark table as he clenches his jaw, sizing you up. The long seconds accompanied by only the clock causes your head to swim, the silence palpable as he looks like he could kill you where you stand. You chastise yourself briefly before opening your mouth to apologise.

Just as the words begin to leave your lips, there's a cat-like grin on Jimin's face as he leans back against his plush white chair, hands folded across his chest. "Answer a few yes/no questions for me."

It isn't a request.

"You've come here to work, is that right?" Jimin leans forward and threads his ringed fingers together before placing his chin on top of it.

You nod.

Jimin stands up then, gliding over towards the edge of the table, propping himself there momentarily. His eyes never leave yours and there's a glint of something dark; something predatory in his gaze. "I'm your boss. Is that right?"

You gulp and nod hesitantly, mind churning in an attempt to find out where he's going with this line of questioning.

"And" - Jimin draws himself to his full height, prowling towards you languidly with his hands in his pockets - "if I asked you to do anything, you'd do it, right?" Jimin drawls the last word, letting it hang in the air as his face leans close to yours, only a hair's breadth between your noses.

You gulp, nodding weakly as you feel yourself get swept away by the intimidating man in a grey suit that surely costs triple your wages for the year. Your own panicked reflection stares at you from his dark sunglasses and he brings his ring-clad fingers to remove them from his face only to toss them carelessly on the table. Jimin tilts his head, colourful tresses falling on his forehead and framing his face, as if he's waiting for something.

"Y-Yes," you squeak out, eventually realising that he wanted to hear an answer from you.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

He lifts his hand and gently cups your trembling face, a dark look in his features that you can't name. Your body betrays you when a gasp leaves your lips, knees threatening to buckle if he comes any closer. There's a dial-up tone beeping through your mind, the roaring of your blood mixing with the fog of desire rendering you useless and all you can do is to maintain your steady breaths, counting the seconds as you wait for him to move.

Jimin's lips turn from a simple smirk into a cruel smile. You can see the flame of excitement in his eyes as his pupils dilate and you bring your knees together as you feel the dampness from your arousal threatening to leak down your thighs.

He chuckles upon releasing you, sauntering away towards his desk and plopping down on his chair as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened; as though he didn't just cause your heart to fall into a thousand floors below you in fear and… in desire.

"Finish it by tonight," Jimin's voice calls out as you dismiss yourself from his office, clutching the burgundy folder against your thrumming heart.

---

Flipping through the notes Jimin left, you gnaw on the inside of your cheeks, thinking about his soft, pillowy lips that were mere inches away from your face and the cologne that has since infiltrated your brain. You've always admired Jimin and you'd be lying to say that you don't find him attractive, but even with the few flirtatious comments he's said towards you in the past, you've never found him so… appealing.

No, you nag firmly as your brain comes up with possible images of a naked Jimin. We are not doing this today.

Huffing out a sigh, you try once more to focus on your work and for some time, the distraction helps. You're well into finishing your first page of corrections when the last employees wave their goodbyes, encouraging you to stay strong. Sitting alone in the dim office, you let your tired body slump forward, putting your head in your hands. You glance at the bottom corner of your laptop screen to find that it's 8pm, which explains why your stomach is growling with hunger. You check through your favourite app for any deliveries, only to find that you're suddenly without appetite for anything they're currently offering. Ah, well, looks like it's another cup noodle day for you.

Making your way to the office pantry is like second nature to you. Hell, this entire office is already becoming your second home. There's a blanket at the very bottom drawer of your desk and extra supplies like a toothbrush, deodorant, and some simple makeup for when you need to look presentable the next day. Showering is easy since the office has a gym on the bottom floor too. All the office needs is a functioning stove and you could probably sell all your furniture to move in permanently into the space. Your musings put a smile on your face as you chuckle while you wait for the water to finish heating up.

"You look nice when you smile."

Whirling around in shock, you're met with your smirking boss leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Embarrassed, you quickly drop into a bow before turning your attention towards the singing kettle. The surprise from unexpectedly seeing him in the pantry causes you to touch the hot piece of metal and you jump backwards, clutching your injured hand and dipping it in your mouth. Heat flames your cheek and you can't bring yourself to meet Jimin's eyes, so you stare resolutely at the bright red packaging of the cup ramen instead.

"Are you okay?" There's genuine concern in his voice that makes you look up. Jimin's eyebrows scrunching slightly on his forehead as he moves closer towards you.

"Yes" - his eyebrow quirks upwards - "...sir," you answer swiftly, ripping open the ramen package and pouring out the hot water into the cup before making a move to dash away, clutching the warm styrofoam in your hands.

