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Summary • 𓂃𝜗𝜚 From the outside, you’re just his secretary, but behind closed doors, boss Kim Seokjin has you catering to his extra demands…
Pairing • 𓂃𝜗𝜚 ceo!seokjin x secretary/f!reader
Elements • 𓂃𝜗𝜚 dominant Seokjin; choking; edging; light BDSM; office sex; spanking; desk sex; established situationship; jealousy; spit kink; 🔞; rough sex; dom/sub dynamics
Word Count • 𓂃𝜗𝜚 9.3k (I could have gone on, really!)
Author's Note • 𓂃𝜗𝜚 Ah, I love the idea of a darker Jin, and imagining that behind all the humor and the niceness is something more like this… a girl can fantasize, right? This for me was such a hot idea for Jin that I had to try and write it (he gets me every time in a suit), and I hope you’ll like it. Istg, I fall harder for this man by the day, this comeback is killing me! As ever, please excuse any errors I may have overlooked.
I will have more Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook, as well as some OT7, to come. For anyone following any of my series, I will update as soon as I can.
*Please remember intimacy in these situations should always be consensual.
**This is meant as a work of fiction and does not reflect the artist’s views/behaviour in any real way.
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You sit where he had told you to, where you had sat for the best part of the last hour.
Beyond the windows framed in black, matte metal that runs from floor to ceiling, you can hear the distant sounds of traffic and people rushing home as the city began the transformation from working day into the start of a Friday evening.
But here, time has slowed to a deliberate crawl. The office feels too still, but you wait on patiently, knowing this is how he liked it. How he got off knowing how much of a hold he had over you. Every detail of the room carries him, everything designed carefully to reflect his wealth and power −and whenever you were here, to remind you just who you belonged to.
From the dark, polished cherry hardwood floor softened by a thick, white area rug that muffles the tread of your heels to the small sitting area complete with plush sofa and marble table where many high-stake decisions were probably deliberated and sanctioned. The air carries the faint trace of his cologne alongside leather and cedar, lingering to torment you and intensify your longing.
Dominating the room is a massive and perfectly uncluttered desk of walnut and brushed steel, behind which is a cabinet with built-in shelves that display awards and a few expensive, abstract pieces, the centrepiece of which is a large mirror that sits at the centre.
A heavy door separates his domain from where you usually sit, where so often during the past week you had imagined the calm authority of his voice through the wall, smooth and steady, the same voice that had told you to wait for him right here.
Working for Kim Seokjin certainly had its distracting moments. Six weeks ago when you had walked into this very office to be interviewed for the position of his personal secretary, you knew right then you were in trouble.
When you had noticed his attention lingering on you just a little too long, you tried to tell yourself he was just testing you and did your level best to stay as professional as you had to be. But, within the first week you were beneath his desk, choking on his rather impressive, if not frighteningly huge, cock.
He had proved to be quite irresistible and now, you were firmly in his addictive hold. The same thrill you always felt at the thought of him filled you and you sigh. It shouldn’t feel like this, this kick that rises from doing something you shouldn’t −something naughty and forbidden.
You shouldn’t be here, you should have left hours ago along with most of your colleagues −but that’s what makes the air hum against your skin like butterfly wings, every passing minute like a secret you and he are complicit in.
The seconds pass by like minutes, and you wonder how you had endured his absence for the best part of the week this way. Damn this business meeting that had taken him abroad and away from you. He had called you from the airport, giving you his instructions, but even knowing he would be here soon didn’t make time go faster.
Your pulse jumps as you imagine him walking down the hall, removing his jacket with that effortless composure, and loosening his tie as he looks at you like prey with dark, hungry eyes. You don’t know whether you want him to come back soon, or if you want to stay suspended in this dangerous quiet, where the anticipation can sometimes feel sharper than touch.
You jump, startled, when the handle finally turns, exhaling in a strange mix of hope and fear. This illegal moment, waiting in his space and knowing he had commanded you to, channels itself in the soft click of the lock.
The moment the door opens, you can feel the tension in the air around you heighten. You look up from where you sit by his desk, and the sight of him feels like water when you had been in the desert for too long. He closes the door behind him, pressing down the latch so it locks, sealing you inside with him.
You take him in slowly. The sharp cut of his suit, the way his shoulders fill the frame, and the dark sweep of his hair falling into his eyes. Your breath stalls as he pins you with a long gaze that leaves you winded and weak in the knees.
Kim Seokjin is so incredibly handsome it drives you feral crazy. Your walls clench at the memory of how mouth-wateringly he fills you out when he takes you, happily succumbing to him anytime he wanted you.
He looks every inch one of the wealthiest CEOs in the city. Sharp jawline and perfectly balanced features give him a striking, sculpted by the Gods visual that made everyone look twice.
His light, caramel skin is glass-like clear and luminous, soft and ethereal like morning dew. Intense dark eyes beneath strong, defined brows, framed by long lashes, a straight nose and the sweetest plump, pink lips, all come together to create the sort of expression that feels quietly powerful and impossibly captivating.
Sometimes you think he is so beautiful he almost seems surreal.
The tailor-made, midnight black designer suit he wears compliments his tall, slim frame, the jacket spanning across his unmistakable broad shoulders, pants hanging on a tapered waist with narrow hips, encasing lean, muscular legs that now carry him towards you.
He doesn’t speak at first, he never does. He moves with the same calm that defines everything about him, his movements measured and unnervingly quiet. You rise instinctively, but he looks at you in a way that tells you he has already assessed everything, and you stop before you move too far.
