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minisugakoobies · 2 years ago

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Day 4 ❄️ KSJ

Kinks: orgasm control, office holiday party

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: holiday, fluff, smut, established relationship, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, teasing, fingering, exhibitionism, grinding, love bites/marking, hand job, orgasm denial/control, pouty Jin, punny Jin, lots of cheek squeezing because Jin's an ass man, references to car sex, references to face-sitting

Word Count: 2.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: When your boyfriend won’t behave at your annual office holiday party, you’ve no choice but to take matters into your own hands

A/N: This is technically a sequel to All I Don't Want for Christmas is You!, but it can be read as a stand-alone fic. I missed this couple. Maybe someday I'll finish the true sequel to that story.

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“Are you ready to go?”

You poke your head out of your closet at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice calling from the other end of your apartment. “Almost. Can you come here a sec?”

Seokjin wanders into your bedroom. “Babe?”

“In here.”

He strolls into your closet, where you’re waiting, back to him.

“Zip me up, please?”

Seokjin obliges as you stare at yourself in the floor-length mirror. Hair and makeup on point. New dress popping against your skin. And the stunning man wrapping his arms around your waist, hair swept from his handsome face, resting his chin on your shoulder while his reflection grins at you is the perfect accessory to set off your look.

“What do you think?”

He brushes his lips against your cheek. “Gorgeous. As always.” He pauses. “You look pretty nice too, princess.”

You roll your eyes. “I still can’t believe I fell for your conceited ass,” you grumble as Seokjin laughs.

“Two years ago tonight, as a matter of fact,” he replies, squeezing your sides before turning you to face him. You smooth down the lapels of his white tuxedo jacket, glad he decided to wear something a little fancier than his standard three-piece suits tonight. Makes the night feel even more festive.

“I still say you’re the only person on the planet who counts from the first fuck instead of the first date, but sure, two years tonight.” Looping your arms around his neck, you kiss away the smartass remark you know he’s formulating, giggling against his lips when he helps himself to a double handful of your ass.

“It was a very special night. Deserves celebrating.”

He’s not wrong. That night two years ago, the night you made that classic mistake of surrendering to your feelings and sleeping with your work enemy, turned out to be one of the best nights of your life, and led you to here, standing in your luxury apartment with the love of your life, on your way to the annual holiday party held by your company, Worldwide Sound. Held by you, since you and Seokjin happen to own the company together.

Seokjin pouts as you break the kiss, lips even redder than usual thanks to your lipstick. As you wipe it away, he sighs. “Can we just go put in a quick appearance and then leave early?”

“It’s kinda frowned upon for the hosts to ghost on their own party,” you reply, grabbing your clutch.

“I know. But I don’t feel like socializing tonight. I just want to be with you.”

You’re touched by his soft admission. Seokjin’s a social butterfly, always up for grabbing drinks with friends or taking clients out to dinner, so for him to want to spend tonight at home with you alone is very sweet.

“Aw, baby,” you coo, cupping his cheek lovingly. “As much as I’d love that too, we made a commitment, so we need to follow through. Come on. Let’s go rub some elbows and schmooze some new clients for a few hours, and then we’ll grab a few leftover bottles of bubbly and some of those tiny cakes you love and have our own little celebration here.”

He beams. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

Your office has been transformed into a winter wonderland, with giant Christmas trees and bright string lights everywhere. Fake snow adorns the hallways, and a makeshift dance floor in the center of the workspace has been lit to resemble an ice skating rink. Caterers flit between your guests, offering delicious holiday treats like mini gingerbread cheesecakes and little rose pavlovas that look like tiny pink snowballs.

Snatching another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, you smile at one of your contemporaries from a rival company while you survey the room. Everyone who is anyone in your industry is here. Tonight couldn’t be more of a success.

“Babe,” Seokjin appears at your side, slipping an arm around your back. “I just talked with the manager for Triptych. They want to set up a meeting to discuss signing with us.”

“Well done!” You press a kiss to Seokjin’s cheek. Triptych is one of the hottest rap trios around, and your company has been trying to get them to sign for weeks. “I’ll give them a call on Monday.”

“Great. So can we go now?”

“Seokjin.” You give him a look. “It’s only been an hour. The party’s not even half over!”

