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“Ji-eun, I need these on my desk by three in addition to the files I gave you yesterday.”
“Yes, of course, Sir.”
Jungkook looked over at the vacant desk next to Ji-eun’s, expecting a certain blonde to be there, “Where the hell is Kim?” he questions. Jungkook wasn’t a man who enjoyed waiting, especially since time was money.
“The restroom, sir.”
“Again? This is the third time this hour alone.” Jungkook grumbles, mostly to himself, as he grows more irritated at the empty desk. Look, he wasn’t a man who liked to pry into the personal business of his employees, especially matters like this, but when his top secretary wasn’t his usual self, he had to know why. “I’ll go check on him, see if he’s feeling well.” He sighs, putting the files on Taehyung’s desk while he goes off in search of his secretary.
Said secretary was busy in the bathroom tending to some private time with his lace panties stuffed in his mouth to stipple his moans while two of his fingers fucked rapidly in and out of his pussy. He didn’t know what the hell was up with him–one trip to the bathroom was all he needed to satiate himself but that didn’t do anything but make his skin itch and crawl more. Maybe it was from being too busy with work that had him like this.
With one leg propped on the toilet paper holder, Taehyung didn’t have a care in the world as he pleasured himself. He knew he had to cum quickly, he had wasted far too much time today while having loads of cases to work on. His toes curled in his red-bottom stilettos as he felt himself about to tip over the edge for what felt like the umpteenth time of the day, but never quite reaching completion.
Taehyung swallowed down his own moans while the fingers inside of him moved in sync with his digits swiping at his clit. He was so close, just a bit more–
“Kim? Are you doing alright in there?” His boss, Jungkook, inquired.
Taehyung pulled his panties from his mouth, the red fabric soaked from his drool. Somehow he managed a meek, “Y–Yes, sir…” while his fingers kept up their pace.
“Are you positive? I know it’s not my business, but if you’re not feeling well, you can go home for the rest of the day.
Taehyung’s chest heaved up and down, back arching slightly as felt the end nearing, “S–Sir, I promise, I–I’m fine.” he gasped, voice wavering with each word.
Jungkook arched his eyebrow, “You don’t sound too good.”
Taehyung can’t formulate a response as he cums, the sound of fluid splattering on the floor is unmistakable as he squirts, fingers flying across his clit as he rides out his orgasm in glee. A satisfied breath of relief leaves him as all the pent up sexual frustration was released in one orgasm.
“Clean yourself up and be in my office in five minutes. One second late and you’re fired.” Jungkook leaves without another word, bathroom door closing behind him. Taehyung quickly composed himself, slipping his panties back onto his sensitive groin. From Jungkook’s tone, it seemed like he wasn’t joking.
The secretary wobbled over to the supply closet to grab cleaning supplies, spraying down and wiping up his mess he created. Afterwards, he placed the wet floor sign in front of the stall before he quickly shuffled over to Jungkook’s office, heart pounding against his ribcage in anticipation.
“S–Sir?” He called as he knocked before entering. Jungkook’s back was turned to him, facing his large open windows that oozed sunlight.
The young CEO glanced at his watch before he turned his attention back to Taehyung, “Hm, seven more seconds and I would’ve had to fire my top secretary. Sit, Taehyung.”
Taehyung fixed his black pencil skirt before he took a seat in front of Jungkook’s desk. The ebony haired man took his own seat in his leather office chair. “Taehyung, are you confused as to what kind of establishment this is?”
Taehyung picked at his bright red nail polish, “No, Sir.” he answered.
“Tell me then, what kind of business am I running here?”
“A l–law firm, Sir.”
“Good, because for a second, I thought I was running a whore house. Care to explain that inappropriate behavior in the bathroom?” Jungkook hums, folding his hands over themselves. Taehyung squirms in his seat from having such powerful eyes on him. “Well? You should know by now that I am not a man that enjoys waiting.”
“I–I um…” Taehyung tries to find the right words, but he can't.
“Spit it out, Kim.”
Taehyung opened his mouth to try and say something, but no words came out. He was left with his mouth gaping open like a fish. He felt a little dumb in his boss’ prescence.
Jungkook crossed his arms over broad chest, “Since you’re having a bit of trouble, I’ll say it for you; ‘I, Kim Taehyung, was fucking myself in the bathroom.’ Now, repeat it.”