There's a quiet, disapproving tsking sound and Jimin's arm shoots out in front of your chest, barring your escape. "Cup ramen is bad for you. If you're hungry, come with me."

"I still have work to do," you mumble weakly, trying to get as far away as you press your back towards the counter.

"I know. I assigned you that work. And I believe we had a chat earlier about doing exactly what you're told to do, didn't we? Hmm?"

When you don't answer immediately, his jaw tenses and, in one swift moment, he rips the styrofoam cup away from your hands to slam it on the counter. "Come with me," he commands quietly and circles his large hand around your wrist as he tugs you with him, ignoring the weak protests falling from your lips.

You stop struggling eventually, letting him drag you to the elevator down to the basement. It's not until he unlocks the car door - a sleek black Tesla that probably costs half of the houses in your neighbourhood combined - and opens the passenger seat for you to slide into that he lets go of your wrist, gesturing with a mischievous bow and a wink.

"Thank you," you mumble as you duck into the car. Jimin simply nods, closing the door after making sure your feet are inside. As he walks towards the driver's side, there's a strange coiling in your stomach as you take in the scent that is so wholly Jimin mixed with the smell of the luxurious leather seats.

"Where do you want to eat? Don't worry, I'll pay." It's with those words that you realise you've left your purse on your desk and another wave of embarrassment washes over you, causing your hands to shake as you attempt to buckle in.

As though he's sensing your distress, Jimin leans forward, warmth radiating from his body, as he helps you push the metal in the slot. You don't know how much your heart can take anymore. And you're unsure if it's intentional, but you feel Jimin's hands linger on your waist, your skin searing underneath the white blouse. When he pulls away, you gasp, feeling his fingers skirting over your exposed thighs and you clamp your lips in embarrassment, noting the devilish smile and the quirk of his eyebrows before you quickly turn away.

A quiet chuckle comes from his direction as he starts the car, drumming his fingers on the black, leather steering wheel. There's an occasional clink of metal as his rings hit one another and it takes everything in you not to look at his beautiful hands. You can imagine them though, and you close your eyes momentarily, reminiscing at the strong grip he had on your wrist, though your eyes snap open when your mind delves deeper in your thoughts, pulling an image of Jimin wrapping those very same fingers around your throat.

Oh my, if cup noodles aren't good for your overall physical health, Park Jimin is not good for your mental well-being.

Jimin plays some music as he drives, a smooth jazz beat that thumps across the car filled with expensive subwoofers. Your ears perk up when you hear him humming, voice lilting as it plucks notes out of thin air, harmonizing beautifully with the low tones of the saxophone. You can't help but slide your eyes to his handsome face, marveling at the way he's moving his body as he sings along to the rhythm. The lights blurring past your speed enhances the rainbow in his hair and you're awestruck.

How can a man be so beautiful?

Jimin must have sensed your eyes on him because he flashes you a grin, perfect rows of teeth glinting at you like a toothpaste commercial. He laughs freely when your cheeks redden and you glare at the road, wishing the car had an 'Eject' button you can push to get you out of this situation. Although your heart betrays the calm demeanor you're trying to project, you can't help the smile that forms on your lips and you realise that it's the first time that you feel comfortable and relaxed in the presence of your boss.

When he stops the car, you gawk at the grand building that stretches so high up, you can't see the top even as you careen your neck. There's a marvelous statue made of gold where small throngs of people walk on the steps on either side, all of them dressed in refinery. Feeling out of place in your simple black pencil skirt and white blouse, you turn to Jimin, eyes pleading towards him to take you somewhere else, but he pays you no heed, already exiting out of the car and tossing his car keys towards the valet before crossing over and opening your door.

"Come," he commands, holding out his arm towards you.

Your eyes turn into slits as you regard his hand, yet you gingerly loop your own around it anyway as he helps you stand. There's a ripple of gasps around you, but before you can figure out what's happening, Jimin's already whisking you away, reminding you to be careful as the marble steps tend to be slippery.

"I hope you like Italian. You didn't say anything in the car and it's been a while since I've been here. I hope the menu is to your liking," Jimin whispers as he leans closer, his breath tickling your ear.

You nod mutely, staring at the large glass doors ahead of you as it swallows the people inside. The ripples of murmurs start again, but as you're about to turn your head to see the commotion behind you, yet again, Jimin captures your attention and your eyes fall back to his side profile.

"Do you like wine?"

