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Jimin knew that his father’s employees didn’t like him. It wasn’t new information for anyone, Jimin and Jeongguk knew what they all thought about the CEO secretary being his son.
In a few years, the forty-three-year-old CEO, Jeon Jeongguk, wants to step down from his company, trusting completely that his son is the perfect choice for the replacement. All the staff around the building knew that Jimin would be bossing everyone as he pleases soon, that doesn’t make their liking any less negative. Gossip always goes around the building and always finds its way to Jimin, his close friends in the company always laugh about it but are completely oblivious to everything, just as the naive employees.
And even with the distaste, all of the higher-ups find a way to tell the board members how focused Jimin is, ‘how he will be a good CEO, staying every day overtime with his father, locked in the office to learn about the company’. Jimin could only laugh softly and appreciate the effort, even if their nights locked in the office the only learning made was how long he could gag around his father’s cock. Jimin loved how any of them were oblivious of the true nature of his job, and how his real title was stress-reliever.
Jeongguk took pride in his office, how all the walls were soundproofed and the camera in the room only had access from his personal computer, the floor to ceiling window, all in the way he ever wanted.
The glint in Jimin’s eyes when he watched the windows, locking the door before stripping completely naked, positioning himself near the windows. Loving being fucked against the cold glass, the lights from the smaller buildings all light up, some unaware could look up and see how good he was fucked, his small tits flushed against the glass, red from the cold touch and nipples rigid, mouth hanged open in pleasure, eyes crossed as his father thrust harder and harder.
But even with the rough fucking hours, Jeongguk was never late to anything. His secretary did his job right even while cockwarming. He takes Jimin everywhere he goes, truly to take advantage of being alone with his son. At home with his awfully clingy wife that never let them alone, he could never be close with Jimin. Their movie nights could never have cuddles since she always finds a way between them, saying they were already too close for her liking, Jeongguk wishes he could get rid of her, but the fear of backlash was bigger than the desire for a divorce.
What she doesn’t need to know is how he sneaks off the room every night when she’s fast asleep with the sleeping pills her doctor had prescribed for stress. How he enters their son’s room and fucks him until both pass out from cumming too hard.
Jeongguk always had his trusted employees closer to him. His driver was with him for years and was smart enough to know that he would be found in a ditch somewhere if he ever opened his mouth about what he hears and sees inside the car. Mouth closed more money in his bank account, it was a simple equation he liked to comply with.
That specific day, Jeongguk didn’t fuck Jimin in the ass crack of dawn, so his son was especially bratty. Jeongguk couldn’t handle any more of the silent treatment Jimin was giving to him, so with the last bit of patience, he reached Jimin and made the younger straddle him.
“Tell daddy why are you so bratty so early in the morning.” Jeongguk tried to be gentle.
Jimin pouted harder. “The fact that you don’t even know makes me even madder.”
“I couldn’t fuck you this night because your mother’s sleeping pills are over, I need to buy more for her.” He explained, trying to be logical with his son.
The blonde pouted even harder, cheeks flushed. “I will make storage of it so she doesn’t run out anymore. You know I get bratty if I don’t wake up with your cum in me daddy.”
Jeongguk groaned with the innocent way Jimin said those nasty words. Throwing his head back in the seat, he ran his hands through Jimin’s sides, stopping at his butt. “How can I make up for it?”
Jimin finally smiled, his arms no longer crossed, his hands on his father’s shoulders. He said nothing before looking outside, checking where they were. Stuck in traffic and not close at all from the company. He smiled mischievously, hands holding with more strength before he started moving his hips with purpose, going back and forth right on his dad’s cock, feeling it grow harder under his throbbing pussy.
Jeongguk only groaned and helped Jimin with his movements, before holding him in place. “Take your fucking pants off now.”
While Jimin fumbled with his slacks, Jeongguk only opened his and took his cock out, stroking it to full hardness, feeling observed. Jimin came back to sit on his lap, using only a red thong, that made Jeongguk moan when he saw the easy access opening right at his son’s pussy hole.
“You’re such a fucking slut.” He moaned while Jimin positioned his cock at his entrance and sat all the way down.