“You waited,” he addresses you finally.
Although his voice carries weight as it usually did when making statements sound like directives, the factual tone offers neither praise nor reproach and you are uncertain whether he expects an answer.
Seokjin crosses the room slowly and sets a folder down on the desk beside you. You notice the faint gleam of the expensive, luxury gold watch that sits at his wrist. He stares at you coolly. Even now, after an exhausting meeting, not a single detail about him is out of place. He’s the embodiment of control, and it radiates from him effortlessly.
“You seem uncomfortable,” he observes, expression sharp but calm. “−Did I keep you waiting for me too long?”
His question catches you off guard. You open your mouth but quickly realise you don’t quite have the right words to say. He doesn’t interrupt or speak, he just waits. You find that one of the things that makes him so difficult, he doesn’t fill silences for your sake. Instead, he lets it elongate until you’re the one who has to make the first move, speak or explain yourself.
“I wasn’t sure how long you’d be,” you manage after a short pause.
He tilts his head slightly, considering your response, moving closer until he’s right before you. “But you stayed.”
It’s somewhere between an acknowledgement and a challenge, but you can’t tell which. Seokjin flexes a hand to check his watch. “Hmm, over an hour,” he declares, glancing back at you. “It’s the longest you’ve waited for me. Didn’t you get bored?”
His tone is level, but there’s something underneath like curiosity maybe, or it could be scrutiny. Your pulse quickens. He’s looking for your honesty, testing you −you know his style well now. He wants to hear how behaved you were for him, how far you were willing to go.
“No, I wanted to wait,” you tell him. “I didn’t want to leave without permission.”
He pauses, and then there is the faintest shift in his expression, almost a smile −he’s acknowledging your answer withpride. “So you understand the importance of order,” he says quietly, satisfaction in his voice in hearing you confirm something he already knew.
He moves closer yet, his body a hair’s breadth away from yours, but he still hasn’t touched you. You shiver with delight, his authority arousing you.
“You know why I keep things the way I do, Y/N−” he tells you. “Discipline prevents mistakes, and precision keeps people from forgetting what matters.”
You grimace as the title slips out before you can stop it, a reflexive professional habit you just hadn’t managed to curb just yet within your new… situationship.
Seokjin regards you with an unreadable but intense gaze. “We might be in my office right now, but we aren’t working Y/N,” he says, his tone laced with a modicum of impatience. “Please, would you just call me Seokjin. Or better yet, justJin. I’ve told you before.”
“Good,” he says, his tone resuming its casual tone. “Then you’ll remember that waiting is not idle, it’s preparation. Every minute spent in stillness should make you sharper and not uncertain.”
“Yes, Mr. Kim− I mean, Jin,” you answer softly.
He eyes you thoughtfully, loosening the knot of his tie deftly with long, capable fingers. Fingers that felt so damn good over your skin. Your attention is drawn to the base of his throat and the column of his neck, his Adam’s Apple as he swallows. Momentarily you forget to breathe as his scent of fresh masculinity and earthy musk washes over you, unable to tear your eyes away from him.
He hums, pulling away the tie with one swift motion before discarding it on the nearby chair.
“See something you like?” he asks, his tone amused.
You inhale sharply, face flushing at being noticed and called out. “N-no, Mr. Kim− Jin, I wasn’t−.”
He raises a perfectly defined eyebrow at your flustered state, stepping in a fraction more. You back away instinctively, but already you can feel your body reacting to him the way it had been right from the very first time you had seen him. He was like a magnet that pulled you to him, one that you had no strength or will to resist.
“It’s Friday, Y/N,” Seokjin states. “You didn’t make any plans to go out?”
You shake your head no hurriedly, and he reaches out a hand to lift your chin up with the crook of his finger, dark eyes searching your upturned face. “No secret admirer to take you to dinner, hmm?”
Seokjin smirks triumphantly. “That’s the right answer,” he tells you. “Good girl. You belong to me.”
A shudder of delight runs down your spine, your eyes transfixed on his mouth, aching to kiss the fullness of them. Your heart races in your chest at his words, and the intensity of the way he’s looking at you now. Like you’re prey he’s claimed as his own, savouring the prize, ready to devour you at a moment’s notice should he choose.
And you wanted him to choose now.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” comes his amused, almost mocking tone.
You inhale sharply every time the palm of his hand cracks along the curve of your ass, the stinging lance of gratification that accompanies the throbbing ache travelling through your entire body and making your toes curl in anticipation for the next one.
“Did you think about me every day while I was gone?” he continues hotly. “And at home in your bed at night?”
Your legs are spread apart, gripping at his desk with tightly curled fingers as you lay draped over it lengthways, back bowed and compliant to his every command. Needing him desperately, wanting to please him.
“Yes,” you answer in a moan, because he’s right. It was the truth, you had pined in misery, counting down the days until he was back, your eyes thirsty to behold his beauty again. “−Yes, Jin. I missed you.”
“Watch,” Seokjin instructs sternly, his voice a heated whisper. “−I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you.”
You turn your head as it rests on the hard wooden surface to face the huge, opulent mirror to your side that leaves nothing undisclosed. You are quite the picture.
Your blouse has been unbuttoned open to reveal your lacy black bra, the spill of your breasts pushed up invitingly against the table. Your skirt has been hitched up and gathered at your hips to reveal matching black panties that do little to cover the cheeks of your exposed ass.
Nude stockings held up by garters adorn your legs and your tall, shiny stiletto heels are firmly in place on your feet. He likes it like that.