Taehyung swallows the lump in his throat, shifting in his seat as his core aches. Jungkook raises his eyebrow, as if to tell him to get on with it. “I–I, Kim T–Taehyung, was fucking m–myself in the bathroom…” He repeats obediently, hanging his head in shame. Best case scenario, he was fired and hit with an indecency lawsuit. Worst case scenario, he would get off with a slap on the wrist and be on unpaid leave for a bit.
He hoped it would be the first option. He wanted to crawl into a hole and rot.
Jungkook arose from his chair, rounding his desk to stand before Taehyung. There's a prominent bulge practically ready to burst out of his pants. Taehyung feels weak, so small as he looks up at Jungkook. The next sentence that leaves his lips have Taehyung short circuiting:
"Touch yourself."
Spit gets trapped in Taehyung quickly tightening throat, "W–What?"
"You heard me, I said touch yourself. Show me what you were doing in the bathroom."
“Sir, I–I don’t think t–that’s appropriate…”
Jungkook scoffs, “Appropriate? I think we’ve gone far past that point, Kim. Quickly now, I have a meeting in half an hour, I can’t really stand here and watch you gape like a stupid fish at me. Get on with it.” Still, Taehyung can’t will his muscles to move. They were stuck at his sides while he continued to stare up at Jungkook like a lost puppy.
The CEO rolls his eyes as he comes behind Taehyung, slapping his thighs to get him to spread his legs. Taehyung, for the first time during this whole ordeal, does as he’s directed. He opens his legs as wide as the chair allows him to, but it’s not enough as Jungkook puts his legs up on the arms of the chair. “That’s more like it. Since you’re clearly oblivious to what you were doing to yourself, I’m gonna have to do it for you.”
Jungkook palms the outside of Taehyung’s ruined lace panties, “Are you always this wet?” The question is a bit rhetorical, but Taehyung answers anyway:
“Only for you, Sir.” he replies with a shaky gasp, bucking up into the touch.
Jungkook smirks at his response, “I didn’t know I hired such a slut. I need to look into my employee’s background checks more thoroughly.” He pulls Taehyung’s panties to the side, making him shiver as his bare pussy was exposed to the air.
“Isn’t this what you were doing earlier?” he murmurs, dipping his middle finger into his hole to gather some slick before rubbing it onto his clit. “You were doing a bit more, weren’t you? You had some fingers in here, didn’t you?” Jungkook hums as he pushes two thick fingers that easily triumphed over Taehyung’s, making him moan in pleasure.
Taehyung’s hips gyrated against Jungkook’s fingers, chasing down the pleasurable sensation. His fingers curled up to hit at Taehyung’s g-spot, making him see stars. A lewd squelch quickly filled the room, the leather chair becoming soaked in Taehyung’s pussy juice. His toes curled as he quickly felt his end nearing.
All in an instant though, the mind numbing pleasure was snatched away from him, “Now that I’ve shown you what you were doing, continue.” Jungkook instructs as he pulls his fingers out of Taehyung’s sopping cunt, trail of his slick quickly following after the digits.
Taehyung shakes as he replaces Jungkook’s fingers with his own, easily slipping in two fingers. He moans, but quickly realizes it doesn’t feel the same as Jungkook’s fingers. He tears up quickly as he tries to pleasure himself, yet he can’t quite reach that spot in him that has him seeing stars.
Jungkook leans on his desk as he watches on, picking up on his secretary’s discomfort. “What’s the matter, hm? I thought you enjoyed doing things like this, you had no problem getting off in the bathroom afterall.” His lips upturn into a smirk as he watches Taehyung struggle to pleasure himself.
Taehyung sniffles, “You just c–can’t do that t–to me and expect it to f–feel the same…” he mumbled as tears prick in his eyes from frustration.
Jungkook sighs, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist to pull him off his chair, “You can’t do anything right, can you?” He pushes Taehyung over his desk before he pulls his destroyed panties off. Slick has leaked down the insides of his thighs at this point, he’s a mess while Jungkook is still in pristine condition.
It makes him leak even more.
Jungkook pulls Taehyung’s tight skirt up above his hips so he’s open in his entirety. Taehyung spreads his legs wider in anticipation as Jungkook lowers his head and uses his thumbs to separate his pussy lips, rubbing them up and down and appreciating the glossiness. He then blows softly, from his leaking entrance all the way to his sensitive clit, watching intently as Taehyung’s hole flutters.
