Warning: CEO!Jimin, Submissive!Jimin, Babyboy!Jimin, pegging, assplay, butt plug, strap on, probably more things that I don’t remember, yet another fic where I show my kink for thighs and ass
Summary: He’s lonely in his rather large luxury apartment, always caring for others rather than himself, despite being the head of his fathers business. You, his executive assistant AND long time best friend since high school are there to comfort him and give him the love, care, and let’s say needs that he deserves.
Park Jimin, the young CEO of Park Co. Of course it was more of an inheritance than a dream. More so a dream of his father, who was forced into retirement. Jimin only inherited full demand over the business when he had passed six years ago. But the business was on top now, Seoul’s most dependable infact. The business was better than ever, that included all its workers that spent days on end in the 400 meter tall building.
Being Seoul’s top business was not easy, sure, Jimin was rich but there was always paperwork and meetings being set on the daily. It was tiring and pressure inducing . But, that’s why he had you. His lovely, intelligent, and much to close to be a coworker/friend, executive assistant.
He worshipped you quite often, you always knew what he needed when he needed it. He always thought it was a super power you held but never told, you could always read him. Although it would be quite hard for you to ignore him by now, seeing that you’ve been reading him like an open book since the 7th grade. And you both agreed on the label of ‘dating but without the title’. The feelings you both caught for each other were also hard to ignore, and it was a drunken and stress induced night in Jimin’s apartment when he blab out his confession over some paperwork, beer, and expensive cheesecake. It was that night that you also told him about your feelings, sharing small pecks to the cheeks before falling asleep cuddling in his bed, modestly with your clothes still on. You both talked in the morning with your ‘hangover special’ breakfast. The only thing keeping you both from being open about your relationship was the company rules(that Jimin constantly forgets to change).
It was just another one of those weeks where everything had began piling up on the young CEO. It was as nice as a spring morning could get on a Friday, especially in such a large city. It is 9:03, and Jimin still has not left his penthouse. He was dreading the day ahead, knowing that there were likely a few stacks of papers waiting for him on his desk. You being the angel you are, had responsibly finished all your own work just to help the poor man. Of course you did this without his knowledge, since you decided to skip his loud whiny protests.
There was a gentle slam of the front door closing that rung through the apartment, catching Jimin extremely off guard. The mug of strong brown liquid slipped willingly out of his grip, to which your hands swiftly catched before it could shatter. Not a drop seeped to the floor.
“That was almost the third cup in the past two weeks.” You snorted, placing the mug just behind him on the counter. Your soft eyes swept over him, catching every tensed, distressed, and shocked detail in his form. “What’s got you all shaken?”
He shakes his head, despite knowing you’ll get it out of him eventually if you already hadn’t figured it out. “Just one of those weeks.” He mutters, letting his eyes sweep across you.
You’re in a expensive, brandname, gray suit. A metallic, black, button up on underneath the jacket. He noticed how you held you bag and coat on one arm, the other hand placed delicately on your hip that was cocked slightly to the side.
“I know that tone.” You sigh, setting your essentials on the kitchen island before turning back to the man, lifting a hand to rub his cheek. “I made a few calls, you have a week off. I know its been tiring for you since that meeting on Saturday, and you haven’t had a break in three months.” You explain all to perfectly.
He really loved you sometimes.
He leaned into your palm, accepting the affection after the sudden delivery of good news.
“God your an angel.” You hum in response to his compliment. The same hum as when you have more to say.
“I’ve got one more surprise for you.” You smile gently, but he can feel the message behind the sentence. He loved that tone from you, the gentle firm voice that always made him weak and want to obey.
“O-Okay” He babbled. You giggled, feeling his round cheek heat under your palm as they flushed red.
You turned to ruffle through your bag. You, being the magical fairy you are, had ultimately prepared for this. Your hands emerged out of the bag, one with a small bottle of lube, and the other with his favorite buttplug. The silver metal and pale blue gem were freshly cleaned and shined. His voice muffled against his bitten lips from the excitement, he knew what this meant for him if he was good today. You raised you hand to stroke the eager boy’s hair.
“Bend over the table for me, baby” You order. Immediately getting a shuddered breath as he leaned over the counter onto his forearms, his tight pants stretching with his thick ass. He could feel your hands working fast, knowing that you were on a time limit.