Seokjin looks at you through the mirror with dark, hungry eyes as though you’re a vision he never wants to forget, taking in your swollen lips and parted mouth. Your hair which had been carefully placed in a chignon bun for work this morning has been loosened from its grips, tendrils escaped giving you that look of someone who had either just been fucked so deliciously good −or were about to be.
Your eyes are narrowed, rapture branded onto your expression, teeth biting down at one corner of your lip now as you watch him at your back. The mirror doesn’t lie. You belonged where you were. And Seokjin− he is so fucking breathtakingly handsome it literally pains.
His hair is the color of the night at its darkest, and his skin is an iced café latte on a hot summer’s day. The dusky, deep pink rose of his lips and the peachy blush of his cheeks that sit on his bright, dewy complexion −completed by those deep, chocolatey-hued brown eyes that look like they contain a million secrets just waiting for you to unravel.
You watch his mouth move when he speaks, and it’s as beautifully irresistible as his cock. The view is incredibly arousing. And standing behind you that way, with reservation and eagerness in his expression, he is making you look even more desirable.
He brushes a warm palm against your ass soothingly before moving closer. The index finger of his other hand eases into one of the cups of your bra, the touch of his skin against yours making you jolt with heady anticipation as he uses it to tug down the material on one side to reveal your naked breast.
He repeats the process with the other, his intense gaze never leaving yours in the mirror, watching how your breath quickens and your face flushes, your expression displaying your shameless, raw, and helpless desire.
His fingers move below your breast, and he lets the weight rest in his palm, curling around the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. You sigh, the pull between your legs becoming harder to ignore.
He smirks so delectably. “Good?” he murmurs. “You want me to touch you?”
Seokjin’s voice arouses you, the elongated way he sounds out certain consonants or the way their sound changes in his tone sends tiny thrills through you like electrical pulses. Your body is taut and strung, anticipating his next touch at any second. It’s exhilarating. You feel so alive, caught in his beautiful and irresistible danger.
“You like when I touch you, baby?”
“Yes!” you moan, writhing against the desk.
He pinches at your nipple, rolling the taut peak around between his finger and thumb and making your breath catch. “I love the way you feel under me,” he breathes. “Seeing how my hands look against your skin.”
“Mm, harder!” you whine, pushing your breast against his hand,“−Please Jin!”
He hums appreciatively, obliging your request as he pinches your nipple harder, sending a ferocious pull into you that reaches down between your legs as you watch him work you, his large hands massaging and grasping at your flesh, your nipples elongating under his touch.
“Look at yourself,” he tells you, his eyes flitting to the mirror. “Watch how good I make you feel, see how wrecked you become. I want you to watch yourself beg for it.”
“Oh God!” you sigh, following his line of sight, your body going limp under the torrent of pleasure that engulfs you. “−Fuck!”
It’s so arousing when he’s rough with you, spanking you, leaving his mark on your skin, claiming his territory obsessively. You bite down at your lip, the thought of his mouth bruising at your inner thigh causing your walls to clench around nothing longingly.
“Jin, please−,” you plead, craving to feel him inside you more than you wanted air to breathe. “I need you!”
You open your eyes and see him watching you with darkened, desire-filled eyes, fingers still teasing and playing with your breast. “Someday I’ll make you milk for me,” he tells you hotly. “Let you drip milk all over my cock and lick it off.”
You let out an incoherent babble of pleas, your arousal beyond your control as you slump weakly over the desk, totally at his mercy.
“Like that thought, don’t you?” he says knowingly, his hand travelling down your back, finding its way to the cheek of your ass. “My dirty girl.”
He cracks another slap across your right cheek that makes you sob out his name, unashamed and needy.
“You won’t be able to sit for a week by the time I’m finished with you,” he warns, voice low and husky. “Now spread your legs for me.”
You do as he asks and he slips a finger into the crotch of your panties, pulling them aside and immediately finding your cunt slick and soaking wet. He moans lightly, extending out his finger to slide along your slippery folds.
You shiver and moan the instant you feel him as if you’re in an adult movie, the touch of his hand on you almost unbearable. “Jin!” you whisper.
He withdraws from you abruptly, and you whine with disappointment.
“Take off your panties,” he commands.
You ease back from the desk to tug down your underwear, stepping out of them neatly. Seokjin comes up behind you, lifting your skirt back up and guiding you back into position with ease.
“Open for me,” he growls. “Nice and wide −I wanna see you, how wet you are for me.”
You move further up, the tips of your heeled feet barely touching the floor as you spread out for him, watching him in the reflection ahead. The look in his eye when he sees your cunt steals your breath away.
“Oh fuck!” he says urgently. “Look how ready you are for me. Such a needy girl, hmm?”
You are beyond aching for his touch now, on the verge of frustrated tears as his hand lingers so close to your wetness but without making contact. You feel exposed and vulnerable before him, but at the same time you love the illicitness of these encounters. Knowing your body made Seokjin crazed with lust and remembering how good he made you feel when he took you apart eventually.
He was worth every moment of torture before that breathtaking release he was gearing you up for.
Your thoughts are breached by his sudden touch on you as he strokes your wetness, fingers sliding with ease front to back, finding your aching opening.
“God, please!” you cry, thighs trembling as your body jerks, “−Jin!”
You can see the hunger in his dark gaze, the tip of his tongue slipping out to lick along his bottom lip. You shudder uncontrollably, your desire rampant as his touch gathers momentum. Back and forth he goes, dragging your slick through your folds with a maddening rhythm that makes your body start to gear towards release.
