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maliby · 2 years

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Starring Role

Pairing: Jikook x camgirl! Reader

Genre: smut, pwp tbh,

Word Count: 5,363

Warning: dirty talk, camgirl, voyuerism, squirting, sex toys, threesome, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex,

Description: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you.

"Hyung stop it!" Jungkook hisses at his laptop, facetime open to see a determined Jimin. "I'm the one who introduced you to her content! That means I'm the one that deserves to win the contest!"

"That doesn't make sense, Kookie." Jimin rolls his eyes with a scoff. "It's a contest and I'm going to win it."

Jungkook groans, vigorously continuing to fill your inbox with multiple coins - that transfer into money - and he only knows Jimin is doing the same.

Jungkook was a man and like most men, he enjoyed the idea of porn. He wasn't a fiend - only watching it when he found it absolutely necessary. He wasn't one to exceed 5 minutes, either, and opted to find a video that would make him cum fast.

It changed when he found you. He was scrolling through pages of a random porn site, attempting to find the right video to watch. Suddenly, you popped up. He never usually clicks such ads, but you appear inviting. The link took him to a different website - your website. Quickly, he viewed an array of pictures that you allowed for free and he was hooked.

Worship Angel - and worship you Jungkook did.

Jungkook never paid for porn before. However, your website had him hooked that he couldn't help but want more. There was only one free video attached as a free trial - a 2 minute video of you riding a bright blue dildo like your life depended on it. He couldn't move his eyes away from how your pussy - wet and creaming - gripping around the dildo. It took him 5 seconds to wrap his hand around his cock and pump along with you.

It was embarrassing. Jungkook bookmarked your website and went back nearly everyday to the pornographic video. He memorized the sound of your moans when you came around the dildo. There was so many times he could watch this same video without wanting more - so he became a subscirber.

Jungkook doesn't regret his decision in subscribing to you - the first 3 months being 50% off and the following months 70,000 won. He didn't mind paying it, especially with all the content you gave. Pictures, gif's and videos - even livestreams! You had chats where you spoke to each subscriber and a private chatroom that they could enter for a small fee. Being awkward, Jungkook never entered, but he wasn't opposed to it.

Day by day, Jungkook finds himself entering your website. He turned on your notifications the second week when you had posted on your website that you'd be going live. He nearly died when he joined the livestream with a thousand other subscribers - the amount of money he tipped was insane. Each livestream he tuned in and watched - no matter where he was. If he was at work, he'd lock himself in his office with his airpods and muffle his sounds. If he was out and about with friends, he'd make an excuse to go to the nearest restroom - or leave all together.

This was one of the reasons why Jimin found out.

One too many times Jungkook would scroll through his phone, widen his eyes and excuse himself. Over hangouts, dinner and even when they were shopping. He could never understand what Jungkook was doing until he peaked his eyes over his phone and caught you - legs wide open and pussy on full display. He notes how Jungkook stops scrolling on his phone to admire the photo. Before Jimin turned his head away, he made sure to catch the name of the website.

Worship Angel.

It didn't take Jimin long for him to subscribe to you. His favorite content of yours were the livestreams - the different toys you used, the slutty costumes and themes you went along with. He admired the way your pussy clenched around the array of dildos you used and how wet your clit got when you turned the vibrators on max.

"I've been subscribed to her longer!" Jungkook suddenly screams over the phone.

"If that's your logic then her first subscriber should win the contest." Jimin replies sassily.

It was just yesterday when both Jimin and Jungkook got the same notification.

New Notification from Worship.Angel: Hello, loves! I've been thinking of ways to give back to all my subscribers and what better way to thank you all than...having my lips wrapped around your cocks? 🥰 I'm currently hosting a 'Fuck a Fan' event. One of you can meet up with me and make a video together. It's up to you if we upload it or not! Fill out the form attached to this post and follow the correct protocol and we'll see who wins! Good luck, loves! I can't wait to fuck you 💗

That email alone had both men hard and it wasn't long until two forms were sent to your inbox - along with thousands of coins being sent and soon transferred to your bank account.

You were well acquainted with these men - they were big spenders. They bought items off of your wishlist often and sent tips whenever you went live - or even on random days when you weren't posting. You were intrigued by them and were positive that they were wealthy - how else could they spend thousands on you a week and then some?

You aren't sure what their actual names are or if their account names were a form of their own - Kookie and Jiminie. Those were the only two names that stood out to you in the sea of comments that flooded through on your livestreams. It was a pattern - they'd be the first two to join and call you beautiful and ask of your day - the only two to do so. They would tip you, starting with Kookie sending a large amount, and Jiminie sending the same or sometimes larger.

Again, it was a pattern. With the amount of money they sent you - though appreciated - you understood that both men had to know one another. Even now as you scan through the forms sent by both men, attached with a picture id and STD report no later than a week, you were sure they were well acquainted and possibly even fighting for your attention.

Your mouth salivates at the picture ID's - they were young and gorgeous and their names were similar to the ones on their account. Park Jimin, a year older than you and a dance choreographer (that excites you, because all the dancers you've met had a way within the bedroom). Jeon Jungkook, self-employed photographer and videographer, a year younger than you.

The last type of men you were expecting were two young men such as them - having no need to pay you for sex or even pay to watch what you do. You would be lining up with hundreds of girls to just get a piece of them - so in the end, it was safe to say that it was difficult to choose just one. Maybe it was selfish of you to ignore the other hundred requests coming in and just focus on these two men - but who wouldn't?

Your eyes opened the forms once more and eye their ID's when a smirk forms onto your lips and an imaginary light bulb blinks virgiously above your head.

Worship Angel: Hello loves! 💓

Jimin hears the familiar notification go off from his phone. He had just finished his sandwich when he hears it - he knows it came from you because of the personal notification sound he set.

Gulping, Jimin unlocks his phones and goes towards the app - a new one you created to be closer to your subscribers. He's never felt so seen before and it was easier than having to log into his account each time on the browser.

Hundres of messages come through the public chat forum, all saying how sexy you were and they wished they could fuck you. Jimin rolls his eyes, he had more class than that.

Jimine: Hello, Angel. 🥰

Jimin scans the few comments and glares at a familiar name.

Kookie: How are you, Angel? Hopefully you're feeling well today. 💞

Jimin scoffs. Jungkook was such a kiss ass. He clicks the little coin button next to the chat.

Jiminie sent 120,000 won to Angel.

A few miles away in his own home, Jungkook snickers. "Fucking simp." he hisses as he witnesses the notification on the chat.

Kookie sends 150,000 won to Angel.

tig_bitties: Not these two motherfuckers again. Can you guys let us have our moment? Not all of us have money to waste. 🥺

Jiminie: Then leave.

Jungkook: Right. Why are you here??? It's called WORSHIP Angel for a reason! 🙄

Jiminie: Dummy.

Jungkook: Broke boy! 🤣🚩

You giggle at the comments. Unbeknownst to your subscribers, you could add anyone as favorites. That meant that whatever comment they posted would always show at the very top with a little star by their name - the same list Kookie and Jiminie were on.

Worship Angel: I've decided on the winner of the 'Fuck a Fan' event. I'll be going live in 10 minutes. Don't miss out!

Jungkook flips Jimin off in the facetime, camera pointed at his face.

"You think trying to one up me is going to make you win the Fuck a Fan contest?" Jimin smirks at his dongaseng.

"She doesn't need a man the same size as her fucking her." Jungkook scoffs.

Jimin widen his eyes. "Take that back."

It was ridiclious to be arguing with his best friend over fucking you - a camgirl who also had hundreds of other requests. Jungkook wouldn't be upset if he lost to anyone - but losing to Jimin? Unacceptable. If there was any chance that Jimin won against him, he'd have to make sure he didn't go. He had no guilty conscience in popping his tires if he needed to - that's just how serious Jungkook was about this.

Yet and still, Jungkook and Jimin did bond over you. Their other friends didn't know the extent of just how fascinated they were with one woman. After every livestrream, Jungkook would text Jimin and asked what he thought about you squirting on the camera and Jimin would go on and on about how hard he came and soon they'd be discussing you for hours.

