#cheese steak is so fucking mid oh my god. sorry to say

[fallout-lou-begas]

warning ⚠️ transsexuals are taking over the fair city of philadelphia

[dovechim]

Dress Code (m)

➾ reader x CEO!jimin

➾ word count: 6.3k words

➾ warnings: incredibly filthy smut with no plot at all | cumplay | dirty talk | tit fucking | slight demeaning names/ name calling | face fucking | oral sex | unprotected sex

➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations

➾ a/n: okay look this is just my excuse to write a ceo!jimin smut... i just felt like i owed him big time after what i did to him in instant gratification :”) i speed wrote this in a day and didn’t proofread whatsoever rip...

The clattering sounds of typing, clicking and pages flipping lull you into a state of lethargy as your eyes flutter half-shut in your cubicle. Having graduated as an arts major two years ago, you’d never imagine being holed up with a mundane 9-5 office job that had almost nothing to do with your major. But bills needed to be paid and rent had to come from somewhere, so you find yourself trudging to work soulessly every morning, day in day out.

“Hey, are you almost done with those files I gave you this morning?” The voice of your co-worker Mingyu in the next cubicle jolts you into awareness immediately.

“U-uhm not yet, I’m working on it as fast as possible,” you smile vacantly at him from where he peeks over the wall separating your cubicles.

“Remember, I need them by this evening latest,” Mingyu disappears back into his cubicle, and your vapid smile immediately disappears into a scowl.

“Jerk,” you mutter under your breath as you flip through the stack of files he’d left on your desk early this morning. The task he’s dumped on you is nothing but tedious, and while it doesn’t require any brain power, you can kiss your lunch break goodbye if you intend on meeting the deadline he set for you.

Which you don’t.

Every morning at 11am sharp, Joy from Finance always walks by your department and asks you to run through some numbers with her, which is really just a code for hiding out in the pantry room, and it always ends up in an early lunch break. Today is no exception and as you hear the click of her high heels approaching like clockwork, you close the topmost file in anticipation and start to swivel your chair to face her.

“_____, can I borrow you for a bit to run through some numbers with me?” Her bright, crimson red hair matches the grin on her face. She clutches a few thin files to her chest, ones that you know from experience to be blank folders containing nothing but meaningless statistics and important looking graphs just in case anyone decides to check.

“Of course,” you stand from your seat and smooth down the front of your pencil skirt, grabbing a calculator and a highlighter from your desk just for show as you follow her into the break room.

“Ugh, Mingyu is such a fucking asshole,” you toss the calculator onto the counter as Joy heads to the vending machine.

“Well duh, he’s like best buds with Jeongguk from Marketing. You know what they say about birds of a feather.” Joy grabs the paper cups of milk and black coffee dispensed and starts mixing it by pouring it back and forth. “Remember our last company dinner and dance?”

You take one of the cups from her, sipping the milky liquid gratefully. The acrid, disgusting brew of machine dispensed coffee is improved by leaps and bounds with the addition of milk. In fact, this was how you’d met Joy on your first day, struggling through a cup of black coffee in order to keep yourself awake. Joy had pressed the button for milk accidentally, and upon witnessing your grimace and offended expression as you stared into your cup, asked if you liked milk with your coffee.

She’d been your lifeline in this dreary place ever since.

“Ugh, don’t remind me, it was practically an overgrown frat boy party. I still can’t believe Yugyeom from Accounts took off his shirt. In the middle of a 7 course dinner.” 

Joy giggles so hard that her coffee nearly sloshes over her paper cup. “Oh, I can, and I have video evidence to prove it. Mhhm, steak wasn’t the only thing on the menu that night…”

“You’re disgusting,” you shoot back at her without any real malice in your voice.

She tilts her head to get at the last few drops of coffee in her cup. “Well, you know what they say. If you can’t fuck the CEO, fuck his minions instead.” 

“Park Jimin? I don’t know, he looks like he’d have a tiny dick-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Joy’s eyes widen in surprise. “I mean, sure he isn’t winning in the height department, but have you seen how thick those thighs are? God I’d die happy if I could be choked to death by them. And his fingers- you know what they say about men with thick fingers… damn if he isn’t the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever-”

The door to the pantry opens suddenly and the intrusion stops Joy mid rant. The two of you glance over to the interruption like a deer in the headlights. The person in question takes in the scene of your little gossip fest with his light grey eyes, and his razor sharp features are impossible to read. His crisply pressed white dress shirt fits over his chest nicely, tucked into his tailored black dress pants that elongate his legs and accentuates the muscles of his thighs.