You squirm, pushing back against his hand as he rubs your clit slowly, applying pressure in precise strokes.
“Don’t call for God,” he orders fiercely, “−Call for me.”
You let out a series of successive, impatient moans and it’s all you can do to whisper his name needily. His finger pushes against your entrance once more, and your hips buck as he slides slowly inside you and begins to stroke you slowly inside. He moans softly.
“That’s right,” he soothes, his touch curling up towards your pelvis. “You feel so tight already, baby.”
You mewl needily, your hips jutting up as his thumb teases caresses over your clit while he inserts another finger into you, pumping you inside, causing obscene sounds to come from your cunt as your arousal heightens. You moan when another finger enters you, feeling how your slick covers him, easing his passage in.
“Fuck,” he hums, scissoring into you. “Look how you hold me tight like that, it’s so good.”
Your walls contract around him, holding him in place tightly, wanting more. He knows where your sweetest spot is, and wastes no time in finding it, pressing his fingertip there, brushing against it as you keen against him, garbling incoherent pleas as he pumps harder into you.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he sighs. “You want to come for me, don’t you? Look how wet I’m making you.”
“Yes, baby,” you moan. “I’m close! Don’t stop.”
And just as you feel yourself ascending, he stops, withdrawing from you before you can reach the pinnacle. It is absolute cruelty, Seokjin-style.
Instead, he brings his hand round, fingers teasing your lips apart as he pushes his index and forefinger into your open mouth right down to his knuckles. Your mouth closes around them, sucking his fingers, tasting your own slick on them.
Seokjin watches you in the mirror, the sight so arousing you can feel yourself slicken even more. “Good girl,” he coos, dragging his fingertips across the edges of your teeth, heading towards the back of your tongue. “Take it.”
Slowly he starts to withdraw, allowing you to suck around his fingers more comfortably.
“That’s right, taste yourself, baby,” he says, tone low and deep. “Are you as sweet as your scent?”
Your response is a choked groan as your tongue circles his fingertips.
Seokjin moves his body nearer, pressing himself against your ass. You can feel his hardness through the fabric of his pants pushing against you, and he groans as you grind yourself back into him. He pushes his fingers deeper into you until they rest at the very back of your throat, not quite choking you but enough that you feel him taking you, possessing you.
Saliva drips down over your chin, coating his fingers as you almost gag while he finger-fucks your mouth. Looking at your reflection through hazy, half-lidded eyes, you even look like a porn star. Pinned against the desk, bent over, legs spread, your hair a mess and spit gleaming around your mouth and over his hand.
It’s the dirtiest you have ever seen yourself, and it’s turning you both on. Just when you thought you had reached the pinnacle of how far he would take it with you, he manages to elevate things even higher and leave you gasping and shaking with the intensity of your lust for him.
The moment is interrupted by the ringing of Seokjin’s cell phone in his jacket pocket, and he pulls back from you with an annoyed grunt. He reaches for it, and the ringing stops as he answers the call, putting it on speakerphone and placing it on the desk beside your hip.
“Jin?” comes an urgent female voice at the other end. “What happened? You were meant to be here hours ago.”
You pull your legs back together, an icy stillness enveloping you as if you had been injected with a cold anaesthetic. You suddenly feel self-conscious waiting in this position as you attempt to slide down to stand upright again, but what’s worse than that is the lightning bolt of stinging, ugly jealousy that rips through you, threatening to make you scream.
But before you can move down to get up, Seokjin moves into position behind you, placing his hand at the base of your neck, pressing his crotch against your ass and holding you firmly in place over the desk. He’s still rock hard, his arousal prominent and stimulating.
“Yeah, I’m running late,” he tells the woman, hand trailing down your back over your blouse right down to the base of your spine, moving back to let his fingers splay over your bare ass, hips circling onto you. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. It’s work, I can’t leave yet.”
You whimper, hating him for making excuses about you, and making you feel so hidden, like a dirty secret he was keeping. Shame and degradation burns in your face, exceeded only by the extent of your desire for him.
The woman tuts. “Seriously, not again,” she complains. “I swear to God that’s all you care about these days. What about me?”
You really do want to scream now, at him, at her, at the whole damn world. Except the fingers that caress the soft cheeks of your ass pacify you against your will, leaving you anticipating their next move, craving to feel it −whether pleasure or pain.
Some part of your brain demands answers to the questions that start to infiltrate unwelcomingly. Who was she? His girlfriend? His lover?
Someone just like you, whom he fucked over a different expensive desk in some other office, or maybe in a bed −her bed. In her place. Or perhaps his.
Had she been with him this whole time, keeping him satisfied, her mouth around his beautiful cock, bringing him to climax down her throat. Had he been balls deep inside her, telling her there was nobody but her for him, taking advantage of how beautiful he was by making promises from those sinful lips he never intended to keep…
You jolt as Seokjin deals you a stinging slap across your ass, and you bite down on your lip to prevent crying out. Tears spring to your eyes, a mixture of the realisation of your situation and the hurt that even the thought of Seokjin with someone else like this causes you.
You hadn’t seen that coming, which was stupidly naïve on your part. Of course he had a life outside this office −outside of you. Somebody as alluring as him wouldn’t be single, how could you have ever imagined it was just you.
“Don’t be like that,” Seokjin continues, impatience in his tone. “You know how important these things are, I can’t just leave it.”
The woman sighs heavily. “So when can I expect you?” she presses. “Within an hour, or a millennium?”
