Tags: A very descriptive blowjob scene, there’s a plot in there too (Surprisingly)
After Hours
You’ve stayed behind before, sitting on the large couch in the room as you watched him work. Yoongi’s concentration never moving from his computers as you sat on one of the couches.
It wasn’t like you were scare, you just hate being around new people. You don’t know how to react or what to do in these types of situations, you end up getting all nervous and jittery. You couldn’t understand why you had to get stuck with the most difficult person in this building.
Min Yoongi was the rudest person you had ever met when it came to be social, but when it came to his music – you had to admit, he was a complete genius. Your usual days where just you are sitting in there, waiting for any requests he had. You didn’t do much for an assistant, not that you were going to start complaining to your boss.
You had been here for six months now, almost seven and you could not have gotten an easier. You start giggling to yourself as you continue to scroll on your phone. Your friends had added you to another one of their various group chats, giving you absolutely no time as they send meme after meme.
You here the older man grunt, slamming his closed fist into the desk before he’s throwing his head back and letting out a loud sigh. You glance at him once before returning to your phone, being aware of him from the corner of your eye.
Yoongi began to swivel in his seat with his face scrunched in annoyance, he had been stuck on the same song for a while. He had the tune and part of the lyrics, it was the ending that had him anxious. He was distracted and having you in the same room as he was not helping. Yoongi stops his chair, facing you as hooded eyes looked you up and down.
The hour on the clock read half past eleven as he glances at it, his stomach growling was what brought your attention to him.
“Do you want your dinner now?” You ask, finally putting down your phone. Yoongi had only ever required that you stayed inside the studio, just so he didn’t have to keep sending you text every time he needed something and then waiting for you to do it.
“I can get us some noodles, there’s a good few restaurants still open” You stand up finally from the sit, grabbing onto your jacket as you move to the door.
“Wait...” Yoongi stops you half way, “Bring me something sweet too. It might help me think.” He says before his attention is back on the computer screen and his pout is increasing in intensity.
By the time you had gotten back, the rest of the building was pretty much empty except for two or three nightguards you two were the last two people left in the building.
You didn’t mind staying behind, working the few extra hours since you still got paid for every extra hour and you needed the money. The pay was good, and you were not about to complain to doing pretty much nothing all day.
You made it to the studio once again, plastic bag filled with black bean noodles and a few chocolate bars. This was a normal night for you, but you couldn’t wait until you were home again – laying in your own bed.
“(Y/N) …” Your name is whispered through the half open door, your free hand gripping onto the handle as you stop on your tracks. “Fuck...” his heavy breathing filling up the room as he groans out. You know exactly what he was doing.
It wasn’t the first time you had heard a man masturbate, sure enough that he had thrown spit in his hand by the squelching sound coming from the other side of the door. You bite down on your lip trying to hold back the laughter that is just waiting to burst out of you, and the way your name keeps spilling out of his lips wasn’t helping either.
Your curiosity gets the better of you as you sneak a little peak inside the room. Hey, if he was yelling your name out, why the hell not?
Yoongi’s back was facing you, the back of his tall chair hiding pretty much everything, but you could still make out the movement of his hand moving up and down in a quick motion. You were not expecting any of it.
You didn’t think Yoongi thought of you that way – not one clue. You had your suspicions before, with the longing gazes and the ghost like touches he gave you should have given it away a long time ago. The smirk on your face begun to widen as your mind comes up with the best idea it could in this situation – letting them know you were in the room with them.
You quietly make your way into the room, closing the door as you hold your breath hoping you make no sound whatsoever. You place the bag of food on the table, sure that the smell should have alerted him of your presence by now, but by how fast his hand was moving, you could tell that he had yet to notice you.
You take off your shoes as quietly as you can, stopping when you hear him whisper your name one more as his face begins to scrunch up his face you could tell he was ready to cum. What better time to let him know you were there? – you think to yourself moving to stand behind him, tempted to look down at his member but keeping your eyesight on his head.
You raise your hands on the top of his shoulders before your face was above his. His face looked beautiful, full of lust and looking completely fucked out.
Yoongi was so far gone in his head, that he hadn’t notice the lack of light coming from the rest of the room – let alone the giant shadow that was currently standing over him. “What are you doing?” Your voice breaks to the silence, probably one of the worst ideas you had as Yoongi stands up from the chair quickly and hitting you in the forehead with his own and leaving you both groaning in pain. You rub at your forehead, as you move back as you glance at the man that’s stuffing his still rock-hard member back into his sweats.
Yoongi glares in your direction as he moves to rub at the red mark that was now appearing on his pale forehead. “What the hell (Y/N)?” His raspy voice fills the room, catching you off guard before you burst out into laughter. “Don’t you know how to fucking knock?”
Your stomach tightening and hurting as you move to the sofa laughing the loudest way possible. “That’s exactly my question” You giggle out, taking in deep breaths – looking at the man that was leaning against the desk with hands crossed against his chest. His face stoic, a hint of a smile still on his face as he just stares at you.
“Are you done?” Yoongi sneers in your direction, walking over to you before he was standing right in front of you. You had stopped your boisterous laughter, being reduced to giggles and a painful smile plaster on your face.