Your arms wrapped around him, unhooking his belt to pulling down has pants and straighten his dress shirt. Your hands moved back around, hovering over his ass cheeks before kneading them in your palms. You spread his ass cheeks, taking you first look of his hole for the day, it is as cute and pink as always. You pulled the lube from his side, dribbling a reasonable amount over the puckered skin, the pad of your middle finger massaging the lubricant in and around. You finally slipped a finger in, pleased with Jimin’s soft gasps and sighs with every added finger. You reached for the plug, three fingers still massaging the males insides.
“I’m gonna put in your plug now, baby. Okay?” You took the shaky nod as you answer. Taking your fingers out and coating their excess lube to the metal toy. You rubbed the bulbous metal piece between his ass cheeks, the cold temperature making him shudder in excitement. You press the toy gently against his desperate entrance.
“When we’re done. I promise that I’ll take you back here, and I’ll reward you for all your hard work.” You whisper the promise into his ear and he moans with a jerk as the plug slips in at the same moment.
“O-Okay, miss.” He wobbles slightly, standing back straight and resting his palms on the counter for some support.
You rub his asscheeks before pulling up his boxers and pants, tucking his shirt and belt back into place nicely. Your fingers run through his hair and fiddle with the strays, making it look slightly more professional.
“Are you ready, baby?” You question as you watch the way his eyes glitter with slight relief. He nods against your palm.
“Okay then, let’s go. The car has been waiting in the garage for the past 10 minutes.” He doesn’t even question how you know the time without looking at a clock.
“Minnie, that’s the wrong document paper.” You mutter from your spot on his office sofa, just two feet away from him.
It has been two hours since you both left the apartment, an extremely long ride in Jimin’s luxury transportation of a car was just plain torture to him. Every little jostle in the leather seats left him whining softly, long story short, when you teasingly turned on the vibrations you both got questionable looks from the driver. Now you both were in his office on his long couch with a large body of paperwork spread around.
He stares at you stunned before looking back down at the paper. Only to see that it was indeed not the document he needed. He grumbled under his breath, throwing the small packet of paper to the center of the coffee table, that was covered in many other packets of paper. He began digging through them, not acknowledging your arm that was reaching across the table. He felt a tap on his arm, turning to see you handing him the papers he needed. He mumbled a thank you, frowning slightly at his disoriented state.
“Min, you know that I can finish this up right? You don’t need to speed through them like your the only one working.” You spoke with concern laced in the syllables. Your eyes were on him, worried that his frown and furrowed eyebrows would deepen.
“No, I don’t need you finishing all my work for me. I atleast need to read over and sign some.”
You hummed, not fully convinced. There’s deep unpleased wrinkles in his forehead between his eyebrows and his puffy lips frowning. You sigh for the fifth time in the past hour, your hand reaching over to run them over his hair, pushing his bangs back and kissing the wrinkles and frown away his face momentarily.
You could feel how Jimin glanced at you quickly before looking back at the printed words, his face scrunching up again. Your heels click as you walk over to his desk where your bag and necessaries all day. You rummaged for your phone, swiped the screen on, flipping through all your apps before finally clicking on the little square. The screen lights up with a mix of soft and dark hues, the fancy white font typing across them whimsically. The app loaded into its same black background with the few colorful buttons here and there along with the small ball that appeared to glow at the bottom of the screen.
Jimin was still sat on the couch without a single expectation and you quickly took advantage, raising the plugs level from still to full blast. You heard the choked sound along with shuffling papers and the gentle syllable of your name floated through the air. Your turned around, gaze settled on Jimin’s hunched form that was curled cutely against the couch. His mouth open wide to let pants of breath out, his hands gripping the armchair and cushions.
“O-Oh fuck,” he whined, the heavy quivering of the toy against his walls so sudden. You lowered the setting down to a pleasant buzz, just enough to keep him in his headspace but enough to let him focus on work.
“You okay?” You question. His body was much more relaxed, trying to indulge in the vibrations.
