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gimmesumsuga · 7 years ago

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Pink Panther (m)

Hybrid AU Pairing: Jin x reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), impregnation kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk Word count: 13K

Below is the belated birthday fic I wrote for my precious @rbuns! I hope you like it, bra, and I’m so sorry it’s so late *squishy hugs* <3 <3

“Oh pants!”

Scrambling to catch the pen that’d leapt out of your hand at the sudden call of your name, your eyes dart across your crowded desk to the red, blinking light of the intercom which had just spoken to you so abruptly. At least you presume that that’s what it is that’s flashing at you so; it’s a little difficult to tell underneath the stacks of paper that lay so haphazardly around it.

Pen now safely tucked behind your ear, you actually have to resort to rising up out of your chair in order to find the damned thing, your heart fluttering nervously as you hastily try to remember which button it is that you’re supposed to press to reply. You jab at the largest one, hoping for the best.

“Y-yes, Mr Kim?”

You can’t remember the last time your boss communicated with you via anything other than email - apart from perhaps the odd pleasantry as he’s breezed past your desk on his way in and out of the office at each end of the day - so it seems only fair for you to lay the blame for your rustiness with the intercom system solely on his broad shoulders.

“Can you come in here for just a moment, please?”

“Sure thing!” you agree compliantly, head bobbing up and down to an otherwise empty office, releasing the intercom button only to assault it again a mere split second later with a hastily blurted out, “Sir!” in some poor attempt to claw back any semblance of professionalism.

Honestly, you’d think that after so long working here that you’d know how conduct yourself properly.

Briefly pausing to check your reflection in the little mirror that you keep stashed away in your top drawer for moments such of these you ensure that there are no lingering gloops of mascara in the corner of your eyes, and as you round your desk a moment later, straightening out your skirt, it’s only very narrowly that you manage to avoid snagging your stockings on its pointed, wooden corner.

You swear you wouldn’t be so much of a bumbling idiot if it weren’t for the fact that your boss, Kim Seokjin, is quite possibly one of the best looking men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. As someone who’s fairly awkward at the best of times, coming face to face with someone who’d look more at home on the centre spread of a magazine than an office is more than a little problematic, and it’s with a frustrated sigh that you have to turn back halfway when you realise that you’ve left your diary back at your desk, open faced with a half-drunk cup of coffee resting on its pages.

“Come in!” A voice calls from inside the office immediately after you’d meekly knocked its door, and it’s with a continuing coyness that you push it open and slip inside, shutting it behind you with a gentle ‘click’.

Seokjin’s office is as dimly lit as it always is whenever you come in here; blinds drawn, no light save the small desk lamp that sits atop his pristinely organised desk and the faint glow of the laptop computer which illuminates his face. Your employer doesn’t look up on your arrival but you can tell from the twitch of the rounded ears nestled amongst his pitch black hair that he’s aware of your presence.

Quietly, you wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing, holding your diary close to your chest and squeezing it as a way to calm your anxiety.

As a hybrid of one of the most elusive and aggressive big cats of the world, Kim Seokjin has always intimidated you slightly. You’re not sure where the feeling stems from, as it’s not as if you’ve ever witnessed him acting unpleasantly or unkindly in all the time you’ve worked for him - rather the opposite, in fact. He’s quite the charmer when it suits him, entertaining clients with his enthusiastic sense of humour and disarming them with his good looks, usually over a lunch or dinner at one of the many fine dining establishments Seokjin so often likes to frequent. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve witnessed him close a business deal before he’s even made a start on his steak; rare, bloody and marbled with thin slivers fat, just the way he likes it.

But now, sat silently amongst the many potted fauna that decorate and humidify his office, Seokjin’s similarity to the stealthy predator that makes up part of his DNA is all too apparent. It has you making an unconscious effort not to breathe too loudly; a prey response that comes so naturally that you don’t even realise you’re doing it.

“Turn the light on, if you like.” He speaks so suddenly that you almost jump, your eyes darting over to the light switch to the side of you before returning straight to him. He’s yet to look up from his laptop, his fingers softly tapping on the keys to provide the only sound in the otherwise silent room.

“It’s alright, Sir, I’m sure I’ll manage.” The keys fall silent and Seokjin looks up, his eyes immediately finding you from across the room. You’d think you’d have gotten used to the yellowy green of his irises by now - that they wouldn’t unsettle you so - but they still do. It’s not so much the colour that stirs a confusing mixture of emotions within you, but more the way they gently glow back at you in the semi-dark; a constant reminder that he’s a creature far more superior and impressive than the simple human-being you are.

“Come and sit, then,” he beckons, gently shutting his laptop with one hand and gently gesturing to the chair opposite him with the other, “You needn’t stand on ceremony.” Muttering a quiet ‘thank you’, you sink yourself down as delicately as possibly, very aware of the way he’s watching your every move, hands now neatly folded in his lap.

“You needed something?” Nervous, you force yourself to look up and meet his eyes across the table and try not to become distracted by the gentle curve of his month. He has the most impossibly thick, heart-shaped lips, and you know if you start looking at them now you won’t be able to stop.

“Were you saving that for later?” Seokjin nods towards you, one of his eyebrows lifting with amusement when you frown, bewildered. “The egg mayonnaise down the front of your blouse.” You follow the direction of his eyeline, looking down to see a pale yellow stain several centimetres long descending from the top of your breast right down to where your nipple approximately lies, left there from the lunch you’d eaten at your desk a good number of hours ago.

Memo to you - next time don’t just check your face before coming in here.

Embarrassed, you emit a high-pitched titter, your cheeks turning as fuschia pink as your shirt.

“Always good to have a snack on hand,” you joke lamely, and it’s only knowing that it’ll do no good that keeps you from attempting to brush it off, settling with clenching onto your diary a little bit tighter instead.

“Very true.” It’s a relief to see that Seokjin is smiling when you glance back up, rather than looking down his nose at you in judgement. You smile sheepishly back, feeling glad when he starts speaking again to get you back on track. “I’m sure you’re already aware the biennial gala is taking place tomorrow evening.”

Of course you’re aware; you’ve been putting little notifications on his calendar about it for weeks along with helpful facts and figures regarding the company’s latest reported revenue, estimated profits and record low staff turnover. ‘KS Developments’ has always been a company that prides itself in treating its employees well, and it shows in the numbers. The cafeteria alone - which is free to every worker - is a good enough reason to stay loyal, nevermind all the various other benefits you can accumulate as time goes by.

“It’ll be a good opportunity for us to network and impress other potential clients,” Seokjin continues, rising from his chair and walking round to the side of his desk, his eyes looking elsewhere around the room as he speaks. “Especially certain political officials that aren’t so keen on further pursuing our ambitions for an increase in the availability of social housing.”

He pauses, sitting himself on the corner of the desk nearest to you, and you try not to stare as his long black tail flicks out of the way to make this possible. The base of it - which emerges seamlessly from his specially tailored dress pants - is thick and sturdy looking, tapering along its length to end at a significantly slimmer, rounded tip, and the fur with which it’s covered looks just as soft and glossy as the hair which sits atop Seokjin’s head.

Your fingers begin to fidget restlessly around your diary as you wonder what it might feel like to touch, despite knowing how taboo this would be considered in hybrid society.

Realising he’s waiting for some form of acknowledgement from you you hastily nod, feeling your cheeks begin to flush once more under his gaze. You hope it isn’t too obvious. “I understand governor Mun hasn’t exactly been forthcoming lately.” Seokjin smiles wryly, head cocking slightly to the side.

