dope!yoonmin

pain kink jimin goodbye

ok well here we go again

yoongi sat in his office, beyond frustrated with the amount of work laid out in front of him. he'd never wanted to be a business man, but he felt obligated to live up to his father's dreams and take over the family business. so he did, landing himself neck deep in paper work and responsibility. he was angrily typing out an email to a potential partner, when a knock at his door pulled him away from his computer.

"come in," yoongi said, turning in his chair. in walked his new secretary, park jimin, with his glasses sat low on his nose and a stack of papers in his hand. he had his head down, as if he was afraid making eye contact would set him on fire.

"here's some more papers for you to sign, m-mr. min." jimin said, setting the papers on a clear space on yoongi's desk. yoongi looked the boy up and down and leant forward in his chair.

"jimin," yoongi said. jimin turned around to look at him, staring at his boss's hands rather than his face. "how old are you?"

"t-twenty one, sir." jimin looked up and yoongi smiled at him. jimin blushed and looked around awkwardly, backing towards the door. yoongi stood up and gestured towards the chair on the other side of his desk.

"sit down, i want to talk with you a second." jimin dropped his head and sat in the small, uncomfortable chair. yoongi sat back down and rested his chin on his hands, looking at the boy with scrutinizing eyes.

"only twenty-one, huh? why are you here then? shouldn't you be in college?" yoongi was genuinely interested, seeing as he'd heard great things about jimin and knew that he had all the potential to own his own business— one even more profitable than yoongi's.

"i can't afford it, sir. that's why i'm here. i-i should really get back to work now." jimin said quietly. he wasn't sure where the sudden interest in his life came from, but yoongi's intense stare was starting to make him uncomfortable. yoongi huffed in annoyance and jimin then remembered something the other secretary had told him on the first day: yoongi doesn't like asking for help. always ask him if there's anything you can do for him. "b-but i there anything i can do for you before i go back to filing?"

yoongi smiled and stood up, dusting off his jacket."i'm glad you asked." he walked over to his office door and shut it softly. jimin's eyes widened as yoongi walked towards him slowly. yoongi pushed some of the papers on his desk to the side and sat down in front of him. "tell me, are you a virgin, jimin?"

jimin squeaked in surprise and looked out the large window in yo

ongi's office. "i-isn't that kind of personal, sir?" jimin's cheeks were flaming with heat, and he clenched his hands into fists.

"i'm your boss, you have to answer me." yoongi and jimin both knew this wasn't true, but jimin's guard was slowly melting under yoongi's stare. jimin swallowed thickly and shook his head, making yoongi grin. yoongi leant forward and rested his hands on jimin's thighs. jimin's breath caught in his throat as yoongi whispered in his ear. "how do you feel about taking an early lunch?"

"i-is that supposed to be a euphemism?" jimin muttered, still staring out the window. yoongi grabbed onto jimin's chin and pulled his face towards him.

"only if you want it to be." jimin was smart, he knew where this was going, so instead of being awkward he decided to just go with the flow. he reached his hands up and put them on yoongi's thighs, and the older boy smiled. "that's what i thought." yoongi pulled jimin out of his chair and brought his lips down onto his own. jimin grabbed onto yoongi's neck and poked his tongue gently onto yoongi's bottom lip.

"there's one thing you need to know, park jimin." yoongi said as he pulled off jimin's glasses and lanyard. jimin hummed and yoongi pulled back from him, making jimin look into his eyes. "i am the boss of you. everything i say goes."

jimin nodded and yoongi grabbed onto his tie, pulling him back towards him. yoongi quickly undid the buttons of jimin's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. jimin shivered and reached for the button of yoongi's suit jacket. before he could yoongi grabbed onto his hands and leant back again. "wait just a second."

yoongi stood up and pushed all the papers off his desk, leaving a mess on the floor. jimin watched at yoongi took off his suit jacket and threw it onto his chair. yoongi patted to desk and jimin looked at him for a second before sitting on the desk in front of yoongi. yoongi pushed jimin's legs apart and stood between them so he could have better access to jimin's neck. he leant down and pressed his mouth to jimin's collarbones, and the younger boy looped his fingers through yoongi's belt loops.

yoongi pulled away from jimin, looking down at the bruise forming on his collarbone. yoongi looked down at jimin, who was trying to sneakily undo his belt. yoongi pushed jimin backwards so his back hit the desk with a thump. jimin bit his lip and yoongi had thought for a second that he'd hurt the younger boy, but jimin wrapped his legs around yoongi's thighs and pulled him down on top of him. yoongi landed on top of him, his ear close to jimin's mouth. "do it again."

yoongi looked at jimin, unsure of wha he meant. then he realized, as jimin bumped his head on the desk slightly, that his secretary had a pain kink. "holy shit." yoongi attacked jimin's neck with his mouth and the younger fiddled with the buttons of yoongi's shirt. yoongi reached between them and rubbed jimin's crotch with his hand, and jimin moaned quietly. yoongi pressed his hand over jimin's mouth and stopped moving his hand. "you have to be quiet."

"it's not my fault you wanted to have sex on a desk!" jimin said against yoongi's hand. the older male rolled his eyes and continued to grind his hand against jimin's dick.

