💄 genre(s): smut, co-workers to lovers, office au, christmas au
💄 pairing: park jimin x (f) reader
💄 summary: office parties are always a drag, but a secret santa gift exchange may be just the thing.
💄 rating: 21+
💄 word count: 2.7k
💄 warning(s): language, anxiety, kissing, oral (f. receiving), doggy style, breast play, slight dom/sub, pet names, office sex, cumshots, lingerie
💄credits: for the fire and ice gift exchange hosted by @ksmutsociety and special thanks to @shadowkoo for this wonderful event!!
💄 a/n: dear ley @pars-ley im your secret santa!!! i hope you enjoy this fic and you have a wonderful holiday and new year 💜💜💜
“To a successful winter season, thank you all from the bottom of my heart!”
The crowd roared with applause as the champagne corks popped and the drinks flowed. Christmas was finally here. After a successful fourth quarter, Faire la Fete could now relax going into the new year.
But someone was missing from the festivities. Not that it was a surprise to anyone. You were an overachiever to some, but a hard worker by your standards.
Work harder, play harder you always said, although the play never happened the majority of the time.
Hunched over your computer, you barely noticed your best friend and department lead Kim Taehyung pop into your office.
”What are you doing?”
Your eyes glance up to see a flushed face with a goofy grin standing in the doorway. Annoyance covers your face as you bring your attention back to the computer screen.
”What’s it look like I’m doing?”
”Well, it looks like you're being a Debbie Downer. The party is right out here waiting for you.”
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “No time. I have to get these financial reports to our overseas clients before midnight their time.”
”How could you still have work to do? You finished everything two weeks ago.”
You clear your throat, attempting to ignore him, but knowing Taehyung, he’d bother you until you answered.
”Fine. If you must know, I’m trying to get a head start on next quarter’s report.”
”Oh fuck that,” Taehyung grabs your hand a pulls you to your feet. “You’re coming down to the party immediately and I don’t wanna hear any fuss. You work too much!”
”Tae-“
“I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s go, Missy.”
Complaints fall on deaf ears. You let Taehyung drag you down to the holiday party, a frown plastered on your face.
He shoves a champagne flute in your hand with a plate of hors d’oeuvres-when did he get those-and left you to your own devices.
While it wasn’t super crowded, you still felt your anxiety grow.
That is until a voice calls your name. Even over the music and talking, you hear it clearly. Turning, you face the one person you’d been trying to avoid the entire day.
Oval-shaped face with high cheekbones and kissable full lips. Tousled, medium-length ash blonde hair with bangs covered those piercing eyes.
Park Jimin.
The Park Jimin of sales and marketing. The same man who helped bring their company global.
The lingerie company had become one of the leading design houses. Their brand started small in independent boutiques and after Paris Fashion Week, it went global. There was a high demand; the designers couldn’t keep up with the orders, but Jimin made it look easy.
You always admired him from afar. He was by far the most popular person in their company. Women flock to him in droves.
Regardless of the attention he receives, he always makes a point to speak to you or sit with you during lunch breaks.
Tae would tease you endlessly about Jimin, only making your shyness grow. Of course, you found him charming, any person would, but what did you have to offer him? Your world revolves around statistics and numbers. You two were complete opposites.
”I didn’t think you’d ever come out of your office,” he replied with a smile.
Your lips lift, returning his smile bashfully. “Taehyung really didn’t give me a choice.”
”Well, I’m happy you did. You helped make this possible.”
You snort, taking a sip from the flute. “I just ran the numbers. That’s not that important.”
Jimin’s lips turn downward, staring at you. “Don’t sell yourself short. You're a valuable asset to the company. We’d be struggling without you.”
You avert your gaze, glancing anywhere but him. Jimin couldn’t help but smile. You were always so cute when you got bashful.
He shakes from his thoughts of you when the CEO gets up once more to congratulate the team.
”I’m honored to have such an amazing team. Let’s take Faire la Fete to the moon and back!”
The workers clap again as she holds up her hands to quiet the room. “In the spirit of the holidays, let's commence with the Secret Santa exchange! I’ve organized the presents by department. Enjoy yourselves and Merry Christmas!”
This was something you weren’t excited for, especially since this year everyone got someone from a different department. Your person was from HR, and while you didn’t know them well, you hoped the gift would suffice. The limit was at least one hundred dollars so a fragrance kit seemed like the best choice.
But who picked your name?
Your eyes hone in on a bright red skinny box with your name on the tag. What could it be? You pick it up curiously. Whoever wrapped it, took care to make it nice and neat.
”Open your gift yet?”
You jump in surprise seeing Jimin there holding his gift.
”Uh…not yet,” you answer.
”What are you waiting for?”
Taehyung runs over with a grin. “Yeah! Let’s see what you got!”