Maybe it was a little obsessive - but they were men and who doesn't discuss porn with their friends?

Jungkook sees the notification banner on his phone and clicks in in seconds. You were going live.

Jimin does the same thing - apartments down in his own bedroom. He licks his lips when his eyes scans your figure in the skimpiest lingerie. Said lingerie was a bright yellow color and mesh - your erect nipples peeking through.

Jungkoom moans when you playfully open your legs. You bring two fingers into your mouth to suck it. You bring them out of your mouth with a pop and rub them over your bare clit - the crotchless panties you wore made them easier. You spread the lip apart and Jungkook nearly dies by just how wet you were.

"Hello, loves!" your sweet voice sends shivers through Jimin's spine - you sounded just like an Angel. "The fuck a fan event is tomorrow. I can't wait to fuck you..." Jungkook wastes no time in throwing off his sweats and underwear and spitting into his hand, having no time to grab any lotion.

Besides you is the rubber sex toy - the torso and dildo that you enjoyed fucking because it always drove your subscribers wild pretending it was them. Besides said sex toy was your vibrator, a bright pink one that was one of your favorites, the power it held in such a small device was incredible. Your eyes skim over the comments, smirk on your lips when you see Kookie and Jiminie - your top subscribers. They funded your lifestyle completely and you made a mental note to do something special for your top subscribers - they should have a more exclusive access.

Jimin watches as you take hold of the torso. A string of saliva drips from your lips and atop of the tip of the rubber dildo - your hands cupping around the length of it and stroking.

Jungkook is already pumping his cock, no regrets even when you haven't done anything yet.

"I should tell you all about the Fuck A Fan event but I just can't wait..." you pout your lips cutely. You lift yourself up, grasping the vibrator as you plant both feet on your bed, camera on full view. You gently bring yourself down onto the cock, moaning as it enters you.

Kookie: Take your time, Angel. We'll wait for you! 💞

Your eyes read the words from Jungkook. You turn on the vibrator, the buzzing sound being heard throughout your room and into the lives of hundreds of others. You slowly lift yourself from the dildo to crash down again. "Thank you, Kookie. You're always so patient with me."

Jungkook roughly pumps his cock in his hands, shaking his head. "Oh shit..." he hisses. The sound of his name coming from your lips has him over the edge and damn how he wanted to hear it again.

Jimine sends 300,000 won to Angel.

Jimin just wants you to say his name the way you said Jungkook's. It wasn't fair!

"Thank you so much, Jiminie." you moan, pressing the vibrator to your clit as you continued to ride the cock like your life depended on it. You could see them when you close your eyes - it was easier to put a face to the name that was Kookie and Jiminie now that you knew who they were - and all you could think about was having them fuck you while one held the vibrator.

Jungkook cums in his hands, no matter if you moaned Jimin's name or not. Your pussy is making such filthy noises and you look beautiful - remarkably so. He's breathing heavy, hooded eyeslids not leaving his phone screen. Usually when he cums watching videos, he'd turn off the porno and feel ashamed - not with you. No matter how early you made him cum on himself, he'd always remain until you were done livestreaming, tipping in between.

Jungkook sends 370,000 won to Angel.

Kookie: You're so beautfiul, Angel. 😍

Jimin: You truly are. Thank you for gracing us with your prescence! 🥰

Jimin cums when he hears you release a high-pitched moan. His hands were warm and sticky but he could only sigh in relief. His forehead was dripping with beads of sweat and he was still trying to catch his breath.

You looked towards the camera, positive that Jungkook and Jimin were watching, and smirk. "I can't wait to fuck you Kookie and Jiminie." you moan right before squirting, lifting yourself up from the dildo and releasing it all over your bed.

Jungkook stiffens while miles away Jimin covers his hand - freshly clean - over his lips and gasps.

You bid your goodbyes with a small smile and wave - even giving a little wink to the two men who you knew were watching you. You've made it clear that you desired both of them if anything. You've never had more than one man before - the idea of being dominated by two sends shivers down your spine.

You go onto your laptop to make corrections and to thank a few people for watching and spending their hard-earned money on you. You then go into the app settings and click on Kookie and Jiminie's account.

"You think she was mistaken when she said our names?" Jungkook asks.

"Maybe. We are her biggest tippers. Maybe that's what she meant?"

Jungkook nods. "Maybe you're right." he murmurs - yet and still, he couldn't get it out of his mind. He was jittery when you turned off the live and he wasted no time in facetiming Jimin.

You hit save and smirk. Now all you had to do was wait for them.

Jimin widens his eyes when he sees the notification bannering his phone. "Do you-"

"Yeah." Jungkook gulps. He presses the notification.

Worship Angel has added Jiminie and Kookie to Premium Plus Membership! Membership includes all-access to Angel herself with video calls, exclusive videos and pictures!

Jungkook grunts over the phone while Jimin bites his lips. He re-reads the message highlighted in green three times before he speaks.

"All access..."

"Exclusive videos and pictures..." Jungkook continues.

Both men squealed like school girls.

Jungkook scrolls through the exclusive pictures and videos in awe. Not all of them were sexual - some were selfies of you. He admires them nonetheless. Though he's seen your face on livestreams, you rarely show your face when you post pictures and even videos.

Worship Angel: Congradulations on winning the fuck a fan event, Jungkook and Jimin, as well as being added as Premium Plus members!

Worship Angel: Premium Plus means I spend exclusive time with you two more than Premium Members. You have access to more variety of pictures, videos and even on one - or two - video calls. Are there any questions?

Kookie: Thank you so much!

Jiminie: If you don't mind me asking...how does this event work when you chose both of us?

Jiminie: Thank you for choosing me!

Worship Angel: No problem, my loves

Jimin feels his heart pumps with excitement.

Worship Angel: I've looked into you two and assumed you both knew one another. Am I wrong?

Kookie: Unfortunately you're not

Jiminie: You're jealous

Kookie: Of your height? Never. 🤣

You giggle - they definetly knew one another.

Worship Angel: Whatever makes the two of you comfortable. We can meet one on one

Worship Angel: Or you can fulfil my dreams of having both of you. It's your call! 😘

"What do you want to do?" Jimin asks Jungkook over the phone. Today was the day of the Fuck a Fan event and to say he was neverous would be an understatement.

"She said she wants both of us." Jungkook shrugs. He sprays a few pumps of his cologne and licks his lips. "I'm down with it."

"You are?" Jimin furrows a brow. He's never had sex with one than one person. Obviously, he won't be doing anything with Jungkook - but having the younger be there is what terrifies him.

"Yes. You're my Hyung and I'm comfortable around you." Jungkook smiles. "Better you than a random old man on the street."

Jimin chuckles. "You're right, I suppose." he murmurs.

"Are we riding together or..."

"We can ride together. Make it easier." Jimin nods. It would die down the growing awkwardness he was feeling of Jungkook and he had a chance to talk on the way there.

"Come outside then, loser." Jungkook says, he's already honking his horn. He was caught in his own thoughts that he hadn't realized Jungkook wasn't in his room any longer and indeed outside his apartment.

On the way there, Jimin couldn't help but use the Preium Plus to his advantage. The entire day you were adding pictures and videos - showing off the lingerie you wore; claiming you wore it for them. His nerves were kicking in and having the chance to meet you was astonishing him.

Having the chance to fuck you...

Jimin shudders.

Jungkook kept his cool, yet his mind was swirling as his hands grip the steering wheel. All he can think about is having you beneath him, on top of him - even on top of Jimin. Your admition to wanting not just him, but his Hyung had him hard at the thought.

Jimin hears a notification - the personalized sound tells him that it's you.

Worship Angel: I can't wait to be on my knees for you guys

Worship Angel: It's making me wet just thinking about it...

Jimin closes his eyes to take a deep breath. Another plus of being part of Premium Plus - you talked directly to him and Jungkook.

"She's going to be the death of me." Jimin says aloud.

Jungkook snorts. "Can't handle it already?"

Jungkook bites his words now more than ever at the site of you in front of him. When he arrived at the address given to them, he had made sure he looked presentable before getting out of the car. The home sat on the edge of a long road, the last house of it. Before him or Jimin could knock on the door it opens - and he sees you wearing nothing but thong panties.