“That’s one way of putting it.”

It never ceases to amaze you that there are still some people out there fighting against long-standing hybrid law and legislation. It’s been over a decade since hybrids were supposed to have been given as equal rights as their human counterparts, and yet discrimination remains rife within some provinces - particularly the poorer ones - with some hybrids living in wildly overcrowded accommodation just to get by.

As one of the big names in housing development, CEO Kim Seokjin has been almost solely responsible for driving forward the call for affordable, suitable living for his less fortunate hybrid brethren - though frequently at the cost of his own profits. His humanitarianism is just another thing to add to the list of things you admire about him; another thing to make you slightly breathless and blushy in his presence.

“Anyway,” he continues in the next breath, gently flicking his head to shake his bangs out of his eyes, “The shareholders have expressed a desire for me to take someone as a companion to these sorts of events from this point forward. They seem to think it’ll make me more ‘approachable’.” It takes a great effort for you not to laugh as Seokjin adds the inverted commas with his fingers, rolling his eyes and looking decidedly bored by the whole idea.

You can’t quite understand why the board is suddenly so concerned with whether or not Seokjin has someone trailing along with him to these sorts of things. He’s always gotten the job done before now and always kept profits high, so what does it matter? From what little you know Panthers tend to be quite solitary creatures - preferring to be left to their own devices except when absolutely necessary - and now you think on it more that description does indeed seem to fit what you’ve observed of Seokjin. He very rarely emerges from his office to mingle with the rest of the office, and you’ve never seen him socialising in anything other than a professional capacity.

“So, this is where I need your help.” He turns his feline eyes on you, looking at you expectantly as you do nothing but blink back, feeling completely lost.

What exactly is he asking? Is he expecting you to find him a date? Surely someone as handsome as him shouldn’t have any trouble finding a willing woman, even if it is short notice. Why does he need your help to do it?!

“Uh…” you begin, casting your eyes downward at your diary before glancing back up, wetting your lips, “I’m not sure that’s in my job description-” A nervous chuckle; you probably shouldn’t have said that. “-But I guess I could ask around the office for you? I know-um-Susy from contracting is newly single, maybe she’ll-”

“You have plans tomorrow night?” Seokjin interrupts, his otherwise flawlessly smooth forehead wrinkling into a shallow frown. “I checked your calendar earlier and I didn’t see any prior social engagements listed.”

You very nearly choke on your saliva.

“M-me?!” Your boss laughs merrily, clearly tickled by the look of sheer disbelief written on your face. You can’t blame him; you must look ridiculous with your eyes almost bugging out of their sockets and egg mayo slopped down your front.

This has to be some kind of bad joke.

“Are you aware of anyone else who knows the ins and outs of our company’s day to day runnings better than you or I?” Your mouth flops uselessly for a second, an anxious sweat breaking out of your palms.

“Well… n-no,” you admit quietly and Seokjin smiles, pleased at having been proven right.

“Then I think you’ve answered your own question.”

A beat passes in which you desperately try to get your head around the prospect of Seokjin actively seeking out your company. Admittedly, it sounds as though you’ve been picked purely for practicality rather than any other less ‘professional’ motivations, but hey, that’s better than nothing, right?

The man sat before you must mistake your silence for hesitation rather than dumbfoundedness because after a second or two more passes he speaks again, blinking twice in quick succession as he leans slightly toward you.

“Unless, of course, the idea of spending an evening with me is so abhorrent that you refuse.” His sentence draws to a close with a laugh but you swear this one doesn’t sound quite as natural as the last. It's a little strained, a little forced, and you notice the end of his tail twitch where its hanging behind his legs, when previously it had rested entirely still.

Does he really believe there’s a chance you might actually turn him down?

You're not sure what to say. The idea of it certainly isn't unappealing; hanging off Seokjin’s arm for a night must be many a woman's dream, yourself included. But what the hell are you going to wear? And what on earth will everyone say when they see you there with him? You'd rather people not get the wrong idea and presume that you've slept your way into position you're in - you worked hard and drank a whole lot of coffee in order to climb up to sit at the desk you do now.

“So, can I count on you?” Well, when he puts it that way, how could you ever refuse?

“Sure, why not,” you reply with a light shrug of your shoulders and what you hope is a convincing smile, trying to sound as light and breezy about the whole thing as it’s physically possible to do so whilst your chest feels as though it’s constricting with anxiety at the very same time.

Seokjin looks pleased, his lips curving into a relaxed smile that’s so attractive you’re sure it must pose some sort of health risk.

“Excellent. It’s due to start at seven.” It’s a good job you already know all the finer details about it seeing as though you’re barely listening - distracted by the way his thumb is rhythmically running back and forth along the edge of his desk. “Of course, we’ll be arriving fashionably late.” You look up again at the humour in his voice, caught off guard by the playful twinkle awaiting you in his lemony-lime coloured eyes.

“So if I get there at, say, half past?” Seokjin lightly shakes his head as he pushes himself to standing from the desk, taking a moment to straighten out the crease that sitting has left in his waistcoat with a sharp tug on its hem.

“I’ll send a car to come and collect you,” he says as though to do so would be the most ordinary thing in the world, rounding his desk with his tail swaying gently behind him. He sinks back down into the comfort of his leather chair and re-opens the laptop, and as it quietly whirs back into life you make the most of his momentary distraction to take a good, long look at him.

It should be criminal, really, how good-looking he is. Seokjin is so perfectly put together that you’d struggle to identify a single flaw even if you were granted all the time in the world in which to stare. All hybrids seem to be graced with beauty - genetically engineered all those years ago to appear as aesthetically pleasing as possible - but even amongst his kin Seokjin stands out amongst the rest.

Granted, you might well be a little bit biased, but that’s not something you’ll readily admit out loud. You’ve kept your crush a well kept secret for months now even from your most well-trusted colleagues, so you’re not about to start spreading it around now. You’d probably get laughed out of the building for even entertaining the hope that he’d ever look at you in such a way.

“It might be an idea to refresh yourself on our latest initiatives, just in case.” Startling, you try not to make it too obvious that your bottom had jumped an inch off your seat, and it’s with a pink tinge of embarrassment on your cheeks that you obligingly nod your head when Seokjin looks back at you. If he’d noticed your staring then he doesn’t pass comment on it, and for that you’re grateful.

“I will, Sir.” He nods back, eyes returning to the glowing screen in front of him in what you presume is an indication of your dismissal. “Is that everything, Mr Kim?”

Slowly, Jin lifts his gaze and fixes you in it from across the table, fingers falling still. Is it just your imagination, the way it seems to slowly rake over you?

The blush on your cheeks rapidly begins to deepen into red in front of his eyes, and this time Seokjin does indeed appear to notice. He smirks slightly, placing an elbow on the desk and running a finger and thumb across his full bottom lip as he stares back at you until you’re fighting against the urge to start squirming in your seat.

Does he mean to seem so seductive, or is it just your attraction to him that’s altering your perception and turning his innocent actions into something they’re not intended to be?

Your voice is breathy when you next speak.

“Sir?”

At the sound of your voice your employer rather abruptly returns his attention to his laptop and begins tapping so rapidly at the keys that for a moment you have to question whether the past five seconds had actually taken place. The roiling of your blood as it thrumbs through your veins can’t just be a product of your imagination, surely?

“That’ll be all, thank you,” he tells you distractedly, a frown appearing on his face as he reads something that must be displeasing to him. You hope it isn’t one of your earlier emails - though even when he’s disgruntled you have to admit that Seokjin looks far more handsome than your average man. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening, then.”

