ONESHOTS

the naughty list - ksj

note from holly: as part of the christmas events on my k0-fi page (censoring bc wattpad doesn't like you talking about it!!), i ran a poll for naughty vs nice. the members who got the most votes for naughty were jin, yoongi, jimin and jungkook.

this is jin's story from the collection.

warnings: political rivals, workplace sex, unprotected sex, unkind words, mentions of choking, hints of a reverse harem dynamic

minors dni // originally posted to k0-fi

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"I'm so gonna get fired," you whine into the lips of a man you know damn well you shouldn't be kissing. In the small storage cupboard beside his office, you really should have considered your location options before taking things too far.

"Shut up," he husks against you, his hands desperately pulling at the fabric of your shirt to loosen it from the pencil skirt you're wearing.

Budget cuts at the office have been tight this year, and it means that the Christmas staff party is just as drab and mundane as it sounds—no bar tab at the local pub like normal. Instead, you've got cocktail sausages and beer from the supermarket. Why on earth the organisers thought hosting it at your workplace was a good idea, you'll never know.

Your hands quickly weave down the buttons of his shirt, exposing his toned chest, not that you can see it. Are too busy kissing him. You can feel it though, and fucking hell. Even if you wanted to stop, you don't think you could, not as long as he remains as eager for you as he is now.

"I'm not planning on telling anyone," he tells you. "How bad would that look? I've only just got promoted."

"Well I'm not exactly gonna shout about it either," you protest, pulling back to look at him with offence. The light is obscured, but his facial features are gorgeous: lips plump, eyes inky.

You stare each other out. One... Two...

"Fuck it," he grunts, pulling you back in for the most sordid of kisses. There's no mistletoe. Not here. But there was in the hallway, and you've both got a competitive nature.

There's only so much you can do in a storage cupboard. Only so many angles.

Kim Seokjin is a problem solver. It's how he got the promotion. Will do whatever it takes to win - and that includes winning an orgasm from you within the next ten minutes. Back up against the door, tight skirt pushed to your waist, he gets you in position. Gets himself exposed; the tip of his thick cock rubbing up against you.

"This stays between us," he husks before he takes it any further.

"Stays between us," you nod, knowing damn well no one can ever find out about this.

After all, your office isn't a typical office.

It's the House of Commons. Parliament.

And Kim Seokjin?

He's the whip of the rival party.

"Oh, fuck," you curse as he pushes into you, knowing just how bad this is. Thick and heavy, his cock is almost painful as it stretches you out. "Can't believe I'm letting you fuck me."

He smirks. Tugs open your shirt and yanks down the lace of your bra. Picks up a little pace.

"Those little virgins in your party would go insane if they knew," he teases. Considers all members of your party beneath him. You included. And yet his cock is fucking throbbing inside you as he grits, "You're speaking on foreign policy tomorrow, aren't you? Gonna be giving a speech about how I'm the scum of the earth while you're full of my cum?"

Oh, it's disgusting. Filthy, how you know he'll look at you from across the room with a raised brow and that smirk you always want to fight with.

"You think I'll even remember your name once I've gotten this out of my system?" You hiss in reply.

"I'll make you remember," he grits, hips slapping up against yours. Anyone who walks past will hear it all. "I'll object. I'll counter. I'll interrupt every fuckin' point you make - and each time I do, you'll think of how fucking good I make you feel."

"You overestimate yourself."

But he doesn't. In fact, he proves himself, dropping a hand to your clit, his hips stilling. His spare hand grips at the base of your throat, as your body jolts from the way he toys with you. Whimpering from the sheer pleasure, your eyes close because looking at him is too much. You'll cum.

"You overestimate yourself," he retorts. "You think how much you fuckin' hate me can outweigh how much your body wants me, huh? Look at you. You're gonna cum all over my cock, and there's nothing you can do to stop it, is there?"

Opening your eyes, you try and gain a little control. Clench around him and get him groaning, too. "Just like you're gonna cum in me, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

"I don't wanna stop," he grits. "Gonna fuckin' fill you up. Gonna nut inside you, and you're gonna beg for more."

"You're disgusting."

"So are you," he replies with a smirk. Really does hate your politics, but good pussy is good pussy. "But you get off on it, don't you? On fucking scum? I've got a few friends you might like. Could make it a team sport."

"I'd rather die."

And yet as the days pass, and your shame over who you fucked at the Christmas party builds, you can't help but think of it. Of him. How he felt. How much you liked it. How much you want to feel him inside you again.

And then you're reliving it. Making a habit of it. Getting taxis to his place, because there's no way you're letting a piece of shit like him enter your home. Fucking him, and telling how much you hate him, then kissing him and letting him nut inside you.

Christmas lights fade into New Year's Fireworks, but the sparks between you refuse to die out.

You're at his door, again. Think you've spent more time here this month than at your own place. For a change, he's not the one who answers.

"Well, fuck me," Namjoon, another fucker on the rival party, smirks. "He wasn't kidding."

"Don't fucking look at me," you hiss, walking on in, kicking your shoes where you always do - because this has become a regular thing. "Where is he?"

"Lounge," he smirks, following you, 'cause you're already heading in that direction. You knew. You didn't need to ask.

Sure enough, he's right where he usually is. This time, he isn't alone. You recognise all of them. All of six of them including Namjoon, and him. Seven, total.

On the coffee table are business papers. Signed.

"This never leaves this room," you say with a stark sense of authority that just makes Seokjin fuckin' smirk.

"No 'Happy Holidays'? 'Merry Christmas?'" He teases.

"Choke," you spit back, then watch as he stands, prowling towards you with a true sense of authority; one that outweighs yours tenfold.

Smirk never faltering, he comes to stand opposite you. Presses down on the tops of your shoulders. Is pleased when you sink to your knees.

Slowly, he unbuckles his belt. Exposes himself for you, with little to no care for the onlooking eyes. Strokes his thumb against your cheek. Lines up his hard cock with your pouty, parting lips. Rests it on the top of your tongue. Tweaks one of his brows, and tenderly says, "No, baby. You choke."