Jimin.

Ah, ah, ah, fuck... Thighs clenching, I work myself up. Rolling and swirling, hips in a steady, yet deep wave. His hands grabs onto my waist, his calloused grip sure to leave bruises despite his number one rule against markings. I am guessing his level of irritation went up last night, not that I am complaining - the more aggravated he is, the more intense the sex is.

Y'all chatter about angry sex, I am gonna miss you sex, I've missed you sex, and all that other stuff, but ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the we are not suppose to be doing this sex. This hits different, this hits deeper, and god...far more pleasurable. We most definitely shouldn't be doing this, its out of line, and if Mr Kim finds out he will be furious, I would most likely loose my job, and everything that I have worked so hard for.

But I couldn't help it, or rather he, couldn't help it. The moment I walked right into his CEO's office, it was game over for me, for us. The moment his predatory hungry eyes had locked onto me, I couldn't resist it. He had bent me over his shiny expensive oakwood desk, and took me immediately, clothes barely off. We both knew we shouldn't, but something about it being prohibited always fueled my insides. This type of excitement that would take over my senses, heightening the experience further at the same time. Somehow it always felt better in hiding, to be in on such a pleasurable secret, just the two us. We thrived on it behind closed doors, always driving ours desires.

"You want it in your mouth, baby boy?" He husks behind me, not relenting in his punishing strokes, hitting my insides like I've been dreaming of for a while. I can barely form words at the pleasure, my open mouth closing, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. Fuck it feels so good, so good....

"You know I don't swallow on the job - ah." I let out in reply, moaning when his hand wraps around length. As much as I like the taste of him, it's barely midday, and I can't be eating cum on the clock. I smile as he grunts behind my neck, my mouth spilling with noises, when he increases his pace on both the back and the front.

I am right on his lap, his sweaty chest pressed to my equally sweaty back, knees bent on his office chair, both hands gripping the arm rests as I bounce on his juicy cock. It's the second around, the first one having been on his desk, right in front of his important documents, with my hands held behind my back, pants down my ankle, and his cock shoved deep in my hole, drilling, fuck, that felt so good.

"I am cumming." I cry out, just in time to splatter all over his hand, my hole clenching around his rubber covered length while I orgasm for the second time, a scream leaving my mouth at the sensation. I am glad his office is modelled like this, otherwise everyone would hear us going at it, and he wouldn't want that...

I collapse on his chest as he strokes into my sensitive hole, groaning and drawing whimpers from me as he takes the last of his powerful thrusts. "Fuuuck." He drawls out sexily as he fills the condom, the warmth seeping into my walls, hands tightening momentarily around me as he rides it out.

He leans back on the chair as well, visibly relived and satiated as I am. It's been a while since we did this, a month or so since I felt this good. Of course I have been with other people through that time period, but he is somehow the best dick I will always have. He is the only man who fucks me the way I want, the way he wants. The only man I would drop to my knees to on command, the only man I would ever ask to fuck me. The rest fall under my spell, always succumbing to my charm and charisma, and of course my body.

Yoongi is the only man who matches me, and I believe the opposite is true as well. I am the only man he'll get this good of an ass from, I am the only person who can ever fuck him like I do. The only person who hasn't fallen under his CEO facade. Groaning, I peel myself off his softening cock, my shaky, bare legs almost giving out when I stand on my feet. He smirks at me, taking off the condom and cleaning himself.

"Almost sucked my dick right in with your greedy hole." He cackles, obviously amusing himself. "Must have been so hungry for my cock, your screams probably leaked out of this room." He continues, leaning back, his naked perfect body on display. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I hate his cockiness, I hate him too. Might like his cock, but I hate the guy. Such a conceited jerk, entitled and annoying.

I roll my eyes, turning on my heels to use his little bathroom. I know he is watching, so I put little sway in my naked hips, purposefully bending over to pick my scattered clothes in his office. I look back as I enter the bathroom, just in time to see him sucking in a breath, his hand tightening his chair. Win.