You shrug nonchalantly. You're not much of a connoisseur for alcohol, preferring to get drunk on liquor that costs $5 or less. "I like reds," you answer simply.

Jimin makes a humming noise and he slips from your grasp to put his hand on your lower back. The electricity that runs down your spine at the contact causes you to gasp and you stumble slightly forward before his hand shoots up to wrap around your sides.

"Careful," he whispers low.

Finally, you reach the top of the stairs pressed up against Jimin's side and you can note the stares that are thrown your way. What is this place anyway?

"Mr. Park, please, come in," the bellman greeted him warmly, bowing low as he opens the wide door for you.

"Chase. How's the family?"

You blink at the colorful man, surprised that he knows the man's name, let alone make small talk to an employee. It's not that you think Jimin's cold-hearted, but billionaires like him don't tend to care for people like you. Perhaps you've judged him too harshly.

The bellman and Jimin exchange a few pleasantries, laughing at a few shared stories before he says his goodbye, whisking you into the grand, golden building.

The inside is just as luxurious as you'd imagine, tall marble ceilings and plush scarlet carpet trailing to the receptionist desk at the far wall. A gigantic, crystal chandelier glints in the room, swaying gently as it refracts beams of light to dance on the walls. The conversations within the space are hushed, people leaning towards each other intimately. A beautiful, white grand piano is playing on its own in the center of the room, a haunting melody filling the space. There's a few seating areas scattered about the corners of the lobby, gentlemen dressed similarly to Jimin pointing at thick reports and looking sternly at their phones while sitting back on dark chaise lounges.

Jimin veers left, squeezing your waist in indication because you momentarily forget that he's there, too transfixed at the movie set-like interior. You notice the look of surprise on the hostess' face when the two of you enter, but it disappears quickly when she puts on a mask of professionalism, bowing quickly at you.

"Mr. Park, it's a pleasure to see you again. Same table, sir?"

Jimin doesn't talk to her as affectionately as he did with Chase, but he still calls her by her first name and without a name tag on her lapel, you are even more impressed by his memory.

She takes you to the seating by the window where the view outside is of a garden with soft lights filtering from the ground. Placing a menu on your side, she rattles off the specials for tonight, though your knowledge of Italian food is rusty and you can't quite figure out the dishes she's suggesting. The hostess leaves you with a quick bow, letting you know that the waiter will be there shortly with some water.

"What do you think?" Jimin asks without looking up from the menu, legs crossed over the other as his hand rubs his chin in thought. "Anything caught your eye yet?"

Quickly scanning the menu, you find some familiar words like lasagna and beef and your eyes widen when you see that there aren't a lot of zeroes next to the particular number. Maybe you should come here again, treat yourself to a beautiful dress and a wonderful evening with yourself. "I'll have the lasagna, I think. You?"

Just as Jimin starts to speak, the waiter comes to place two glasses of water in front of you, introducing himself quickly before asking if you're ready to order. You point at the menu in lieu of actually saying words, afraid that you'll butcher the Italian words and become more of an embarrassment in front of your boss.

"I'll have the usual. Oh, and a glass of wine for the miss. Anything from '96. Red, please, " Jimin smiles warmly at the waiter, gesturing at you with an open palm.

The waiter bows after repeating the order and informing you that the food will be done in twenty minutes. When he departs, you're hit with the sudden realisation that you're alone with your boss in a fancy restaurant and the awkwardness of having nothing in common starts to creep under your skin. So, you busy yourself with staring straight outside the garden, ignoring the pointed looks that Jimin throws your way. Your mind is in a frenzy. Jimin's always been a kind boss, but he's also been somewhat cruel with his remarks on your performance, expecting nothing short of perfection from all his employees.

Does he treat all the female employees like this? A sudden thought worms its way to your mind. You can't help it, but you feel a pang of something akin to jealousy, but that's ridiculous. Sure, you find your boss extremely attractive, but you don't want to date him… right?

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jimin's voice cuts through your daydream and you turn your head to find him smirking as he drinks from the glass. The only warning you receive is a waggle of eyebrows and then he's fucking with you; allowing streaks of water to dribble down the column of his neck, Adam's apple bobbing as he takes in a large gulp.

Don't think about the dampness between your legs. You're only going to make it worse! You groan inwardly, resolutely looking away from Jimin. Yet, as you hear the clinking of rings against glass, your eyes find their way towards him again. Jimin's using a napkin the wrong way. He's patting the front of his shirt dry, that much is evident, but then, he brings it to his mouth, tugging the pillowy lips to bring attention to how pink and utterly kissable they are.

