#stupid tablet

There was no need to respond, he knew you would come. You couldn’t resist his pleading. He could hear the soft ‘click’ once you hang up on him, the soft clacking of your heels against the marble floors until you reached his office door with a knock. “Come in.”

His lips curl up in a small smile when you entered, eyes instantly falling down to the end of your pencil skirt. “Y/n,” Your name left his lips in a breathy whisper, silently begging you closer.

Your chuckle sounded through the room, stepping closer almost painfully slow. “What did you think about this time, Jinnie?” Your voice had sultry undertone to it, grazing your nail along his jawline as soon as you were close enough. He groans at your touch, leaning back in his chair as he watched you, seating yourself on his desk.

The tip of your shoe barely grazes his crotch and he releases another shaky breath at the contact. It was amusing — seeing the great Kim Seokjin so weak at the simplest touches. “Did you think about me, hm?” Your words are mocking, watching his eyes flutter shut as his fingers wrap around your ankle — loose enough for you to pull away; he wasn’t in control.

His hips start grinding against the sole of your shoe, the thin heel just barely poking at his crotch. “You’re pathetic, Jinnie. What would your employees say if they saw you grinding against your assistant’s shoe, hm?”

Seokjin’s only response is a whine, his grip on your ankle tightens only the slightest and you pull back immediately. His eyes snap open as he realizes his mistake, “I—I’m sorry, y/n, please—”

“Quiet.” He shuts up instantly, clutching the arms of his chair tightly. And although he’s so, so desperate for any kind of friction, he knows better than to touch himself. “I bet they would laugh at you. The strong Kim Seokjin,” another chuckle leaves your lips, pulling his chair closer. “completely at my mercy.”

Your fingers gingerly pull your skirt up, bunching the fabric around your waist and his breath hitches when he sees your glistening cunt. You weren’t wearing any panties. His cock twitches at the sight, licking his lips as the faint scent of your arousal hits his nose.

“Put your mouth to good use, Seokjin.”

He instantly drops from his chair to his knees, hands spreading your thighs further apart. He trails soft kisses from your inner thighs to your core, plump lips wrapping around your clit, the tip of his tongue teasing against the little nub. His slender fingers brushing through your wet folds, coating the digits in your arousal before slipping them inside your dripping hole.

He’s rewarded with nothing more than a soft moan, your cunt squeezing his fingers, clit throbbing against his tongue. Seokjin knew just what to do to make you tremble under his touch, to make you cry his name if you allowed yourself to. He curls his fingers inside of you, sucking your clit into his mouth and grazing his teeth over the bundle of nerves expertly. “Jinnie..”

His tongue laps at your cunt greedily, fingertips brushing against that one spot that would make you cum. He was breathing through his nose, free hand curling around your waist to pull you closer to his mouth. His soft grunts are sending vibrations through your core, fingers fucking into you faster and faster, desperate to have you cumming for him.

He relishes in the way your cunt squeezes around his fingers, legs trembling at his sides and he knows you’re close. Your soft moans turn just a tad louder, though not enough to be heard through the closed door — waves of pleasure washing over you as your orgasm rips through your body.

Seokjin works you through it, pulling his fingers out and watching your juices dripping down his hand. “Clean it.” He doesn’t hesitate to do so, tongue brushing over his skin, a low groan sounding in the back of his throat. He fucking loved tasting you.

“You did so well, Jinnie. Such a good boy.”

His lips curl up in a smile at your praise, nose brushing against your thigh. “Thank you..” He can feel your fingers raking through his locks, soft sighs leaving his lips. “Do you want to fuck me, Jinnie?”

“Yes, please. Please—” He’s begging already, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Get back on your chair.”

Seokjin listened almost instantly, getting back on his feet and sitting down on his chair. His eyes are glued on your body as you slipped down from his desk. Hands working on his belt before pulling his pants and boxers down until they were pooling at his ankles. Your lips press against his, slipping on his lap, fingers wrapping around his length and guiding it to your entrance.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, sinking down on his length with a soft sigh. You’re seated on his lap, cock fit snugly inside of your tight cunt and he fucking loves it. His fingers curl around the curve of your waist, cock throbbing in need but he knows he can’t move.

“Mh, I love your cock, Jinnie. It’s so big..” You leaned in to press your lips against his neck, leaving bright red marks on his skin. “Fuck me, Jin. C’mon, make me scream for you.” He can’t hold back the groan at your words, grip finally tightening around your waist. He moves you slowly at first, until he has you bouncing up and down on his cock.

And it’s true. You love his cock so much — it’s not as thick as others you had before, but it’s long, more than the average length and with a pretty curve that hits just the right places to make you cum. But he was close too, cock throbbing inside of you. Your soft whines against his ears only make him harder, his moans turning almost pathetically high pitched. You know he’s close, clenching around his cock purposely. You cup his face in your hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks affectionately. “Make me cum first, Jinnie.”

In his office room, your words are law.

He licks the pads of his fingers, reaching down to pinch your clit between his fingers, cock pounding inside of your tight cunt. He was trying so hard for you, knowing you were most likely sensitive from your earlier orgasm.

His movements made you shiver, trembling in his grip. “Fuck—” Your hips twitched at his touch. “Fuck, Jinnie— I’m gonna cum—” Your voice gets cut off with a small moan, clinging onto his shoulders, legs trembling at his sides when you finally cum with a broken cry of his name. It’s enough to make him cum, but he holds back, knowing he didn’t get any permission to do so.

Your cunt’s squeezing him tightly, and his head rolls back with a pained grunt. “You’re such a good boy, Jinnie. I love you so much.” You leaned in to pepper his face in kisses, though he can see the smirk crawling on your lips. “Y/n—”

You shush him quietly, getting off his lap with a smirk. “Not today, Jinnie. And don’t you dare jerk off once I’m gone.” Jin whines at your words, but he knows better than to protest, watching as you pull your skirt back down and leave his office with a smile.

[new message from y/n]