“Mr- Sajang-nim!! Good morning Sajang-nim!” Joy squeaks out beside you.

Park Jimin runs a hand through the hair that parts neatly in the middle of his forehead, drawing your attention to the veins that wrap around his forearms like vines, exposed by the buttoned up sleeves of his white shirt. “Good morning ladies, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” 

The slight smirk on his pillowy, velvet lips makes your cheeks heat up.

“U-um, no of course not, _____ and I were just running through some numbers,” Joy covers up smoothly, and heads toward the bin in the corner to dispose of her paper cup. “I’ll be getting back to work now, Mr Park.” 

Her words stir you into action and you start to follow Joy. “Me too, have a good day Mr Park.”

“_____, I need to speak to you about something,” Park Jimin takes a step closer towards you, and you watch in vain as Joy escapes out the pantry door. The path to the door is now blocked by his broad figure, and you feel more trapped than ever as he stalks closer and closer, his predatory eyes wandering up and down your body. The room feels a few degrees hotter as his eyes linger on the sinful curve of your hips, hugged tightly by your pencil skirt.

“Y-yes Mr Park?” 

Jimin’s eyes scan over the scattered documents and papers on the counter, the fake ones that you and Joy use as an excuse. “Going over some numbers, I see. Can you give me a brief update on what you were discussing just now?”

Shit. Fuck. Goddamn it all to hell.

“Of-of course Mr Park. Um, we were just discussing the quarterly sales target for the past annum- and we agreed that there was some… logistical assessment needed. It would be best to do a valid risk assessment of the market and um… compile it all into a spreadsheet!”

He raises his eyebrows as he scrutinizes the data in front of him. When he looks back up at you with a teasing smirk on those plush lips of his, you know you’ve been caught in your lie. But he doesn’t let up and instead nods in what seems like approval.

“Interesting. I would love to know the results of your analysis, bring that spreadsheet to me when you’re done with it will you?”

You’re doomed. You should just cut your losses and tell him the truth, and beg on your knees for skiving off like this. And return tomorrow morning with your resignation letter so you can get a headstart on job hunting, again. But before you have time to blurt out your apologies, Jimin clears his throat. 

“I’ll see you in my office at 6pm then, Ms _____.”

* 

The office is slowly emptying out as the end of the workday draws nearer and nearer. Mingyu waves you a jolly goodbye with a tap on your cubicle wall, but not without a reminder to have the files on his desk by the next morning.

Jerkwad. You’ll give him his files alright, but not without a huge pile of- 

Your desk phone interrupts your thoughts with a shrill screech.

“_____, I’d like to have that spreadsheet please.” Park Jimin’s smooth voice sounds in your ear immediately once you hold the receiver to your ear.

“Right away sir.” With a dreading feeling at the pit of your stomach, you get up reluctantly and grab the files Mingyu gave you, just so you have something to hold as you knock on his heavy oakwood door tentatively. 

“Come in.”

When you enter his office, the first thing you see is Park Jimin at his desk, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and his tie askew. His hair looks a little disheveled, as if he’s been running his hands through it all day. His desktop is covered in a mess of papers and documents, and he looks up from the file he’s reading with a pensive frown that turns into a pleased smirk.

“Sit down, Ms _____. I believe you have that spreadsheet for me?”

That’s it, time to dig out the past few weeks’ worth of classified ads and switch back to cup ramen and boxed mac and cheese.

But Jimin spots Mingyu’s files clutched to your chest and gestures to it. “Place it on my desk please. Oh and before you go, one more thing.”

“W-what? Oh, um here it is.” You hesitate for a second, before placing the file gingerly in front of him. 

“There have been some complaints from Human Resource about your attire lately.” 

Oh god. It must have been Bae Joohyun from HR, the most conservative below 30 woman in the entire office who ratted you out for wearing that transparent see through blouse that one time. It was only for the after office happy hour, and it was a god damn Friday too.

“I’m sorry Mr Park, I’ll pay more attention to my outfits in the future.” Please don’t fire me, you plead silently.