You take a shuddering gasp, legs locked tightly in place underneath the white table cloth. Much to your relief, the waiter returns and captures Jimin's attention, rattling off French names and you assume they're discussing the wine pairing for the night. It takes a while for him to choose and you use the time to really look at him.

His colourful hair is the newest addition, he's been indecisive about which colours to choose from, so he decided that the most logical option is to have all of it. Then there's his hands. You've heard laughter from inside his office when his friends come over, teasing him about how cute he is and how dainty his fingers are, though you frankly can't see it. The man is intimidation walking on two legs. You've thought about those hands ever since he gripped you in the pantry and again when he's plastered you by his side as you walk through the doors of the hotel. Finally, there's his jaw. Smooth and sharp that you'll let him cut you over and over again. Although it's definitely not on purpose, you find the tensing of his jaw incredibly attractive and you've made simple mistakes over the past few weeks just to irritate him. You're not sure how a man can be so perfect; like he's made to literally cause suffering for all mankind because of his beauty.

You blink when you realise you've been staring at him, long after the waiter has left your table. Jimin doesn't seem to mind, giving you a wink when you come to your senses. He leans back against his chair, hands resting on his knees like he's the king. Like he owns the place.

Oh.

Oh.

"Do you… own this place? Wait, is this the hotel you assigned to me/" you ask dumbly, not really expecting an answer.

Jimin laughs anyway, bringing his hand to cover his mouth as he nods. "I own a large part of the building, yes."

"And all the people here?"

"I hired them. I'll let you in on a little secret, but you have to promise me that you won't breathe a word to anyone."

Jimin leans closer and as if you're pulled by a magnet, you do too, faces meeting at the middle, so close to one another that if you scooted your chair forward, your noses would bump.

"Most of the staff here have been in prison."

That's not a sentence you expected to hear.

You balk, but he continues. "I give them a fresh start by working here and if they do a good job, they can continue to climb the ranks. Being in customer service isn't easy, what with having to deal with so many rude customers, but I hope it gives them a new purpose in life." There's a wistful look in Jimin's eyes, a momentary lapse of silence before he opens his mouth again. "The audit I've placed in your hands? You're right. It's this very hotel and everything involving these employees. From their room and board, which they get for free as soon as they sign the contract, to their families. That's why I've been so hard on you. I know you'll do a tremendous job, and you've exceeded my expectations so far, but this is important to me."

As he finishes his sentence, he leans back on the chair, a small, shy smile forming on his lips. Maybe one day you'll find out why he's doing all this, but your heart blooms with pride; with joy, at the epiphany that you're working directly under a CEO that cares a little too much about people. Not that it's a bad thing.

The food arrives shortly afterward and you find that it's much easier to talk to Jimin after knowing his secret, promising him again and again that you won't say anything to anyone. The waiter returns once more as you're digging into the lasagna, bringing a bottle of wine and showing the two of you the label before he pours it into your glass. You'd be a goddamn liar if you knew what the cursive French words said, but you nod in thanks anyway, bringing the red liquor to your lips, swirling the liquid around slightly as you take the first few sips.

Fuck. This wine is better than sex.

You close your eyes, relishing in the way it coats your tongue. The bitter liquid has a sweet, chocolate aftertaste that's so delicious, you can't help the sigh that escapes your lips. You hear Jimin's tittering chuckle and when you open your eyes, he's staring straight at you, an amused smile on his features. Cheeks flushed pink, you set the wine glass down and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, hands trembling as you pick up the silverware to eat again. Dinner resumes with quiet conversations and at one point, the lights start to dim and your waiter comes back with a tea candle and a small vase filled with roses, setting it on the end of the table closer to the window.

This feels-

"...feels like a date, huh?" Jimin laughs, shaking his head to the side, unaware that he just finished your sentence in your head.

You press your lips together, trying to hide the demure smile that's threatening to take over. And perhaps it's the fact that this is the best conversation you've had with a guy in combination with the delicious wine you just finished, but you gaze into Jimin's dark eyes.

"I wouldn't mind if it is."

Giggles burst from your stomach as you take in his shocked expression. For the first time in the many years you've worked for his company, you've never seen him so wide-eyed before and, dare you say, eager.

"Your dessert, sir." The voice of the waiter seems to shock the both of you, heads snapping to his direction as he presents two bowls of vanilla ice cream. "It's on the house. Please, enjoy the rest of your evening."