Pausing on your way to the door with your diary held close to your chest, you turn around to flash him a fleeting smile, surprised when you find him watching you once more.

“I’ll look forward to it.” He smiles softly back at you, one ear twitching.

“So will I.”

“Coming, coming, coming!”

This can’t be your ride already, can it? You can’t have been in the shower that long, right?

Hurrying towards your front door in nothing but a too-short towel, a trail of wet hair dripping down your back, you hastily kick aside the empty pizza box that almost trips you up along the way. It skids across the floor to join another that lays hidden in the shadows under the sofa, and it’s with a cringe that you think to yourself that you really should tidy the place up before one of your neighbours ends up calling environmental control.

You peep through the spy-hole of your door and feel your body physically sag with relief when it’s a familiar face that greets you on the side. Well, a familiar chin, anyway. Taehyung is too busy looking up at the ceiling at first for you to really see him properly, but when his sensitive ears pick up the sound of the chain lock sliding out of place his head snaps back to attention, a big, beaming grin on his face.

“Hi,” he greets cheerfully as you pull the open the door, ensuring that your towel is sufficiently tightened around your bust with your free hand. Not that Taehyung bats an eyelid at your state of undress when he sees you; the two of you have been friends long enough that you being half-naked isn’t anywhere near anything a new thing. “I brought you your mail!”

Enthusiastically, the canine hybrid thrusts several envelopes towards you, and when you receive them with a thank you and a grateful smile Taehyung’s grin grows ever wider, the happy wag of his tail turning into a frantic pounding against the doorframe at the simplest of praise.

When you'd first moved into this apartment block you never would've guessed you'd end up making such good friends with the hybrids you live amongst. Even now it’s not very often that hybrids and humans occupy even the same neighbourhood - let alone the same building - but when you'd started working for KS developments and the opportunity had arisen for you to pay so little to live somewhere so spacious, you would've been an idiot to turn it down.

As far as you're concerned the purpose built scratch pillars about the place simply add to the apartment’s individuality and charm, and you know you could've been faced with far worse customisations to live with if you'd chosen a place on the ground floor. You’re not sure you could’ve ever adjusted to sleeping underground like Jungkook does in his cosy little burrow downstairs. He'd invited you down there once, and frankly it'd felt far too much like being buried alive.

“You going somewhere?” Taehyung asks as you usher him into your living room, discarding the mail on top of the pile steadily growing atop of your coffee table.

“Remember that gala I had to help set up for work?” You don't need to beckon your friend for him to automatically trail behind when you head towards your bedroom, and as you fling open your closet and start to rake through the disarray inside Taehyung plants his bottom on the end of your bed, watching you with a tilted head and amused smile.

“The whole mini bruschetta or salmon mousse debacle? How could I forget?” Taehyung laughs when you shoot a withering look over your shoulder at him.

The days you'd spent endlessly stressing over which canapes would better compliment the over-priced prosecco chosen by the shareholders aren't ones you particularly want to recall.

“Continue.”

“Well for some unknown reason my boss has decided he wants to drag me along to suffer with him.” Would a pair of jeans and a nice top do, maybe? You consider the sequined top dangling in front of you for less than a second before shaking your head and skipping past it, delving into the more formal section of your closet where some of the few dresses you own hang.

“Like a date?” Tae sounds far too pleased at the idea for your liking, and you roll your eyes at the burgundy monstrosity that's just fallen from it's hanger to crumple on the floor at your feet.

“As if,” you scoff as you neglect to pick it up. You, dating Seokjin? You wish.

“There's bound to be plenty of eligible bachelors there though, right? Some men with which to mingle?”

Oh god, why didn’t you think to sort your outfit out sooner when you still had the time? There’s nothing… literally nothing. You're doomed. Doomed, doomed, doomed. “Stop,” Taehyung suddenly speaks up, gesticulating wildly, “Go back - the lilac.”

“This one? The turquoise one?” you chuckle as you pull the full length halter neck from the closet, its hem dragging the carpet, and Taehyung huffs at your gently teasing tone. Being totally colourblind is definitely one of his least favourite canine traits, but you can't deny that he has good taste.

You’d almost forgotten that you’d ever bought such a beautiful dress as this - although, you’d think that the pain of spending a whole months pay cheque in one fell swipe of your debit card would be something that’d stay with you. It’s never been worn, either, just brought home and hidden away at the back of your closet after you’d regretfully deemed it far too glamorous for the likes of you yet had been unable to force yourself into taking it back.

“Anyway,” you sigh, smoothing out a crease in the fabric with a brush of your hand, “Why are so obsessed with getting me paired me off?” You wander off into the bathroom to change and pay no mind to the carefree shrug of Taehyung's shoulders as you go, the volume of your voice rising in order to still be heard. “Remember that Yoongi guy you set me up with? The one who hissed at me when I accidently spilt his coffee?”

“Who doesn’t get a little grumpy now and then?!” Tae shouts from the other side of the door whilst you're wriggling into your underwear - a fancy powder blue set that you save solely for special occasions. Somehow wearing pretty lingerie always helps you feel just that little bit more confident on the inside, even though no one but you knows you’re wearing it.

“Then there was that hedgehog guy who ended up curling into a ball every time he tried to kiss me...”

“Joonie’s just shy!” Yeah, you'd kind of figured that one out for yourself. Every time it’d happened he wouldn’t come out for at least a good five minutes, and each time he did he’d be a stuttering, blushy mess behind his spectacles.

“And don't even get me started on Hope.”

“I told you he was a ferret before you agreed to meet him, what did you expect?!” You emerge from the bathroom with your dress fixed in place save the flapping of your halterneck straps, eyeing Taehyung with one eyebrow raised.

“I've met rodent hybrids before, Tae, and he was a whole different breed.” You turn on the spot clasping the soft cotton to your bust, knowing that he'll come to your aid even without your asking. “He was like… a critter on crack.”

“Oh c’mon,” Taehyung laughs whilst he ties the straps into a neat bow with his long, delicate fingers, “That’s a little harsh.”

“Harsh, maybe, but that doesn’t make it any less true.” Granting him a generous smile, you make your way over to the full length mirror that stands neglected in the corner of your room and take a bracing breath, your good mood slipping the moment you get there. Truth be told you usually try to avoid looking at yourself wherever possible, and the fine layer of dust covering your mirror’s surface seems to convey the aversion you feel at your own reflection.

Tonight, however, self-critique seems a necessarily evil, and its with tightly pressed lips that you take in every inch of your appearance, aware that Taehyung is watching you closely. He knows just as well as anyone how much of a hard time you give yourself over things like this.

It’s certainly not the worst thing you’ve ever seen yourself in. It’s unfortunate that the halter straps seem to draw attention to the broadness of your shoulders, but you suppose you should at least be grateful that the length is generous enough to still hang below your ankles. Part of the reason you tend to shy away from dresses in the first place is that they always seem to be at least 3 inches too short for you; calf length becomes knee length, knee length to thigh length and thigh length to… well… something far too indecent to wear out of the house.

It’ll do. It has to. It’s not like you’ve got anything else.

“Fine then,” Taehyung announces huffily, interrupting your ongoing mental monologue of self-criticism, “You’re on your own from now on - you can go along tonight and find someone all by yourself, seeing as I’m such a poor matchmaker.”

You turn from the mirror with a weak smile and a slight quiver of your chin, and when your friend realises how vulnerable you’ve suddenly become his expression instantly softens, puppy ears folding down at the tip in sympathy.