Jimin circled his hips a little, smirking with the hiss Jeongguk let out, “I’m your fucking slut at least.”
He didn’t waste time before starting to go up and down at his father’s cock. Both of them were so focused on their feelings that they forgot the partition they often rolled up.
Jeongguk opened his eyes at the right moment, the driver's eyes focused on them, arm moving at a fast pace. “You have an expectator baby, show him how good you are.”
Jimin shudders at the words, hips working faster with even more purpose than before, throwing his ass back and clenching his pussy around the big cock inside him. The moans louder, head thrown back with his eyes closed, the feeling of being observed being enough.
Jeongguk didn't last long with all Jimin was doing. The vision of his son being pornographic enough to make him cum inside the warm and wet pussy, making Jimin moan and cum hard, clenching and milking his father.
Minutes after they’re at the company, Jimin with red cheeks not daring looks at the general direction that the driver is in. Jeongguk laughs a bit when they’re out of the car, Jimin mumbling how embarrassed he was.
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Jeongguk doesn’t spare a glance to Jimin after the meeting of the day. He only commands him to cancel his daily schedule and to wait for further instructions. Jimin pouts but knows that his father is only stressed and mad, that Jimin didn’t do anything wrong, at that, Jimin was the only one that could lift his mood at least a bit.
So he does everything his dad said. He cancel all the other meetings and sent an extensive email about how Mr. Jeon wasn’t available for today and all questions should be sent to his email and would be answered in the next few days. Jimin knew that the email would be ignored, just as the others he sent were, so he was thrilled for anyone to come in and see him with his mouth full of his father.
When Jeongguk calls for him, he doesn’t wait a second before entering the office. His father is seated behind the big desk, the slicked back hair showed a few white streaks, slight expression lines only recognizable to those that looked for a long time, not everyone having that luxury, only Jimin at the times they cuddled close, afraid to let go. He doesn’t really look a day over thirty, but he has the aura of a fucking god. Jimin always thought he was lucky for being born in a good family, he was even luckier to have the father he had.
Jimin doesn’t stall his movements, going straight to his father, kneeling and positioning himself under the table, in between his dad’s open legs. He sat there, looking at his father's face through the small space between the desk and his toned body covered in a black suit.
Jeongguk sighs before looking down at his son, kneeled at his feet. “What a good boy, asking for permission to suck cock as if you’d care if I said no.”
Jimin frowned at his words. “I’m not a bad son, I’m here to better your mood, not to be punished.”
Jeongguk smiled a bit but rolled his eyes at Jimin's words, he knew that his son liked rough when he was in a bad mood. He wasn’t a saint ever. “Why are you talking so much slut? Start sucking me off, now.”
He was quick to undo the belt and the button and zipper from the pants, pulling it down only enough to free Jeongguk’s half hard cock and balls. Jimin’s mouth salivated only by seeing it, sucking his father’s cock being one of his favorite activities.
He stroked the cock until it was hard enough, he gave kittenish licks lapping up the precum at the tip, each lick it became a shade of red darker. He licked from the base to the tip, coming back to the base and sucking his father’s ballsack whole into his mouth, hearing him grunt made him suck harder. Leaving the balls he goes back to the now angry red cock, taking it in his mouth and sucking until it was down his throat. Jimin loved to flex the fact that he didn’t gag around any cock, but his father proved him wrong.
He kept the hard cock inside his mouth, breathing through his nose, in a small cockwarming moment, he traced the veins with his tongue, making swallowing movements with his throat, Jeongguk shuddered above him.
“Your mouth, princess, fuck” Jeongguk moans. “Sucking me in like a vacuum.”
Jimin sucks harder after that. Head bobbing back and forth, hands fondling the balls, spit running down his chin. When he was with his nose flushed against the trimmed pubic hair his dad has, knocks were heard. Jimin knew he wasn’t supposed to stop, having done that too many times before, the rumors were true after all.