His lower lip juts out again. “But I’ve done my schmoozing. I just got us Triptych! And I’m tired of rubbing elbows. I can only fake laugh at one of Sejin’s terrible jokes so many times. You know he always tells the same ones,” he complains, referring to your former boss from Beyond the Sound. You’d invited him out of professional courtesy, but had managed to avoid him all night. Apparently, that was because he was busy talking your boyfriend’s ear off.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” You wave a caterer over, and select a mini cake from their tray, handing it to Seokjin. “Here. Refuel yourself. Just a little bit longer, and then we’ll be done.”

He stuffs the cake into his mouth and swallows it in one bite. “But wouldn’t you rather sneak out of here early? Hmm?” The hand on your hip slides down, cupping your lower cheek through your silky dress. “Ask the driver to take the long way home, and keep the partition up? Like we did after Euphoria’s last album release party?”

Heat crawls up your neck at the memory of that night, when the first band you’d signed had released their fifth album. It was an instant hit with critics and fans alike, and to celebrate it climbing the charts, you’d climbed into Seokjin’s lap and rode him all the way home.

“You know I’d love that,” you nearly groan, and nervously clear your throat, trying to maintain your composure. “But we can’t leave. Just hang on a little bit longer, okay? I promise, I will make it worth your wait.”

He sighs, and pouts again, but you stand resolute, cocking an eyebrow, and he nods, realizing you’re not going to cave.

Spotting a potential client across the room, you slip your arm through his. “I think that’s Indigo over there. Time to turn on the charm!”

“You imply that I ever turn it off,” he retorts, but he lets you lead him over to speak to the singer. She invites you both to sit at the table where she is currently sitting alone, nursing a peppermint martini.

Though you know he’s disappointed that you won’t skip out on the party with him, Seokjin still brings his A-game to the evening. His charisma is half the reason your company is so successful (the other half being your shrewd business sense, including knowing exactly how and when to deploy your charm bomb of a boyfriend). While he regales Indigo with one of his funny stories, effortlessly bewitching the talented musician, you take a moment to admire him as you watch him work his magic.

And then you feel his hand running up your leg through the slit in your dress.

Thanks to the tablecloth, his arm is out of view of anyone else at the party. Indigo starts explaining about her plans for her next tour, and you nod along, wanting to pay attention, but your mind is unable to focus on anything but the sensation of Seokjin’s rough fingers gliding up your smooth thigh. When Indigo pauses to take a sip of her drink, you shoot him a warning look.

Seokjin just grins, and then his fingertips brush against your clothed crotch, tracing your folds through the satin.

Instinctively, your hips jolt forward, seeking more of his touch. You cover your reaction with a sharp cough. “Excuse me! I think I have a little bit of cake caught in my throat.” Grabbing your champagne flute, you glare at your boyfriend over the rim as you take a swig. His smirk is the only warning you get before his fingers slip beneath your panties and against your nether lips, spreading the dampness that is starting to gather there.

“The last time we spoke, you said you were looking for new representation. Has that changed?” Seokjin asks Indigo, attentively leaning towards her as he waits for her answer. Meanwhile, his fingers tease you under the table, circling around your clit but not touching it, slipping along your lips without parting them. It’s maddening, how close he is to fingering you. For so many reasons.

“It has not,” Indigo smiles. “That’s why I’m here tonight. And I’ll be in town for a few more days, before I jet off to Paris for the new year. Maybe I could stop by this week to talk business - let’s say on Tuesday?”

“What do you think, dear?” Seokjin turns his gaze on you, just as his fingers finally slide your lips apart. “Does that work for you?”

One of his fingers hovers at your entrance, tip just prodding there. Indigo waves a caterer over, clearly giving you a minute to discuss with Seokjin. And yes, there is a discussion going on between you and your boyfriend, but it’s nonverbal, and it has absolutely nothing to do with any future clients. Seokjin grins, still prodding. Your eyebrow rises, just a fraction of an inch, just enough to tell him to do it, if he dares.

He dares.

You gasp as he sinks his finger in, pushing all the way to his knuckles, and try to recover with an effusive response. “Ahhhh think that would be lovely!” Your smile feels a little too tight, which it is, since you’re gritting your teeth in order to avoid moaning from Seokjin’s plunging digit.