“I’m afraid that won’t do,” Park Jimin tsks and shakes his head slowly. He scratches his chin and nibbles on his bottom lip thoughtfully, eyes roaming lusciously up and down your figure in front of him. “In fact, the complaint was so severe that I had to get involved myself.”

He stands from behind his desk, stalking around to the front of his desk to position himself by your side, his pewter grey eyes alight with mischief.

“I think I’m going to have to measure your skirt, _____. And my standards are… stringent. If your skirt is more than three inches off the ground when you’re kneeling, disciplinary measures will be taken.”

The tone of his voice sets off a tremor that begins in the pit of your stomach, and your legs grow weak. Just the thought of being on your knees for Park Jimin, as he measures your skirt, makes your throat dry.

“Y-yes sir. Of course sir.” You slowly lower yourself to the ground, your skin tight pencil skirt making it hard for you to kneel as the material stretches tightly around your ass and rides up to above mid-thigh. Which leaves you on your knees as Park Jimin stands in front of you, and you’re face to face with the crotch of his dress pants.

“Well well,” he smirks as his eyes are fixated on the hem of your skirt where it stops on your thighs. “Maybe I don’t need a ruler after all.”

Instead he crouches down so that he can reach the hem of your skirt, and with the width of his hand, measures from where your knee touches the rough carpeting of the floor. The warmth of his hand sends desire racing through your veins, and he slides his palm from your kneecap past the hem of your skirt to your inner thigh, gliding under it so that it’s dangerously close to where you want him to be.

He stops just shy of the juncture between your thighs.

“This skirt is inappropriate for work. Looks like I’ll have to punish you, ____.”

He withdraws his hand from your thigh, leaving you cold and empty without his smoldering touch as he stands to his full height once more. As he straightens his posture, from your position on the floor, the tent in his dress pants is painfully obvious.

“Well? If you’re willing to be such a slut and wear these tiny skirts around the office, I’m sure you know what to do next.” His tone is no-nonsense as he smirks at you from his position above, and immediately your hands find purchase on the front of his slacks. “Take me out, sweetheart.”

Your hands fumble with the buckle at the front of his pants, impeded by the bulge as you try to drag his zipper down. Jimin sighs with relief as the tension of his erection is released when you reach in and circle him with one hand, savouring his warmth as you pull him out.

His head is already dark red, and you manage to catch the bead of precum that weeps from it with your tongue. The sensation of your tongue on his head makes him throw his head back and a whine originates deep in his throat, a sound that makes your panties deliciously sticky.

“Don’t tease sweetheart, let me see how well you take cock.”

You oblige him by closing your mouth over him, the salty taste of him on your tongue. Being careful of your teeth, you flatten your tongue and allow him to slide in deeper, relishing the weight of his thick length and how he fills your mouth so fully. Park Jimin reaches for the back of your head and pushes your head down so that you’re halfway down his cock.

“Fuck, I knew you’d take my cock so well.” He drags you off his dick, and you gasp for air. “Take a deep breath sweetheart, before I fuck that pretty throat.” 

He rests his cock on the tip of your tongue for a second before sliding in deep, filling your throat until tears spring to your eyes, and your gag reflex kicks in. As he thrusts in and out of your mouth, the sound of gagging and spit resounds in the room, a filthy sound that makes your core ache for relief.

“You sound so good gagging on my cock, your throat is so tight, I can only imagine what that pussy will feel like around me.”

Your saliva is all over your chin and tears are staining your cheeks, ruining your makeup as he fucks your throat mercilessly. As he presses your nose into his lower abdomen, you can’t control your gagging and the noises emanating from you, but it only makes Park Jimin moan and thrust his hips for more.

He pauses and withdraws from the warmth of your mouth, tapping his cock on your cheek and leaving behind a messy trail of his precum and your own spit. “You okay sweetheart?”

Your throat is fucked raw now, but you nod eagerly. “Yes sir.” 

“Then you’ll let me cum on your pretty face right? Cover every inch of you with my cum, and let it dry on your skin as you go home? Let everyone see how much of a cumslut you are?”

“Yes sir, I deserve it, for wearing such a short skirt.”

Park Jimin smirks in satisfaction. “Good girl, now open wide.”