You stare at the bowl in front of you, mind churning with possibilities on how you can turn the tables on him. Jimin's always been the one teasing you; is it so wrong that you want it to be your turn? With a wink, you scoop the ice cream in your mouth, letting some of it dribble on the corners of your lips as you bring your tongue to swipe the stray streaks. A quiet moan leaves your lips as you lick the spoon clean, pulling it out with a soft pop. There's a telltale sign of hitched breathing coming from the man in the grey suit and his hands shoot forward to grip at your wrist, a flame of desire burning behind his eyes.

"Don't you fucking dare."

You're not sure what he meant by that exactly, but you break free from his hold to do it again, eyes never straying from his handsome face. You relish at the shadow that passes through his features: jaw locked tight as he glowers at you, pupils so dilated that it turns his irises black. He growls in warning, silently commanding you to stop, but you don't care, the alcohol in your system makes you brave as you forget the embarrassment you've endured that night.

When the bowl is thoroughly emptied of ice cream, you take your finger and dip it in, humming as you coat your digit in the cold sweet cream before popping it in your mouth, eyes closing as you suck.

"Okay. That's it." Jimin whispers harshly, slamming his chair back as he grabs your wrist and pulls you up. "Send the bill electronically," he barks at the poor waiter, who could only bow in respect as he scurries away.

---

"You," Jimin roars when the elevator doors close. In an instant, he's trapped you effectively with his body and you're unable to move without meeting either of his hands that are slammed to the sides of your head. "What the fuck was that?"

Giggling nervously, you play with the hem of your pencil skirt as you look up at him through your lashes, tilting your head slightly to give him an innocent smile. "What's wrong? I was only eating ice cream." You bat your eyelashes for added effect, the stain on your panties growing wetter as you anticipate what he'll do next.

You're surprised, but not really, when he wraps his pretty, ringed hand around your throat, giving it a slight squeeze in warning, a sinful gasp leaving your lips when he looks at you with those lustful eyes.

"You're a fucking brat is what's wrong. And I see that you're not the slightest bit trained." Jimin's breath is hot as it fans across your cheek. As you're about to retort, he rolls his hips forward, dragging his erection against your stomach. Your eyes widen at the drag of his cock, eyes rolling backwards when he presses his knee between your legs and digging it harshly on your wet cunt. You grind on the sensation, moaning wantonly in the confined space.

"Pathetic slut," he spits, tipping your chin harshly upwards to meet his glare. "Look at you, all needy and panting when I've barely touched you. Fuck, you've ruined my pants."

Your walls flutter at the derogatory pet name, hands finding their way to grab at his collar to pitch him forward, needing his lips on yours immediately. Of course, Jimin doesn't indulge you, pulling away just as swiftly to flip you over, your cheek pressed firmly on the cold mirror of the elevator as he loosens his tie, using it to bind your wrists together.

"The safeword is 'audit'," he growls into your ear, his back firmly pressed on yours as he rolls his hips again, directly on your cunt. "Say it, so I know your head is useful for something."

You repeat the word back to him and though you know resistance is futile, you make an attempt to loosen the tie, only to have a firm hand swat at your ass. You groan at the pain, loving the way it causes your legs to shiver as you feel him press up against you again. Though you would typically prefer some privacy, it excites you to be doing something so indecent where people can walk in at any moment.

Cold metal grazes your heat as you feel his fingers drag across your panties. You arch your back and push into his hand, whining at the contact. Jimin chuckles, unrelenting in his slow pace as he traces alphabets on your clothed cunt.

"Already wet for me, dearest? Would you like me to fuck you here? Right now? Where someone can catch us at any point in time?"

You can't form a coherent sentence, tongue laden only with moans that almost resemble his name. Your breath fogs the mirror of the elevator, chest pressed up so tightly against the metal that you struggle to breathe. Jimin rucks your skirt up around your waist and strips you of your ruined panties, presumably stuffing it in his pants, a moan leaving his lips when he sees your glistening cunt for the first time. There's not a moment of hesitation when he plunges his middle finger in, the loud squelching mixed with the sounds of your moans rattling the walls of the elevator.

"Pathetic cunt," Jimin hisses and uses his other hand to tip your chin upwards, your eyes instantly meeting your reflection. The girl in front of you is disheveled, clothes wrinkly and eyes glassy as you take in the evident pleasure written on her face. "Look at you, so beautiful like this. So submissive."

When Jimin inserts another finger in your cunt, you abandon all your thoughts. You scratch the mirror in front of you, unable to find purchase in anything as your cunt gushes arousal down your legs, making a mess on the floor. Then, to your horror, the elevator dings. Your attempt at pushing Jimin off of you is met with a slap against your thighs as he picks up the pace.