Jimin chokes and Jungkook finds it hard not to stare. He begins to blink, his eyes attempting to keep them on your face.

"Hello." you smile at them. Your hands - soft at the touch - gently grasp Jimin's then Jungkook's. You tug them inside and Jungkook closes the door behind him. "You seem nervous."

Jimin takes a deep breath. "Not everyday I get to be in the presence of such a lovely woman."

You giggle. "Really?" you tighten your grip on their hands. "I would think such men like you would have women lining up to suck your cocks."

It was Jungkook's turn to chuckle.

"Or is it just me?" you ask, turning to face them. Both men stopped dead in their tracks, and when you don't get a response you smirk at them. "Are you guys thirsty?"

Jimin nods. His throat was feeling dry and he could no longer stop himself from trailing his eyes down your body.

You bring them into a large room - Jungkook recognizes it immediately as the room you do all your livestreams in. The large round bed with satin sheets lay in the middle of the room. On your nightstand he sees all types of toys - dildos, vibrators and even plugs.

On the corner of the room, there's a camera and Jimin is sure this is how you record your content. He licks his lips as he examines the room - water bottles littering the table with even some bottles of alcohol.

"I figured you two would be nervous. Would Liquid courage help?" you grab ahold of a bottle of whiskey, furrowing a brow.

Jungkook nods.

"Before I hand it to you." you say, opening it and pouring three shots. "I want you two out of your clothes and down to your underwear."

Jimin doesn't hesitate. There's something about a woman demanding him to do something that makes his cock hard.

Jungkook follows soon after and sweetly, you smile and hand them the shot. "We're recording now. It's up to you two if you want to show the Premium members or keep it for just our eyes only." you lift the shot glass in the air. "You don't have to decide now. Cheers."

"Cheers." Jungkook and Jimin says in unison.

It happened in a matter of seconds - Jungkook taking his shot with you to you forcing Jimin into the bed to watch as you went down on Jungkook.

Jimin was once embarrassed - this was his donsaeng. But the way you wrapped your lips around Jungkook's cock and proceeded to gag was enough for him to wrap his hand around his own cock. Jungkook's head was pushed back and he twitches as you throat his cock - curses being released from his throat.

One thing for certain, you were going to have fun. With such fine men in your home, you wouldn't hesitate to have both of them - Jungkook's cock now hitting your throat as you massage his balls satiates you. Your eyes flicker to Jimin who has his eyes on you, cocking being pumped roughly in his hands.

"Shit." Jimin moans after witnessing you release Jungkook's cock from your lips and spit on it.

"I want your cock now." you look straight at Jimin who only whimpers needily.

Jungkook shudders - you were amazing. He's unsure how long it's been since his cock has been deepthroated - but he knew well enough that no one would compare to you. He turns his head to find you, ass in the air, as you proceed to suck off Jimin.

Jungkook bites his lip. Without thinking, his hand flies out to slap your ass roughly. You squeak against Jimin's cock, but Jungkook doesn't stop. Your ass was so slapable and the amount of times he wished he could do just this...he was going to have his fun.

Jimin, eyes hooded, witness as Jungkook removes the thong. "You're soaking through these." he chuckled. Jungkook was more confident and it showed. "You're already dripping on the sheets, Angel."

Your scream is muffled by Jimin's cock when you feel a warm tongue lick against your clit. Jungkook proceeds to lick along your clit, encouraging you to ride his face as he does so.

The site was truly something straight from a porn. You were now pumping Jimin's cock as Jungkook eats you out, hand occasionally slapping your ass. Jimin bites his lip. "You're sucking me so good, Angel." he whimpers, head pushed back.

Jimin didn't want to cum - not without feeling your pussy around him first. He yanks your head off of him. He pulls you away from Jungkook, who groans, and flips you to your back.

"Isn't she beautfiul, Kookie?" Jimin asks, marveled at the sight of your naked body wet beneath them. "I want to see her squirt."

Jungkook smirks and nods in agreement.

Your legs are being pushed open, both men between them. Jimin's mouth connects to your clit while Jungkook's fingers enter inside, curling. He wastes no time in pumping while Jimin proceeds to lick your clit sloppily - head bobbing back and forth and eyes up at you.

Your hands squeeze your breast at the sensation. You were a single woman who made a living in sex work. You only ever had sex by yourself - so to have two men catering to your needs is astonishing. Two experienced men at that.

"You're just a whore who needed to be stuffed, huh?" Jungkook shakes his head, hand pumping inside of you - determinded not to stop until you squirted like he wanted you to.

"She tastes good." Jimin huffs. His hands come beneath your knees to hook them up to your shoulders. The new position allows Jungkook to go even deeper - all the while Jimin licks at your clit as if it was his final meal.

"I-I can't handle it!" you moan out, shaking your head. "It's too-"

"We'll stop when you cum." Jungkook ignores your protests. You were soaking his hand, the creamy substance was dripping down his wrists now.

You twitched and jolted, eyes fluttering. It was too much - you thought it would be easy with these two men but you were mistaken. Now that they loosened up and were comfortable, they were completely animalistic.

"I-I'm cumming!" you shout suddenly, shaking your head. You could feel wet hot tears on your cheeks.

"Bitch is cumming so hard she's crying, hyung." Jungkook darkly laughs, pussy clenching around his fingers. A few more thrusts and you do just that - liquid shooting out of you and on the bed and their chests.

Jimin rubs your clit hastily with a nod of his head. "You're so wet, Angel. The wettest pussy I've ever seen."

You're trying to catch your breath, fingertips clenching your silk sheets. "I need someone to fuck me." you pleaded.

"How do you want to fuck her, Kookie?"

Jungkook imagined fucking you a million ways - but now that he was here with you, all he can think about was watching your ass bounce against his cock.

You feel Jungkook turning you around, bringing your ass to the air. You're so wet that he's sure he can slide himself right into you.

You yelp when you feel him - he's thick and filling you so well. "I want both of you to fuck me." you begged, opening your mouth wide for Jimin to enter his cock into you.

"Who knew you were so dirty, Angel." Jimin grasps your chin, bringing your lips to his cock.

"Ready, Hyung?" Jungkook asks, hands tightening around your waist.

Jimin nods.

Jungkook fucks into you rapidly, his eyes unsure where to land. Jimin was a different person - not the same caring and shy man he usually is. His hands tangle themselves into your hair as he thrusts inside of you. His thrusts were no different - skin slapping and gagging moans could be heard around the room.

A truly filthy scene.

You're still crying - happy tears. Lustful tears. Jungkook was fucking you too perfectly that you were sure by the end of this, you'd fall in love and end up stalking him. Jimin would be the same - the way he's thrusting into you ensures you that he knows exactly how to fuck.

"I want to cum on this ass." Jungkook slaps your ass - then again, and again and again. He wasn't going to last long - your pussy was just too wet and warm for him. One thing for sure - he'd remember this day up until his very last breath.

"Please cum on my ass." you choke out when Jimin releases your lips from his cock, refusing to cum just yet. "You're fucking me so good I'm going to cum again."

Jungkook's fingernails dug into your skin, he wasn't going to last with you moaning for him. He quickly pulls out of you and pumps his cock in his hand right above you.

You feel the warm substance on your ass and you sigh, head hanging. You could no longer hold yourself up, chest feeling tight. You've came twice already - and will be cumming again soon with Jimin.

"Damn." Jungkook falls back against the bed, eyes fluttering. He doesn't remember the last time he came that hard.

"Your turn." you lift your head to look at Jimin. Shakily, you tug him onto the bed. You were going to ride him like your life depended on it.

Jimin lays on the bed with you hovering above him. How many times had he watched you fuck yourself on camera wishing it was him?

Today it will be him.

Jimin hisses when he feels your walls around him. How were you so tight? The way Jungkook fucked you, he'd thought you would've been too tired to ride him.

Your feet are placed flat on the bed, hands laid loosely on his chest. You're crashing down on him, each time sending shivers up your spine. You feel him deep inside of you and with this you'll be coming soon with overstimulation.

Jimin is a mess, shaking his head with clenched eyes each time you crash against his cock. You were too tight and too wet for him to not act this way. He holds onto your waist, gently rubbing it.