Realization crosses Jimin’s face as he bites down on his lip. “On second thought, maybe you should wait.”
Your brow raises in curiosity. “Why? Everyone else is opening their gifts.”
”I-I know but-“
You pout and stare at your package. Why did Jimin look that nervous all of a sudden? It was bad enough that you got pulled from your office and now you couldn’t enjoy yourself.
Grumbles pass your lips as you decide to disregard his suggestion and open your gift.
If your face got any redder, they could have roasted marshmallows on it.
Your eyes gloss over the red lacy material in the box.
”What the fuck?”
Taehyung covers his mouth to stifle the laughter threatening to spill out.
Before you can react more, Jimin grabs your hand running to his office. Your voice catches up with you as he locks the door behind you.
”What the hell Jimin?!”
He winces and leans against the door. “I-I can explain.”
You throw the box on his desk and begin to pace. “Yes! Please do! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life!”
”Well…it’s not like anyone else saw it,” he argues.
“Tae was enough,” you shout, “I can’t believe this!”
Jimin crosses his arms. “It’s not that bad, it's actually the newest piece for next quarter.”
“And that makes it okay,” you hiss. You begin to pace in your fury. “You’re so lucky I think you’re cute. This is ridiculous. I hate parties. Stupid Tae. I just wanted to finish my work and go. It’s never what I want and-“
A kiss silences your rant instantly.
You sputter in disbelief as Jimin pulls away.
Okay, that was a kiss.
He looks over at your expression. “I should have asked permission. But I’m not sorry about the kiss.”
“W-What?”
You barely see the red tint of his cheeks as he looks away. He coughs softly, avoiding your eyes.
“Do I have to spell it out? I-I like you…like a lot. Do you know how many favors I did just to get you as my secret Santa?”
The shock wears away as you finally gather your thoughts. ”J-Jimin, you like me?”
“Yes!”
He brushes his hands through his hair. You never saw him this flustered before. He never cracks under pressure.
You reach for his hand and smile at him. “I-I like you too.”
He looks at you with adoration. “Really?”
You nod and step closer to him. “Yes.” Red covers your cheeks as you place your hands around his neck. “And I’d love it if you kiss me again.”
There was no hesitation as he pulled you into his arms, and deepened the kiss. Your hands grasp his locks, tangling them into your fingers. He lifts you with ease and takes you over to the couch by the windows. Though you seem to be under a trance, you take the time to appreciate the view. The snow began to fall as the lights of the city twinkled in the twilight. It was magical.
His lips search yours feverishly as he props you up on the couch cushions. He groans, exploring your body with his hands. You grip his shirt as your moans drift into his mouth.
He kisses you until both your lungs cry out for air. He pulls away, still sucking on your tongue. He stops, rubbing his nose against yours.
“You taste like vanilla.”
Your cheeks flush as you turn away. “D-Don’t say that.”
Jimin cups your cheek in his hand with a soft smile. “Why? It’s true."
“B-ut-”
He silences you, putting a finger to your lips. He leans down and tugs on your earlobe. “Don’t think, just feel.”
Your body quivers as Jimin’s lips suckle your neck. He traces his tongue along your pulse points. You were in bliss. Permission was granted with each move he made. Growing bolder, he sucks on your skin harder, forming a mark. You squirm underneath him and whimper at his actions. The entirety of your neck is littered with bite marks, each bright red. He captures your lips in another kiss taking your breath away as his fingers crawl down your frame, his light caresses reaching the junction of your thighs.
“Lift your hips,” he murmurs against your lips. You squeak as he tugs your pants down, the material pooling at your ankles. He was in control, and you want nothing more than for him to take you right then and there.
Jimin sits up, biting his lip. His eyes lit up with perversity. “Turn around for me.”
You shift your position without a sound, turning around for him. He presses himself against your back, resting his hands on your waist. His breath tickles your neck as he leans in towards your ear.
His fingers grip your hips. “Relax,” he whispers, massaging your sides gently.
“Good girl,” he croons, as you relax into his touch. He pulls his hands down and kneels behind you. With nimble fingers, Jimin discards your pants staring at your backside. The underwear did nothing to hide your arousal. He feels the heat coming off your sex. His grin widens as he pulls your underwear to the side.
He gazes upon your dripping cunt, and chuckles darkly. “Naughty girl,” he teases. “I bet you planned this, hmm?”
You turn your head with a whimper, embarrassment taking over. “I-I...well, I was-”
“I love how shy you get babygirl,” he coos, dragging his finger against your slit, coating it in your juices. Moaning, he presses his finger against your clit, swollen from neglect. Your body jerks against his touch just as his hand slaps your asscheek.
“Jimin!”
“Stay still,” he growls, eyes lingering on your sex. “I want to see if you taste like vanilla here too,” he adds, stroking your pussy lips lightly.