I however grimace at the print on my hips, and the almost visible mark on my upper back. With a sigh, I clean myself up, wiping down traces of sex from my body before putting back on my clothes, shoes, and fixing my hair. I walk back into the room to see him up as well, fastening his belt over his trousers, naked torso still on display.

"You left marks you idiot." I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest. He smirks again, seemingly not bothered as he glances at me, all the way to my legs, and back. Checking out. "Scared your little boyfriend will get angry?" He teases, pulling a shirt over his head. He knows I don't do boyfriends, but other than that, he knows he shouldn't be leaving any traces on me, and vice versa.

"You know, maybe your starting to get attached, a little jealous of my next lay?" I tease back, to which he scoffs, seeking proper ventilation for the room still smelling of sex, of us. "Don't get your hopes up Park, I don't like you that much." He winks, sitting back in his chair once the windows, and the ceiling fans are fully set. Did I already tell you I hate him? Douche bag.

I met Yoongi a while ago, back when I wasn't even working for KSJ yet. I was still involved in entertainment nonetheless, and I had come across him at a party. I was among the crowd of others that had eyes glued on him, not necessarily a fan, but more intrigued at what kind of a man he was in bed. I couldn't help it back then, I was horny.

Anyway, he had caught onto one of my suggestive stares, returned it subtly, and soon after we were all over each other inside his car. It had been the start of one of my best nights. We exchanged numbers back then, but strangely for some reason, never actually called each other - despite me wanting to on days when the only thing that I thought could satisfy me was his huge cock. Instead we only met at these events, always ready for each other regardless of if we brought a date or not.

I would be bent over for him in a random room, heaped up into his arms in a locked bathroom, or just riding his cock at the back of his expensive cars. It would end quicker than I ever wanted despite the multiple orgasms that I would get in one sitting - Pun intended.

We hadn't seen each other for while since our last meeting, and when I found out we would be working with his company, I couldn't help the elation. I could barely stop my ass from clenching when he walked through our company doors the other day. I wanted him so bad, but we couldn't really, not with how fixed and strict everything seemed, so when I found the opportunity today, to come to BigHit, under business purposes from by boss, I leapt into it, leapt into more than that really.

"Mr Kim would like a report on these, by the end of the week..." I say as I slide out the documents from my bag that had been tucked safely on the couch, away from all the sex. "...he also wanted me to deliver these personally to you, and BigHit in general. It's an invitation to a party they are hosting in celebration of the partnership between us. He would really love it if you and the boys could attend, it's in celebration of them after all." He hums, nodding along, serious. The duality always baffles me.

"He would also like a feedback on that as well." I conclude, handing him over everything. "Alright, I'll discuss with the others and get back to him." He mumbles, skimming over the documents before putting them away.
I pull out my perfume, spraying a little over my clothes, my neck, and the area around me - that isn't infested with our scents anymore. He raises a brow, questioning.

"What! I don't want to smell like you." I defend.

"Whatever, get out of my office."

"With pleasure." I reply, slinging my bag, a little swing in my hips as I go. I look back to see him flipping me off, to which I smile, shrugging. "Already did."

Oh, we don't take offense on anything. He hates me as well, and makes sure to remind me of it, just as much as I remind him of my loath for him. Always hated my guts, and my inability to be moved or intimidated by the position he holds in the industry. He won't say it, but I know it nags at him that he is just another dick appointment to me, one of the numerous I have. Probably expecting different treatment than the others because of who is. Boy think again.... although, he probably gets it even if he doesn't know it. He is the only man I would ever allow to do anything they want, sexually that is, to me.

That's because he has a good dick.

My superiors wouldn't like it if they found out, especially my boss, Kim Seokjin. He has worked so hard for the project he has at hand right now, and news about things like sexual relations, with BigHit officials (especially the beloved Min Yoongi) that could potentially ruin the deal would not be appreciated.