"I can't believe how good you both fucked me." you murmur, leaning down so that your lips were near his plump ones.

Jimin opens his eyes, staring straight into yours. He thrusts into you, matching your pace, fingernails gripping your waist now. "Yeah?" he asks cockily. "I've wanted this pussy for so long."

Your hands grip his neck tightly, eyes narrowing. "Show me how much you wanted it, Jimine." you tease him.

Jimin does just that.

Your moans turn to high-pitched screams with the way his fucks into you. You're no longer moving, just hovering above him as he whispers dirty thoughts into your ears.

Jimin feels your pussy clench - months of watching you fuck yourself, he understands you're cumming. He admires the way your eyes brows knit and you begin to shake and tremble in his embrace. "Cum for me."

Jungkook regains consciousness in time to find Jimin pushing you saway and cumming on your stomach. He rubs his eyes just when Jimin lays besides you, breathing heavy.

Jungkook lays on the other side of you and releases a satisfactory sigh.

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maliby · 2 years

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This was fucking AMAZING!!! Highly recommended 😏

Breaking the Rules

As a House of Lust manager, Jimin can't afford to break any of the rules meant to protect workers. Yet, there's one you want him to break.

⤑ wc: 8.6k ⤑ pairing: jimin x reader ⤑ genre: non-idol!au, escort!au, smut ⤑ warnings: boss-employee sexual relationship, escort!reader, escort manager!jimin, lots of dirty talk, degradation, slight dumbification, name-calling (whore, slut, bitch), oral (m. & f. receiving), unprotected intercourse, creampie ⤑ read on AO3 ⤑ this work is a part of the 'house of lust' collab, find the masterlist here!

You don’t flirt with employees. You don’t entertain their flirting, you don’t lead them on, you don’t think about them when you get off, don’t imagine the fleshlight you’re fucking into is a part of their body, and you definitely don’t see their image flash in front of your eyes as you come and moan their name. It’s not something that professionals let themselves do, and Jimin thinks highly of himself and his ability to run House of Lust.

It’s a place he’s proud of, one that makes people’s wishes come true—if they’re moral and legal, of course—and that’s exactly what Jimin always wants, to make people happy. His work is his life, the best thing he’s created, the one thing he’s proud of. People from all over the region have heard about the famous House of Lust, have come to visit the city just to get a shot at getting inside it, and, if they’re lucky, have some time with one of the employees.

And his employees are the best there is, Jimin’s made sure of that. He’s picked them all personally, ensured that they’re perfect for the job. When he chose Taehyung, Jimin saw the potential that the man’s charisma, which was then hidden behind a shy exterior, held. That, paired with his deep voice and amazing looks meant that the man would become a favorite, which he has. The same went for Jungkook, who was even more bashful than Taehyung. But, when he finally came out of his shell and realized his power, there was no stopping Jungkook, who was one of the favorites.

And then there were you—his flawless choice. When he picked you, Jimin was picking with his brain, clearly, because you are ideal for House of Lust. The men simply eat you up, willing to pay more and more each time for just a fraction of your time, just to get to have you for a while. And you’re picky too, telling Jimin no a lot more times than the other employees—which is always your right and Jimin would never make you sleep with someone you just felt like you couldn't, even if that is your job.

Still, a part of Jimin picked you because he wanted you near, wanted to keep an eye on you, have you close, even if he can’t touch you or have you. That’s not what you do with employees. Despite being very well aware of that, Jimin gets a bit happy when he brings you a new work offer and you turn it down. He loves knowing you’re picky and that you won’t let just anyone have you, even if you have every right to.

Jimin also loves finding out about you turning down other employees. Jungkook has made a move, according to Namjoon, but you nipped that idea in the bud, explaining that you don’t mix business with pleasure, which sent a clear message to everyone else. This decision put you out of everyone’s reach, as you should be, even if that includes Jimin.

But, you still flirt with him. He’s your manager, but that doesn’t stop either of you. You come into his office for your weekly talk with him, to give your feedback, to complain if there’s something to complain about, and you always look right into his eyes with a smirk, saying things that could be taken the wrong way, looking at him like he’s a meal. He does the same to you, even though he’s tried to fight it for a long time. A little flirting never hurt anybody, right?

Plus, knowing someone like you finds him attractive strokes Jimin’s ego more than you can imagine. He catches you staring at him when you’re in the same room and he stares right back. Sometimes, you look at the cameras by the door pointedly, especially when you’re naked. It’s as if you know Jimin’s watching, and you encourage him by smirking that way.

He has every right to watch, it’s not something perverted—the cameras don’t show the places the clients usually choose for sex such as the bed or the sofas or the occasional desk. They only show the entrance to each private room. When you’re on your way out, you often don’t bother putting clothes on and walk out naked, smirking at the camera as if you’re telling Jimin you see him and you know he’s enjoying the show.

Today, you’re in his office so Jimin can check what happened with one of the clients who you walked out on, which you’ve never done before. You’ve turned offers down when Jimin brought them to you, but you’ve never walked out on someone in the middle of service, which is why you’re here now.

“I know our rule is what happens inside the room stays there, but if this man did something to you, I need to know,” Jimin stresses, leaning against the table, his legs crossed at the ankles, a couple of inches from yours as you sit right in front of him and look around, completely uninterested.

Your voice sounds so sweet and soft, completely unlike what Jimin knows you can be. With a sigh, you continue, “Jimin, I’ve told you already, he didn’t do anything to me, there’s no need to worry. If he had, I’d talk to one of the security guards. The guy just started with stuff that wasn’t agreed on, which is why I left.”

“Stuff like what?” Jimin asked out of pure curiosity, breaking his own rule. What did this man want to try that you didn’t? It wasn’t a first in the history of House of Lust—it’s been in function for decades now, and many people wanted more than they’d paid for or more that was allowed, but it’s the first time it’s happened under Jimin’s rule.

You clear your throat and look up at him without any shame, speaking in a low tone, “He wanted to degrade me.” You sigh, the corners of your mouth lifting slowly into a smirk before you continue, explaining it to Jimin like he doesn’t know what degradation is. “Call me names, act like I’m his slut, call me that, and everything else that definitely wasn’t in the original offer we both signed.”

Jimin feels blood rushing to his cock at the words leaving your mouth and he feels terrible for it. You’re talking about something that made you walk out on a client, and he’s here getting hard at the idea of getting to call you his slut. He has to take another course on professionalism, ASAP.

“And that’s where you draw the line?” Jimin asks, making a mental note to himself. Degradation is not your thing.

“Yes,” you nod slowly, still staring right into his eyes as he struggles to maintain eye contact. “It’s too close to real life.”

Jimin is confused by this and he’s sure you can read it from his expression, even though he tries his best to keep a straight face.

You chuckle and continue quickly, “Let’s say… I don’t want work to ruin something I like.”

“Oh,” Jimin mouths quietly, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Degradation? So you are into it, after all. God, you’re perfect indeed. “I… I’m sorry for prying then.”

“No, it’s fine,” you get up and nod, pulling your skirt down to cover a bit more of your thighs that he so desperately wants to sink his teeth into. “I just didn’t want to let that guy take that from me, in a sense.”

“And that’s completely fair,” Jimin agrees and quickly pushes himself off the desk so he’s now standing face to face with you, eyes piercing through yours. “You have every right to say no, especially if it’s something not previously agreed.”

“Thanks.” You muster out a smile, suddenly focused solely on Jimin. Whenever you give him one of these looks, Jimin feels like he wants to have you right then and there. “You’re always sweet to me. I mean that.”

“You… I… I’m like that with all my employees,” Jimin says, minimizing his affections towards you as much as possible. Yes, he’s like that with all of them, but he only fantasizes about you. “You should all feel happy here, as much as you can at work.”

“Are you sure about that?” You take a step forward and stop right before your body crashes into his. It’s wrong, looking at your employee like that, unable to keep your eyes away from their body. The worst part about it is that Jimin’s attraction just grows when he looks into your eyes—it’s like he can’t win, not unless he stares at the ceiling or something. What are you trying to say here? “You’re like this with everyone?”