"Jimin, fuck, please," your mind tries to form coherent sentences, but he takes the moment to run his thumb on your clit, halting your thoughts immediately.

Your cunt seizes his fingers when the elevator doors open and to your surprise, a grand office greets you instead of some poor shocked souls. Walls lined with bookshelves and a gigantic window on the far end casts the moon's light on a large oak desk. There's sofas in the center of the room, a glass coffee table settled between them, and a large persian carpet nestled underneath.

"Surprised?" Jimin laughs, still thrusting into you albeit he switches to a more languid pace this time. "Your cunt wrapped around me real tight when you thought we were going to get caught. Is that what you want, bitch? You like the idea of possibly getting caught?"

He doesn't let you answer, working his fingers inside of you as you howl his name. "That's not my name, slut. You'll be referring to me as 'sir' from now on," he growls, fingers curling inside you to drag across your g-spot.

After a few more thrusts, he leaves your pussy empty as he struts out of the elevator, sucking on his sodden fingers as he winks at you, his reflection smug in the mirror. You try to gather what energy you have left and you stumble after him, hands bound together and legs weak from a high that you haven't quite achieved.

---

"Tease," you pout, bottom lip quivering as the tears threaten to fall from your eyes when you regain your senses. How can a man this beautiful exude so much power?

Jimin chuckles at that, leaving his chair to lessen the distance between your bodies, rings digging painfully on your cheeks as he grips them tightly. "Tease, am I? Pray tell, how am I the tease?"

"You knew we were going to be in this office, didn't you?" you challenge. "The elevator just automatically spits us here. There's no way we were going to be caught."

Jimin laughs, shrugging his shoulders in confirmation. "I believe I wasn't the one enjoying myself. I'll make it up to you, hm? Come here."

Foolishly, you close the gap between your chests fully and Jimin dips his head lower to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. His hand tugs at the strands of your hair and you gasp, letting him run his tongue all over yours in the process. You can faintly taste yourself and you're raring to go again.

"On your knees, darling."

The dampness that pools between your legs threaten to spill on the floor as you watch Jimin finally unbuckling his pants, revealing his thick, veiny cock into his cold office. You gulp at the saliva that's about to spill from your slack jaw and you pant heavily at the sight of the red, weeping head, wondering if it'll even fit inside you.

He strokes his length a few times, groaning as his gaze drifts towards yours, whose eyes are wide in fascination. "Open," he pants, leaving traces of precum on your lips.

Moaning, you do as you're told and Jimin abruptly shoves his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat in one go. You gag around his length, the burn causing fresh tears to roll off your face, but it's so good. With shallow breaths, you swallow around his length as your hand cups and plays with his balls. The sound of Jimin groaning above you is music to your ears. Your pace starts out slow, saliva clinging to his length and down your chin. Hollowing your cheekbones lets you hear more of those sweet sounds stumbling from Jimin's mouth and so, with one more shallow breath, you increase your efforts until his breathing stutters and he removes himself from you with a hiss and a hard grip on your head.

"If I knew what that mouth could do, I'd fuck you sooner," he rasps, breathing still heavy despite the tired smile he gives you. "Do you want to cum, darling? Creammy cock and make an absolute mess of yourself?"

You nod almost too eagerly.

Chuckling, Jimin moves to sit on his office chair and leaves you on the floor, crooking a finger towards you and patting his leg. With trembling legs, you pad slowly towards his lap, the tie binding your arms together making it hard for you to balance. Your blouse is sticky with a mixture of sweat and saliva, making your skin crawl. All you want is for Jimin to rip it all off, seam to seam, leaving you naked and breathless in front of him, but you say nothing as you get closer, breathing in the heady scent of his cologne instead.

Gingerly, you place both your legs on either side of the chair, trying to balance yourself in the tight space as you lower your aching core. Jimin's not helping, hands gripping firmly at the handles of the seat and a smile dancing on his lips. "If you want to cum, do it yourself, slut," he taunts, rolling his hips upwards to glide his cock on your entrance.

With what little bratty attitude left in your body, you begin to slide across his length instead, smearing his pants with your arousal. You let the moans tumble freely from your lips, mutters of expletives and his name wedged between the sounds as you continue to build your high. A triumphant smile graces your lips as you see Jimin shudder, eyes closing halfway before his grip leaves the chair and slams firmly on your ass. You keen, head thrown back at the pain, yet your cunt gushes out in response, soaking the front of his pants completely.