“Honestly Tae,” you sniff as he takes you in his arms and gives a very gentle, tentative lick of your cheek. You’ll never forget the way you squealed the first time he’d ever done that, horrified by the wet strip of saliva he’d left upon your face, but now you take it for the comfort that it’s meant to be and lean your head on his, careful to avoid his ears. “I’ll just be glad if I can make it through tonight without facing total humiliation, never mind a date.”

Thankfully, Taehyung has managed to cheer you up a little by the time your ride actually does arrive just a little over half an hour later on.

It’s impossible to stay miserable around your hybrid friend for very long - not when you’ve got such boundless canine energy to contend with - and Taehyung’s dogged insistence in shoving his head in your lap for scratches behind his ears had turned out to be a very good idea despite it having cut into your much needed preparation time. Turns out that running your fingers through his soft, glossy brown locks is just as relaxing for you as it is for for him, and thanks to that affectionate little interlude between the two of you you’re in a far better state of mind than you were before as you leave your apartment with Taehyung in toe, locking the door behind you.

His ears pin back a little as he wishes you a forlorn goodbye, but the soft sway of his fluffy tail behind him reassures you that he’ll be fine on his own. He was for years before your arrival here, after all.

The smartly dressed man who’d knocked at your door some minutes ago to summon you downstairs is now stood to the side of a gleaming black car parked neatly alongside the curb, and it’s with a dip of his torso that he opens then holds the rear passenger door in an invitation for you to climb inside. Embarrassed by the formality of it all, you mutter a thank you as you place your bottom on the slippery leather and swing your legs inside, trying not to wrinkle your skirt.

You’re not used to this kind of treatment. You’ve always taken buses, not chauffeur driven cars, and being referred to as ‘m’am’ is a bizarre occurrence you’re not likely to feel comfortable about any time soon. This is all very foreign; the atmospheric lighting, the new car smell. Even the -

“Oh!” You immediately want to slap yourself in the face for allowing yourself to sound so surprised when you abruptly become aware of Seokjin’s accompanying presence within the car. In the dimness of the back seat you’d neglected to notice him sat merely a metre away on your arrival, his body twisted towards you, back pressed against the opposite car door, and it’s with a nervous swallow that you take in the way his long legs are so casually spread, the black material of his dress pants pulling tight across his crotch.

“Good evening Mr Kim,” you manage to choke out, dragging your wandering eyes upward to his face whilst a blush rages on your own - though it’s hardly an improvement from where you were staring just a moment before. The unnatural glow that comes from Seokjin’s feline eyes as they travel the length of you up and down leaves you feeling just as flustered - just as exposed under his appraising gaze.

He passes no comment neither positive or negative when they eventually settle on your face, and you can’t decide if that’s a good thing or bad. Blinking when the engine starts, his full mouth curves into an easy smile whilst the end of his tail taps against the seat that separates the two of you, a distracting ‘thump, thump, thump’ that’s a far more sedate rhythm than the frantic beating of your heart.

“Just call me Jin tonight, please,” he asks of you once he finally speaks, his voice as smooth and melodic as always. “There’s no need for us to be so formal outside of office walls.” You nod obligingly, too eagerly, and the inquisitive eyebrow he cocks at you turns his expression into something so roguishly charming that you actually have to look away for just a second in order to collect yourself, turning your face to the window as you order body to calm the hell down.

He’s just a man, for god’s sake. Just a good looking, sophisticated, intelligent, altruistic man whose genes are mixed with that of a predator that’s as majestic as it is deadly. A man that’s sat right across from you smelling like some sort of heaven and oh god you’re so fucking fucked.

“I - uh -” You desperately grapple for some semblance of conversation, one of your restless hands tucking the hair you’d spent so long curling into gentle waves behind an ear. “I like your shirt,” you blurt out when he turns his head to face you, currently in the process of retrieving a black, opaque bottle from inside an inconspicuous minibar that’s been built right into the partition that separates the two of you from the driver up front. “It suits you.” Sure, you might be grasping at straws, but that doesn’t mean the sentiment of your words is in any way disingenuine.

There aren’t many men who could pull of a bright pink shirt but Jin is clearly one of them; the colour compliments his smooth, honeyed skin perfectly and turns his otherwise entirely black ensemble into something undeniably eye-catching. There won’t be a single eye that doesn’t turn his way when he walks into the room tonight, you’re sure of it.

Pleased by your compliment, Jin smiles as he straightens up and places what you presume must be champagne between his thighs, freeing up both of steady hands to remove the cork with a satisfying ‘pop’. You jump, and he laughs gleefully.

“Thank you. It’s one of my favourites,” he tells you whilst the remnants of his amusement are still fresh on his face and in the tone of his voice. Jin retrieves a glass, too, and slots it into your hand, filling the delicate flute with sweet smelling bubbles before you can refuse. He serves it with such a flourish that you know it must be something he does often, managing not to spill a drop even when the car momentarily lurches.

You expect him to pour himself a glass too, but Jin merely places the bottle back in the fridge and then leans back in his seat, seemingly content to watch you take a meagre sip from yours, his hands folded in his lap. It’s as sweet as it smells, and though you don’t usually enjoy champagne you can certainly make an exception for this one. It’s delicious.

“That dress,” Jin begins, and you feel your stomach tense in anticipation of what he’s going to say. Does he not like it? Is it not dressy enough? Too much? “The colour really brings out your eyes. Beautiful.”

“T-Thanks,” you blush, glancing down into your glass as your mind races to work out what exactly it is that your employer is referring to as beautiful; your dress, your eyes… you? Frankly you’ll take any available option - each is more than you could’ve ever have hoped for.

“You’re welcome.” Jin’s gaze follows the delicate flute in your hand as your raise it to your lips and then lets it linger there thereafter for a just a beat too long.

“Are you not having some?” Jin shakes his head where it’d been slightly tilted to the side, jet black bangs falling waywardly across his forehead before he smoothes them back into place.

“I prefer to keep a clear head for these sorts of things.”

“That sounds smart,” you agree, yet you still go ahead take another sip of champagne directly afterward. You’re not sure you’ll be able to cope with tonight’s inevitable rollercoaster of emotions without some sort of alcoholic lubrication to ease its passing.

“I’m a smart man,” he smiles humorously, one ear flicking and rotating to the side, and when he notices you watching the movement his smile broadens, expression turning playful. “A clever cat.” Trying to withhold your giggling by pressing the back of your hand to your mouth proves an utterly fruitless attempt but Jin doesn’t seem to mind, observing you as they spill forth with a fond look that you entirely miss.

He says nothing more after that, lapsing into silence for the remainder of the journey once your chuckles die down enough for you to slowly sup your drink, and it takes you by surprise, how comfortable it feels to sit side by side with him like this, employer and employee. It isn’t until right before you arrive at the venue that Jin makes you very nearly choke on your last mouthful of champagne, his tail vibrating with pleasure when you snort with laughter in response to the impromptu rendition of the ��pink panther’ theme tune that he hums from between his lips. It’s embarrassing to have him see you this way; red in the face and shuddering with the force of your amusement, yet when Jin starts to laugh too - a full-bodied, joyous sound that only serves to make your sides ache all the more - you can’t find it within you to care.

Perhaps you might be in for a better night that you’d first thought.

For the most part, you prediction proves to be right.