“So fucking wet.” He breathes as he takes the first lick.
Taehyung’s legs buckle and shake at the feeling, gripping the edge of the dest so tight his knuckles turned white. Jungkook’s tongue darts out, tracing the space between Taehyung’s labia, before flicking at his clit. He starts out with kitten licks, almost imperceptible, then slowly transitions into firm back and forth motions with the pointed tip of his tongue. Taehyung’s moans as Jungkook gives him mind-numbing pleasure, making him see white in his vision.
J–Jungkook…” Taehyung moans, making him quickly squeal as a sharp slap is delivered to his ass.
“It’s still ‘Sir’ to you, don’t let it happen again.” His voice is low as he gives Taehyung another swat to keep him in check before he goes back to his task, now darting his tongue out into Taehyung’s dripping hole.
Taehyung feels on cloud nine. The world has narrowed down to just Jungkook's tongue on his pussy, how it teasingly runs along his folds, and the light kisses and sucks to his clit. He lets out a particularly loud squeal when his teeth graze the little pearl between his pussy lips in a teasing bite.
Jungkook pushes two fingers in while he pulls away for a second, "You're loud. Do you want the whole office to know you're a shameless whore?"
Taehyung takes his lip in between his teeth, already bitten raw as he tried, and failed horribly, to suppress his noises. "Maybe I do, Sir." His tone is dripping in honey, dropping a few octaves from his already baritone voice.
The next event happens too quickly for Taehyung to fully understand as Jungkook removes his fingers from his secretary's hole. Taehyung squeaks as he's picked up and carried over to the glass walls of Jungkook's office. He's bent over, hands pressed against the clean, cold glass.
"Since you just love parading yourself for anyone to see, you'll have no problem with this," Jungkook smirks, giving another slap to Taehyung's perky ass. He shakes as he hears Jungkook's zipper unzip behind him, anticipation getting ready to blow.
However, instead of getting stretched with a thick cock, Jungkook's fingers are reinserted, quickly finding their way to Taehyung's g-spot. Taehyung immediately almost falls to the floor at the sensation, hands curling into fists as Jungkook fingers him. “S–Sir…” he whines, backing his hips up against Jungkook’s hand.
“It sounds like you’re whining. Do you want me to stop?” Jungkook hums, slowing his fingers down just a bit to allow Taehyung to think for a moment.
“I want you to fuck me…” He grumbles.
Jungkook spanks Taehyung again, “Brat. I’ll fuck you alright.” he growls, pushing into Taehyung with out preamble, each inch of his glorious cock stretching Taehyung to his limits. “Mhm, you feel so fucking good. So warm and pliant for me. Such a good slut.” Jungkook groaned, adding to the pit in Taehyung’s belly.
Taehyung rested his head against the cold glass, nerves on fire from the possibility of being caught by someone walking past. There were few employees on the upper floor, only those that proved they were able to be by Jungkook’s side. Taehyung was one of them, and here he was getting fucked by said boss. He was just terrified of one of his coworkers coming to drop off some files unannounced.
However, it only made Taehyung clench tighter, being screwed by the hot CEO that had everyone tripping over themselves.
“Sir! P–Please, faster!” Taehyung begs, digging his nails into his palms as he tries to grip onto something for purchase.
With a sigh, Jungkook lowered his head and began to thrust once more, this time, with greater purpose. Deep, powerful strokes that had him pushing as far as he could physically go into Taehyung’s body before he withdrew, and picking up speed every time he pushed back in. Taehyung’s mouth became a constant stream of unintelligible babble mixed with moans, the occasional Sir and please being deciphered through the mush of words.
It was all so good, too good. Taehyung didn’t want it to end, but he wasn’t going to last much longer, especially with how Jungkook was drilling into him. With each thrust he was pushed closer and closer towards the edge. “S–Sir…!” he warned, digging his nails into his skin.
Jungkook gripped Taehyung’s hips tight, leaving marks in his olive skin that would last for days on end, leaving him sore with a crooked walk. Jungkook couldn’t wait to see the aftermath of his secretary wobbling around the office for the next few days. The idea alone was about to send him over the edge. With a small shift of his hips, on his next thrust in, Jungkook drove his cock right over the spot Taehyung needed him most. Taehyung wailed as he threw his head back, crying out as he came. “Oh fuck!” He screamed, creating a mess on the floor as he squirted.