“I-I’m Okay” he pants out, reaching to you like a baby. He just wanted you to be at his side, since he knew that there was no point in convincing you to touch him. So he’d settle with you sitting against his side. “F-Feels good”
“I’ll leave it on while you work. Okay, baby” You hum, walking back over and sitting at his side. Jimin immediately nuzzling closer to your warmth as he picked the document papers back up. His breath slowed back to normal and his shaky hands soon got back to work like normal, a deep breath would rumble through the room every few minutes when he’d shift position. His excitement and stress slowly easing down in your presence.
It had been a total of four hours since you started your teasing game with him. The plug still continued to vibrate in his ass and you had even left it like that while you went to get lunch and meet with a few inferior coworkers a few floors below. Your glad to hear that your friend, Kim Taehyung, is doing well with his new boyfriend who just so happened to be another friend of yours who worked with him. To say they were quite thankful to you for your higher privileges was an understatement.
Your heels continued to click as you walked your way back to Jimin from your visit to the bathroom. You both had just managed to finish all the paperwork and you had left Jimin to clean some while your refreshed yourself. So you weren’t surprised when pushing into his office and seeing him fiddle with his desk drawers, most likely shoveling files back into their designated and organized spots.
Jimin was still alittle squirmy in his seat, biting his lip when he’d shift his hips in just the right way or when he’d made eye contact with you, right before the buzz of your phone alerted you of the devices capabilities. Damn did you wish that you gotten a longer lasting toy, staring down at the notification that reported the plugs 30 minutes of life left.
Your gaze looked back to Jimin while you tucked the device in your pocket, swaying over to the small, squirmy boy. “Ready sweetie? Gonna take you home and take good care of my good baby boy. How’s that sound?” You ask pressing a soft kiss to his cheeks and forehead. Jimin’s face lit up and the pet names and promise of being taken care of, his round eyes looking up at you to nod and whimper a soft ‘please’ through the air. He watched the way you lips turned up more at his plea and you pressed a kiss to his fluffy ones.
“I’ll get the car.” You mutter, walking off with your phone back in hand. His mind fluttering at what you both were gonna do back at his apartment. He could hear your soft voice down the hall, muffled about bringing the car to the front or something. Where would he be without you, if his father never hired you before he retired, before Jimin was even told to become the ceo.
“Alright Minnie, cars out front.” You smile, walking over and grabbing your bag and once again, tucking your phone away. You walked over to him, immediately making him standup from his chair. “You ready?” It’s a whisper, so quiet and gentle. He knew that if he said yes he’d finally and officially be on his small vacation week, with you, alone.
He nods with excitement, taking the hand you had stretched out toward him, your fingers untwined and he smile wider. “Okay, lets go!” You laugh, walking out the door hand-in-hand and taking the elevator down to the bottom floor where the car awaits.
Jimin’s apartment feels calm and free when he opens the door, probably because there was no work he had to worry about for a whole week, but it’s most likely the fact that your standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his waist and your pressing gratifying kisses to his neck.
“Do you need to get ready for me, baby?” You query thoughtfully, to which he nods back at you greatfully. He was quick to untangle himself from your arms and run to the bathroom(not without giving you a kiss) and it only took a few minutes before you heard the shower running. You chuckle, making your way up large stairs and to his bedroom. Stripping yourself of your coat and a few blouse buttons before finally undoing the button on your pants to to strip those off as well. The dark metallic blouse stayed on and open, accenting the gorgeous lace lingerie you had been hiding underneath your work cloths. You neatly draped the articles of fabric over a random piece of furnishing before making way into Jimin’s walk-in closet and to a cabinet tucked rather far within.
The wood opened smoothly, revealing its contents it had kept hidden. All Jimin’s special little toys were stuffed and organized in a set of four drawers, a mix of yours and his sets of lingerie hung over them. The first drawer held the essentials for binding along with a few blindfolds, the second being for punishments, the third being for extra toys, and the fourth being your favorite with its many MANY colorful dildos and strap on attachments. Your lips curled wider as you quickly gathered what you’d like to use. The silk black blindfold that always made him feel more sensitive to your touches, a new pair of leather cuffs that’s sounded so nice when the chains clacked together, and Jimin’s favorite strap on that always made him moan and scream out of pleasure, plus it was also your favorite due to the pleasure it caused on your end.