Jimin gulps loudly, so much so that you cock an eyebrow up at this sign of nervousness that is so unlike him. He can’t let you know that he doesn’t look at you the same way he does others, the way he should—it’s against all rules, and it might make you feel uncomfortable around him, which is the last thing any of you need at work. “Y-yes. I hope I treat everyone the same way.”

“I don’t notice you staring at Tae’s ass when he walks past you… Or Jungkook’s tits, even though he has a nice pair,” you joke with a smirk, clearly insinuating Jimin ogles you. You must have noticed, then. You know he stares at your body parts and fantasizes about you, and you’re throwing it in his face. “And you don’t get as flirty with them or the other women who work here as you do with me. So, no, I don’t think you’re like this with everyone.”

“I…” He tries to stand up for himself and think of something that would make him look better, but words simply aren’t coming to him. Jimin feels like a deer caught in headlights as he tries to come up with an excuse under your watchful eye, but his mind keeps drawing blanks. Clearly, you’ve noticed, and he’s not sure if he should lie or not.

You decide to show him some mercy and speak up again. “Maybe we should just skip all of this…” you look around, waving your hand as if that will help the right word come to you, “bullshit and act on this chemistry for once?”

“Act?” Jimin repeats the word and knows he sounds stupid—but, he has to ensure he heard you correctly, that he understood what you meant. This is not something he can easily come back from. He gulps and waits for your response, unable to stop staring at your face that’s inches away from his.

“Yes, Jimin,” you nod and take a deep breath. “We can fuck and get it out of our systems or we can just pretend this conversation never happened.”

The offer hangs in the air as Jimin inspects your eyes carefully, his gaze moving down to your slightly open lips. You have no idea how many times he’s wanted to kiss them, bite into them, push his cock past them into your mouth… No idea.

He’s a weak man. His role here obligates him to say no to you. So does his decency. But, his desire for you is greater than that, so Jimin moves in without a word, hand grabbing you by the waist and pressing your body into his as your lips finally meet.

“Fucking finally,” you mumble into his mouth like you’ve just read his mind. But, that’s the least of his concerns since he feels your palm pressing into his crotch, teasing his cock.

“You don’t waste time,” Jimin scoffs, but he’s actually happy about that. He’s been imagining this for a long time and he sees no point in kissing for an hour before getting down to what you both want here. He kisses you again, this time shoving his tongue inside your mouth like he’ll do with your pussy if you let him. “I like that.”

“Don’t think it’s slutty?” you grunt back, one of your hands moving up to grab him by the hair, body twisting into his, save for the hand that’s rubbing his clothed cock into full erection.

Jimin backs away slightly, just to get a good look at you and check whether you’re thinking about the same thing. You’ve just told him you’re into degradation not even five minutes ago, but he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries—well, except the ones he’s already crossed by kissing you and grabbing your ass. “That’s where you want to go?” he breathes out the question, stopping in place.

“If you do too,” you nod slowly, eyes half-closed as you stare at his lips, body still right against his. “Same rules as for the clients?”

“Yes,” Jimin nods, repeating them in his mind. Green means go, red means stop, and if your mouth is occupied, two taps on the thigh mean stop too. Simple. “Why did you stop, slut?” Jimin asks, looking down at the palm that’s now just resting against his cock, not moving an inch. “I’m not going to do your work for you.”

“Sorry,” you mumble and instantly drop to your knees, which is not what Jimin wanted. No, he wants to kiss you and hold you, get to play with you, but if you want to suck him off, who’s he to say no?

You get his cock out of the confines of his suit pants before he can even blink, taking it into your mouth instantly all the way, letting it get fully hard while surrounded by the warmth and wetness of your mouth, your eyes looking up at him, playfulness oozing out of your gaze.

“Fuck,” Jimin can’t help but mutter, not when you’re looking at him that way with a mouth full of dick. The second he feels his cockhead hitting the back of your throat, he grunts and throws his head back. Fuck, you’re better than he thought.

“So fucking good,” he tells you, hands moving down to grab hold of your hair while you pull his clothes down his legs. Jimin helps you by kicking the clothes and his shoes off. Then, he remembers what you want, so he adds, “As expected from a fucking slut like you.”

You moan at his words, looking up at his face with furrowed eyebrows, almost pleadingly as you choke on his cock. The vibrations of your moans send shivers down Jimin’s spine. What a warm, pretty mouth you have, all for him. “How long have you wanted this, huh? Seems like you were just waiting for a chance to come offer that tight cunt to me… Hoping I’d be desperate enough to take it, huh?”

You nod with a groan and start bobbing your head up and down slowly, allowing him to enter your throat and then pulling almost all the way out, leaving him soaked and hard. Fuck, do you know what you’re doing…

Jimin hisses as soon as he feels his tip entering your throat again. No wonder all these men give you rave reviews and are desperate to get another session with you—the way you give head can make anyone come in a matter of seconds. It’s about the eyes, he realizes. Yes, the way you suck and tease his cock with your tongue, moving it around swiftly is ideal, but the way you look at Jimin?

He could blow right here and now because of that look in your eyes, one of utter arousal and submission. He feels like you’d be ready to give him anything, and that makes him so fucking happy. You choke again, this time pausing to take a deep breath, and Jimin laughs.

“That hungry for cock?” he grabs your hair, this time a bit harder than before, but you lean into his palm as if you enjoy it, practically purring around his dick. “Calm down, you’ll get it… Just get it ready for me. Have to be wet to fuck your used-up little hole.”

Your loud moan around him tells Jimin he’s doing a good job at giving you what you want. He shouldn’t be surprised that someone as confident and radiant and determined as you likes to be degraded—it’s textbook behavior. Yet here he is, amazed that you’re letting him tell you these things, that you’re getting excited over the way he’s talking down to you, the borderline insults clearly doing their magic on you. “That’s what you want, right? To have it in you? Get fucked by your boss at work so everyone around knows just how big of a whore you are?”

This time, you cry out and he can hear you, even though his cock is in your mouth, in your throat, and you’re swallowing around it, sending waves of pleasure to travel down Jimin’s spine, straight into his crotch. God, he wants to fuck you stupid, for real. He gets a pass while that guy got walked out on for overstepping boundaries, and something about that makes Jimin really excited. Other men don’t get to treat you this way, but you’re letting him do it and you’re loving every second of it.

“I bet you’re fucking soaking,” Jimin notes since he’s already thinking about your pussy anyway. He doesn’t give a single fuck about the number of men you’ve slept at or off work—all he wants is to get to be one of them. He needs to fucking feel you around him, wants to hear you moan his name, just his, as he rams his cock into you after such a long time of desperation. He’s wanted you badly and now he has to show you just how much. “I could put it in now and it would slide right in, hm?”

You nod and he pats your head before grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, getting you to purr again, your eyes closing as you moan around him. Okay, so hair’s definitely a weak spot. Nice. He can fucking ruin you from behind then. “You should be happy I’m even letting you touch my cock with that nasty mouth of yours,” Jimin mutters, and your eyes snap open to look at him. Quickly, a smirk spreads across your face. “You’re gonna have to work a bit harder to get it in your cunt.”

With that, Jimin places his palms on either side of your head, locking it in place. You breathe out through your nose and continue looking at him, giving him a simple blink. He supposes it’s your way of saying yes, so he thrusts into your mouth, watching your face to catch your reaction. If you tap his thighs, he’s releasing you from his grip instantly. You don’t, even though your eyes are watering, so Jimin starts fucking your throat, thrilled by the fact you’re letting him do it, the fact that you love it, that you’re staring up at him as your eyes fill with tears.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he’s mumbling to himself, overwhelmed by the warmth of your throat. Jimin looks like the type of guy who fucks hard—and he does—but right now, he doesn’t want to ruin your throat the same way he’ll do your pussy, so he takes it slow.

It’s still pleasurable when he’s going slow, and Jimin gets to feel your mouth even better now, cock sliding over your tongue, into your tight throat, and then back over your tongue, warm and raspy against it. “I bet you’re soaking now that I’m using your hole as a cocksleeve, hm? Ruined panties… Sticky?”