Sure, there were more stares than you would’ve liked when you’d entered the hall with one of Jin’s warm hands planted squarely in the small of your back, but the reassuring circling of his fingertips through the thin fabric your dress had been enough to push back most of the anxieties that’d plagued you - long enough for you to get your hands on second glass of wine, anyway. You’re infinitely grateful that you’d followed Jin’s suggestion of reading up on the latest in’s and out’s in of governmental policy in advance. Having just that little bit of extra knowledge to drop in amongst conversation has saved your ass more times than you can count throughout the duration of the night, and has converted the sceptical looks of those who are far too well-to-do to class as your peers into friendly smiles, firm handshakes and one seemingly sincere invitation to lunch with a gaggle of women you never would’ve dreamed of rubbing shoulders with before.

Not that you’re intending to take them up on their offer, of course, but still. It’s nice to know you have options.

With every new person that you meet and somehow manage to charm, you swear that you can see a gleam of something that looks a little bit like pride shining in Jin’s eyes - each little bit of praise or approval they bestow on you seeming as much of a pleasure for him to hear as is it for you. You dismiss his subtle glances at first, convincing yourself that the warmth you feel in his gaze is simply a figment your imagination, but it seems to keep on happening, and the more it does the easier it is for you to start to believe that each little press of his fingertips to your shoulder or your waist must carry some secret, hidden meaning for just the two of you to share.

“Where’ve you been hiding this one away, Seokjin?” the primped and polished woman stood to your right to you enquiries during the next lull in conversation, her many rings glinting under the opulent ceiling lights. She peers at him past the rim of her tipped glass with her round, owl eyes, a sickly sweet smile on her lips, “I’d thought I would’ve heard if you’d have finally found a mate!” Your face flushes immediately on hearing her presumption, the blood in your veins burning all the hotter when you take in the way Jin baulks, blinking rapidly. Clearly you've been misreading him all night if this is how strongly he reacts to her innocent mistake, and it hurts more than you care to admit.

“Oh, no,” you interject quickly, and all eyes turn from Jin to you, “I'm not - we're not - I'm just his secretary. No one important.” You catch Jin frowning in your peripheral vision as the woman nods in understanding, serving you a simpering smile. He must be irritated that she'd even made the presumption in the first place. How ridiculous of her.

“In that case!” She steps towards Jin,planting herself right between the two of you and effectively dismissing you from the conversation so abruptly that you find yourself scowling at the back of her stupidly permed head, infuriated by her rudeness. “Let me introduce you to this darling girl I know. Her father is one of the up and coming names in interspecies relations and I just know you'd make such a perfect match!” Before either of you know what's happening the woman is tugging on Jin’s arm to lead him away, nails like talons digging into the fine tailoring. He twists slightly in her grasp to be able to look back at you, full lips parted in an expression of mild alarm and about to speak when you shrug and smile wryly.

“I'll catch up with you in a bit,” you assure him, trying to put on a brave face. It's not as if he's under any obligation to stay right next to you for the entirety of the night, after all, as much as you wish that he would. Jin nods just once, decisively, his ears turned toward the woman who's starting to look appear ruffled by your boss’ unwillingness to be led away.

“Don't go far, ok? I won't be long.” Obediently, you return his nod, and Jin flashes you a smile before finally turning away and cupping his captors elbow in his palm and leaving with her, disappearing into the crowd and leaving you on your own.

Scanning the room, the rim of your glass pressed to your bottom lip, you try to discern how best to proceed. You could try to mingle, maybe chat some more with the party goers you’ve already met so far. Networking is probably a good idea - the smart move - but without Jin stood beside you as a safety net you can't quite bring yourself to do it.

Instead, you end up loitering by the buffet table as you so often used to do during the social events of your youth, intent on finding out whether you should have indeed chosen the bruschetta over the salmon mousse as Taehyung had so vehemently insisted you should.

It's with great pleasure that you discover that your judgement had proven to be correct; the mousse is light, fresh, and not overly fishy. Still, you suppose the various feline hybrids in the room would enjoy it even it was. Even more so, perhaps.

“-that the girl who arrived with Kim Seokjin?”

Your ears prick up whilst you're busy leaning over the impressive spread laid before you, helping yourself to a delicate paper cone full of fries, and realising they must be talking about you, you subtly glance over to see two young women stood together further down the buffet table, one of whom is most definitely looking in your direction.

“Think so.” There's a pause, then, and for a second you think they're done before the other pipes up again, bemusement in her tone.

“She's pitching a little out of her league, isn't she?” You hold back a snort by shoving a fry into your mouth, turning to face away from the women to look about the room but keeping your ears firmly tuned in to the conversation.

They're not wrong, to be fair; you've thought it yourself a million times, sat at your desk, staring at his office door. Seokjin is, and always will be, well out of your reach.

It's just a plain and simple fact, so you can't really begrudge them for thinking the same.

Your eyes rove the room, searching for him, but wherever your employer is it's somewhere out of your sight. There's been a good turn out tonight, and you're grateful for it. The more connections Seokjin makes the louder and more influential his voice will be when it comes to making a difference and pushing for change. He'll be pleased that so many came.

“What do you think she is?” You only just catch the woman's voice over the ambient music this time around, pitched low and conspiratively. “A giraffe?”

The corners of your mouth curl in a smile of understanding - they're wondering if you're some sort of hybrid. How original of them to pick up on your above average height.

“Nah she'd have the funny little horns,” one of them murmurs back, and it's almost as though you can feel her eyes running over your profile, searching for some sort of hint as to what species you might belong to.

Why the hell did you decide to wear heels tonight? You should've known it'd probably make you tallest woman in the room, only a bare inch or two smaller than even Jin.

“Anyway, aren't giraffes pretty skinny? She's got to be something fatter than that.”

Ouch, now that hurt. Your guts lurch unpleasantly at the sound on their tittering laughter, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes when you hear the words ‘elephant’ and ‘hippopotamus’ being thrown around. You discard your half-eaten cone of fries back so abruptly onto the buffet table that they spill, haphazard across the white table cloth, your appetite well and truly destroyed. Try as you may, you can't fight the shamefaced blush you can feel creeping upward onto your face from the neckline of your dress.

“Oh god, what if she's not even a hybrid at all?” one woman laughs cruelly, barely even bothering to lower her voice anymore, “What if that's all her?”

God, why did you ever agree to come to this? Why did you think for even a second that you'd belong anywhere amongst these perfect, pretty half-humans? How much of an idiot could you have been?

As the harshness of their snickers permeate your ears, you can take it no longer. Impulsively, you rip your shoes from your feet to place your soles on the polished parquet flooring and then begin your brisk exit, searching for Jin along the way and all the while fighting back the tears that constantly threaten.

Every instinct in you tells you just to walk straight out, to flee with your non-existent tail between your legs, but your loyalty to Jin makes you unwilling to leave without at least making your excuses - whatever you end up lying that they are.

When you finally spot him from across the crowded room, you really wish you hadn't been so bothered.

He's stood at the bar, deeply engaged in conversation with another hybrid; a female, feline hybrid. She's stunning - slender as a matchstick with a bone structure that you can only dream of, the tips of her pointed little ears just visible poking through the long brown waves of hair that reaches down to her behind. From a carefully placed slit in her shimmering golden dress a graceful tail emerges, an appendage that's currently busying itself with playful curling its way around Jin’s, whilst she herself touches and fawns over his arm, batting her eyelashes prettily.

They look perfectly matched, yellowey eyes fixed upon one another, and all of a sudden you can no long hold back the tears. She's not over-reaching, she's not aiming too high by flirting with your beloved employer - not like you.