Seokjin soothes the stinging patch by rubbing a gentle hand over your reddened skin. Angrily you brush the tears that spill over your cheek away, wanting him to do it again. Wanting to feel that burn because it’s the only thing that might detract from the jealousy and insecurity you’re struggling to hold down.
A whine escapes you as he lifts his hand once more, bracing yourself for the impact.
“I’m going to ignore that,” he tells her. “I’ll be there as soon as I’m done here.”
The slap lands with a crack. It’s loud, enough to produce a small cry from you, and enough to rouse her attention.
“What was that?” she asks suspiciously. “I heard someone.”
“No idea what you heard,” he replies dismissively. “I’m by the window, must have been from outside.”
“It sounded closer, like−.”
“Please,” Seokjin interjects firmly before she can complete her sentence and make the suggestion. “I need to get back to work now. The quicker I can get this done, the faster I can get there.”
There’s a short silence, Seokjin’s hand moves over you, hoisting you higher by the waist, before he reaches between your legs slowly. He leans forward over you, pressing sweet, silent kisses on your shoulder blade while he brushes over your sensitive clit with his thumb.
You wonder whether this turns him on, knowing he was with you like this while whoever was on the line hadn’t got the faintest idea what was happening.
“Fine,” the woman concedes exasperatedly. “Don’t be long.”
The call ends and you try and fight back the urge to ask him the questions that burn in your mind. But you can’t, and before you can help yourself, the first one is spilling out of your mouth like water through a sieve. You summon up every ounce of courage you can find.
“Was it your… girlfriend?” you ask, slightly timidly.
Seokjin pulls back, walking round the desk to his chair. He sits down, leaning back, eyes on you as his tongue runs across his lower lip lazily. You dared not move, but you keep your attention on him.
“Is my girl catching feelings, hmm?” he hums with a devilish smirk that teases and taunts you. “Are you jealous, baby?”
You avert your eyes, your face burning. “No−,” you lie. “I just wanted to−.”
“Nothing?” he says in amusement. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
But then his face changes, growing serious as he suddenly sits forward to study you more closely. Instantly, his hand is on your face, finding the traces of tears that linger around the bottom of your chin. “What the−,” he starts. “Were you crying?”
He wipes them away gently. “Did I hurt you?” he probes, concern etched on his handsome features. “Was I too hard?”
You shake your head and sniffle, feeling somewhat pathetic. What did you have to get jealous over? It’s not like you didn’t know this arrangement wasn’t romance of the century or anything else to that effect. It was sex −good sex− and that’s all. Who Seokjin −your boss− spoke to or who he chose to fuck aside you was none of your business.
“No,” you say. “I’m fine. I must have just got something in my eye.”
“Uh-huh,” he responds, unconvinced, steepling his fingers under his chin, elbows on the desk, scrutinising you with a strange expression you couldn’t read.
“I’m fine,” you repeat, trying to sound more believable this time by adding a smile to your words. “Really, I am.”
“Okay,” Seokjin says finally, his tone thoughtful. “I’ve got it.”
He doesn’t elaborate as he rises and moves back behind you, gently manoeuvring you so you flip around to lie flat on the desk. He lifts you, placing you at the edge in a seated position, legs around his waist. He cups your face, his plump, soft lips hovering mere millimetres from yours, eyes boring into you like dark storms.
Seokjin drags a thumb over your bottom lip sensually, and your mouth parts like his willing slave, faithful to his every command. He grinds himself flush against you with a low moan that renders you dizzy with longing.
Your exposed cunt rubs onto the fabric of his pants sending thrilling sensations up and down your body, your walls squeezing, aching for him to be inside you, craving for him to take you and fuck every thought of him and her together from you, never to return.
“You don’t need to be, you know,” he says quietly, pinning you with those beautiful, alluring brown eyes, making you fall deeper for him, succumbing further under his spell without protest. “−Jealous.”
“I−I wasn’t,” you stutter, knowing your reality was written all across your face.
Seokjin’s head tilts as he looks down into your face. “You shouldn’t lie to me, baby,” he tells you, lips closing in. “Your body can’t lie to me.”
You gasp under his intensity, the desire to feel his mouth on yours heady and intoxicating. “But−,” you begin in protest, unable to stop yourself.
“Don’t think about that,” Seokjin tells you. “It isn’t what you’re thinking.”
He’s spellbinding. You want to believe him so badly it hurts −you need to. Because the alternative would destroy you, you knew it already. You were in too deep.
“Y/N,” Seokjin breathes, giving you a gentle but firm shake. “It’s you I want −only you.”
His words have barely registered when his mouth descends, covering your expectant one with soft, searching lips. You moan softly, your arms coming round to his broad shoulders, reaching round to curl at the back of his neck, fingers embedding themselves in his luscious silken locks.
Your hips buck slowly against him, the ache between your legs like a fire that has ignited, unravelling unchecked through you, fuelled by Seokjin. His scent, his touch, his kiss, his presence −him.
The kiss deepens, open-mouthed, wet and needy as he licks sensuously into you. His tongue flicks against yours teasing, pushing you to yield further to him, teeth nipping at your lips hungrily. His hands knead at your breasts, pinching at your nipples to elicit sensations you hadn’t felt before that make you feel like you’re melting under him, your body one fluid mass of heated longing.
His mouth leaves yours to trail sucking kisses down your neck in quick succession, his breath hot on your skin, finding the base of your throat and dipping lower, rapidly unbuttoning your blouse to travel down to the valley between your breasts.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he says brokenly, his voice urgent and hungry as his hands reach behind your back to unclasp your bra. He slides your shirt over your shoulders and off, easing away your bra to reveal your jutting breasts that he kisses heatedly as he lays you back against the desk.