Jimin’s just teasing—he doesn’t really expect you to be wet from sucking him off, which is why he’s surprised when you spread your legs and lift your skirt to your stomach, revealing that you’re not wearing anything under it, at least not on your bottom half. The scene of you going commando sends his mind into a frenzy. Did you plan this whole thing?

“Do you usually walk around with your pussy out?” he mutters. With that, Jimin pulls his cock out of your mouth, waiting for you to say something in return for the first time in a while. A string of your saliva still connects your lips with his dick, and that’s all he can focus on, a part of him wanting to take a picture and hold onto it forever.

“Sometimes,” you say, your voice sounding so much weaker than the last time you spoke to him. You quickly clear it, sounding much more confident when you mutter a quick yes.

“I know,” Jimin mocks your tone of voice as he pouts at you, rubbing the tip of his cock all over your pretty plush lips, a scene he’s imagined at least a million times. He’s never imagined you being this obedient, though, and it brings the whole thing to a new level. “Just waiting for someone to bend you over and use your slutty little cunt.”

Isn’t that what Jimin’s been imagining all along? He couldn’t stop thinking about getting to bend you over every possible surface in this place and fuck you senseless. And now, he’s finding out that’s exactly what you want to hear. It’s a match made in heaven.

“Mhm,” you hum in agreement, sticking your tongue out. Jimin uses this opportunity to smack your tongue with his cock, enjoying the wet sound it makes. It looks great too, and it’s hard for Jimin to stop staring at the scene in front of him—you on your knees, hands on your thighs, tongue on full display as you look at him with eyes full of lust. Fuck, he wants to fuck you badly. “Such a pretty slut,” Jimin whispers at you as he gives your tongue another smack, and he notices how your eyebrow cocks up.

“Suck on the tip,” he instructs, and you do as asked in a matter of seconds, mouth fitting perfectly over his cock head, cheeks hollowing out as you suck and moan. “How many other guys have you let use your whore mouth like this?”

You gently move your head from side to side, still completely focused on sucking Jimin’s tip while your hands wrap around his length. Usually, he’d smack your hands away, but not today—Jimin has to see just how good you are at it, and he doesn’t get disappointed this time, either. Your hands twirl around his cock, stimulating the parts you didn’t fit in your mouth. While you do it, you let out long moans, the sounds sending vibrations through his dick.

“What an obedient little whore I have here,” Jimin compliments you and hopes you know it truly is a compliment. While he’s more than ready to give you whatever you want, he enjoys having you at his beck and call, at least for a little while, and he admires the way you completely surrender, not even a hint of your usual demeanor left. You’re the first to tease back, flirt back, shoot someone down, yet here you are, taking his insults with loud hums, not a sliver of brattiness in you now. “Take it all.”

Once again, you don’t have to be told twice—his cock is in your mouth again, his hands grabbing your head once more, his hips snapping into your face. This time, he’s going a bit rougher than before, but only because he wants to hear you choke on his dick, wants to see you struggle with it a bit. “Good fucking slut!” Jimin tries to get the words out without groaning loudly but fails, unable to keep his voice down when you’re taking him so well.

Everything you’re doing now seems like a piece of cake to you, like something you can do with little to no effort and still excel at. You’re taking his dick in and swallowing around it like it’s nothing. That’s why Jimin’s ecstatic when you grab his thighs, fingernails digging into his flesh as you moan. There’s no thigh tapping, so you don’t want out of this position, you don’t want him to stop even though it’s clearly intense, and how can it not be? He’s moving deeper into your throat with each thrust, never getting enough. “Don’t tell me a slut like you can’t take some throat fucking?”

The words make you shake your head slightly, as much as you can considering Jimin’s hands are keeping it in place so he can continue fucking your throat and enjoying every single second of it. You have no idea how pretty you look on your knees for him, skirt now covering your naked crotch, hands on Jimin’s thighs as you gaze at him, eyes once again filled with tears. “Hm, that’s better…” he nods in approval and slows his pace down. “It would be a shame if you couldn’t use your holes to get men off… What else are you good for?”

You grunt and shake your head as if you’re trying to say ‘nothing’, and Jimin agrees with a chuckle, even though it’s the furthest thing from the truth. You had him wrapped around your finger even before all of this. Now, he knows he’ll let you have whatever you want whenever you want it, employee or not. “That’s right. Just a hole for me to put my cock in and get it wet… If you’re good, I’ll fill one of them up.”

You try to nod, but Jimin stops you by shoving his cock into your mouth and throat as far as it can go, your nose touching his pubic bone, eyes focused on his while you hold your breath and gag. He doesn’t pull away nor do you signal for him to. Instead, you swallow, and tears drip out of the corners of your eyes. “So pretty when you cry for some dick,” Jimin coos, his thumbs wiping the tears that have escaped you. “Want some more?”

When you blink once, Jimin starts moving again, hips snapping forward and shoving his dick in, backward and letting it rub against your tongue, fucking your mouth. While he does it, you can’t seem to stop moaning or gripping his thighs. Tears continue to drip down your cheeks, smearing your makeup, making you look fucked out already, and Jimin can’t wait to actually get to ruin you. One of your hands sneaks between his thighs to grab both his balls and squeeze them, causing Jimin to kick his head back, grunt, and almost come.

“Fuck!” he mumbles, quickly pulling out of your mouth, not wanting to come just yet. He can’t stop at this, no way. Jimin has to fuck you. “Sneaky slut,” he scoffs at you, slapping your cheek with his dick. “You really do want to get filled up with cum.”

“I do,” you admit breathlessly, taking a big gulp. The confession wakes up something in him, and he can no longer take it—he has to feel more of you.

“Then it’s a hole of my choosing,” Jimin says as he grabs your chin roughly, knowing he’s not causing any real pain. You seem to love it either way because you moan at the way his fingers dig into your cheeks, squishing the flesh. “And you should be happy you’re getting even that… Since you’re walking around with your ass out for the world to see, I shouldn’t even be entertaining a slut like you, let alone giving you exactly what you want. But I’m in the mood for an easy lay, and you’re here, so…”

You nod excitedly, which makes him chuckle again. You’re so fucking good to him, and he makes a mental note to tell you that later, to tell you how perfect you are at this, how wonderfully hard you make him when you just look at him. “Use me then,” you suggest timidly, barely able to speak because of his hand on your face.

“And what else would I do with you?” he snickers and lets go of you.

The very next second, Jimin’s grabbing your hand and pulling you up to your feet, his hands instantly finding your ass to grope, hissing at the touch of your warm skin. This time, Jimin kisses you long and hard, letting his tongue roam your mouth, enjoying the way you moan into the kiss, hands clutching onto his button-up.

Without a word, he breaks the kiss, walks around you until he’s standing right behind, and unzips your skirt from behind, letting it fall to the floor. You shiver when his hands graze your skin from the thighs up until they reach the hem of your sweater, which quickly gets pulled off of you and thrown on the floor, followed by your bra. “There, naked…” Jimin hums in approval, taking in the sight of your naked body, the body he’s dreamt of so many times. “You’re used to being naked like this for men, right? Want them to drool all over you.”

Without waiting for you to say something in return, Jimin grabs your neck from behind, his mouth finding your neck and kissing it, which makes you shudder and moan. Your hands reach back and grab Jimin’s thighs like you want him closer. Because of this, he grabs your hips and pushes your chest into the desk. “Just like that… That’s how you fuck a slut like yourself.”

Suddenly, you’re bent over his desk, ass in the air—just where Jimin wants you. The very next second, he’s digging into your pussy from behind. His mouth latches onto your lips and he licks and sucks like he’s making out with them. That’s the way he eats pussy, like he’s kissing it, tongue slipping in between your folds, circling your clit, and then moving up between your lips to your entrance and teasing around it.

“Oh my God, Jimin!” you moan louder than he’s ever heard you, even though it sounds strained like you’re trying to keep it in but failing. “Please, Jim—ngh, fuck!”

He can’t say anything to that since he’s moaning into your cunt like he would if he was getting to kiss you now, hands digging into the supple flesh of your ass as he keeps your cheeks spread for easier access. What a perfect sight it is, he thinks when he pulls away slightly and looks at your crotch, pussy spread for him, ready to take his cock.