The sound of the shower shutting off echoed in your head and you quickly ran your way into the bathroom before he could see you in your getup, taking the blindfold with you. The bathroom was steaming, the tile walls dripping with condensation and the mirror fogged, Jimin’s naked back facing you and he seemed to be caught up in drying himself so you quickly stooped over and wrapped the blindfold around his head and over his eyes. Despite your gental fingers, he still jumped at the sudden intrusion. His fingers moving up to ghost against yours.
“A-Am I gonna have this on the whole time?” He muttered nervously, turning around with your help. You cupped his face and nuzzled his nose against yours.
“Course not, I know you like seeing me. This is just to get you worked up, okay baby?” He shivered and nodded, taking your hand to be lead back to the bedroom. You gathered the plug and his clothes that were left on the counter and slowly steer the small man out of the bathroom. His toes curled when they hit the carpet of his bedroom, followed by a small gasp and bite of the bottom lip when your hands rubbed at his sensitive warm skin. Your presence guided him to the bed and you left him there for a minimum of ten seconds before returning with more things, he heard the drawer of his bedside table open and knew that you grabbed lube, and judging by the sweet smell it was his favorite flavor of peaches and strawberry. He visibly relaxed when he felt your body over his and your hands rubbed at his body gently.
“You relaxing my sweet baby.” You giggled to which he replied with a heavenly sighed whimper. You smile and reach for the cuffs. “Hands up baby.” He immediately obeys, raising his wrists to the headboard and leaving them there while you managed with the leather pieces. “Good boy. These are also temporary tonight, okay baby.” He nods.
He feels you shift again, doesn’t feel much except for the heightened smell of the lube and soft clicks of its cap, there’s a cold presences near his shaft and prepares for the soft embrace of pleasure. It comes slowly, pleasantly. It’s slow and gentle and you pump his dick to full stiffness. Getting it to the point of not knowing what’s lube and what’s pre-cum.
Jimin gives out shallow breaths and pants, his voice making an appearance the closer you get to his slit and head. The little nerve endings turning it bright and furious shades of red and pink. Twitching in the palm with every upwards stroke. Your humming along with his needy sounds, cooing at his desperation.
“Good boy, sweetie. Always my sweet baby.” You coo, his thighs lifting from the bed just slightly, twitching to be on full display for you. “My baby has worked so hard these last few months, huh. Finally getting a break, You’re such a good boy, Jiminie.” You smile, leaning down and kissing his plush thigh when they raise fully to your mercy. Your other hand rises up and feathery touches over his calls that are swollen with need. Everything was wet, his dick, his balls, your hands, and even his thighs shook with the stuff on it. You continued pumping him slowly, your wet fingers leaving the skin of his balls and lowering down, farther and farther till you could run a finger over the puckered pink skin hidden between his round ass cheeks.
“A-Ah...please mommy. Please...good boy for you...g-good boy” he shook harder, his ass clenching and unclenching against the barely there contact of your digits. His legs spread wider, he just wanted more. God he was so sensitive and so spread out for you, looking so pretty and needy and desperate for you. A soft, deep hum rumbled in your throat as you massaged a slippery finger in, his breath hitching and gasping at the movement. “Fuck!...please”
“Shh, baby. I know, I know. Let mommy prepare you first, then I’ll take your cuffs off, then your blindfold, and you’ll be able to see all the pretty ness mommy went through so you could be happy.” You hush him. Your hand left his member and wiped it’s excess lube in the sheets before raising to stroke his flushed face and hair. Plump, cloudy lips jutted out and open, turning his head to kiss at your palm before immediately moaning against it when your fingers angled just right.
His arms tugs gently at the cuffs, the blindfold heightening his sensitivity as he twitched against your hand that moved along the curve of his torso. The dips and bumps of his muscles, so soft yet so tight and hard, the perfect mixture for cute, sweet, and handsome all in one body.
A second finger pushed through and his hole stretched willingly, so desperate for pleasure. Gaping and tightening around your two digits, his moans getting louder and needier by just the sensation of you massaging his walls. His hips tried to move against your hand, incouraging you to plunge another finger into his hole, fucking the third digit in and angling all three to his prostate hidden deep inside his walls. A loud cry shot through the room and his thighs shook more, the burning stretch and slightly overwhelming pleasure putting him just on that edge of insanity. His hips wiggled against your grip, voice singing out for ‘more more more’ for the satisfaction of release. God how you wished you could give him what he wanted, but you couldn’t, not with the plans you had commenced.
