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Min&Chan was the most famous law firm in Seoul, so naturally, plenty of people were trying to get their names on the wall. Even though I was now a managing partner, I still had cases to handle, a ton of other responsibilities, and the task of stirring up competition between the other partners. I didn't complain much though; part of the firm's success was based on that competition. We only hired the top graduates from Korea's best law school, and I personally conducted every interview. I pushed each candidate to their limits, and those who survived this tough race rose up in the firm and made a name for themselves, which in turn elevated Min&Chan's status. Because of this, no one could find a better place than Min&Chan, and they worked hard to get their name on the wall for less.
Even though my meeting with Hyundai Motor’s CEO, Kim Namjoon, had wrapped up late, instead of heading home to Park Jimin—whom I had met when he was an intern at Min&Chan and who, without us realizing, had become the love of my life—I had to go back to the office, located in one of the most stunning skyscrapers in Seoul. Since Jimin had left Min&Chan to pursue law school, our time together had become pretty limited.
There was hardly anyone in the office except for the few junior associates working almost twenty-hour days, trying to prove themselves and aiming to climb the ranks as quickly as possible. I only knew they were still around because I could hear the faint buzz of their voices as the elevator doors opened. The hallways were empty.
As I walked down the dim corridor towards my office—most of the lights were off—I pulled out my phone from the inside pocket of my black jacket, intending to call Jimin and let him know I’d be home in a few hours. When he didn’t pick up, I frowned, but I figured out why soon after, when I placed my briefcase on the leather guest chair in my office.
Like most of the other rooms in the firm, my office was cloaked in darkness. I had planned to pour myself a glass of Corryvreckan and do some prep work for a hearing I had to attend tomorrow afternoon. That was until I saw the message from him.
Jimin had sent me a video. From experience, I knew none of the videos he sent were for the faint-hearted. Leaning against the door, my fingers trembling, I hit play. I was captivated, as always. No matter how many times he did this, I could never stop myself from watching, which made me realize just how deeply I was hooked on him.
“I miss you.”
The message seemed innocent and sweet, but the video that followed was far from it. The things I saw were enough to cloud anyone’s mind.
In the video, Jimin was in our bedroom, wearing nothing but the lace underwear he had put on me earlier that morning. Unlike how we had left it in the morning, our bed was now a mess. He was lying on it, the comforter gathered between his legs, his hips turned towards the camera. I could see the sheets clenched between his fingers, and at that moment, I understood why he wanted that tripod so badly.
Jimin was moving his hips back and forth, letting out small moans that I could barely hear with the volume on my phone turned low, and all of this was making something stir inside my stomach.
As Jimin leaned back, I found myself biting my lips without realizing it. He kicked the comforter off the bed and spread his legs wide, shamelessly showing the camera his most intimate parts. I had thought I was burning up a moment ago, but clearly, I had spoken too soon.
At first, his fingers roamed over the already wet skin, and then they grabbed his member. Watching him touch himself, I could barely stop myself from turning up the volume on my phone. When two of his fingers slipped between his legs, I didn’t even realize I had stopped breathing. I was incredibly tired, and instead of being at home with Jimin, watching him from a distance like this was killing me.
“Hyung!” he cried out as his fingers entered him, and I felt my knees shake. He arched his back, sticking his hips out further, trying to stretch himself, and I belatedly realized that I, too, was letting out soft moans. “Just like that, baby,” I whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear me.
He pulled his hand away from his member and reached under the pillow beside him, and when I saw him grab his vibrator, I quickly shut off the screen. If I didn’t take a moment to breathe, I’d be dealing with a serious erection, and Jimin would make a fuss if I wasn’t ready when I got home.
As I set my briefcase down on the leather chair, the lamp on my desk suddenly flicked on, and I jumped in surprise. When I turned to look, my gaze landed on Jimin sitting in my chair. I thought the reason he hadn’t answered my call was because of the video I had just seen a part of, but it seemed he had chosen not to respond because he had come here in person. But again, I thought that’s what it was. I often made the mistake of underestimating Jimin’s dirty mind.
Jimin was sitting in my chair, and from what I could tell, he wasn’t wearing anything but my robe. He looked disheveled—his hair messy, his lips as flushed as his cheeks. His eyelids were halfway down, there was a half-finished glass in front of him, and it seemed like he had been messing with the things on my desk.
As Jimin’s lustful gaze moved over me, I was about to scold myself for underestimating him again. “What a nice surprise.” Instead, I walked over to the desk and pulled him into my arms. As I left a kiss on top of his head, the last time he surprised me like this came to mind—when I had pressed him against the glass behind us—and the scenes from earlier filled my mind, helped along by the video he had sent me.
When Jimin shrugged, the robe slipped further off his shoulder. He licked his lips before speaking, and I struggled not to throw myself at him. “I got bored.”