His cock rams its way deep into your throat, and you gag violently, fighting to regulate your breathing through your nose. Spit trails from his dick down your chin, and it’s the messiest blowjob you’ve ever given, but also the hottest. Park Jimin’s thrusts are increasingly harsh, and his whines indicate that he’s close to blowing his load. 

“Fuck, gonna cum all over your face,” he pulls out and grabs himself, stroking up and down his sticky length desperately. Strings of white hot cum from his head land on your face, some of it ending up in your hair and others dripping down from your fake eyelashes and dribbling down your chin.

“What a sight, sweetheart,” he runs the tip of his cock through the mess he’s made on your face, swirling his cum around on your cheeks and pushing it into your mouth. You give him a few kitten licks before he pulls out with a moan, tapping his dick on your cum covered chin a few times before tucking himself back into his pants.

“You did so well, sweetheart, and I believe good girls should be rewarded. Get on my desk.”

You scramble to your feet, careful not to let his cum drip from your face as you place your ass on his desk, on top of Mingyu’s files. Park Jimin positions himself between your spread legs as he kneels down, sliding his hands up your thighs and pushing your skirt above your hips. He rubs a thumb over the ruined lace of your panties, soaked through and wipes it on your inner thigh.

“So wet from sucking my cock?” He slides them off your legs, watching as strings of your arousal detach from your panties. “Spread those legs wide for me as I eat that pretty cunt.”

You do as he says and your thighs are obscenely spread on his work desk as his head nears your aching core. By now your arousal has gathered and spills onto the files beneath you, but you’re too caught up in the need to cum to notice. 

He starts with sucking your lips gently, sending electric shocks through your entire core as your hips buck desperately, and your juices leak out of your slit. In response Jimin chuckles and laps up your juices as they stain his chin, before laving your clit with a few flat licks that has you sobbing for more.

Jimin suckles your clit between his plush, velvet lips, and cushioned between them, he tortures you as he licks and sucks you raw. He brings two fingers to your slit and caresses you gently before plunging them into you, filling you up nicely.

“You’re so fucking wet, looks like my cock will just slide right in hmm?” 

You can only writhe in response as his tongue flicks at your clit. “Jimin, oh my god, I need more.”

“You need more? Hmm, I think so too,” Jimin withdraws his fingers, and sucks them clean before gliding them through the globs of half dried cum on your cheek. He gathers a good amount of the thick white semen on his fingertips before returning to your clit, rubbing in circles that drives you crazy.

Park Jimin makes sure to rub every last bit of his cum into your clit, trailing what remains of it down to your slit and sheathing his wonderfully thick fingers in your heat. His tongue returns to its place lapping at your clit, teasing it between his lips, and you glance down to see strands of his own translucent cum lingering on his lips, and the sight alone makes you tighten around his fingers.

“Jimin, I’m so close, right there please,” your voice trails off into a whiny moan, and Jimin obliges.

He abandons the use of this tongue to suck directly at your clit, and with a few more thrusts of his fingers, he sends you over the edge and you clench tightly around his fingers, swept away by the waves of pleasure and euphoria. Jimin helps you ride out your orgasm with thrusting fingers, until you grow too sensitive and start to close your legs.

“You okay, _____?” There’s genuine concern on his face as he helps you down from the desk, righting your skirt and tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I’m okay sir.” You wrinkle your nose in discomfort at the feeling of his drying cum on your face, and attempt to tame your wild, sex-crazed hair, imagining how horrible you must look.

“You look so good with my cum on your face. 

His statement immediately makes all the discomfort disappear. 

“Come on, I’ll drive you home. And you’re not allowed to wipe that cum off till you reach home.”

*

Joy will never let you hear the end of this if she knew.

But if she does know about this, half of the office will too by lunchtime, and there goes your job.  After Jimin dropped you off at your house last night with a reminder not to wipe his cum off until you were home, he also reminded you about violating the dress code. 

“One more time and you’ll get a warning,” he’d said just before sending you a smirk and driving off.

Which is why you’d dug out the most modest pair of slacks from the back of your closet, ones that make you look about ten years older, ones that even Bae Joohyun would approve of. But they are uncomfortable as hell, and you spend the entire morning fidgeting in your seat, not used to this much fabric around your legs.

Mingyu glides into work about an hour late, and slides into the cubicle next to you. 