Your fingers dig into his hair harder, tugging firmly as you whimper his name, feeling your slick pooling faster, already aroused beyond your control, your body pining and yearning for him like a worshipper at the feet of your idol.
Seokjin’s hard cock protrudes obscenely through his pants, pressing against your bare cunt, the fabric the only barrier that prevents him from fucking right into you. But you want him to. You want him to split you apart right here on this damn desk, break you, take you, invade you and possess you so you were completely branded by him.
Like a plaything he could use to satisfy himself with.
“Please−,” you hear yourself plead as the searing, hot wetness of his mouth slides over your breast and closes around your hardened nipple. My God, it’s pitiful how needy you are for him. “Please, Jin!”
Your back arches sharply, bent as taut as a bow just before it lets the arrow fly. Your eyes close in ecstacy as Seokjin suckles at you, biting gently at your peak, the drag of his teeth over your skin so incredibly delicious but so much like punishment.
His scent fills you seductively, pulling you down further as if you were drowning under this relentless barrage of decadence mixed with an addictive ache that he’s giving you.
“You’ve had me hard for you all damn week,” he says, tone serrated with want, each drag of his teeth against your skin pulling your senses awake agonisingly. “All day I’ve been imagining you bent over my desk like this.” He hisses sharply, followed by a deep, humming moan.
“You know how much you make me want you, don’t you?” he whispers, lips trailing down lower and lower, until you feel the tip of his tongue dip into your navel, his hot breath excruciating over the sensitive skin of your stomach. “Did you think about me the way I imagined you?”
You had barely had another thought aside from him from the moment you had last saw him four days ago until now. You had laid awake for hours in your bed, tossing and turning, driving yourself crazy with thoughts of who he might be with while he was away, worried he might come back and never look twice at you again.
You had kept yourself occupied with the memory of how he felt inside you, how his mouth felt between your legs and how his lips would deposit such sweet, intense kisses over yours that left you starved and aching until you were soaked and sweating enough to merit showering at almost four in the morning.
“Yes!” you cry, as his mouth finds your mound, his hands teasing your legs further apart, pushing you back over the desk. “−Jin!”
You look down, watching as his tongue laps at your inner thigh, feeling like you might die of suspense as you wait impatiently for that touch that he makes you long for, abandoning all sense of pride, ready to beg him if you needed to. Anything so he could bring the deep-rooted ache to climax within you to culmination.
You gasp as the soft brush of his hair tickles against your skin as his mouth descends, placing tantalising kisses at the hem of your garter, his hot breath fanning your intimate area in a delicious tease that has you writhing uncomfortably, uncaring if you bruised or chafed against the hard wood at your back.
Seokjin hums in appreciation when he spreads you out wider, bringing your legs expertly around his wide shoulders. “Look how ready you are,” he utters, almost to himself, as he delves lower yet, placing quick, stinging kisses over your cunt.
Starving for him now, you grit your teeth in frustration as his wet, searching mouth only hovers where you want to feel it the most, calling out his name fervently.
“Let me see if you taste as good as you look,” he says, licking a stripe over your eager cunt.
You shudder in a pleasurable frenzy at the touch, a broken moan escaping your lips as you throw your head back, lifting one foot to press the stilettoed heel at his shoulder blade with just a little pressure. He groans as the heel digs into him through his shirt.
Your blood rushes as he licks at you again, his tongue probing between your soaked folds, dancing across your wet opening to deliver the beginnings of your long-awaited release. It isn’t enough, and you whine for more, legs twitching, heel digging in harder into him.
Seokjin’s breath comes in ragged, heavy pants as he pulls your foot away from his shoulder, bringing both your legs up by your knees to your sides, spreading you out as wide as he could make you go, exposing you to him.
He looks up at you heavy-lidded, mouth parted, puffy pink lips wet, and a dangerous look in his eye. Just for a second, you hover in limbo between impatience and a thrilling fear. Seokjin watches as your abdomen tenses in anticipation, your cunt open invitingly beneath him, the musky scent of your arousal enticing him, making him hard and aching for you.
Seokjin touches you again softly, stroking you lazily, and your eyes close. And then, his head dips between your legs, lapping at your cunt with his tongue, lips closing around your swollen, sensitive clit as he clasps his hands around your thighs to hold you open. Your thighs quiver, your every sense awake as your mind blanks entirely, lost in the sinful sensations he is eliciting from you, succumbing wholly to him as you gasp and moan pathetically.
Seokjin’s fingers tighten on your flesh, digging in hard enough to bruise you, but you barely notice, unable to focus on anything except the rush of ecstasy that flows through you, mounting under his touch.
You can feel the tip of his tongue flicker against your opening, making you whimper as your slick continues to pool straight into his mouth. His tongue probes further, entering you, opening you out and rendering you helplessly faint, desperately moaning his name as you try and hold onto the addictive sensation just a little longer.
You’re nearing your climax, your pleasure mounting, rushing forward. You steal a glimpse down at him, watching through a haze as he eats you out, fucking you with his tongue, face buried in between your legs. The sight alone almost has you letting go.
Then suddenly, he withdraws, and you can’t prevent the pained sob you let out. “No!” you implore, glassy eyed, your body on fire. “Please, don’t stop!”
Seokjin leans over you, looking down into your face. “You didn’t think it would be this easy, did you?” he asks, eyes dark and stormy, lips swollen and full. “I think you need to wait just a little longer.”