When I let go of him and leaned back against the desk, a grin spread across his face. “What is it?” he murmured, his eyes drifting toward my hips. “Didn’t you like my video? Why didn’t you finish it?”
I bit my lip unconsciously, not really sure if I had the strength to continue. Especially with him sitting across from me wearing nothing but my robe.
Up until that moment, I had forgotten the phone was even in my hand, but he shifted his gaze from my crotch to the still-unlocked screen. "Do you want me to finish it?"
"Maybe this isn't my only surprise," he whispered. The blood boiling under my skin was pumping straight down to my crotch. When I realized I was unconsciously chewing the side of my lip, he leaned back and spread his legs wide. Sure enough, he was wearing nothing but the robe I wore in court. His hardened cock was resting against his stomach, and instead of watching him on the screen, I wanted to take him in my mouth and calm him down.
The anticipation in his eyes led me to pick up my phone and continue the video instead of kneeling before him and fucking him in my chair. As I restarted the video, holding the phone with one hand, Jimin took a sip from his glass and stood up, stepping between my legs. His lips pressed under my chin as his hands landed on my chest, and just then, in the video, Jimin was reaching between his legs with the vibrator he had grabbed from under the pillow.
My free hand had already reached out to grab Jimin’s ass through the robe, and as he rubbed himself against me, I pulled him closer. When I heard him moan softly right below my ear—at the same time as the Jimin in the video—I lost all the air I’d been holding in my lungs.
"Why don't you turn the sound up?" Jimin whined. "I thought you liked hearing me." And suddenly, my phone slipped out of my hand. Jimin, having sat back down in the chair, turned up the volume, and right at that moment, I heard him scream, "Yoongi hyung!" Hearing him scream my name, even while fucking himself, sent my mind spinning.
"Sit on my lap, hyung," Jimin ordered in his deep voice. Raising an eyebrow, I did as he asked and sat down on his lap. Normally, Jimin was the one who liked sitting on my lap, but sometimes he wanted to switch roles, and today seemed to be one of those days.
Jimin liked watching himself. Whether it was leaning him against the big mirror in our bedroom or watching our reflection in the window while I fucked him, he loved it. We even argued now and then about putting a huge mirror on the ceiling above the bed.
As soon as I sat down, Jimin propped his phone up against his glass and wrapped his arms around my waist under my jacket. The Jimin in the video had tears welling up in his eyes, and I could feel how hard Jimin was beneath me, just as aware that my own cock wasn’t far behind.
As the Jimin in the video writhed on the bed, screaming my name, the Jimin under me was pulling my jacket off. I knew he was watching himself at that moment, and as his fingers fumbled for my belt, I couldn’t help but rub my ass against him. Jimin was already leaking; I could feel his wetness despite the mess he was making of my pants. And it wasn’t just my pants—my robe, which I had to wear for court the next day, was getting ruined too. I’d have to borrow someone else’s tomorrow, but I didn’t care one bit.
“Yoongi hyung,” video Jimin cried out now, almost sobbing, and just as I ground my hips against him, Jimin beneath me moaned loudly too. As he managed to undo my belt and unzip my pants, video Jimin, apparently unsatisfied with the depth the vibrator had reached, sat up. At that same moment, he screamed my name before breaking into sobs of "oppa."
Jimin was about to come; I’d seen that look on his face many times before. He was going to come all over himself, imagining that it was me touching him, fucking him. His eyes wouldn’t open, and his tear-streaked cheeks gleamed like the lube smeared across his skin. Even the fingers twisting his nipples had almost stopped.
Just as I’d thought, video Jimin screamed my name one last time—this time followed by "oppa"—and collapsed limply onto the bed after coming. He was breathing heavily, and his shoulders were still shaking with sobs. “Hyung,” he whimpered a few minutes later, as I lost myself in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Meanwhile, Jimin beneath me wrapped his fingers around my cock through the lace panties he’d dressed me in that morning. “Why don’t you come, hyung? Can’t you see how much I need you?”
“Hyung,” the Jimin beneath me moaned too. As his fingers stroked my cock, I started grinding my hips harder against him. “I’m so glad you came.” As the screen locked and turned off, Jimin caught my earlobe between his lips and sucked. “If you hadn’t shown up soon, I would’ve had to fuck myself here too.”
I turned my face, pulling my ear free from the grip of his lips to capture his mouth instead. I kissed him fiercely, grinding my ass against his cock while he moaned and quickened his strokes on my dick.
“Did you come here for me to fuck you?” I whispered when he pulled away, trailing my lips down his chin to his neck. “Hyung,” he moaned again, releasing my cock and grabbing my waist, pulling me closer. He wouldn’t let me move. “You like getting fucked here, don’t you?” I whispered, watching him tilt his head back to expose his neck. As much as I wanted to kiss him there, the position we were in didn’t make it easy.
“Hyung,” he whispered, his eyes unfocused. “You’re still wearing them.”