Indigo beams. “Perfect! I’ll call your assistant to let you know when I’ll be dropping by.”

“Here’s to having something to celebrate!” Seokjin lifts his glass to clink against Indigo’s as his other hand thrusts into your slick heat. When his thumb presses over your clit, you set your flute on the table.

“Oh, Indigo, I’m so sorry, but would you excuse us? We’ve got to get the toast set up!”

The singer nods as you suddenly scoot your chair back, pulling away from Seokjin’s fingers as you rise. Wrapping a hand around Seokjin’s bicep, you yank him to his feet and march him towards your office.

“Are we doing a toast?” he says, glancing at you with a baffled expression. But you don’t answer, keeping a tight grip on his arm until you reach your destination. By the time you’ve locked the door behind you, his confusion has cleared. “Baby, I-”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you push him against your desk until he sits on it, then hike your dress around your waist so you can straddle him, and mash your faces together. He whimpers when you suck on his tongue, hands coming up to grip your hips and grind you down onto his growing erection.

“You’re such a pain in my ass sometimes, you know that?” You lick along his jawline, enjoying the way he squirms beneath you.

“Yes I do,” he grunts, emphasizing his point by rutting smoothly against your cheeks before giving you a sharp poke, then laughs at his own dumb joke.

“Goddamn it, I cannot believe how much I love you,” you groan, tone dismayed but heart overflowing with affection for your ridiculous man, and you shove your mouth against his again.

“Mmmph love you too!” he murmurs between kisses. “Does this mean we’re leaving?”

“No, we can do this right here,” you state, rolling your hips again, voice getting breathy as your clit drags against his bulge. “What’s the point of having an office with a door that locks if we never use it?”

You fumble with the belt on his pants for a few seconds before loosening it enough to gain access to the button beneath, freeing him as quickly as you can. He springs forth in your hand, which you bring to your mouth to lick before covering him again.

Seokjin moans when you start to jerk him off. He leans back on his palms to watch, hissing when you gently fondle his balls with your other hand. “Shit, princess, you’re so good at that.”

You laugh, twisting your wet fingers faster around his hard length. “I know, baby. Just add it to the list.”

“Mmmm,” he replies, head lolling back, exposing the long line of his elegant throat, prompting you to slide forward and nibble on the soft skin there. “Ahh!” he cries when your light nipping turns into a stinging love bite.

“You know what I’m really good at though?” you ask, rubbing your thumb over his head, collecting the drops clinging to the slit in his darkened skin. He doesn’t answer you, too caught up in how good your hands feel. “Being patient.”

You go completely still.

Seokjin raises his head with a whine. “Why’d you stop?!”

Planting a kiss on his plump lips, you release him and then gingerly climb off the desk, carefully smoothing your skirt out. Thankfully, it’s not too wrinkled from your actions.

“Because. All I’ve asked you tonight is to be patient, and instead you attempted to fingerbang me in front of a client.” Folding your arms in front of you, you nod at his crotch. “Now clean yourself up. The party’s not over.”

“So you’re punishing me for not being able to keep my hands off you?” Seokjin argues, but you just shake your head, seeing right through his attempt at using flattery to get you to continue.

Once he’s stuffed himself back into his pants, you wrap your arms around his back, hugging him close.

“It’s not a punishment, baby. It’s a preview.” He looks dubious, so you kiss him, letting your lips erase his doubts. “I promise you I’ll finish the job, and more. But not until later. So will you please be patient now?”

He studies your face for a moment before responding. “Okay,” he sighs. “I’ll be good. But only if you promise to finish it on the ride home.”

“I will.”

“While you sit on my face.”

You smile. “Only too happy to.”

“And then when we get home, you put on that little number I bought you on our trip to Paris. You know the one? With the garters?” He’s still pouting as he makes his requests, but his lips keep twitching, eyes crinkling with mischievous glee as always.

“Fine, I promise. But stop milking it.”

“No, no, you’re the one who’ll be doing the milking.”

“That’s it, we’re breaking up.”

“I love you, princess,” he grins.

“I love you too. Now get out of my office.”

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