Why did he invite you here? What was he hoping to prove? Was it just some display of hybrid-human solidarity to make him look good? Perhaps that's why he asked you; you were the most desperate, pathetic looking human to hand.

How cruel he's been tonight, with all his little touches and smiles, all the little looks that'd made your hopes soar so high. How could he do that; call you beautiful? Didn't he know how much that would mean?

A sob escapes you involuntarily, and even from across the room you see Jin’s ears swivel in your direction at the sound, his eyes landing on you just as you're pressing a palm to your mouth to keep any further sounds in. When he sees the tears streaking down your face he immediately frowns, his eyebrows furrowing, and it's with horror that you watch him turn away from the woman he's speaking to with no explanation before he starts to make towards you, parting the bodies that block his path effortlessly.

What are you supposed to say to him? What excuses are you supposed to give as to why you're a sodden, blubbering mess? You're insecure, you're hurt, you're jealous. None of those things are appropriate to say - certainly not to your boss, not to him - so you opt for flight instead of fight, heading towards the exit paying very little mind to the people around you who've begun to stare.

They've had a good laugh at you tonight anyway. Why not give them one more?

You hear him call your name but your bare feet don't stop, slapping noisily against the floor in your haste, and you've almost reached the exit when suddenly a firm hand takes a hold of your arm and drags you to a halt, spinning you to face them.

Jin repeats your name again, gentler this time, his eyes full of concern as he assess the state you've gotten yourself in.

“You're leaving?” You shrug your shoulders limply and sniff to try keep your nose from running, heels banging against the side of your thigh. It's too hard to look at him right now; you feel so stupid and ashamed. “Why’re you so upset?” Again you decline to reply, nibbling on your bottom lip with your chin hung low until Jin takes a firm hold of it, lifting your gaze with his thumb and forefinger until you have no choice but to look straight into his eyes.

He regards you for a moment, ears flicking restlessly as he takes in your glassy eyes and miserable expression, and then finally the heels that you hold in one hand, dangling at your side.

“Love,” he says softly, still holding onto your chin, “Put your shoes back on.” You blink stupidly, taken completely off guard by his use of such a term of endearment.

“W-what?” Jin glances down at your shoes meaningfully, a small smile curling one corner of his lips.

“Put your shoes. Back. On.” He repeats it slowly, announciating every syllable, and you'd swear he was asking you to take off your clothes by the way your mid-section suddenly fills with heat, your tears ceasing with an alarming suddenness.

You blink, nodding your head as far as his grasp permits before he lets go, allowing you to bed and slip your heels back on foot by foot. When you straighten again you're instantly three inches taller, yet you feel smaller than ever on the inside as you meet Jin’s eyes and find his expression to be utterly unreadable.

“Come with me,” he utters after a moment, before turning on the spot and striding off without another word, already certain that you'll follow.

You do, of course.

You've no idea where he's leading you, but it isn't far. Back through the entrance hall that's mostly deserted, Jin then silently veers off to the right to a door that lies just beyond the stairs, and as soon as he's pulled it open he's caught onto you by the elbow and dragging you inside so unexpectedly that you almost stumble - right into a line of coats.

He pulls the door shut behind him, plunging you both into darkness, and you feel your heart rate begin to rise at the uncertainty of the situation you've suddenly found yourself falling into. You hear his smart, pointed shoes click on the floor as he turns to face you, but that's the only other sound you hear save the growingly laboured nature of your breaths.

His eyes open, and for a second the only light you see is the glow of them, yellow reflected beautifully back at you until there's the click of a light switch and the space in which he's enclosed the two of you becomes illuminated. More than a cupboard but not quite a room, if you arms were just a bit longer you could probably touch each side, and in it hangs the various coats, scarves and umbrellas of all the guests elsewhere who'd arrived so suitably dressed for the god-awful weather you've been having.

“Talk to me,” he commands softly once your eyes have finished darting around the room to fall when they land on him, “Tell me what's happened, and maybe I can help.”

Jin must sense your temporary unease with the situation because he makes no effort to come any closer to you, slipping his hands into his pants pockets as he regards you where you remain braced against the wall of coats, eyeing him.

“I'm just being stupid.” Of course, your immediate defence is self-depreciation, as always.

“I don't believe that.” A small smile appears on Jin's face as he tilts his head slightly. “Clumsy, maybe. Messy? Most definitely. But stupid?” A frown replaces the momentary fondness that'd graced his expression. “Never.”

Your mouth flounders for a moment, totally at a loss for anything you could say that won't serve to embarrass you further, and when you come up with nothing you simply sigh, running your fingers back through your hair.

“I just…” Another sigh, and when you look up Jin is just watching you expectantly, waiting for you to continue, tail swishing gently behind him. “Some women were making fun of me. Two hybrids. They were trying to work out if I was more elephant or giraffe or if maybe I'm just… just... “ You gesture up and down yourself with a grimace. “This.”

Jin continues to listen quietly whilst you dissolve into a rant, the volume and pitch of your voice rising as you go. “I already obsess enough about being too broad, too tall. I'm not petite and pretty like that other girl, nothing like her, and I never will be.”

Jin remains silent for a moment when you finally run out of words, and god, you wish he’d give you just some kind of clue as to what he’s thinking. Unfortunately, Jin’s face is as handsome and impassive as always, and as the seconds tick by you start to scold yourself more and more for allowing your mouth to get so carried away.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Jin eventually starts, tongue wetting his bottom lip, “I’d say you sound a little jealous.”

Are you really so easy to read? You should’ve known he’d see right through you with those shrewd eyes.

Your mouth opens to reply, but before you can Jin takes a step forward and speaks over you, tilting his head to the side as he looks up and down.

“Love, you have no reason to be.” Another step towards you, and this time you take an involuntary step back, sinking back into the coats as you look up at him with trepidation. Jin approaches you as a predator would stalk its prey, his eyes heavy lidded, long, black tail sweeping slowly from side to side behind him, curled tip gently sweeping the floor. “I meant it when I told you were beautiful.”

As Jin comes to stand directly in front of you, looking down the finely sculpted bridge of his nose and into your eyes, it feels as though the very air around you is thickening; so full of tension that it’s difficult to breathe, your chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow little breaths that hitch when he cautiously reaches out to touch you, running the back of one long finger down your cheek.

“Y-you did?” you ask breathlessly, leaning into the palm that comes to cradle your cheek as he nods, thumb running the width of your bottom lip from one side to the other, “That’s… good to know.”

‘That’s good to know’? Really? Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at your own lameness, but you can’t find the heart to be too hard on yourself. How is anyone supposed to string a sentence together with someone as handsome and enigmatic as Jin stood right before them, his eyes dark with hunger?

“And why’s that?” A teasing smirk appears on Jin’s face as he continues to caress you, and you feel your stomach clench with nerves when you realise that he actually wishes for you to answer.

It’s now or never, you suppose.

“I… uh…” It’s too hard to look at him while you say this so you drop your eyes to look at the rounded tips of your patent shoes and take a deep breath, forcing the words past your lips before you have chance to back out. “I’ve been harbouring a bit of a crush on you… for quite some time.” Jin softly laughs, pinching the cheek he’s been holding and making the heat blazing in it burn even hotter.

“I know.” You sharply look up. “You may be beautiful, and smart, and articulate.” He pauses, smiling broadly, “Most days.” Jin’s smile beams all the more brightly when you laugh at yourself, glancing away for just a second before your eyes are inevitably drawn to him again. “But you’re not the most subtle.”