“Feel good, baby? Want more and more till you come?” He shook his head wildly, all sorts of directions, he was so close to being just downright mad with pleasure. Damn he already was. So close to you and his release, course he knew you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction yet, but it was nice to enjoy the thought and feeling of it almost being there.
Suddenly, your fingers began pumping faster. Jabbing at his small bundle of nerves with every shot. God he was definitely going insane now. Screaming your name, moaning so loud that it could be possible the apartment below could hear him, him and who he belonged too. He was so close, right there, right on the edge. He could feel the jabbing feeling in his lower belly and clenched everything to keep the moment lasting longer, fuck it was right there. So close. So so close.
Your removed your fingers, immediately moving your hands to hold open his thighs as he cried out in need and frustration, his legs shook violently. Your fingers were rubbing, gentle circles on his soft skin. You were coping at him too, supportive praises. You were shifting again and he could suddenly see again, his eyes squinting against the unexpected brightness. Your face was over his, your hand was stroking his cheek. And your voice was asking him a question.
“You okay, sweetie? That seemed like it was gonna be a hard one. Sorry, didn’t want you to cum yet.” You muttered, kissing his face and making sure he was ready to move on. He nodded and leaned up to give you a kiss on the lips before you could leave to remove his cuffs. You giggled, unclipping the chains from the headboard then shifting your attention to removing his wrists. His skin was barely sore, just a dull ache, he didn’t even notice it. All he could pay attention to was what you grabbed once you left the bed. How you fixed yourself into the strap on, his FAVORITE strap.
The soft translucent blue of the dildo was so enticing to his eyes. The way the material was the perfect thickness, it’s subtle curve always hit the right places when fucked into him, especially when you were the one in control of it.
The straps settled in just the right places of your body, the small bump on the inside settling perfectly against your clit through the thin material of your panties. You looked ethereal in his eyes and it was obvious when you looked back at him, his cute puppy eyes sparkling with love and swirling with more and more lust. He reached toward you, making grabby hands. You giggle at the suddenly childish boy infront of you, crawling over him and pressing kisses all over the place. Your hand trailed to the lube thathad been thrown beside him and you pulled back from his kiss that you caught him in.
“Ready for me to fuck you, baby. Till your screaming for me to let you cum all over yourself.” You whisper in his ear, biting the piercing at his lobe and pulling gently. A soft whimper of ‘please’ gave you all the answer you needed and you were quick to sit back up and shuffle down his body.
You took his thighs in your hands again and spread them, lifting them for him to grab onto for the time being. The lines cap clicked open again and you drizzled a generous amount of it over his hole and your cock. His ass shined with the wet lube spread across it and it was most definitely sticky with the substance. His hips stuttered against yours as you shuffled closer, taking a hold on the blue dick and leaning down to press against Jimin’s body. His breath whiny and desperate again as you lined the tip with his puckered ass. His hands let go of his legs and instead wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you as close as possible to ground himself to earth. And finally, with one hard push, the dildo slipped in and you went to town. The slow pace only lasted a simple second before you were practically pounding into him, the wet noises and slapping skin was like music mixed with the loud moans of his voice in your ear. He was limp yet tense with pleasure in your arms, screaming out to you when your hips angled.
“Fuck!!...mommy, mommy—oh fuck!” He wailed, his head sinking back into the pillows and his fingers dug into your shoulders. “Please!! Oh god—I want to cum...please” he begged, doing his best to move his hips with your own. You panted, staring down at his already fucked out expression, the little nub the rubbed at your clit drawing you near release when mixed with his loud and pretty sounds that you made.
“Yeah? Feel that good, Minie. Love mommy fucking you so good like this, taking care of her perfect, hardworking, sweet, baby boy.” You moaned gently with the praise, his body shuddering hard at it and moaned impossibly loud.
“L-Love it—!...love mommy’s cock so much—love....love mommy too” he whined, somehow managing to register the presence of your hand somewhere and interlace his fingers this your own. “Love mommy....so muc—FUCK!!”
