SUPERIORITY - PJM

SUPERIORITY - PJM

top employee park jimin, snagged the promotion you were after. now he finally had the power to put you in your place.

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 2.9k

warnings/tags — office!au, coworkers!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, cussing (so much), reader got an attitude, power play-ish, semi-public, superiority kink, sexual tension, explicit smut, oral (m receiving), praise, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), penetrative sex, crying, breeding kink (a small one), creampie +more

a/n: repost with minor edits 😶

It was currently promotion season at the company you worked at. Only one role was up for grabs, and there were ten employees fighting for it.

Honestly, you weren’t too worried about losing. Most of the employees were nothing compared to you. You probably sound self-absorbed, but really, you were the only employee that was actually competent.

That was until, Mr Park Jimin, decided to run for the role.

You were both always at each other’s throats. For petty reasons, of course. It didn’t help that he was just as competent as you; always finishing his reports on time, carrying out tasks with utmost efficiency.

He was just like you.

So were you surprised when your boss decided to hand over the promotion to him?

Yes.

In fact, you were livid.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Jimin taunts you, shrugging his shoulders and turning away from you to revel in his success. You were beyond pissed, and his words were not helping you right now.

You storm into your boss’ office, silencing out the distant cheers of Jimin and his fellow co-workers congratulating him out in the hallway.

“I have been nothing but loyal to this God forsaken company. We both know you wouldn’t get shit done without me, so for you to go and promote a man with bullshit goals and an ass for a personality, says a lot.”

You were always a compliant person, but you were not a bitch. If you needed to say something, even if it was out of line, you’d say it.

Having defied your boss on so many occasions, he was used to your sudden outbursts and shrugged it off. “It’s a matter of who I think is best for the role. And I’ve decided that it’s Mr Park. I suggest you come to terms with that.”

You mentally curse and let out a huff, falling onto the seat opposite him. “Sir, you know this promotion meant everything..” you start, your voice now softer than what it was before. There was a hint of sympathy in the older man’s eyes, because really, you did do a lot for the company. You made huge renovations and carried out tons of projects to modernise the company and they were always successful.

But Park Jimin came around and outshone you,

“Whatever, is the all-employee vacation still going on?” The company vacation to Bali was the only thing keeping you from losing your sanity.

“About that..”

No..

“Our partners didn’t book you a ticket.”

No way this is happening right now.

“What?”

Your boss hesitates to explain himself, but one look at you, and he knew he had no choice.

“They claim to have forgotten to book your ticket. By the time they realised, it was too late, all the tickets were fully booked,” the older man was bracing himself for another outburst from you, but you forced yourself to stay put. “But you’ll be reimbursed for the whole trip.”

You scoff and pull yourself up from the seat, “Oh please, as if that’s supposed to make things better.” You say nothing more and turn on your heel to leave, slamming the door shut behind you and pacing towards your own office, disregarding the crowd surrounding Jimin.

Yeah, Jimin noticed the scowl on your face. It was the highlight of his day, and he just had the urge to rub a little more salt on your wound, so he quickly dismissed himself from his co-workers, following you into your office, and before you could shut the door on him, he put his arm through, sandwiching his arm between the door and the door frame.

You didn’t even realise Jimin was following you, so when you looked back, your irritation heightened.

“Why are you following me, Park? I’m sure you’ve got better things to do,” you mumble, walking over to sit behind your desk, trying to ignore the God-awful attractive man at your door.

“It’s rude not to congratulate your fellow co-workers when they get promoted. No wonder you didn’t get the role..” he mutters the last part under his breath, but your ears caught on quick, standing up from your seat and scrunching up a scrap piece of paper, throwing it at his annoyingly beautiful face, to which he caught with his speedy reflexes.

“You know what? Fuck you and your promotion! I’m sick and tired of your shit. All you do is sit on your ass like you own the fucking place,” you keep going, calling him out for tons of irrelevant things since you couldn’t exactly comment on his work. He was good at that.

“Get out of my office and have fun on your stupid vacation with the whores you call women.”

“Oh, you mean the vacation you didn’t get invited to?”

That was the first thing Jimin had said after your constant rambling. He seriously had nothing else to comment on?

“Didn’t get invited to? I got invited, they just forgot to book my ticket..”

