summary: You're not only the office sl*t. You're his office sl*t.
tags: CEO!Seokjin x fem!office assistant reader, smut (18+) and some fluff at the end.
warnings: exhibitionism (a lot of these lately), fingering, nicknames, unprotected sex*(don't do this), office sex, bigdick!seokjin, generally perverted, explicit language, brief breast touchin'
a/n: here. To clarify, the whole office has signed a contract regarding the practices of their boss, and they're fully aware and consent to those practices...they're just roleplaying.
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He inherited the place. Nobody can say shit about what he does in his office.
Everybody knows. Everybody has seen it first hand, and nobody can talk about it because it would get them fired.
You knew Seokjin was a sexual deviant since your first interview. He inappropriately asked you your bra size and smirked at the answer. After that, you were hired on the spot.
You would be his office toy. Literally.
From then on, you were the CEOs bitch. Of course it meant free breakfast and occasionally accompanying him to casual brunch, but it also meant almost constant sex.
It was almost unfair. You had all the qualifications of a proper assistant. You had taken the business management classes in college, passed with flying colors, and, arguably, you were overqualified for the position…but you took the job solely because you had a hunch that the guy who was interviewing you had a massive cock.
He offered to fuck you every single day of the work week.
You couldn't help but stare, longing for it whenever it wasn't inside of you. Your throat gets so bored sometimes when he's on a business call, so you'll sneak in under his desk and mouth at him until he releases it for you to suck.
There are always more intense circumstances, too. This morning, you are on his lap while he's doing some random paperwork when he decides to slide his cool fingers into your panties and tease you.
Just then, he gets a call from the secretary.
Annoyed, he rolls his eyes as his middle finger presses the answer button. "Yes," he huffs. "Send him right over. He did sign the consent form, correct?"
"Yes sir, and he read it carefully. He's okay with it, no worries," she replies.
Jin drags his hand to your thigh and grabs a handful of it. "Mmm," he hums. "Okay. Send him up."
The client appeared moments later with his suit and his briefcase. His most notable feature at the time was the shock on his face when he first realized Seokjin was swirling his fingers on your wet cunt as he greeted him.
"Welcome. I take it you have the data I need," he says, casually.
"Yes, uhm,, sir…" His face is completely red and he struggles to keep his eyes up at his own boss.
Jin raises an eyebrow as if he has no idea what's wrong. "What's wrong? Do you not have all the data?"
Meanwhile his hands spread you further. You lean back on your boss' chest, breathing heavy as you take his slender feelings deeper within you. "Hh~ aahhh," you breathe.
The client removes a paper from the front pocket of his suitcase with a shaking hand and hands it over to Jin. "Here you are."
"Ah!" He smiles. "Great."
He pumps them in and out of you languidly, causing you to nearly buck up toward his palm. Your shirt is torn open in the middle from when he was playing with your tits, both of them misplaced and visible to his guest.
"Fuck~! Fuck, Jin…" you beg.
He shuts his eyes and smirks before continuing the interaction. "Yeah...continue...what about Friday's meeting?"
"It's all being taken care of. I have an excellent team of people handling the project and it's well underway," the client's look of confusion transforms to one of arousal and intrigue. He swallows.
Right then, Seokjin brings his other hand to release his cock and starts casually grinding it against your barely clothed pussy. You stretch the cloth separating you and cling it over his tip, moaning softly.
"Do we have all the stats on that, then?" He asks, not paying the slightest bit of attention to your state.
"Yes, sir," the client says, finally.
Jin glances down at the man's slacks and the bulge straining them. "You can take care of that in one of our rooms," he speaks in a lower voice.
The man nods, compliantly.
"Thank you. We're done here."
You're burning up and he knows it, but it's only a matter of time before he starts guiding your hips down on him quicker, congratulating you on your performance in quite the unconventional way. "Fucking slut. You see how you got him hard like that? You enjoyed it every bit as much as I did."
"You can't help yourself, can you? All you do is whine for my dick every time I step into this office. All you want is to show them how much of an office whore you are. I love using you." Jin groans in your ear, forcing your back against his chest.
You kiss his skin, feeling your pussy stretch so good for his fat cock. He's incredibly big, so it's always so satisfying to feel it fill you out properly.
With broken thrusts, he snaps into your dripping cunt, making a mess out of his suit. His hands hold your tits while his lips suck adoring hickies on your neck. "That's my good toy…" he thrums.
You quiver, anticipating your third and most intense orgasm of the day. Jin positions you on his desk and begins pistoning his dick into you. God, you love being owned like this.
"Cum around it." He demands, his thighs flush against your own. "Cream on it."
Who are you to disobey his orders? Your orgasm rips through you rather violently as Jin squirts his thick cum inside of you. You flutter around him, gasping quietly at the feeling of being used and ruined by him.
You hum in satisfaction, enjoying the feeling of having him inside you as he scratches your back.
Seokjin is a careful lover. Afterwards, he is sure to clean you up with kindness, bring you a new change of clothes, and something good to eat.
He needs new clothes, himself, so it really isn't a problem. What he hasn't mentioned is how lovely your conversation has been to him, lately…about how it might be– no, it absolutely is more than just sex between you.
So…he will muster up the courage to ask you out today. For now, though, he's taking care of you the only way he can.