“I—” You sputter as more color rises to your cheeks. Jimin presses his finger against his lips, slipping the digit inside his mouth. He closes his eyes with a moan.
“Fuck, you do.” He grips your ass, spreading your cheeks. “May I taste more of you, babygirl?”
You grip the edge of the couch and nod with vigor. “Y-Yes! Do it, please.”
Jimin shoves his face between your legs, tongue delving into the depths of your pussy. His fingers tug, twist, and pinch your clit. You gasp at the sensation and cry out as he devours your pussy from behind. Colors burst under your eyelids as you let go.
“F-Fuck! Jimin,” she moans, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. But he was relentless.
He slips his tongue out, licking his lips as he begins to suckle your clit; his fingers replace his tongue, curling inside your cunt to pump gently. Your body is on fire, a squirming mess lying there as the knot in your stomach comes undone with each passing moment. Jimin feels your orgasm crawling closer to release. Your muscles clench his fingers in a vise-like grip. Just as your mouth opens to release the pleasure, he slips his fingers out of your cunt and unlatches his mouth from your clit.
You let out a scream of frustration as your high disappears. You glare over your shoulder at him. “J-Jimin!”
Jimin smirks, his lips glisten with your arousal, and he stands up, pressing against you. Bending down, he kisses you, twirling his tongue against yours. You moan out as you taste yourself on his lips. He breaks the kiss and nibbles on your ear.
You hiss as his fingers rub soft circles on your thigh, leg still shaking. “You’re a little demon, aren't you?”
He chuckles with a shrug. “I guess so. But you love it, don’t you?”
You force yourself not to roll your eyes. “No. It’s a complete turnoff.”
Jimin laughs once more moving his hands up to your breasts, thumbs rolling over the stiff peaks. “Your body gives you away, baby,” he says, watching you respond to his touches.
A simple pinch causes you to stifle a hiss back. “Tell me what you want,” he replied darkly.
You bite down on your tongue, holding back another cry. Jimin’s hand toys with her nipples while the other finds your clit and strums against it.
“I...I...damn it...I…I…want...shit...w-want….fuck, right there...y-you!”
Tears threaten to spill as your body aches for release. Did he have an edge kink? You couldn’t think. The haze that surrounds you is stifling. With as much energy as you could muster, you turn your head towards that devil of a man.
“Take me right here, Jimin. Please,” you beg, body shivering.
He removes his hand from your breast and unzips his pants, and pulls them down just below the swell of his ass. He strokes his cock with a grunt, already red and needy for you. He pulls the foil package from his back pocket and rips open the condom. You breathe hard as you watch him from the reflection in the windows.
Even in their haze of passion, he takes the time to be safe. As if you are smitten even more than before.
He rolled the condom on with ease. Jimin lines himself up at your entrance, and runs the tip against your slit, inching close.
Jimin grunts low, and moves to push the hair off your face and back of your neck. Your hair is in disarray at this moment. Your makeup running, lipstick smudged, and sweat rolling down your face, you look ethereal to him. So raw with passion. It was then, he slips between your folds, inching into that deep warm cavern of bliss. He hisses as you tighten around him. He pulls his cock out, only leaving the tip before thrusting it back in.
You moan, feeling him bury himself inside you. Your body jiggles as he begins to thrust, slow at first, getting you used to his size. His shaft curves and hits you at an angle that brushes that rough spot rarely found.
The echo of skin slapping fills the office space. Jimin grunts as he watches your expressions from the window. It makes him lustful for more, hips snapping; he rolls them against you finding the perfect spot. Hilt deep, your breath turns ragged. Jimin stutters, slowing his movements as he feels himself twitch. You pant as you feel the knot breaking loose, muscles clench as he brushes your walls.
Jimin leans in close, grinding against you as his tongue runs along your ear.
“Go ahead, babygirl.”
Your body freezes, then spasms around his cock. Your orgasm rolls over your body like a wave, rough, crashing. You cry out holding on to the couch as Jimin keeps you from falling over. He keeps grinding, helping you ride out the release. Once you wince at the overstimulation, he moans, knowing his time has come. He pulls out and tears the condom off, and strokes himself a few more times as the hot ropes of white stream from the tip and land on your ass. His hips buck as he comes hard, moaning at how it drips off your ass and lower back. He falls forward with a soft grunt and places a light kiss on your shoulder. They rest in that position until both catch their breath. Jimin sits up and grabs some tissues to help clean you up and brings you to a seated position next to him after you both get dressed.
Jimin leans against a pillow with you resting your head on his shoulder. He strokes your hair gently before he leans in kissing your forehead and snuggles against you, closing his eyes.
”Merry Christmas babygirl.”
You smile with the thought of the future ahead of you.