Jimin let out a sarcastic laugh, finally welcoming himself into your office and making himself comfortable on the seat opposite you. “Yeah, ‘forgot.’ You got kicked off the list because.. well, let’s be real, you’re not exactly the easiest to be around.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Because you’re so uptight.”

You’ve heard the term be thrown around at you in the workplace, but you didn’t think too much of it. You took it as more of a positive characteristic rather than an insult.

“Well, someone needs to be there to keep you guys in check—”

“—you see, that’s where you’re wrong.” The baritone of his voice had dropped profusely, and the moment he stood up to approach you, an alarmed look was painted across your face.

“I don’t know who gave you the right to disrespect not only your co-workers, but also our boss. I don’t know why he even lets you talk to him like that. He should’ve fired you by now.”

Jimin’s form was unprecedentedly close to you, and you needed to make a move now before he trapped you in your seat.

Pulling yourself up off your chair, you’re now standing chest-to-chest with the man, your head tilted up towards his face, seeming as if you weren’t scared of him. “Fuck off, Jimin. The last thing I need is you all up in my face and sticking your nose into shit that doesn’t concern you. I keep this team on its feet, I doubt you..” you pause, using your index finger to poke harshly at his built chest, “..Could do a better job.”

You barely did anything to provoke him, but now he was getting mad. His eyes glanced down at his chest, watching your finger poke him repeatedly until he grabbed ahold of your wrist. “With the promotion in my hands, you’re basically under my management, so I suggest cutting down on the back talk. That shit doesn’t fly with me.”

The anger you were exuding could be felt surrounding the both of you, it felt almost suffocating, but you were too blind-sighted to say anything about it.

“Or what, Jimin? I don’t care about your position in this business, I will never take orders from you. Now get the fuck out of my office,” your tone was harsh as you pushed him away from you, causing him to bump into your desk.

Jimin bit harshly on his bottom lip, trying to keep control of his anger, but your attitude was pissing him off more than it ever had before.

And seeing you so mad left the blood in his body rushing to his dick.

You’re about to turn away from him, but his quick movements deemed that to be impossible, now having you in his hold, arm wrapped securely around your waist and switching positions with you. Your lower back was pressed up against the edge of your desk, the hard surface searing into you and making you wince.

Before you could retaliate or question what he was doing, Jimin had cupped your jaw with one hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“If you even think for once, you’ll be getting away with throwing your little attitude around, you’re wrong.”

Your body tensed in his hold, suddenly hyper-aware of what was happening right now, but you didn’t do anything to stop him. The pool of heat between your legs grew profusely as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut, but Jimin was perceptive.

He pulled you off the desk to stand in front of him before taking a step back and analysing you.

“Such a pretty face, gorgeous body. Too bad it’s paired with that foul mouth,” he scolds you, approaching your now timid form and reaching his hands out to unbutton your white blouse slowly. “Don’t deny it; you’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?”

Of course you have. Any normal person would think about fucking their hot co-worker, now matter how they felt towards them.

“Fuck you..” Your breath hitches in your throat, feeling the cold air brush over your exposed chest. Your tits were sitting clad and pretty beneath your black bra, looking oh-so-enticing.

Jimin seemed unconvinced and merely shrugged, tracing his finger down between the lining of your cleavage with an astounding smirk. “Bet I could fuck the uptightness out of you, huh?”

Your silence spoke volumes.

“Before you start running your mouth again..” he starts, taking a couple steps back until he falls onto your seat. “..let’s put that foul mouth of yours to good use.”

His hands drop down to his belt, skilfully undoing the loops and pulling his black slacks down. He spread his legs apart to make room for you to sit in between them, and when he noticed that you were still standing in the same spot, he scowled. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, Miss L/N.”

Jimin’s tone was condescending, and you had to resist the urge to curse him out then and there, however your legs were moving on their own, approaching his Godly form and standing between his legs.

Your compliance was something Jimin adored. You were a handful, but you always followed instructions from higher ups because you got off on workplace validation.

You immediately fall to your knees, your fingers hooking between the waistband of his boxers and pulling the article down to free the growing hard-on he was sporting. Your hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean forward to lick a long stripe up to his tip, meeting his tantalising gaze.

“Hm, your pretty lips will have to try harder than that.”