Jimin tuts as he chuckles, lifting you up and away from his lap and placing you face first on his oak table instead. "My slut still needs to be trained, huh? I guess the earlier punishment in the elevator isn't enough for you, hmm?" Each word is punctuated by a harsh slap on your ass, the flesh reddening with every contact from his hand.

"Ah - Jimin - no more!" you cry, tears flooding your vision at the onslaught of pain and pleasure.

At the mention of his name, Jimin growls, thrusting two fingers harshly inside you, already knuckle-deep as he curls his fingers inside your velvet walls as he continues to spank you with his free hand. "That's not my fucking name, and you know it. I have in my hands a pathetic slut who can't even follow simple instructions. What's going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm? I bet it's the thought of my cock fucking you raw on this table," Jimin laughs as you struggle, another swat on your ass makes you fall flat on the table, unable to keep your legs up any further. He takes the opportunity to land a firm hand across your weeping cunt, massaging the sensitive bud with the tip of his fingers when you shudder at the contact. You don't have to look behind you to know that the table is coated with a new layer of varnish. "You're not done yet, are you? We haven't even fucked yet. On your knees, baby."

"...Sir," you whimper, letting the force of his fingers bring you closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Good girl. Fuck, if you wanted to be punished, you should've just said so. Instead you try and try my patience. Look where that's gotten you?" He ends the statement by ceasing all movements. "Bad girls don't deserve to cum, you know?" he taunts, mocking laughter slipping from his lips as he watches you howl and thrash against the table, orgasm rudely taken away from you.

With those words he slips his ring-clad fingers away from your cunt, the force of the removal causes you to squirt some more, warm juices gushing out of you in waves. Jimin hums his approval, loving the little spasms that wrack through your body..

Jimin walks over to where your head lays and smiles, threading his dainty fingers on your hair to tug your face upwards. Your eyes are unfocused, too lost in the way he's looking at you; at the prideful smirk on his lips. His other hand comes to stroke your cheek before placing his thumb on your lips. His smirk grows into a full-on smile when your eyes close and your mouth opens, sucking and mewling around his digit. "Had enough, slut? Are you going to be a good girl now?" he whispers softly as he places a tender kiss on your sweat-covered forehead.

You nod, letting his thumb go before replying. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Relax, let me take care of you, okay?"

Jimin drops your head gently on the table, smoothing out the strands away from your face as you sigh against his gentle touch. As he walks to the other side of the desk, his fingers don't leave you, always touching a part of your body before it stops to rub circles on your lower back. You moan, arching your tired back to feel more.

"Would you prefer if I give you a massage here," he asks while he digs through your sore back momentarily before Jimin's fingers trail lower and push two digits deep into your cunt, "or here?"

Your head snaps upwards, a guttural sound ripping itself from your throat as Jimin thrusts languidly inside your sopping cunt, relishing in the tremors that shake your body. His free hand massages your ass in an attempt to soothe the smarting flesh caused by his wicked hand.

"Ah - fuck - sir," you gasp, feeling his tongue on your clit as he continues to curl his fingers inside, bringing you dangerously close to the edge with just a few strokes. Jimin hums, the vibration making you rut against his face as you struggle against your binds.

"Can you squirt again, baby?" he moans between licks. "Wanna drink you up."

"I don't know - fuck, fuck, right there, right there. Shit, I'm going to - ah - gonna cum, please, please let me cum, sir!" you keen, gripping the ropes that bind you on your back. Your face is marked with splotches of drool and tears, but you don't care that you look like a mess because Jimin's face is about to be just as ruined.

Jimin thrusts his fingers faster and his mouth sucks up all the juices that dribble freely from your cunt. He's unrelenting as the fire continues to spread across your body, the familiar waves making your toes curl. You're unsure what words you're panting out at the moment, brain and pussy filled with Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, but after a particularly deep thrust, you soak the front of his expensive dress shirt with your arousal, a high-pitched whine bouncing off the walls of his office as you finally reach your end.

His thrusts slow before stopping completely, moaning as he removes his arousal-covered face from your body. Jimin makes quick strides to loom over you before dropping his face to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He pries your mouth open with expertise, tongue chasing yours as you moan, tasting yourself. The kiss is sloppy, drool freely running down the column of your throat as he continues to fuck your mouth with his tongue. When the two of you part, gasping for air, Jimin's eyes are glassy, his jaw set as he takes a hold of your chin gently.

"Open."