Jeongguk said to whoever was there to come in, Jimin blocked all the sounds out, only focusing on sucking his dad off and on the vibrations his deep voice made. Jeongguk held Jimin’s head to keep him in place, Jimin did his best to not gag and make a sound while his father talked with the employee. But he knew that his efforts were in vain, the unknown man's steps were wobbly, too slow for someone who was unaware. As soon as the door shuts close, Jeongguk grabs Jimin by the hair and yanks him out from under the table.
Jimin smirks when he's bent over the ebony desk, face squished at the cold wood. He feels Jeongguk’s hands fumble over his dress pants, pulling it until it is pooled around Jimin’s ankles.
Smiling to the vision of the baby blue g-string his son was using, Jeongguk mused. “Let’s leave this one in place, okay princess?”
Jimin smirked, nodding his head and shuddering with the feeling of his dad's fingers running softly over the already wet blue fabric. “So wet for me. Did you get wet only by sucking cock?”
Jeongguk already knew the answer, his son being the biggest cocksucker he knew. He pulled the fabric to the side, looking intensely to the shining wet pussy his son presented to him.
Not wanting to wait anymore, Jeongguk entered his son's pussy in one languid move, until his pelvis was flushed against Jimin’s tanned bubble butt. Groaning with the warm wetness and the tightness, he started to thrust. Slow at first to enjoy the tight feeling around his cock, but not waiting too much before starting to pound, his balls slapping Jimin’s thick thighs, making the sound louder.
Jimin was trashing under Jeongguk, wanting to meet his thrusts halfway, it was making his dad even madder, so Jeongguk held his arms by the elbows behind his back.
“I thought you were an obedient whore, do I have to show you what happens to disobedient sluts?” Jeongguk asked, voice low and harsh.
Jimin nodded denying, “M-more daddy, just more!”
Jeongguk didn’t pull away, but pulled Jimin up by the arms, relocating them to the windows, Jimin’s cheeks flushed against the glass, even redder than before.
“Look how you clench around me, I bet you want the workers from the other building to look up and see you being fucked by your father.” Jeongguk said harshly.
Jimin moaned at the words, pussy clenching on its own.
“You’re the biggest slut I ever met.”
Jeongguk’s smartphone started to ring. He reached for it, not stopping the thrusts.
“Oh look, it’s your mother. Maybe we should let her know how much of a cockslut you are, fucking even your father because you can’t live without being fucked.”
Jeongguk accepted the call, putting the phone on his ear. Thrusting even harder, the squelching sounds louder. “Hi baby, what’s up.”
“Nothing much, just reviewing some papers, trying to relieve some stress.” Jeongguk reached for Jimin’s blouse, opening it to free the small tits covered by a bralette, his hand could grab all of it, he squeezed it hard, making Jimin mewl. “Yes, the stress balls you gave me help me a lot, you don’t need to worry about anything.”
Jeongguk started thrusting even harder than before, reaching Jimin’s cervix. When he realised what he had reached, he started to grind the cockhead against it, making Jimin wobbly. “So the swing classes are going well?” he hid a moan.
Jimin’s pussy was so good around him that he couldn’t focus on whatever bullshit his wife was talking about. Jimin reached down, starting to rub his sensitive clit, wanting to make Jeongguk even crazier with the clenches it gave him.
“Look, Hyunie, I need to go, something came up. Don’t wait for me and Jiminie for dinner okay?” He didn’t wait a second before turning off and throwing his phone somewhere in the room.
“What a slut, playing with his clit without permission.” Jeongguk growled, slapping Jimin’s hand away and starting to rub it himself.
With the stimulation, Jimin didn’t last long, cumming with long moans and tears, clenching hard down his father.
“F-fuck, you’re so tight.” Jeongguk moaned, thrusts uncoordinated, cumming not long after.
Jeongguk took them to the couch behind them, making Jimin lay down on top of him. They stayed there, cuddling in silence, trying to get their breaths back to normal.
“Why did you tell mom not to wait for us?” Jimin mumbled groggily.
Jeongguk laughed softly. “I need to fuck you more for my mood to get better, we’re going to a hotel and I will fuck you awake tomorrow. How you like it.”
Jimin smiled, turning his head to kiss his father softly. “Better fuck me harder.”
Jeongguk let a loud laugh out this time, smiling brightly at his perfect match. “You’re such a brat.”