You would think that is ridiculous, considering we are adults, and not directly in the limelight like their idols, and other stars, but it's the reality of the entertainment world that we live. Yoongi is still a celebrity. Young, handsome, and running a million dollar company at his age. Its got everyone on his tail, desperate to get a glimpse and scoop of him. I guess it's why my boss wouldn't like this, and Yoongi tries to keep it on the low as well.

If the world found out, it wouldn't be pretty for me, I just know I would be dubbed names. People already don't think highly of me because of how I look - pretty face. What more if they find out I am fucking Min Yoongi? I would probably be the slut who is seeking his money, and after his clout, which isn't true, well the money and clout thing at least. I am a slut, that I admit, but I am working for my money, never had a man give it to me, especially after fucking, and I am most definitely not after his clout, I don't even like attention that much.

Min Yoongi is just my fuck buddy, just like I am to him. The man simply has a magical cock, and fuck me if I don't hop on and take a good ride.

A knock sounds on the other side just as I reach for the knob, yanking open the door to be met with a boxy smile, one that turns into surprise as soon as we lock eyes. Taehyung is standing on the other side of Min Yoongi's office, now fidgeting with his hands, a blush creeping up his cheeks. Cute.

"Kim, what are you doing here?" I ask, a little surprised myself. He smiles, craning his neck slightly to peek at the inside of the office. "I came to see my brother, and my hyung." I narrow my eyes at him, not following. "...is Suga hyung in there?"

"Suga?" I question, smiling when Min Yoongi shows up at record speed, pulling open the door to show himself. He smiles at Taehyung, almost...gently?

Interesting.

Taehyung looks between us, and for a second I shift on my legs, a bit worried he can tell our ministrations from earlier. "I brought along some papers from the company." I answer his silent question, wanting to get the spotlight away from us. He nods, smiling at me.

"I didn't know Mr Min was your brother." I laugh a little, looking between them, still super surprised. Taehyung shakes his head, glancing over at Yoongi, who still has that gentle yet strange look in his eyes as he stares at the younger. "Oh no, Suga hyung is not my brother, Kim Namjoon is." He clarifies. This is even more interesting. The, Kim Namjoon? The tall hot muscle of a man that came to the company yesterday? That man? I would let him hit it for free, maybe Taehyung could connect me...

Yoongi must have seen the look in my eyes as he clears his throat, glancing at Taehyung. "You don't come around here often, is everything ok?" He asks the younger. "Everything is fine. I have a few hours off, and I wanted to have lunch with you and Hyung, if it's possible." He reveals, smiling.

"Of course it's possible, although Namjoon isn't here at the moment, he went out for some business, probably won't be back for a while." Taehyung deflates a bit, sighing out. "I guess I should have called." Somehow I am still here, listening in to the conversation between them. I am surprised they know each other, but more perplexed at the soft look Yoongi is giving the younger. I have never seen that on him, anywhere. It's almost like he is a different person, entirely.

More interesting.

"We could still have lunch, if you want, that is. We could go to that restaurant you like." Yoongi offers, showing off a small smile when the younger beams. "Really?"
"Yeah." Yoongi affirms.

Taehyung turns to me, glancing between us once more. "Can we go with Jimin, Hyung?" He asks abruptly. I glance at Yoongi, the older not sure as what to answer. We are not suppose to meddle in each other's personal lives, and by standing here, listening to this conversation I am already breaking that rule...

"That's ok Taehyung, I am not that hungry - "

"Please." He says, his smile dwindling just a little. He stares at his hyung once more, the black haired male still confused. I open my mouth to turn him down once more, but Yoongi beats me to it, surprising me with his words. "Join us, please." He says to me.

I narrow my eyes at him, unable to comprehend how easy that was, just a smile from the raven haired, and man already gives in.

Even more interesting...