Eager to please, you do as you're told, opening your mouth wide and extending your tongue outwards. Jimin tips your face upwards towards him and there's a slight movement from his jaw and throat as you realise what he's about to do. A fat glob of spit falls on your tongue and you moan, shutting your eyes. Jimin does it again, filling your mouth slowly with a pool of saliva and your own arousal. You keep the mixture in your mouth, still parted slightly, so he can see your obedience.

"Good girl. Swallow."

And as you do, your cunt clenches painfully over nothing. You whine against his hold, hands completely numb from the tie and you have no upper body strength left to keep you up. Jimin kisses you chastely once more as he places your head on the table. Moving back to the other side, he unties your wrists with deft fingers, massaging them to get the blood flow going.

"Hands and knees on the table," he commands, voice ringing from all directions.

Limbs trembling and bones screaming with exhaustion, you force yourself to comply, even as you hear your joints popping from the tension in your body. Praise trickles out of Jimin's mouth with careless abandon as he massages your hips, voice low as he remarks how good you're doing, turning your body pliant in his hands.

And - oh, there. Jimin's cockhead rubs against your weeping cunt, slapping it against your clit a few times only to bury himself all the way to the hilt, a groan slipping from his plush lips as your walls clench around him. You buck your hips backward in an effort to get used to his length, silently begging for him to move slowly at first.

"I should've fucked you ages ago. Fuck, you're so tight, baby."

Jimin ruts slowly into you, a small bit of mercy, as he lets you adjust to the stretch of his cock. You shudder at the slight burn, the fullness inside you making you writhe on the wooden table as you wiggle your hips. There's a chuckle from behind you as Jimin unsheathes himself, leaving only the head, before abruptly slamming his cock wholly inside. Your muffled whimpers and pants do nothing to stop his movements as he continues, gradually building up momentum until he's rapidly thrusting his cock deep in your pussy.

For the second time that night, Jimin brings you closer to the edge of pleasure, flame erupting from your core as he snakes a hand to play with your clit. He's unrelentless, his desire to drive you crazy fueling the snap of his hips, especially when he brings a knee on the table to fuck you deeper, the angle causing his cock to brush repeatedly on your g-spot. With only a few more thrusts, your battered cunt spasms, walls flutter tightly against his length, and you see stars when you close your eyes. There isn't enough time to give him a warning as you cum and you scream his name as you flood his table again.

Jimin growls your name, his high also rapidly approaching as his hands leave your hips to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling you away from the table. "Fuck, this cunt was made for me. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum." His words send fresh shivers down your spine as you keen, muscles screaming with exhaustion and overstimulation as he continues to pound his cock repeatedly inside you. "Yeah? You like the idea of walking around filled with my cum? Oh, fuck, baby, you're going to be the death of me."

With a final grunt and a stutter in his hips, Jimin cums, heat filling your insides as he paints it white and you moan his name in reverence, tightening your cunt to milk him of his cum completely. He removes himself from you with a groan, eyes dark with lust as he watches his arousal oozing from your cunt. You groan tiredly when you feel his fingers fuck the cum back inside, a silent instruction to keep it in for as long as you could.

A pleased hum leaves his lips at the sight of you on the table and with a gentleness that he hasn't displayed all night, he lifts you up and carries you to the dark sofa in the center of the room, dropping your tired body on the heaps of pillows. Though he had instructed you to keep his cum inside, he leaves momentarily and comes back with a handkerchief, wiping the lower part of your body as you try to steady your breathing.

"Let me take you home. You've been wonderful," he murmurs as he sits next to you, lifting your head so it rests on his lap. His hands massage your battered limbs and you whine, the strain beginning to settle in from fucking on a hard surface.

"I have work to do…" you whisper. "This was only supposed to be dinner."

Jimin chuckles, pride twinkling in his eyes. "I'm the boss. I'm commanding you to worry about work tomorrow. After all, you've already proven yourself to me plenty." He opens his cellphone then, talking in hushed noises as his hand drifts to play with your hair. You only hear bits of conversation as your eyes droop close, the exhaustion catching up to you, rendering you close to sleep.

Your eyes snap open when Jimin whispers your name, still stroking your hair. "Come on, let's get some sleep. I've reserved a room already." He helps you up and goes to the elevator, picking up your ruined panties along the way as you blush, trying to fix your appearance to look semi-presentable.

"Do you want to know something funny?"

You tilt your chin in his direction, having just finished putting your hair in a bun.

"Our room number is 69."

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Posted: 6.22.21 at 2:20am CST