“Don’t you know when people need their privacy?” Yoongi continues, his legs moving to settle in-between yours. The look of lust on his face had you stopping, leaving you completely silent in a matter of seconds.
“That was pretty naughty of you babe, if you just wanted to take a peak of my cock all you had to do was ask.” His smirk widens, leaning closer towards you. You raise your eyebrows in confusion, playing along with the man in front of you.
“There was nothing to look at.” You smirk, watching his face darken almost instantly. He grabs onto your chin, squishing your cheeks together – his hold on you strong as you try to move out of his hold to no avail.
“I don’t think you got a good enough look, let’s see” Yoongi squints at you, his hand moving to his sweats before pushing his hand in his pants and pulling out his hard and erect member. “Now, why don’t you take a good look at it?” He tilts his head to the side, smirking as he feels you gulp under his hand.
“Stand up.” Yoongi orders you, finally letting go of you before moving to his chair. He sits down with a thump as he slides his sweats further down his legs, kicking them to the side as he moves his finger in a come-hither motion.
You tilt your head to the side, contemplating if you want to go through with this and break to that boss/employee barrier or just get up and walk away.
But having him sitting in front of you, with his cock in his hand as he gave you bedroom eyes. Tempting, very fucking tempting.
You move towards him, taking small steps as you take a deep breath in. You land on your knees in front of him as his smirks widens, sliding his down on the chair.
Yoongi takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours as you slid up his body. You move in to kiss him, settling yourself on his thighs, his fingers gripping onto your hips as he looks up at you with lust filled eyes.
“We are going to play a little game called discipline” Yoongi smirks, his grip on your hips tightening before his pushing you off him and onto your knees on front of him. “You’re going to do exactly as I say, nod if your understand.”
You quickly nod, your entire body shivering as you find yourself hanging onto every word that he has to say. Your panties were beginning to feel uncomfortable now, the lace thong he left for you that morning was rubbing you in all the right ways.
“Good girl” He purrs, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he opens his legs wider, sliding down the comfortable chair as his fingers move onto his belt. The sound of metal should’ve been the loudest thing in the empty office and yet you could hear your own heartbeat, quick and your breath heavy as Yoongi shoves his veiny hand down his pants and pulls out his half hard length.
You sit on the back of your knees as you stare at it, it was average in size, but it was the thickness of the member that had you thinking just how you were going to fit that in your mouth. “Well, what are you waiting for? It isn’t going to get hard on its own” Yoongi smirks, getting comfortable in his chair, his hair in his eyes as he stares down at you.
You reach out with your small hand, fingers softly tickling the top of his shaft, rubbing it with only one finger down to the base and then back up again. His smirk no longer adorning his face – staring at you darkly, before he motions to continue with a flick of his eyes. He tilts is head, watching as you lean forward on your knees, your small hand wrapping around his thick shaft before sliding down to the base.
You squeeze your hand, earning a soft grunt from him before you began moving it up and down. Yoongi stares at you intently, his eyes never leaving your face for a second – watching your cheeks become red, wanting to reach out a hand to caress them, with how soft they look. You’re pretty, like a doll. Your body screamed innocence, but he knew better than to let that hide the true vixen that you are.
“Tighter.” His gruff voice startles you, his hand wrapping around yours on his member and tightening on its own. “Now use that pretty mouth of yours.” His hand tangled into your hair, pushing you towards his pulsing cock until your lips were touching the head.
You could feel him twitch against you, sticking out your tongue to give out kitten licks. Yoongi had given you no reaction up until that moment, when you look up to see his expression – his head is thrown back against the chair, eyes closed and mouth hanging open.
You watch the way his chest moves up and down as he breathes heavily the moment you take the head of his member in your mouth. A deep groan escapes past his lips as the salty pre-cum hits the top of your tongue.
You suck in your cheeks feeling his body shiver as you place your hands to on the top of his thighs and lower yourself, pushing more of him into your mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat, holding your breath, pulling back completely – a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you gasp for air to reach your lungs.
“Come one baby girl, we’re only getting started” Yoongi smirks as he grabs onto your face and pushes you forward, grabbing his member and slapping it against your right cheek, resting the head of his cock on your lips.
You didn’t get a change to fully recover before he was back in your mouth, dragging your head and down, trying to find pleasure for himself. Your eyes were shut tight as you try to keep your breathing under control, hearing yourself gag. You could feel spit, dripping down your chin as you hold your hands against his hip – having no idea on what to do with them.
You hear him groan out loud, thrusting his hips, until he was nuzzled deep in your throat. “That’s a good girl” He whispers, his hips faltering a bit as you feel him cum. It took seconds before he was letting you go, and as soon as he did you begin to cough uncontrollably – spitting out some of it onto the carpeted floor.
Yoongi bites bottom lip, his eyes never leaving your gasping form as he stands up and starts to clean himself up before shoving his cock back in his pants. “Thanks for that”
You wipe your chin and mouth with the back of your hand. No words, being said between the two of you before you were cleaning up yourself and the mess you had made. Your underwear felt uncomfortable as you stood up, noticing how Yoongi sat back in his chair, headphones on and not paying you any attention.
You decide to not interrupt him, before making yourself presentable and closing the door quietly behind you.
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