“Fucking unfeasible,” you mutter under your breath, your mouth instinctively falling open and letting the tip of his cock fall flat against your salivating tongue as you readjusted your position, pulling yourself closer between his legs.

One quick glance up at Jimin, and you wasted no time closing her lips around his leaking tip and sinking your mouth further down around his cock, clearly struggling to take him whole, but you did what you could.

"See that's much better. You're trying so hard to suck me off, but it's too much isn't it?" Jimin brags with a shit-eating grin.

You were drawing out soft moans from him whilst his hand rested at the back of your head, almost guiding you. "Fuck, just like that baby. Keep doing that for me."

Even though he was messing with you, his praise was going a long way, urging you to give him everything and more. You pulled away from him with a frown on your face, leaving his cock standing tall and hard before leaning in again and using your tongue to land small kitten licks over his throbbing tip.

Your hands were gripping tightly at his thighs, nails digging into his skin as your lips parted once again, sinking down on him deeper than before. Your breath hitched as soon as you felt him hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, but you didn’t pull away.

"Holy shit—" Jimin's voice cracks in a moan, "Should have had you doing this sooner, you sound so perfect with my cock down your throat. Who would have known that smart-ass mouth would be so good at taking cock."

He keeps talking, praising you between moans at the feeling, hands brushing your hair out of your face so he could watch you work between his legs.

His cock was throbbing incessantly as you continued to suck him off, a stringy mess of precum and saliva dripping down the side of your lip. The messy sight of you between his legs prompted him to fuck into your mouth, pushing his cock down the tight space of your throat and he almost came.

“Shit— shit—!” Jimin quickly pulled his hips away from you, leaving your mouth empty, and you gasping and spluttering on the floor.

“What the hell?!” you exclaim, looking up at the man who’s hips seemed to be stuttering in the chair. You bring your hands up to the side of your lip, wiping off any excess saliva.

Jimin had no time to speak. He was going through what felt like the 5 stages of grief, postponing his own orgasm. Delaying his climax only frustrated him, but he did what he had to do; grabbing your arm and pulling you up onto your feet, shoving you against the glass desk.

“As much as I wanna cum down your throat, I’d rather help myself and finish inside of you..” he says, rolling your skirt above your hips and pushing your panties to the side, wallowing in the sight of your drenched cunt.

“Shameless whore.”

You felt yourself clench at his degrading words, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you spread your legs apart, trying to make room for him to stand between them.

“You think just cause you have a higher position than me, you can fuck me whenever you please?” you scoff, but even then, you’re still edging yourself towards the edge of the desk, wanting him to fill you up.

“I don’t see you stopping me.”

Jimin wrapped his hands around his length, pumping himself in his fist a couple times as he eyed the slick running between your folds. All he could think about was how desperate he was to stuff you full of his cock, make you cry on him and leave you dripping for days.

And he was gonna make that happen.

Taking a couple steps forward, he ran his tip between your folds, relishing how easily you coated his cock with your arousal, and that helped him to plunge into you with ease.

At first glance, you were evidently in pain, shock even. A mixture of both, but as soon as he started to move, all that seemed to disappear. Pleasure was washing over your body, your bones going weak each time Jimin thrusted into you, his pace rough and relentless.

“Too much, Jimin—!” your moans come out breathless, throat going dry from how long you’d kept your mouth open the moment he left it empty.

“This isn’t too much. Little Miss Y/N will take what she’s given,” he grits, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder and the slight change of mission made a pretty big difference.

You swore you could feel him all up in your guts, your walls greedily clenching around him, making him groan.

Jimin chuckled, “Gonna flood your cunt with my load.. dumb you out to the point where my cock is all you can think about,” he goes on, his deceitful words making your pussy flutter brazenly around him. “Fuck, I felt that,” he quips, his dashing smile on show as his grip around your legs tightened, hips aggressively snapping against your used cunt.

“Gonna fuck this pussy so good.. maybe if I fuck my kids into you, you’ll have no choice but to listen to me,” Jimin seethes, feeling his cock throb inside of you each time you cried out his name.

“God, you’re such an asshole!” you cry out, letting out a sliver of a moan which completely went against your words.

The man smirks, lightly slapping you across your cheek and grabbing ahold of your jaw, “Let’s hope our kids get your good looks rather than your foul mouth.”