“I didn’t take them off,” I whispered back. He had wanted me to keep them on so badly.
When his grip on my waist loosened, I pulled back and ground against him once more. “Mmmh.” This time, he pushed back too. “I want to be on top.”
“Okay, baby,” I whispered, still rocking my hips. Jimin usually liked being on the bottom, but sometimes he did things that brought me to the brink of orgasm without even touching me. It didn’t happen often, but occasionally, like now, he wanted to be on top. And even though I knew from the video we had just watched that he had prepared himself so well for me, fucking himself while thinking of me, and even though I wanted to make him scream my name while I fucked him senseless, I let him take charge.
With his help, I got up from his lap and his hands were faster than me in pulling my pants off. He had also gotten up from where he was sitting to get them off my legs and pushed me forward. He caressed my hips through the pale violet lace as I leaned my hands on the mahogany table for support.
“This color looks great on you, hyung.”
I laughed. Knowing that this was inside me after dominating so many people with the suit I was wearing all day made me laugh a little, and it also made me get aroused from time to time because it reminded me of the promises Jimin made me wear when I went to work.
After leaving a kiss on my hip, he moved his hands up under my shirt and lifted it up to my chest. “Do you want the shirt to stay on?” I asked breathlessly. His crotch was pressed against my hips and I felt more comfortable now that I didn’t have my pants on. “No,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to the back of my neck. I quickly took it off and threw it off, knowing that the iron would be ruined.
Jimin was slowly grinding himself against me while I was helping him by throwing my hips back. When I turned my head sideways and connected our lips, his fingertips that found my chest pinched both of my nipples at the same time. I moaned as he nibbled on his thick lips and Jimin pressed his groin harder against me.
“I can’t take it anymore, hyung,” Jimin whispered and reached out his hand and brought it to my lips. Taking the opportunity that his eyes didn’t leave mine for even a moment, I took two of his fingers into my mouth. “Like this,” Jimin’s moan cut him off mid-sentence. “Wet it nicely.”
When Jimin was sure his fingers were wet enough, he brought his fingers back down to my hips and pressed them against my hole with his fingertips. “Fuck, Jimin-ah,” I cried out, although I was expecting it, I wasn’t prepared enough.
“Can I keep this on?” he asked eagerly, referring to the lace underwear, and I nodded in agreement. If Jimin wanted it to stay on, I didn’t mind either.
His fingers made me feel too full, caressing my walls, curling and spreading his fingers, making me writhe. When he finally reached the point of defeat, another curse escaped my lips and Jimin pressed his lips to my shoulders. His other hand was still playing with my breast.
It didn’t take long for Jimin to replace his fingers. When he entered me, I had to reach back and grab his hair. “Hyung,” Jimin moaned as I struggled to cope with the way he filled me. “So tight -mmmh.”
He took it slow at first, waiting for me to get used to it, but then he must have realized that I was just as impatient as he was, because he increased his speed with each slam of his groin into my hips. The sound between our bodies made my head spin, and his lips roaming over my shoulders made my knees weak. His ragged breaths mixed with his tongue thrusts, and I had no choice but to push myself harder into him.
The light on my desk was shining so our reflections were on the glass walls, and watching us both like that, watching my shadow swing forward like me every time he hit me, Jimin trying to keep me steady with his hand on my shoulder while he used his hand on my waist to press my hips harder against him could have been enough for us to come in itself.
I was about to come because of the spot he kept hitting me repeatedly. My eyes were watering just like Jimin in the video, and I was almost bleeding because I kept biting my lips. Even though I was still holding his hair between my fingers and pushing my hips against him, Jimin was setting our entire rhythm, and I wanted him to be harder, to reach the end as soon as possible. But as if he sensed he was coming, he slowed down his movements, he was taking a breath. And the funny thing was, when I did this, Jimin would either squeal or whimper and cry.
“Oppa,” I moaned when he hit me, the spot he hit was so sweet and I was insanely sensitive. “I’m coming.”
When Jimin heard what I said to him, he let out his loudest moan of the night. He started to push himself into me harder, just as I wanted. “Say it again,” he growled as he lowered both of his hands to wrap around my waist. My elbows, leaning on the table, were starting to hurt from the friction.
I didn’t say it, I thought Jimin would be faster if I didn’t say it and that he would give us both a happy ending, but I was wrong again, I underestimated Jimin. While I was expecting him to be harder, he had just slammed himself into me and stopped. He reached out with his hand on my waist, grabbed my chin and lifted it up, locking our gazes on our reflection. “Say it again.”
“Oppa,” I was still moaning, but this time my voice was louder, and despite the distance between us and the blurriness of our reflection, I could see the expression shining in his eyes. “oppa! Please.”
“Yoongi, fuck, I’m coming.” Jimin slammed himself into me a few more times, my name accompanying the curses that spilled from his lips. Before I could warn him, I jerked back and forth, and after a few thrusts, he joined me.
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