“Stupid little slut,” he mumbles, placing pecks all along your slit, enjoying the way you drip onto his lips with every kiss. “So dumb and wet already… You really don’t need much to get wet for me, hm? Or is it like this for every guy? Just need a guy to tell you he’ll fuck you and you’re practically creaming… Moaning like a bitch in heat just because someone’s giving you head.”

He’s trying to sound condescending but he’s failing—Jimin moaned just as badly when you wrapped your pretty mouth around him and he had a hard time stopping himself from coming. You don’t seem to notice though, you sound too busy crying out and holding onto the desk while he eats you from behind, showing you just how much he’s enjoying your taste. “Ah, fuck!” is all you can tell him, and that makes him laugh at you.

“Already speechless?” Jimin scoffs, letting go of one cheek so he can smack it, hard. “Fucking you dumb really won’t be a problem. So fucking needy.”

“Fuck me,” you plead all of sudden, voice so quiet he almost misses your request. It’s something he thought he was never going to hear from you, seeing as you are his employee and many things can go wrong.

“What was that?” he asks before biting into your cheek and moving down to your clit again, sucking on it.

“Please, fuck me, Jimin, please,” you correct yourself quickly. “I’ll do anything.”

“I’ll think about it,” he scoffs at you, licking a strip up to your entrance and then backing away. “Let me see you stuff your pussy on your own. Two fingers.”

You sneak your hand between the desk and your body, between your legs, and ease two fingers inside of you slowly. With a loud groan of his name, you start fingering yourself, and Jimin’s entranced by the sight of your pretty fingers disappearing into your heat, reappearing soaked, the sounds they make quickly filling the room.

“Needy fucking slut,” Jimin hisses the words at you with a loud spank to your ass cheek, one that makes you clench around your fingers. “What do you want?”

“Your dick, Jimin, please!” You have no problem pleading, and Jimin loves that. It gets his dick to twitch instantly, even though he’s sure you could ruin him with your words if you wanted to—you could get him to beg, too. “Please, fuck me…”

Jimin grabs your hand by the wrist and pulls it away from your pussy, but not to fuck you. No, he does it so he can start smacking your sopping cunt with the back of his palm, causing you to yelp and arch your back into him, clearly desperate for more. “Even a slap will do?” he snickers and smacks you again and again until it feels like his entire palm is drenched.

He sees your hole clenching and releasing, notices how you back your hips into him more and more, hears you repeating please over and over again, and it gets him just as desperate to feel you. Jimin’s doing the whole degradation thing to please you—he could have done with good plain old sex, so this is absolute torture for him too. You’re writhing under him, screaming his name, needing more, and he has to pretend he doesn’t want the same thing.

“Desperate whore!” he tells you before giving you another loud smack, his other hand grabbing your ass cheek. “Is this how you beg all men to fuck you? Just spread your cheeks for them, show them how wet and tight you are, and lure them in? Such a slut, you have to beg…”

“I am, Jimin, such a—fuck!—slut, I need you, fuck, please…” Your words come out in the form of cries, and Jimin wants you even more now, so he orders you, “Spread it all for me, come on, use your hands.”

You do as asked and grab your ass cheeks, spreading them open so Jimin can get an even better look at your pussy and see just how wet you are. He grabs his cock and rubs the tip against your clitoris, almost grunting because of how loudly you moan at the impact.

“Oh my God!” It sounds guttural now, fucked out, spent, and he loves it. He hasn’t even put it in yet, so he uses the chance to tease even more and rub his way up to your entrance and then back down again, spreading your pussy lips with his thick cockhead, enjoying your warmth.

With each slide up, Jimin’s cock gets coated even more, and you get even more frustrated, so you try to push your hips into him when he’s near your entrance, which earns your ass a slap from Jimin. “What are you trying to do, huh? Can’t fucking wait two minutes to get some dick? Here, have it.”

With that, he slides his cock into you with ease, bottoming out in a second. Jimin planned to start pounding into you mercilessly, and he is going to do it, but he first needs to get adjusted to the feeling of having your cunt around him. Otherwise, he’ll fill you with cum sooner than expected. “What a tight cunt,” he mumbles at you, hands gripping your hips as he stays lodged inside you.

All the teasing affected Jimin just as much as it did you, and his cock’s been leaking precum from the second he buried his nose in your pussy and ate it, trying to memorize how you taste and smell for all the lonely nights ahead. He’s definitely going to think about your juicy cunt later on, imagining he’ll get a chance to touch it, kiss it, fuck it again. So, he has to stay still for a while or he’ll absolutely lose it.

“Please, Jimin…” You’re the first to speak and it’s funny, because you beg right away shamelessly, so he can only scoff. That, in turn, makes you moan and arch your back into him.

“Please what?” he asks you as he pulls his cock almost all the way, the very tip of it barely an inch inside of you. Jimin decides to tease you just a tiny bit more before giving you both what you clearly need.

He gets the answer right away, which pleases him. You don’t mind your words and you’re not afraid to sound desperate. “Fuck me… Use me. Fuck. Me.”

“Full of cum?” Another question is accompanied by a movement of his hips, which now snap forward, allowing his cock to enter you all the way. There, it stays still until he hears your response. “Is that what you want, dummy? Get stuffed with cum?”

“Yes!” you whine, kicking your head back, face distorted in a frown. Jimin can’t get enough of you, he can’t stop staring at how gorgeous you look, especially with a cunt full of him. “I want it!”

“Say it then,” he coos, both hands sliding up your back and grabbing your hair, collecting it at the top of your head, which gets you to moan again. “Let me hear just how big of a slut you are for me…”

“Please, Jimin, fuck me full of cum,” you manage to mumble even when Jimin grabs all the hair with one hand, tugs at it, releasing it just enough to wrap it around his wrist. This way, he has way more leverage when he pulls, and that’s exactly what he wants. “Please, fuck me hard!”

That’s all it takes for his patience to run out. The very next second, Jimin starts pistoning into you, allowing you both to enjoy the friction his dick is causing in contact with your walls. You’re so ready for him, he feels it more with each thrust, and just wants to keep going forever.

“Fuck, Jimin, fuck!” After this, you can’t speak properly, and Jimin can’t tell if you’re moaning words or just making sounds of pleasure. Does it matter? He can’t think straight either, let alone talk to you and degrade you. He could, if you two were dating and he was used to how fucking exquisite you feel around him, but not now, not when this is probably the only time he’s going to get to sheathe his dick into you.

“What is it, baby?” The term he uses is not one you asked him to use, so he quickly pulls on your hair so hard you cry out. But, you push your hips backward even further, which tells Jimin you love it. “Finally happy to get dicked down?”

“Yes, y-you have no, fuck, no idea,” you grunt, fingers clawing his desk. “More, please.”

“Harder?” Jimin asks and feels his cock twitch at the thought. You want to be fucked real hard then, and he’s a fan of that. Rough throat-fucking? He’s not that big of a fan, always scared of hurting the person on the receiving end. But, rough sex? Getting to slam himself into you over and over again so hard you can both only moan? Sounds perfect. “Is that what my little slut wants?”

“Yes, yes,” you repeat over and over again, going as far as to lift one leg up on the desk at a 90-degree angle, allowing him better access. “Please.”

Jimin smacks your ass a couple of times for good measure, admiring the view for a while before he goes back to fucking you. One hand continues pulling on your hair while the other grabs your hip for support. The next second, he starts pounding into you from behind so fast the desk moves a bit forward with every thrust, the sounds of skin hitting skin fast making it almost impossible for Jimin to discern your words.

You sound perfect when you beg him and moan his name, but you sound even better when your words aren’t even coherent, when you’re letting Jimin know he’s fucking you so well you can’t even speak. There’s nothing he enjoys more than knowing he’s fucked someone dumb. The feeling just gets better when it’s you he’s fucking.