“I’m not?”

“You tend to stare.” You can’t help but laugh at yourself again, embarrassed at how obvious you’ve been but Jin’s tenderness filling you with so much happiness that you’re unable to care. “Not that I can blame you. Who wouldn’t?” Jin chuckles at his own narcissism, but you don’t begrudge him for having a healthy ego. If you were him, you’d be confident too. He’s gorgeous - too gorgeous for you - no matter what he might say.

Another moment passes, and as the two of you continue to look into each others eyes the playful atmosphere begins to fade, the smiles slipping from your faces. Jin’s hand descends from your jaw to the column of your throat as he regards you quietly, and when you shiver at the feel of his fingertips grazing your sensitive skin his pupils visibly dilate, his gaze darting downward to fixate on your lips.

There’s a little voice in the back of your head that keeps nagging at you that this is likely a very bad idea. If the two of you go down this road there’ll be no turning back - at least not for you - and you know there’s probably a good reason behind the saying that you should never dip your pen in the office ink. What if things become awkward between the two of you after this? What if it gets so bad that you lose your job?

Jin’s nose brushes yours as he leans in to bring your lips into contact, and suddenly all those worries melt away much as your body does against his when he closes any remaining space left between you, curling his free arm around your waist.

His kiss is tentative at first; a soft, exploratory meeting of your mouths that soon escalates into something harder and more urgent when your fingers find their way into the front of his shirt, twisted in the fabric to pull him even closer. You eagerly grant his tongue entry at the very first press of the muscle to your lips, and Jin devours you like a man that’s been starving for the taste of you, pressing your harder amongst the coats when you moan into him, his body flush to yours.

A brush of something unfamiliar against your leg startles you, jerking you out of the kiss you'd been enjoying so much to look down in alarm as Jin huffs a breathy chuckle against your temple. All it is is his tail, gently brushing up and down the only part of you it's flexible enough to reach, and it's with a smile that you watch as the end of it curls possessively around your ankle, disappearing under the long hem of your dress.

He flashes you a charming smile, but before you have time to smile back Jin is planting his mouth over yours and hiding it beneath his own. A roaming hand slides down from where it'd rested on your throat to drift tantalisingly over the swell of your breast, and when your body tellingly presses forward into his palm, Jin begins to knead and grope and squeeze through the fabric, fixing your bottom lip between his teeth when they part in a breathy moan.

Pleased by how eagerly your body responds to him, Jin's other hand takes a firm and generous handful of your behind, squeezing it so hard as his hips surge forward into yours that if you weren't so distracted by the movement of his pelvis that you might've gasped in pain.

Disentangling yourself from his wicked tongue, you try to cling onto the thin sliver of sanity you have left that's telling you that this is hardly the time or the place for Jin to be tugging on the fabric of your skirt, bunching it his fist, raising the hem off the ground higher and higher. The withholding of your lips does nothing to deter him; if not your mouth then he still has plenty of other places to kiss. Greedily, he presses his lips to every inch of skin he can find, lapping up the taste of you.

“M-mr Kim,” you plea, releasing handfuls of pink shirt to place your palms flat against his firm chest. If you were more resolute in your will you'd try to push him back, but as it is it's hard enough to keep yourself from grabbing onto him further, your head tipping back against the wall as the tip of his tongue dips into the shallow dent at the base of your neck. “Jin…”

“Hmm?” he muses curiously, nose nuzzling into you whilst his mouth travels across the tops of your breasts, his eyes closed.

“We-we-" The sudden feel of his erection pressing into your lower abdomen momentarily stalls your thoughts. “Not here. We shouldn't.” His eyelids peel back to look up at you before he slowly straightens back to full height, still holding onto the bunches of your dress. He hooks it up higher as he speaks to you, a dark, lustful look in his eyes as he purrs your name.

“You've waited long enough for someone to show you how beautiful you are,” he tells you, leaning forward to press his forehead on yours. By now he's gathered your dress up in a ball of creases to sit where his hand is rested at your hip, exposing the length of your legs to the eyes he runs over you, and when they linger at the tops of your thighs you know he's visually devouring the patch of slick that's darkened the baby blue of your underwear to navy. “I won't wait a second longer.”

Your last ounce of resolve vanishes as you watch him trace his bottom lip with his tongue. Hands trembling, you slide both of them into the back of his dark tresses, and when he feels your fingernails dragging at his scalp Jin seizes your mouth with a feral growl.

“Take these off for me,” he orders lowly, words smothered by your lips as his free hand snaps at the waistband of your underwear. You do as he says, tugging at them with one hand as you wriggle to encourage the sodden material down your legs, and Jin smiles into your kiss when he feels you wobble in your heels, stepping out of your underwear one foot at a time.

“The door,” you murmur, and Jin grunts in response. When he'd first tugged you in here you'd noticed it didn't have a lock, and whilst you were glad of it to begin with, now you're rather wishing it did. “S-someone could walk in…”

His movements coloured rough and urgent with desire, Jin plucks you by the hips from amongst the coats and turns you around on the spot before then walking you briskly backward until your back slams into contact with the door, your tongues tangled together throughout. He pushes his groin against yours with a circle of his hips, showing complete disregard to the likely smear your dripping arousal may leave on his smart suit pants, and when your fingers inadvertently find the roots of his ears in amongst his hair, scratching behind them, he wrenches his mouth from yours to let out a stilted, needful moan that has your core clenching with unadulterated desire.

He wrenches your fingers from his hair with his one unoccupied hand and pins your wrist to the door, palms flat, the dangerous look in his eyes making you simultaneously do the same with the other even without his command.

“You better not move, then.” You nod, breath bated as he steps back ever so slightly and then abruptly sinks to his knees at your feet, his gaze fixing hungrily on the glistening sheen that covers the tops of your thighs. “Open up for me, love.” Swallowing back the nerves that are turning your stomach topsy-turvy, you gingerly shift your feet further apart, encouraged by the firm hand Jin has placed against your inner thigh, gradually sliding upward to the spot you're aching for him most. “That's a good girl.”

You blush profusely at his praise, biting your lip as you watch the way he so thoroughly examines your core before sliding an exploratory finger through your folds, collecting up all your sweet nectar and then depositing it straight into his mouth.

You're transfixed, panting with excitement as you watch him lick up every drip, more kitten than panther, his tail shuddering with pleasure at the flavour of you coating his tongue.

“You're just as delicious as I thought,” he muses up at you before delving between your legs with no prior warning, yearning for a better taste, his fabric filled fist keeping your hip pressed firmly to the door as you let out a high-pitched yelp, body jolting.

His pouty lips locate your clitoris with startling accuracy, his nose pressed to the mound of your pubis as they wrap around the hard little nub and he begins to suck fiercely at it, flicking with the tip of his tongue till your hips are twisting uselessly under the press of his hand, your head thrown back against the door, fingers twitching with the want to tangle in his hair and drag him even further in.

“Oh god,” you moan through clenching teeth, your pelvis rocking forward, pleasure flooding through your core and making your legs begin to quake. The sinful noises he's making between your legs, the way in which he eats from you as though you're his very first and last meal; it's all too much, and when he presses a finger inside your velvety walls they contract greedily around the intrusion, craving more and more and more.

He pumps it in and out of you, waiting till you're mewling and whimpering before adding to the stretch with a second probing finger, his tongue lapping messily at your clit. When he begins to curl those two fingers inside you - seeking out the rough bundle of nerves that have you crying out on its discovery - it takes barely any time for him to bring you to your high.