"don't pretend like you're not aroused by the fact we could get caught." yoongi said, kissing jimin's sternum. jimin let out a shaky breath and stayed quiet, still trying to unbutton yoongi's shirt. yoongi took his nails and dragged them gently down jimin's chest, and the red haired boy grabbed onto yoongi's sides with his hands. yoongi pulled jimin up into a sitting position and sat on his thighs.

jimin finally pushed of yoongi's shirt as yoongi undid his belt. yoongi slid the belt through his hands and looked jimin in the eyes. "tell me what you want me to do to you, jimin."

yoongi ran the belt through his hands the entire time jimin was talking. "i want you to f-fuck me on the desk." yoongi raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side.

"is that all? how utterly boring." yoongi dropped the belt onto the ground and sat himself fully on jimin's lap, moving his hips slowly. jimin breathed heavily and yoongi grabbed onto his neck, putting mouth close to jimin's ear. "is there anything else you'd like me to do?" yoongi kissed down jimin's neck and shoulder, all while dragging his finger nails up and down his back.

"i-i want you to hit me," jimin whispered, rolling his head onto yoongi's shoulders. yoongi planted one last kiss on jimin's shoulder before pushing his down onto the desk.

"that's all i wanted to hear." yoongi trailed his hands down jimin's chest and undid the button on his pants. yoongi kissed over jimin's clothed dick lightly and the younger boy rolled his hips upward. yoongi pushed jimin's hips down onto the desk and the younger boy whined under his breath. yoongi placed sloppy kisses on jimin's v-line and waist before pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift movement. jimin gasped as cold air hit his dick, and yoongi kissed around the base.

yoongi took jimin into his mouth and jimin moaned loudly before shoving his own hand in his mouth to quiet himself. yoongi pulled off of jimin and clucked his tongue. "i told you to stay quiet. if you do it again, i might have to spank you." jimin breathed in sharply at yoongi's threat and bit down on his hand. yoongi lowered onto jimin again and sucked him harshly, curling his tongue around jimin's painfully hard cock.

jimin bucked his hips upwards, his dick hitting the back of yoongi's throat. yoongi moaned quietly onto jimin's dick and the younger boy couldn't help but let out a low whine from the back of his throat. yoongi pulled away from jimin and shook his head. "well, looks like someone doesn't listen very well. time for your punishment."

yoongi pulled jimin off the desk and turned him around. jimin braced himself against desk, but yoongi pushed him down so he was laying flush against the wood.

"you're going to count with me, alright. and for every time you don't count, you get one more." jimin nodded and yoongi brought his hand down on his ass, and jimin flinched against the desk. for such a little person, yoongi was strong.

"one," jimin said quietly. yoongi hit him again and jimin moaned loudly in response. "two."

yoongi felt like he was enjoying hitting jimin too much, that the almost painful hard on he had was unjustifiable. that was until jimin groaned loudly, and yoongi felt like everyone in the office could hear them. jimin counted as yoongi hit him, each time the number coming out breathier as he experienced more and more pleasure.

yoongi hit jimin one last time and the red head moaned sinfully against the desk. yoongi reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube— he wasn't going to lie, he'd fucked another secretary on this desk, but he wasn't nearly as attractive as the one leant against it now. 

jimin gasped when he felt the cold liquid enter him, followed immediately by one of yoongi's fingers. yoongi used his free hand to caress jimin's bright red ass. "so pretty," he muttered.

jimin clenched his eyes closed as yoongi stretched him, trying not to moan loudly. yoongi pulled his fingers out and rubbed some of the lube on his dick before pushing into jimin slowly. he heard jimin stifle a moan and yoongi cursed under his breath.

yoongi pulled out of jimin slightly before slamming back in, and jimin couldn't stop the string of curse words that flowed out of him like a river. yoongi grabbed onto jimin's shoulders and dragged his hands down jimin's back.

bright red marks followed in yoongi's wake and jimin grabbed onto the desk tightly. "fuck, yoongi," jimin dropped his forehead onto the desk. "d-do it again."

yoongi grunted and pulled his nails down jimin's back again, making the younger boy cry out in pleasure. jimin slammed against the desk as yoongi thrusted in and out of him, and he knew there would be bruises on his hips and stomach from hitting the dense wood so many times.

jimin clenched around yoongi and the older boy moaned loudly and sunk his nails into jimin's shoulders. jimin yelled and yoongi slapped his back. "be quiet."

yoongi pushed himself into jimin as far as he could go, and jimin bit down on his hand as yoongi hit his prostate. yoongi reached his hand down and grabbed onto jimin's dick, pumping it in time with his thrusts. jimin put his head in his elbow and to stifle the moans and curses rolling off his tongue.

"y-yoongi, ah– i'm close-" yoongi dragged his nails down jimin's back and jimin came, moaning loudly as he released onto yoongi's hand. yoongi thrust into him faster, coming when he felt jimin clench around him.

"fuck," yoongi cursed, pulling out of jimin. jimin laid against the desk, his skin stuck to it with sweat. yoongi put his shirt and belt back on before picking jimin up off the desk and pulling up his pants.

jimin put his shirt back on and placed his glasses back on his nose. he looked at yoongi awkwardly, who was scooping up papers off the floor and setting them back on his desk.

"i guess i'll just go, then." jimin said, headed towards the door. he stopped when he heard yoongi cough from behind him.

"starting moday, park jimin, you'll be my personal assistant. your first task will be to sort through these papers." yoongi said. Jimin nodded and opened the door, and he blushed deeply when he heard what yoongi said after that. "and if you're good, maybe you'll get a reward."

"i look forward to it, mr. min." jimin said, nodding once at his boss before slipping out of his office. jimin sighed and sat down at his desk. he put his head in his hands and ran his fingers through the front of his hair. "i better get a raise for this."