He releases you from his grip, letting your head fall back against the desk as he continued to mercilessly fuck not you. Your body was growing weak with each passing second and your mind was running laps wondering what the hell you were doing, letting him have his way with you.

Deep down, you’d been wanting this ever since he arrived.

“Come on, Y/N, cum all over my cock like you were made for it,” he taunts you, again and again, his pace becoming sloppy indicating he was close.

Your mind was becoming fuzzy and all of a sudden your senses had heightened, your orgasm catching you by surprise and completely dragging you away from reality.

It felt like ecstasy; your eyes fluttering shut as you mindlessly creamed his cock, Jimin following right after and spilling his load into the warmth of your cunt with a low groan.

He relished in the fucked out sight of you, your hard, powerful demeanour, now the complete opposite. It made him feel proud in a sense, having finally been able to break you down with just his cock.

You were the same as his ‘whores’.

You’d have to get used to the inferiority from now on.

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Strangers (Chapter Four)

Strangers from Hell AU

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pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence, allusion to torture, blood and injuries (will update as needed)

word count: 4.3k words

The sun beat down on you as you walked along the beach, the sand between your toes as a tidal wave came in and washed them. You gasped as you spotted a ghost crab hole appearing.

“Dad, look! Another one!” You exclaimed, pointing at it and turning around to look at your father. He came up beside you, kneeling closer to your height.

“Good catch, kiddo.” His voice echoed in your ears. You had lost count of how many of these burrows you had found, but your dad seemed to never get tired of you pointing them out. If he regretted teaching you about them while you were still so young and excitable, he never showed it.

You knelt down and started scooping some of the wet sand to build something - you weren’t sure what yet. Your father stood up, patting your head affectionately as you worked. “I’m gonna go for a dip. I’ll be right back.”

You huffed angrily as a wave destroyed your sandcastle a third time in a row. Abandoning the impossible project, you turned around to look back at the water. You spotted your dad pretty far out, much further than you would ever dare to go. He was bobbing along the big waves and when he caught you looking at him, he smiled widely and waved.

You watched him for a while before you noticed a giant wave approaching him. It was bigger than any wave you’ve ever seen before. Even from where you sat safe on the sand, it scared you. You begin waving your arms and screaming for your dad’s attention and when you finally got it, he just gave you another clueless grin.

It all happened so quickly. The huge wave washed over and took your father with it, completely catching him by surprise. You watched helplessly from the shore, waiting for him to resurface but he never did. You were numb to the tears falling down your cheeks as wave after wave washed over your feet, burying them deeper into the sand as if trying to drag you in as well.

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summary: jungkook has commitment issues when it came to love and you are always ready to fall in love. you two want to be loved, and you’re ready to attach yourself but that’s what scares jungkook and he finally confronts all his fears.

genre: smut, angst | friends to lovers au | fratboy!kook x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: daddy issues lol, unprotected sex (don’t ever do that pls), cunnilingus, unhealthy coping mechanisms, squirting, overstimulation, fingering, public sex (sort of), exhibitionist kink (if you squint), praising, desperate kook, needy kook, jealousy, insecurities, crying scenes, emotional outbursts

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SEX FOR HOMEWORK

synopsis. he chuckles at how wet you are, how sensitive you are. “you’re so cute, class president, acting like you don’t like what i’m doing to you.”

pairing. yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!virgin!reader.

word count. 3.4k

warnings. NONCON SMUT (fingering/foreplay, more smut in later parts). noncon touching. blackmailing. degredation. sex in a public area (aka the classroom). forced begging. bondage. hair pulling. yandere themes. taehyung’s flirty and mean but we like it that way yk. 

part (1) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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of course you had to be paired with him. 

it seemed like your history teacher loved throwing challenges your way, ending the grading period with a project and purposefully pairing you with kim taehyung. rich, egotistical, class clown, kim taehyung. of course it’s logical to put the class president with him, the class president who has to deal with his daily teasing and flirty comments. of course.

and of course, he’s thirty minutes late. 

it’s long past the end of the school day and the classroom is empty. the teacher trusted the two of you (okay, mainly only you) to lock up her class after borrowing it, though taehyung happily snatched the keys and said that he’ll keep them so you won’t have to worry about losing them (and for that reason, you worried even more). you sit at your desk in the front row, scowl growing bigger and bigger with each tick of the ugly clock. you try not to pay too much attention to it, constantly refocusing on the clicking of your laptop as you type away at the keyboard. you’re beyond irritated; you have two tests, an essay due, and a student council meeting tomorrow. jimin assigned you to do some research, and if you didn’t get that done, you’d surely let him down (even though he’d hide his dissapointment with a smile). you scream in your head at the thought. blame it on kim taehyung, you think, who’s still not here thirty-three minutes after the promised time. 