“____, did you have those files done already?”

“Yeah, they’re on your desk beside the account opening forms,” you smile sweetly at him before returning back to your work.

“Thanks, ______- wait, why are they all wet?”

“Oh, I was rushing to finish them late last night and may have spilled something on it…”

You’re cut off by the sounds of his grumbles as he reaches for some tissues to clean it up, but to no avail.

At 11am, you start to wrap up the account closure that you’re processing, clicking save on your computer before pushing yourself back from your desk. You start to turn your head around when you hear Joy’s telltale click of shoes sounding from the Finance department, but another voice sounds instead of hers.

“______, are you free you go through some numbers with me?”

It’s Park Jimin.

Park Jimin strolls casually by your aisle with his hands tucked into his pockets, his relaxed demeanor evident in the gentle smile on his face as he greets your overeager colleagues. His grey hair is swept back off his forehead with gel, and his light, dove grey eyes are striking as he stops behind your cubicle, and takes in the sight of your clothed legs under your desk. 

Joy hesitates awkwardly a few steps behind Park Jimin, shock etched upon her features. Fuck, how did he know about your code?

“Um, of course sir, right now?”

“In my office please,” Jimin turns and heads in the direction of his office, leaving you staring at his deliciously plump ass that strains his dress pants just right.

You gesture at Joy to retreat for now, and she nods with wide eyes.

“It’s me, Mr Park.” You enter his office only to see him reclining in his chair, eyes firmly on the door. 

“_____, I’m disappointed in you, I thought I warned you last night.”

“Wh-what are you…?” Confusion fills your voice, and you rush to defend yourself. “This isn’t violating the dress code, I even ran it by Bae Joohyun from Human Resource this morning and she-” 

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about that dress code.” His voice is suddenly a few octaves lower in a drawling satoori that makes your heart skip a beat. “No, this won’t do at all, how am I going to bend you over this desk if you’re wearing pants?” 

“I- I’m sorry sir,” you whisper in a small voice.

“Strip, now.”

His commanding tone makes your breath catch in your throat. Strip in the middle of his office, where anyone could just walk in?

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t let just anyone see what a dirty girl you are,” he reassures you with a nod to the door. “The door is locked.”

Your hands wander to the buttons on your blouse and you begin undoing them, slipping the sleeves off until you’re clad in your baby pink bra. Then you unbutton the front of your pants and slide them off your legs, kicking them off till you’re left standing in your matching lace underwear.

Jimin’s eyes rake over your figure greedily. “Pink? What an innocent girl you pretend to be, when you get off on just sucking your boss’s dick. Come here.”

You approach him, and he motions for you to kneel in front of him and take your bra off. You reach behind you to undo the clasps, watching as his eyes ogle your full chest as you drop the bra on the ground next to you.

“Here’s what I’m going to do to you sweetheart, listen carefully. You’re going to spit on my dick, and then I’ll fuck those pretty tits of yours. Has anyone ever tit-fucked you before?”

“No sir,” you swallow hard as he begins to unbuckle his belt again, slipping his cock out and stroking himself to full hardness.

“I’m glad to hear it, now get over here and gag on my cock like you did yesterday. Get me all wet to fuck those gorgeous tits.” He digs his hands into your hair and pulls you closer, and you gladly close your mouth over him.

Jimin pushes deep enough to activate the thick saliva that originates at the back of your throat, and thrusts deeply a few times before pulling you off. You gasp and pant, drooling messily on the length of his cock and watching as he coats his length meticulously with your spit.

“Good girl, now hold those tits together and let me fuck them.”

You straighten your posture and push your breasts together, forming a tight valley for him to slide through. Jimin positions himself at the bottom of your breasts before pushing up, parting the globes of your flesh with the help of your spit as lubricant, and emerging through your cleavage. You glance down to see the pink tip of his cock pushing through your breasts, covered in spit and moan as he starts to fuck you harder. 

“These feel like heaven, fuck, clench tighter for me sweetheart, that’s it.”

His cock is leaking precum as well, and it all ends up on your chest as it drips down over your nipples. Park Jimin seems to get off on making as much of a mess of you as possible, but you’d never realized that you’re turned on by it too.