Pleasure wrecking your body is a series of shudders and shakes, you release your orgasm onto his face, a fresh gush of wetness coating his lips and his chin so that they shine when he tilts them up to look at you, smiling with satisfaction.

Jin wipes his mouth as he rises to his feet, and you can only watch with rapidly rising and falling chest as the gorgeous man in front of you slowly removes his jacket. With no sense of urgency at all he turns to hang it nearly amongst the other coats, and when he turns back towards you he's in the process of rolling up each of his sleeves to reveal strong, caramel coloured forearms.

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he tells softly you as he comes back towards you, a very obvious bulge to the crotch of his pants that he briefly runs his palm across, his dark bangs hanging in front of his eyes. “But I bet you'll look even prettier doing it on my cock.”

Jin’s words make you groan past your bitten lips, a fresh wave of want washing over you regardless of your freshly fucked out state. You want him, you want more, and you want it now.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself for any longer, you make a grab for his shirt. Hastily, you untuck it from his pants whilst Jin smiles on, amused by the needy way in which you grab and pull at him. He lets you unbutton almost all of his shirt, too, enough to let it hang open for you to begin to placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across his flawlessly smooth chest whilst your hands are tugging at his belt.

“So eager for me, aren't you love?” he chuckles, running a hand through your hair, but you're long past the point of blushing now. You wipe the smirk of his face with a hard and passionate kiss as your hand sneaks under the waistband of both his boxers and his pants, swelling with pride at the way he grunts out a moan into your kiss when you wrap your palm around the girthy length you find hidden inside.

You stroke him keenly within the confines of his boxers, pre-cum smearing on your fingers as he once again slams you back against the door with a renewed fervour.

God forbid anyone be standing right outside; they'd easily be able to discern what was going on.

“You want it that bad, huh?” he hisses when you squeeze him firmly, rolling your hips against his. “Fuck.” Jin snatches your hand out of his boxers with his sharply uttered curse and then grabs a hold of your thigh, hooking it up and over his hip before shoving his pants and boxers down around his thighs, cock releasing to press directly against your mound whilst you grab at the magnificently wide breadth of his shoulders for support.

It's hot and it's heavy and it's so close to being inside that you're practically burning with the need for it, grinding yourself against him and mewling like some sort of cat yourself.

“You'll get it, love, don't you worry.” Jin releases your thigh knowing that you'll willingly keep it in place despite however it may ache, looking down as he takes his cock between thumb and forefinger to guide it between your legs, your core contracting with excitement when you feel the swollen head begin to nudge its way inside.

“O-oh fuck!” you curse at the momentary burn of the stretch as he breaches you with the entirety of his length with one strong, upward thrust, smacking into your cervix and then pausing there with a minute rocking of his hips whilst you both become accustomed to the intensity of having Jin's cock nestled so deeply inside you. “Oh god, Jin, fuck, you feel…” At a loss for words, your head flops forward to rest on his, both of your brows already covered in a thin coating of sweat. The kiss that Jin plants onto your lips is strangely chaste, yet the voice he speaks in following it most definitely is not; hoarse and full of barely contained desire.

“I haven't even gotten started yet, love.” Grabbing at your thigh and hitching it as high as he can, Jin slides out of you all the way to the tip and then thrusts back inside with a grunt of exertion and a banging of the door, and when you call out his name, fingernails digging into his shoulders, he does it again, and again, spearing you on his cock with a pace that gradually gains more and more speed til he's fucking into you so savagely that it's all you can do to hold on and try not to break apart.

“Do you know many times I've imagined sitting you on my lap in my office chair and having you bounce up and down on my cock? Or bending you over my desk and making you cum so hard you're begging me to stop?” Jin grunts through clenched teeth as he takes you like the half-animal he is, the feline points of his canines visible between his parted lips.

Not expecting a reply from you save the strangled moan you so willingly give, he continues,

“Do you really think I would chose a fucking house cat over you? You think I'd want someone like her carrying my legacy, my kittens? I would break her, my love - not like you.”

Convinced you've slipped into some sort of delirious fever dream, you let your eyes slip closed and Jin's words wash over you from where you've tucked your head at the curve of his neck, whimpering with pleasure as he enters you again and again, aiming for your g-spot and finding it almost every single time thanks to the angling of the position in which he holds you flush against him.

“She could never take my cock like this, love - fuck - not like you.” Jin lets go of your dress and it tumbles to hang around where you're joined, darkening with the juices of your lovemaking as his thumb makes contact with your clit, rubbing it in circles. Your blood aflame, your flushed skin prickling with ecstasy, you cry out for him, smothering it against his throat.

He's breathing hard now, struggling to keep up such a pace yet never does he falter.

“She could never nurture my young so beautifully as you.” Your pussy clenches hard around Jin’s cock at the thought of him wanting to claim you so completely as to impregnate you and fill you full of his seed, and when Jin feels he groans loudly, somehow growing even harder inside, stretching you even further.

“Fuck, you’d look so good all swollen up with my litter. Say the word, love, and I’ll breed you over and over and over.” He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust of his hips, rubbing even harder at your clit, and as he clamps his teeth into your neck in a savage bite of your flesh you very nearly lose your mind, dangling over the precipice of your orgasm and longing to fall.

“Oh god, Jin, please! Please do it, please!” you beg of him, grabbing with one hand at the back of his hair and tugging so hard that Jin detaches himself from your neck with a near-roar, his tail lashing wildly behind him.

“Yeah? You want me to cum in you? Want me to fill you full of my kittens?”

“Please, please!” It's an empty threat, though Jin might not know it. Your birth control would make pregnancy a near impossibility but the thought of it turns you on regardless, and as you continue to beg and plead for Jin to fill you full of his seed it seems to be doing the same for him.

“Cum for me again, love, cum with me,” he grunts as his rhythm becomes increasingly unsteady, sweat beading down his brow, “Milk it out of my cock - show me how much you want it.”

A well-aimed flick of his thumb against your clit and one more thrust inside, and you're cumming so hard that there's white flashing behind your eyes. You call out Jin's name as your core clenches around him over and over again to bring him to his undoing, and it's your name he groans out too as he spills out every drop of his essence inside of you, his head nestled in the space between your breasts. You can feel it leaking out, spilling down the inside of your thighs even as it keeps on coming pulse after pulse, Jin’s ears quivering as his whole body does the same, and you too are shaking as you cling to him, trying to catch your breath.

“Are you alright, love?” he asks softly as he stands to full height, placing your foot back on the floor as he very gently eases himself out of you. Body aching all over, you limply nod your head, still too high to properly formulate coherent reply.

Your dress falls immediately back into place as Jin steps back, and if it weren't for your swollen lips, the stains maring its front, and the glaringly obvious bite mark at the base of your neck, you might've actually been able to conceal what the two of you have been up to. Not that you particularly care; you'll happily wear his mark like a badge of honour, so smitten are you with the man who's stood in front of you carefully buttoning up his shirt, smiling.

“Satisfied?” Again, you nod, grieving the loss of the sight of his chest as its hidden away and Jin chuckles, tail flicking happily as he shucks his jacket back on, too, leaving his shirt untucked. Walking back over to you, he tenderly brushes your cheek with his thumb, briefly glancing at the mark on your neck he's left behind. “And do you believe me now, when I say that you're beautiful?”

Your lips twitch into a playful smile that Jin returns, and when you press your lips to his in a kiss that lingers you almost swear you can feel him purr, chest rumbling with contentedness.

“Will you take me home and try to convince me again if I say no?”

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