He places a hand around your throat in the dominant way he knows drives you mad. Territorial and possessive, as if he owns you. You lean instinctively into his touch, and he squeezes a little, not too hard, but just enough to have you grip the material of your skirt to prevent yourself from sobbing with need.
His palm presses against your collarbone, and your pulse quickens. You make a strange, restricted animal sound and he squeezes a bit more. His thumb runs down the arch of your throat, pressing until you tilt your head back further.
“That’s right, you like that huh?” he says, his mouth inches from yours as he looks right into your eyes. “You should see yourself, baby. So responsive to me. Open your mouth for me.”
You do what he asks, and he allows a stream of saliva to pour from his mouth into yours. “Now, be a good girl and swallow.”
Again, you obey, shuddering as jolts of electricity run up and down your spine at the obscenity, the raw filthiness of it all arousing you to breaking point. You don’t know how much more you could take. “Please, Jin− I can’t−.”
He kisses your whines of protest away, letting you taste yourself on his lips, biting at you as his body presses against you. His kisses grow more demanding, and you hear him moan low in his throat before he eases off you and starts to unbutton his shirt under your thirsty stare.
When he takes it off, you fight hard not to reach between your legs and get off when you see his lean, muscular body and the stunning definition of his abs, your eyes following the trail down over his stomach, and the plane of skin from his navel down to the huge bulge of his cock that you crave to feel inside you.
Hurriedly, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Your mouth waters as he tugs down both his pants and underwear to release his raging hard-on. He takes it into his hand, stroking along the thick, long shaft top to bottom, and letting out a salacious groan.
“You see what you’ve done,” Seokjin says, his thumb gliding over the leaking precum that glistens at the head of his cock. “You’ve made me make a mess, you see? I’m leaking all over here.”
You feel like you might actually die from the agony of how much you want him. His cock is so pretty. Blush-pink with a darker head, veined and absolutely massive. You’d taken him a few times before, but each time you saw it, you were filled with an apprehensive fear of how you would be able to accommodate him.
He bends down and pulls off his clothing, and your nerves flare as he approaches you once more. His voice deepens, dropping lower an octave to give away just how turned on he is as he cups your face, his mouth claiming yours in a hard kiss.
“You want it, don’t you?” he murmurs against your mouth between kisses. “Don’t hold back, baby. Tell me, I want to hear you.”
“Fuck me, Jin,” you breathe. “Please− it hurts.”
A smirk crosses his handsome face. “Yeah?” he says. “It’ll only feel that much better when I give it to you.”
When he kisses you again, his mouth is like the softest silk, leaving kisses like weapons disguised behind the succulent, sweet brushes of his plump lips that weave their way across your lips.
His confident expression tells you he knows just what he’s doing to you, exactly how much he can eke out of you before you’re spent. You don’t know whether to hate him or be impressed, because you had never allowed anyone to manipulate and control you this way before.
You feel him position himself, the head of his cock lined up at your entrance. You gasp, panicking slightly when you feel the size, your body growing taut in apprehension. His reaches down and rubs the tip over your slit, through your wet folds up and down, allowing you to adjust to the feel before he takes you.
Seokjin places a kiss over your parted mouth, looking into your eyes. “My girl,” he whispers tenderly. “You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you?”
He’s so perfect you would never be able to resist. “I− yes,” you reply.
He smiles. “Of course you will,” he says. “−You always take me so well, because your perfect cunt is made just for me.”
You tremble at his words, the dirty way he talks to you turning your body to mush, your limbs fragile and pliable, your body boneless and obedient as he starts to push slowly into you. You love how small you feel in his arms, trapped under his body as your cunt starts to stretch obscenely around him.
Seokjin watches you intently as his cock enters you inch by glorious inch, one hand at your hips as he sinks deeper into you. Your eyes close, feeling every second of him filling you up, sighing his name like a mantra, your hands curling at the heat of his chest.
Even though you’re soaking wet, your slick coating his cock as he ventures further, he’s still so huge that it takes several moments for his length to get substantially into you. He stops when he’s just past halfway, your walls struggling to oblige him. His cock pulses and twitches inside you menacingly as he coerces you open further, slowly, until it feels like he just might be splitting you apart.
“You feel so damn good,” he says, the effort of control given away in the tautness of his voice. “So wet and tight, just how I like it.”
This was as hard for him as it was for you, and you both want more. He places soft, soothing kisses over your mouth as he pushes himself in more. “Yes, that’s my girl,” he coos. “Almost there, baby. You’re doing so good. Just a little more, okay? You can take it.”
You feel close to tearing up, the frustration of the wait and the sting of the stretch combining into one single emotion that pulls painfully at you. “Jin,” you say anxiously, “−I don’t think I can. You’re too−.”
“Shh,” he says, bringing a hand to your mouth, fingers over your lips. “You can. You’ll take me the way you always do.”
You don’t protest further, knowing that you would be fighting a losing battle anyway. Your body wants it too much that even if he breaks you apart right here on his desk, you would be only too willingly let him. The way he has the innocent looks of an angel but could be so ruthless was such a turn-on
“I want you to feel me,” he says. “−Feel how good I feel inside you.”
Gently, he gathers your hands and places them at the sides of your head, his eyes never leaving yours as he continues to ease his way into you. “That’s right, eyes on me,” he tells you. “I want you to see me when I ruin you.”
His words are a prelude, a sort of warning foreplay, because all at once he pulls out of you. Before you get a chance to react to the gaping void it leaves inside you, he pushes back into you with force, his entire length impaling you, his hips flush against yours.