His pants are growing louder and more desperate as he works his cock between your breasts. “You have the best tits in this whole damn company, ahhhh I’ll come so soon. But I don’t want to cum on these tits.”

Jimin gives a few more thrusts between your breasts and stops, his chest heaving from arousal and the need to blow his load somewhere on your body. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

You obey him immediately, and he gets to his feet as well, hand leisurely stroking his length as his eyes wander down to your sweet pink lace panties. You can almost see the idea forming in his mind as he reaches for the waistband and pulls it towards him so that he can peer down into your sticky panties and see your pussy. He maneuvers the head of his cock just inside your panties so that its aimed at your cunt directly.

“Jerk me off sweetheart, make me cum in those cute little panties of yours. Then you’ll walk around all day with your cunt soaked in my cum and try not to let anyone else notice hmmm?”

God, he is so damn filthy but you love it. You reach and close your hand around his cock with its head in your underwear, and start to jerk him with short strokes. You swipe at his swollen head a few times, and he jerks his hips in response, swallowing hard as his lips attach to your neck, licking and sucking dark blue violets as he moans needily into your skin.

“Fuck fuck, gonna come in these pretty panties, ahhhh fuck!”

Jimin blows his load right into the crotch of your underwear, and his sticky cum soaks through the lace almost immediately. You pump and milk him for the last few spurts of semen, and he slumps against you for a bit as he empties his balls into your panties.

The feeling of his cum swishing around in your panties makes everything so much wetter and stickier, and Jimin reaches to cup your crotch, making the lace of your underwear stick to your skin with his cum, and presses, so that his cum soaks its way in between your cunt lips.

Jimin wearily zips himself back up and grabs a few tissues off a box on his desk to wipe off your chest. He gathers your articles of clothing to help you back into them, and the atmosphere in between verges on awkwardness. 

“Um, I-I’ll just be going now Mr Park,” you head for the door, wincing as you feel his cum against your skin. 

“Don’t forget, there’s a meeting after lunch. And you’re not allowed to clean up.”

*

Joy grabs you on your way to the meeting room.

“Hey, are you okay? What happened? What did he say?” Her voice is hushed and lowered, but with a sense of panic.

“I’m okay Joy,” you squeeze her hand tightly in yours. “He just really needed to go through some numbers.”

“Oh thank god. But I still think we need to change our code… red for the low, unachieved sales target,” Joy hurriedly tacks on as Jeongguk from Marketing breezes past you into the meeting room.

Glancing at the still empty seat at the head of the table, you opt for the seat that’s furthest away from it, wincing as the cum swirls around in your underwear as you sit. Joy takes the seat beside you, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes when Mingyu slides in beside you and makes meme faces at Jeongguk who’s across the table from him, who in turn giggles with Yugyeom beside him.

And you actually do roll your eyes, turning in your seat away from them and praying that they don’t smell the cum in your panties.

Park Jimin strolls in after a few minutes, and the room hushes in silence as he takes his seat and clears his throat, reading off the agenda for today.

Throughout the entire meeting, you can’t help but squirm in your seat; painfully aware of the smell of cum from your own crotch. But the people around you don’t seem to notice it, thankfully, and you spot Jimin’s eyes wandering to your end of the table every now and then as the various departmental heads give their reports. To distract yourself from how uncomfortable you are, you resort to doodling random pictures and playing tic tac toe with Joy beside you to while the time away. 

“And Ms_____, what do you think?”

Your pen skids across the page of your notebook.

“S-sorry, could you run that by me again?” 

Hushed chuckles sound from around the table.

Park Jimin clears his throat. “As mentioned, sales have not been on par recently, and we’re trying to come up with ways to improve it. Do you have any suggestions?” 

“Um, maybe an operational review of each department’s efficiency and productivity levels?” You stutter an answer off the top of your head, and relief fills your chest when heads nod and people are taking down notes. 

The rest of the meeting passes in a blur as you try and sink down lower in your seat to disappear entirely.

“Alright, seems like we’re heading in a clear direction since we’re all on the same page, good work everyone. Have a nice weekend,” Park Jimin nods at the room and everyone begins to stand and trickle out of the room. 

You shoot to your feet, surreptitiously checking your seat for any stains left behind when Jimin calls out to you. 

“_____, just a moment please.”