“class! president!”

thirty-four.

you don’t look back to him, just continue to watch the words form on the document of your screen, fingers never slowing one bit. you hear the door slide shut and click, and his pricey shoes tap at the floor as he walks closer. “sorry, had something to do,” he says, his low voice echoing off the walls. you can tell that he’s got on a friendly box-like smile that borders on sheepish; the same one that he would give when he asked his teacher to forgive him for being reckless with his devious pranks, or when he told his group members that he forgot to do his part of the assignment. “ran here knowing that you’d be waiting for me, my beautiful class president.”

“what could you possibly be doing for thirty four minutes,” you ask (it’s not really a question; it’s more of a statement that emphasizes your annoyance). you ignore his remark. it’s something you’re used to.

he laughs, as your attitude is something he’s used to as well. “because i’d like to preserve my reputation, i’ll give you the grace of not knowing.” 

he’s in front of your desk now. your eyes look up at him, observing any hints that could possibly give you an idea of what was so important that he had to waste your time. but he looks normal. normal, as in his handsome self; perfectly messy black hair, beautiful eyes, honey skin that’s tan from baseball practices. his crisp school uniform wraps his tall figure, and his blazer is casually unbuttoned (unlike yours). his loose tie could be done better, but you weren’t going to fix it for him. you accidentally glance at his crotch that’s eye level with you.

“want a picture so it’ll last?”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, then you narrow your eyes when taehyung gives a wink. “just get started already,” you grumble with an eye roll, “we only have forty-five minutes left since someone ditched on the first half hour.”

he clasps his hands together like a prayer and squeezes his eyes shut, pouting, “awe, i’m sorry! really, it won’t happen again!”

“there won’t be an ‘again’. just get the poster paper at the front, taehyung.”

he sends you an overdramatic salute and sets his backpack down, then walks to grab at the stack of posters under the chalkboard. 

“i’m almost finished with the research, we just have to transfer all the information onto the poster. and all the printed images are in my folder. and don’t forget that this has to all be in pen, taehyung, so…”

your voice trails off when he puts the poster on the large desk at the front of the room before slumping onto the teacher’s chair. it’s a cushioned rolling one, and it seems relaxing to sit in, unlike your stiff student seat (you can tell by the way he leans back with a sigh). 

you stare at him. “… what are you doing?”

“hm? oh, i’m sitting down.”

“no,” you say, frustrated, “you’re not supposed to be sitting at mrs. yoo’s desk… you know she doesn’t like that.” he should know, cause he’s been scolded too many times to be oblivious.

taehyung scoffs and puts his hands up in a shrug. “she’s not here. it’s just the two of us.” his palms go to rest at the back of his head. he looks far too comfortable. might as well kick his feet up. “and this is the only desk that’s large enough to put the paper on. it’s not our fault that yoo’s a nit-picky teacher.” your lips purse into a firm line at taehyung calling mrs. yoo informally. he swivels around like a bored child waiting for ice cream. when he notices you not following, he motions for you to come. “thought we were working together, no?”

it’s your turn to scoff. “the fact that i already did seventy-five percent of the work should give you an answer.” 

you clearly want to stay in your seat, but after he complains some more about how nice the chair feels and how far away you are, you internally groan and stand up. there’s another smile on his face, but it’s one of satisfaction; one that appears when mrs. yoo gives in to his pleading (because no teacher would want to scold taehyung, whose family is practically a breathing bank for the administration), or when his classmates timidly accept his apologies. you grab your laptop and your bag as you walk to the large desk, pulling a chair with you along the way. then, you plop down on the (still rather stiff) seat, patting your almost knee-length skirt and continuing, “i shared the document with you, so you can start copying it down on the poster.” you open your laptop.

he doesn’t move, only looks down at your skirt with an amused stare. you glare at him. “taehyung, we really need to-”

“you wanna sit on my lap?”

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