Every nerve in his body seemed to fire off all at once. Overwhelming and all consuming. He was fairly certain his brain short circuited, his vision going white and hearing cutting out as he came. There was no pause as Jungkook homed in on that spot inside him, and Taehyung once again felt wetness escape past his eyes as he cried from the over stimulation. Jungkook’s thrusts only got more erratic as he peaked, the harsh sound of skin slapping against skin leaving the room as Jungkook’s hips stuttered and with a final groan he finally stilled. The only sound after being that of their shared heavy breaths as they both came down from the high of their orgasms.
Taehyung whimpered when Jungkook withdrew a few moments later. He felt too empty and too cold all at once, he wanted to curl in on himself, but his body was beyond exhausted. Jungkook was there though, as he always was, to carry Taehyung to his black leather couch so he could rest comfortably.
“Hey baby, open your eyes for me?” Taehyung’s own body may not be listening to him, but it listened to Jungkook. “There you go. I’ll be right back, okay? Gonna get you cleaned up.”
Taehyung’s voice was too gone to speak, so he hoped his small nod was enough for Jungkook to see he understood. It must have been, because Jungkook left his line of sight and Taehyung couldn’t be bothered to lift his head to see where he went. Though the logical side of him knew it couldn’t be far. They were in Jungkook’s office after all, which merely consisted of the office space and a small ensuite bathroom. Taehyung’s eyelids quickly became heavy once more as they slowly drooped to a close.
Nothing interesting to see if Jungkook wasn’t there anyway. While he waited for Jungkook to return, Taehyung let himself drift along the blurry edges of unconsciousness, he may have even drifted off a bit completely, as he was unaware of Jungkook being back in the room with him until a warm cloth touched his skin. He jerked and groaned, trying to wiggle away reflexively.
“Ssh, It’s me, baby. Gotta get you clean.” Jungkook whispers, pressing a cold water bottle to his lips. Taehyung pouts as he opens his eyes to look at his lover, taking a few slow sips of the refreshing liquid. “Hey? What’s with that look? Did you not like it?” Jungkook asks, voice laced with concern, a complete 180 from the man who ploughed him to delirium just a few moments ago.
“I loved it, but…” Taehyung starts, straining as he sits up. He crosses his arms over his chest as his face is down turned, “You haven’t kissed me once, and you’re gonna be leaving in a few minutes for your meeting…” he mutters, tears pricking in his eyes.
A wave of relief washed over Jungkook. He believed he hurt his baby for a moment, “I’m sorry, love,” he apologized, giving him tons of kisses everywhere on his temple, forehead, and lips, “I don’t have a meeting, I told you to clear my schedule, remember? I wanted to sell the role play. Other than that, you liked it, right?” Jungkook asks, gently cleaning up the filth between Taehyung’s lower region.
Taehyung giggled at the flurry of kisses, “You know I did, I was scared someone was going to walk past and see us, though. I was a bit excited too.” He admitted, cheeks turning pink.
Jungkook snorts as he slips a fresh pair of soft cotton panties on Taehyung. He always kept an extra pack for moments like this. “No one was going to see us anyways. I got the glass replaced to one way glass.” he admits, making Taehyung’s eyes grow wide as if he were in an old cartoon.
Taehyung hits Jungkook’s rock hard chest, “You dick! I was terrified the whole time that someone was gonna catch me getting my guts rearranged! Is that why I couldn’t come to your office last week?” he pouts, looking like a defeated puppy.
Jungkook chuckles, “We’ve been thinking of doing something like this for a while now, so I had to prepare. The stained glass was neat, but I wanted full privacy so I could fuck you against the wall. I couldn’t tell you since it would ruin the effect. You were so wet thinking about someone coming and seeing your pretty little face, weren’t you?” he hums, voice dropping an octave.
Taehyung swallowed thickly as he tried not to get back into the heated mood. However, when Jungkook was your husband, that was quite hard. “I would enjoy making people jealous that they can’t be in your position, and they can’t be in mine.” He answers, making Jungkook lean forward to take his lips in a heated kiss.
“That’s right, as much as I would love to show you off while I fuck you, you’re a gem only I can indulge in.”
“I'm yours?” Taehyung asks softly against Jungkook’s lips.
“Mhm, you’re all mine and I’m all yours.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”