Dread weighs your chest down as the room empties out, and the last of Jeongguk’s boisterous laughter fades down the hallways. Joy looks as if she’s leaving a limb behind as she’s swept out of the room with the rest of your colleagues. As the last person leaves the room with the door closed behind them, you take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry Mr Park, it’s just, I was trying not to let anyone smell… it. I was paying attention the rest of the time, I swear!”

 “I know sweetheart, don’t worry, you did a great job.” His full cheeks round out in a grin as he sits on the desk beside you, cupping your cheek fondly. “Did you follow instructions like a good girl? Or do I have to check for myself?” 

“Y-yes I did, Mr Park. I didn’t clean up.”

“Good girl, but I’d like to take a look for myself.” He pushes himself off the desk to kneel at your feet, and undoes the button of your pants with a flick of his thumb and pulling them down to reveal your cum soaked underwear.

Jimin’s fingers slip under the waistband to tug your panties down until they’re mid-thigh so that he can peer at the globs of cum that sit in the crotch. His eyes trail up to your drenched cunt lips.

“Your cunt smells so good covered in my cum,” he runs his fingers up and down your inner thighs, and you shiver in desire. “What a naughty girl you are, sitting through a meeting with your boss’s cum in your panties, soaking your dirty little cunt.”

Jimin spreads your lips with his fingers to reveal your clit, and the strings of his semen that connect the lips. His tongue darts out to break the strings and he makes eye contact with you as he licks your slit once more, gathering the white substance on his tongue as he tastes himself on your pussy. 

“You’ve done so well keeping my cum on you, now don’t you think it’s only right that I clean you up with my tongue?”

“Jimin, please,” you reach for the silky strands of his grey hair and entangle them between your fingertips. 

“Ask and you shall receive.” He rewards you with a broad lick to your clit, and with lapping licks starts to clean up the mess he made earlier.

The rough, flat surface of his tongue stimulates your clit just right, and the unsatisfied throbbing in your core from earlier this morning is renewed. Jimin slides his hands under your thighs and hooks them over his shoulders so that he can properly bury his face into your pussy, not caring if his face is smeared with your juices and his cum in the process. He slurps messily at your slit even as his nose rubs your clit, and you’re so, so close to tumbling off that edge-

“There you go sweetheart, all clean.” Jimin smirks up at you, withdrawing his tongue as he inspects your cum free pussy. When you whine in response, he chuckles. “Oops, that was rather rude of me wasn’t it?”

Heat burns in your centre so unbearably, and your clit throbs with the need for attention. “Ji- Mr Park, please make me cum, I’ve been so wet since you fucked my tits this morning.”

“Tsk, do you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth of yours? Maybe I should fuck your mouth again hmmm? Or should I fuck that pussy of yours and get it all filthy again?” 

“My pussy please,” you gasp as he teasingly thumbs your clit. “Wanna feel your cock.”

“Since you’ve been such a good girl today, I think you deserve my cock. But you’re going to have to be quiet, understand?” Jimin strokes the curve of your waist gently as he urges you up onto the table.

“Yes sir.” And with that, he slides home into your cunt, and you both moan when he bottoms out inside you.

“I knew your cunt would be so tight, fuck you’re amazing baby.” He slides out till the tip is left inside you only to slam back in. He fills you up so well and you clench hard around him, already close to the edge after having him eat you out.

“Jimin, I’m so close,” you clutch his shoulders as his body spreads your legs further apart, and you hook your legs around him to draw him in closer.

“I won’t last long either sweetheart, go ahead and rub that clit nice and slow for me.”

You do as he says, and your walls start to close around him as he increases the speed of his thrusts, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth as his high draws near as well. Your orgasm starts first, white hot pleasure that engulfs every nerve of yours as you struggle to contain your moans in the crook of his neck, feeling sweat break out on the back of his neck as he groans into your chest. You’re incoherent and there’s nothing but the sound of his name in your ears as he gives few harsh thrusts into your battered pussy as he comes inside you, his thick seed coating your walls that are still pulsing around him.

As he pulls out, you feel him start to trickle out of you again, but by now the feeling of his cum on your skin turns you on even more. Jimin pulls back to admire the sight of your used pussy in satisfaction as he runs his fingers up your inner thighs to gather the substance back into your cunt.

“I think you should take the rest of the day off, sweetheart.”