His screaming increased with your pace, you angled your hips a little deeper to hit his bundle of nerve over and over again like earlier. Thrusting as much and as fast as you could to satisfy both of you with a hard orgasm. You could feel it deep in your gut and could see how close Jimin was due to the clench of his muscles, loud profanities he wailed our, and how he gripped you hands harder. You were both close, so goddamn close.
“Baby...sweetie, want you to cum with me.” You panted, tightening your own grip on your intwined hands.
“Please....wanna cum” he whimpered once again. You fucked harder, ignoring the slight ache in your legs and back.
Both climaxes were building fast and you both desperately tried to get closer to each other. So close, so fucking close, just a little more.
“M-Mommy, mommy, momm—Y/N!!” He shouted out your names, back arching of the bed painfully and gripping your hand to death. You weren’t close behind, his sweet voice screaming your name sending you over and causing you to practically collapse into the boy’s arms. Both of your limbs feeling spent and like jelly, doing your best to ignore the fact of getting up to clean each other.
Jimin was still in the aftershock of such a hard orgasm but still cringed the slightest as you eased out of his wet and gaping hole. Your legs wobbled you dangerously close to the ground as you hobbled to the closet again, coming back dressed in his own shirt and a folded set of underwear and shirt for him. He could hear the droor open next to him, and the soft touch of your hand against his cheek and body as you climbed back on the bed. A cold, moist wipe was cleaning his naked skin from the sweat and cum that had successfully spread itself everywhere(including the headboard) there was more shuffling before you soothes him into his own clothes and shuffled into his side for aftercare cuddles. His conscious back enough to have some small talk before being completely taken by sleep.
“You feeling better, sweetie.” There was a tired and pouty nod. Looking so much like an innocent angel baby than anything.
“That’s good” You hum, nuzzling into his warm and cozy chest, rethinking the whole scene through you mind before remembering his screamed out confession to you mere minutes ago. “I love you too, baby.” You kiss his plump cheek, a gorgeous large smile overtook his face as he turned toward you and practically cacooned around your slightly smaller frame.
“I love you back even more.” He sighed content with this moment, one of his favorite in his life. “Why aren’t we officially dating yet, you take such good care of me, sexually and non-sexually.” He muttered into your hair, you could practically hear the satoori and pout in his tired voice. But giggle at the random question that always pops up every now and then when he forget the answer.
“Because you keep forgetting about a certain rule number 35 in the company handbook” you smile into his collar bone. If only he knew what you did with rule number 35 about 2 weeks ago.
“Ugh, I keep forgetting to get rid of that rule, I’m the CEO now, it really doesn’t need to be there unless it’s for emergencies.” You laugh at the declaration he had tiredly blurted out. You hands rubbing at his soft skin again for the comfort.
“You do know that I got rid of it MYSELF, right?” Your laughed more when he jumped slightly, breath hitching with pure surprise.
“Wait, what? How? Are your serious right now?” He asked, pulling away only enough to look you in the shining eyes. Your giggles quickened.
“Uhuh, I got rid of it weeks ago, darling. As the CEO’s executive assistant, I have access to almost anything you do, including the company handbook.” You smiled up at him, a new found love growing in your chest as your stare at that same sparkle that has been in Jimin’s eyes for years and years from the love he held.
“S-So...we can finally have the title of boyfriend and girlfriend. And kiss, and cuddle, and show affection in public, and I can introduce you as my gurlefriend and you can introduce me as your boy—“ You leaned up, pressing your lips to his once again.
“Yes, sweetie. We can do all the things we did before but with the official names of boyfriend and girlfriend.” You smiled wide up at him, still in slight shock at this whole ordeal. He finally smiled wider than you and brought you impossibly close to his body.
“Thank you so much for being here on this earth with me. I love you.”
“I love you too, Jiminie.” You smile again, cheeks hurting from the constant abrasion.
You both cuddled for another 20 seconds before you were both finally asleep in each others arms and a week of love, lust, and excitement ahead.
FUCKIN FINAALLY, ITS FUNISHED!!! THIS TOOK A LONG ASS TIME AND IM PROUD OF IT DESPITE THERE PROBABLY BEING SOME TYPIS BY THE END BUT ILL WORRY ABOUT IT LATER.