“Jin!” you cry, as both intense pain and a deep-rooted pleasure simultaneously seize you. “Oh God −fuck!”
Something takes over him, because when you look up at him, his beautiful face is wild, his eyes glazed, pupils dilated as he grips your hips and starts to thrust with vigour into you. Seokjin’s movements are brutal and punishing as he fucks into you harder, his rhythm quick and determined.
“Yes, baby,” he moans roughly, a sheen of sweat adorning his brow as he regards you through heavy-lidded eyes, “−You feel so good. So sweet when I fuck you like this.”
It hurts, yes −but it feels excruciatingly delicious as his cock batters against your cervix, hitting the spot again and again. He got like this when he wanted you so badly that nothing in the world could stop him. His groans are deep, filthy and breathy, his control over himself relinquished to his desire for you.
He slams into you, and you half-sob as the satisfaction engulfs you, once more the journey towards your end is underway. Every time you let out a sound, his pace quickens, his hold on you tightening and his breathing roughening.
Your walls squeeze tight around his engorged length which occupies you fully, hips grinding against yours, the sensation leaving you almost delirious. The feeling heightens with every relentless thrust that he drives into you, pressure building as you hurtle forward with him.
It feels like his body just worked with yours, as if it had been created just to extract every tiny morsel of bliss you could have, his cock made just for you.
“Please, Jin−,” you whisper softly, too undone to form a coherent sentence, and all that you can conjure up is his name.
He’s ravaging you, fucking you like he owns you −because in that moment, he does.
“I want you to come for me,” he groans, his voice low with want, curling into you, finding the very core of you. “Show me how wrecked you are for me. Let me know just how much you like it when I fuck you like my own personal slut−.”
It’s enough to send you over the edge, and you come violently, your cunt spasming around him in an endless shudder. “Jin!” you cry, nails digging into his chest as you thrash around under him, your hips bucking uncontrollably as your orgasm rocks your entire body.
Seokjin lets up a bit, the speed of his rutting decreasing slightly as he rolls his hips against you. He fucks you through your climax, feeling your every shudder around his cock, placing sweet, soft kisses at your neck and over the column of your exposed throat.
“Oh God, baby” he whispers hotly, his kisses covering your breathless mouth. “−That felt amazing. You’re amazing when you take me like that, showing me how much it turns you on.”
You look back at him in a pleasure-induced daze, “Fill me up, Jin−” you breathe, sucking at his bottom lip, biting at the plump flesh and making him moan. “I want to feel every drop inside me.”
His eyes darken black as he thrusts into you, his cock buried so deep inside you as he fucks you hard, teasing out every last shudder of your climax, invading you like he’s claiming territory.
“You’re still so tight,” he murmurs, his head buried in your shoulder, placing eager, wet kisses by your ear, nipping at your earlobe and at your neck. “So fucking good.”
You embed your hands in his hair, tugging at the luscious strands as you hold him, your legs curling around him and entwining behind his back, holding him against you tighter, your body adjusted to his length, the aching now only stimulation that has your walls squeeze him more.
“Fuck, baby,” Seokjin grunts. “I’m gonna−.”
He releases into you, his cock spasming and twitching as he unloads into you, spurts of hot cum filling you just the way you liked it. The sounds he makes invigorate you as you look into his face, reaching up to touch his mouth, feeling the heat of his ragged breath on your fingertips as he comes inside you.
He is truly so beautiful you think as you take in his raptured expression, the pink glow that grazes over his cheeks and the tops of his ears, and the way he bites at those full, sweet lips of his that always has you crossing your legs. You feel so much tenderness as fucked out, he collapses over you, his face nuzzling into your chest as you stroke his hair.
“You’re really something, Y/N−,” he says, his breathing heavy and fast, his cock still hard within you. “So good.”
You kiss the top of his head and murmur contentedly. Gradually the rise and fall of his chest slows, and he softens, slipping out of you in a mix of your slick and his cum. He groans as he eases off you, taking in the mess you’d both made on the desk, before he looks back at you with a devilish grin.
“I think we’ve got some cleaning up to do,” he says, helping you up into a sitting position.
You can feel the stickiness at the tops of your thighs that leaks from you and your face flushes under his gaze as you hop off and tug down your skirt. You reach for the box of tissues that had fallen off during your encounter and pull out a few to clean yourself.
In an instant, Seokjin is in front of you, hand catching your wrist. “Mm-mm,” he says with a shake of his head. “I didn’t mean you.”
One hand curls around your waist as he brings you in, lifting up your skirt with the other and finding your slick, sensitive folds. You moan softly as his fingers glide around, gathering your juices and his cum, pushing it back into you with a slow caress.
“I want you to feel me inside you all night,” he says, “−Every single drop.”
He strokes you inside, probing deeper, fucking you until you need to hold onto him to stay upright. You can feel the pleasure mounting again despite your oversensitivity as Seokjin’s hand grasps behind your head, tugging firmly at your hair so your upturned face looks right into his.
“Jin!” you sigh, his fingers working faster to leave you wanting even more.
He turns your head so you can see the both of you in the mirror. “I’m gonna make you cum for me again,” he warns. “−And you’re going to give it all to me, like a good little slut, aren’t you?”
You take in your fucked out expression, see how he dominates and controls you, the pleasure he gives you written all across your face.
“Yes,” you moan in response.
“You know why?” he continues, his mouth lingering over yours like temptation incarnate. “−Because you’re mine, Y/N. Only mine.”
“Yes, Jin,” you obey breathlessly. “−Just yours.”