“Fuck, you take dick well,” Jimin manages to mutter in between sharp thrusts. His hips continue slamming into yours, thighs smacking into you, causing you to bump into the desk, but you probably don’t even feel the pain right now—you’re crying out in pleasure for him, completely focused on the way his cock is making you feel, at least that’s what he thinks and feels. “Letting me fuck you like this, where anyone can walk in and see you spreading your legs for me…”

He doesn’t care that he’s at work, that you two definitely shouldn’t be doing this, or that you’re the employee here. All Jimin can think about is that you’re letting him fuck you like this, take you however he wants to, and that you like it as much as he does. What else is there, anyway? You’re both adults who are obviously horny for each other and more than capable of pleasuring the other.

“Yes, Ji—fuck! There, there,” you cry out as you reach back and place your hand over his, which is still holding onto your hip for support.

When Jimin feels your warm touch, he goes wild and even surprises himself. He just wants to make you come, make you feel the way he’s wanted to for the longest time, wants you to come back for him because he’s always ready to give it to you. At that point, he’s not sure how he doesn’t blow his load into you—it may be the fact that he’s solely focused on hitting the spot that you like over and over again, as fast and hard as he can go, already feeling his thighs tightening. But, he can’t stop, not now. “You’re gonna come for me? All it takes is a little bit of cock and you’re creaming and crying like a slut.”

“Such a slut,” you repeat, sounding drunk, which makes Jimin feel proud. He’s fucked you almost dumb, speechless, body relaxing under him—a sign for him to go even harder and keep filling your cunt full of dick.

The faster he goes, the louder you moan until your entire body starts writhing, back arching and stopping in place, a scream leaving your mouth, letting Jimin know you’re coming for him.

“Jimin, Jimin, fuck, ah!” Your hand grips his harder as waves of pleasure ripple through your body, ending up in your crotch. Jimin stops moving immediately, letting your walls flutter around him, clenching and releasing as you scream out his name again, and it feels divine.

“Feel so fucking good,” he tells you, still buried in you to the hilt, letting you pulsate around him. “Such a good little slut…”

“God…” You sound breathless, voice almost gone. “You’re so… Fuck… Amazing. Such a good dick. Hard… Could stay like this forever.”

Jimin enjoys the sudden change in behavior, all the compliments you’re giving him, seemingly forgetting about your wish to be degraded, which doesn’t include any of what you’re saying right now. So, he lets go of your hair and leans in to pepper kisses along your shoulder up to your neck and the side of your face. “You feel amazing,” he says, sucking on your skin. “So warm and tight and soft and tasty… Perfect.”

Softly, he starts moving again, cock moving back an inch or two and then all the way in again, just enough for your walls to pull his skin back and get him off. Jimin can feel you’re already swollen and he’s not exactly surprised—he can’t remember ever fucking someone this hard. He’s sure your hips and thigh will bruise later today, too. He wasn’t exactly careful about that, but it’s not his fault. In fact, both of you acted mindlessly around each other, not thinking about a single consequence.

You’re awfully quiet now as you come off your high and let Jimin fuck into you gently and kiss his way up to your face. The closer he gets to you, the better he can hear your soft breathing, enjoying the shimmer of sweat along your skin and the way you shudder after each soft kiss he gives it.

You’re like putty in his hands in a completely different way than earlier, when you wanted to be used like you meant nothing. Now, you’re letting him treat you right, and Jimin might actually prefer this. “So pretty… Sound perfect when you come for me… Could keep fucking you for hours like this.”

“I really wish you would,” you breathe the words out and move your leg back down on the floor, returning it to its original position, which still allows Jimin to enter you fully.

Jimin does, but slowly, his hands moving to your front, one grabbing your breast, the other wrapped around your stomach. Every part of you he touches feels perfect, fits in his palms just right, and he never wants to stop touching you. The only reason Jimin does this is to keep you close to him, feel your body pressed into his, even though he’s still wearing his stupid button-up and can’t get more skin-on-skin contact right now.

Still, Jimin can feel your warmth through the material, so he fucks into you a while longer, enjoying the feeling of you all around him. He’s wanted this for such a long time, and now that he has it, he wants to memorize every single detail, live through it right, make a memory.

“I don’t want to stop,” Jimin admits, even though his orgasm is approaching—he can feel it building up, and he knows he’ll come undone in a couple of seconds. “Just want to keep fucking you and touching you…”

You place your hands over his own, pressing them further into you, as you kick your head back and rest it on Jimin’s shoulder. “Come on… Give it to me,” you giggle, sounding like you’re almost teasing him now, like you’re enjoying the sudden shift in the mood and the way Jimin’s treating you. “I want to feel it.”

“Oh, you will,” Jimin scoffs and wraps his hands around you tighter, speeding up his movements just a bit, enough to send himself over the edge. The second the first spurt of cum shoots out of his cock, he moans your name loudly, the side of his face pressed into the side of yours, both sweaty and panting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Take it!”

“Jimin…” The fact that you’re moaning while he’s coming just makes him come harder, ropes of white coating your walls as he fucks you, giving you his all.

“So warm, fuck, baby, just for me,” Jimin moans against the skin of your neck, clearly relaxing a bit too much, but he can’t help it. His mind is completely blank, and all he focuses on is you—the way you smell, how warm your pussy is, how amazing it feels to have you in his arms, how soft your cheek feels pressed against his… It’s all perfection, every single detail, and he doesn’t want to pull out, not even after the very last drop of cum is out, not when he starts getting soft.

However, he has to. As soon as the post-orgasm bliss is over, Jimin realizes he’s your boss and he still needs to be somewhat professional. Letting himself go this way isn’t like him, but he’s done it now, and you’re probably going to have to have a talk now, one he dreads. If you set boundaries, you two are never going to do this again.

Jimin pulls out of you after placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, grabbing the wipes off his desk so he can stop the cum from spilling out of you and onto your skin and the floor. You stay leaned against the desk as Jimin cleans you up slowly, taking his time, enjoying the view one last time.

“Thanks,” you tell him once he pulls away from your body, happy with his work. As you push yourself off the desk, Jimin realizes your makeup is smeared, so he leans in and grabs another wipe. One of his hands grabs your chin and holds it in place while he cleans your cheeks and undereye, making sure he gets all of it off before you leave the room, before someone notices that you’ve been fucked so good you cried.

The moment is weirdly intimate, more than everything you’ve just done, and Jimin takes a second to enjoy it, his eyes locking with yours once he’s done. You both smile at each other and Jimin, against his better judgment, pecks your pretty little mouth. He wants you again, but it’s a thought he has to shake off, so he suggests, “Let’s get dressed, hm?”

A couple of minutes later, you’re both fully dressed, an awkward silence ensuing as Jimin isn’t sure what to say. You, however, go back to being yourself, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he hears you speak up, “Thanks for, uh, the experience. I know you’re probably freaking out about all of this, seeing as you’re all prim and proper, but we did nothing wrong. You being my boss has nothing to do with this, and it hasn’t influenced my decision to sleep with you in any way. I just wanted to.”

“Oh… Okay,” Jimin clears his throat and sits down at his desk, the one he’s just defiled with you. How is he ever going to work here without thinking about railing you on it? He’s thankful for you saying this, and he’s not sure how to explain just how much. “I am happy to hear that. I wanted to, too. Really.”

“Good,” you grin and tap your fingers against the desk with a sigh. “Listen, since you’re the manager here and I’m sure you’ll feel bad about sleeping with me as an employee, maybe you can… Book an appointment next time.”

“Book a— Really?” Jimin shakes his head with a scoff. Are you implying he should pay you for sex? Or are you telling him you no longer want to fuck him like this? This was the last thing he expected from you.

He’s confused, which you can read off his face, judging by the loud chuckle you let out. “Relax. I mean, even managers have needs, and there’s no rule against managers booking a service. So, there’s a loophole there, I guess.”

“I see,” he nods, still thinking about it. Is there something in the rules saying he can’t book a service here? Taehyung got a blowjob from one of the workers and he didn’t get fired. But then again, Taehyung just words here—Jimin runs the whole place. Still, why couldn’t Jimin do the same? He was an employee, too. “I’ll look into that loophole.”

You nod and walk to the door, stopping right before turning the doorknob. Jimin watches you give him a look over your shoulder, one that causes him to smile—the smirk tells him you’re up to something, as always. “Or, you know, we can just fuck outside of House of Lust and keep work separate. Wouldn’t want a nice guy like you to break any more rules for me.”

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