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As one of the newer hires at Big Hit Entertainment the last few months have simultaneously been a waking dream and an anxiety-filled nightmare. While confident that you were more than qualified to fill the role, the awareness that you were leading initiatives for the largest pop group in the world was sometimes more than you could handle.
It didn’t help that the talent was more than a little, well, distracting.
You regularly sat in meetings with the members to discuss plans and, while you built an easy rapport with most of them, it was the youngest, Jung Kook, that you couldn’t quite figure out. He barely spoke to you, and at first you chalked it up to his natural introversion, but over the last few weeks you’d catch him giving you a look that you couldn’t quite place. Curiosity? Attraction? Lust?
You softly chuckle to yourself at that last thought, you were a noona to these men and were well-aware that they could have any person they ever wanted, so why would the Golden Maknae make eyes at you?
As the evening grows long and your coworkers leave for the day you realize that you had forgotten to get approval from the members for their next social media push. Sighing, you rise from your chair, suddenly aware of the tightness in your limbs from sitting all day. The members were notorious for keeping late nights at headquarters, each with their own private offices where they wouldn’t be disturbed, so you figure it would be easy to get one of them to sign off on the initiative before you call it a night.
Rolling your shoulders you walk down a hallway flanked with a series of frosted glass doors, each neatly labeled with a member’s name. Thankfully, the soft glow emanating from the furthest is a good indicator that you’ll be able to get a sign-off from the Golden Maknae himself.
“Jung Kook,” you call while knocking on his door, “it’s Y/N, sorry to bother you, but could I get you to sign—” The door swings open and there he stands, a shy smile on his face mixed with a look of expectation. He’s barefoot and dressed in baggy sweats and even baggier t-shirt, music softly playing behind him.
“Ah, noona!” he says, raking his wavy hair away from his forehead, “Of course I can help you, come in!” He steps aside with a small bow and gestures you into his office. The décor is relatively sparse: a large desk with a computer against the back wall, gaming chair, well-worn loveseat to the side that had probably seen many naps, a bookcase filled with camera and music equipment, knick-knacks, and toys. On the walls a collage of ephemera is taped up rather artfully: everything from movie tickets to sketches to old BTS promo flyers.
Slipping off your shoes you enter his office and pad to his desk to arrange the forms that need his autograph, “This won’t take long,” you say, laying the pages out in a line, “I just need you to sign here, here, and here for the project we spoke of earlier this week.”
Jung Kook finishes quicker than you anticipate and catches you rolling your head from side to side, trying to stretch out your neck. “Noona, are you okay?”
With your ear almost touching your shoulder you realize he’s staring with a look of concern on his face. “Oh!” you exclaim, straightening suddenly, “I’ve just been sitting and staring at my computer all day, nothing serious.”
Jung Kook’s face shifts slightly and an expression that reminds you of your earlier thought seems to materialize, but you brush it off as a figment of your imagination, “I can give you a massage, noona. My hyungs say I’m pretty good at it.” Crossing over to the couch he takes a pillow and places it between his feet on the floor, motioning you to it his voice drops slightly, “Please.”
With an embarrassed laugh you step towards the door, “Oh, thank you, but I’ll be fine—I should get going—“ before you can finish he reaches over, gently grabs you by the wrist, and stops you in your tracks.
“Please, noona, you work so hard for us, let me help you. I don’t mind.”
The air shifts around you, suddenly charged, the warmth of Jung Kook’s hand is all you can register, his long, slender fingers easily circling your wrist. Your breath quickens and, while you know the temperature in the room hasn’t changed, you simultaneously feel very warm and frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
A gentle tug breaks your daze, his thumb grazing over the inside of your wrist. Jung Kook looks up at you through his lashes, lips slightly parted, that shy smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He seems to be breathing heavier too, chest noticeably rising and falling in a similar rhythm to yours. He tugs again, this time with more insistence, nodding towards the cushion between his feet.
Ignoring your better judgement you allow yourself to sink to the floor, your awareness of all that is Jung Kook turning into a laser focus. He shifts behind you, legs straddling your shoulders, feet planted inches away from your legs. The fabric of his sweats brush against your arms and his scent wafts over you: a combination of fresh laundry and a hint of his cologne. Nervously, you glance behind you and he smiles, placing his hands on the juncture between your shoulders and neck and with firm but careful motions starts to knead away at the tension there.
Unable to fight how good it feels an audible sigh escapes your lips and your eyes close as you relax against his touch. You tell yourself it’s only a massage. He does this for the members all the time, so it’s fine.
Right?
“Noona, you smell good.”
Your eyes snap open, taken aback that he’s shifted closer to you, his whisper brushing past your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. His inner thighs, taut and warm, now press against your arms. The pressure from his fingers increases as his hands start to trail down your back, following the line of your spine. “Is this okay, noona?” he asks. The barest hint of his lips brush against your cheek as his breath continues to ghost across your face.
Your posture stiffens, “Jung Kook, what are you doing?”
“I want to make you feel good, noona. Can I?”
Turning your head you find your face inches away from his own. He reaches up to cup your cheek as he gazes deeply into your eyes. Smiling, his tongue darts out to lick his lips and the simple movement comes off as the most erotic thing you’ve ever witnessed. “Can I make you feel good, noona,” he breathes.
All thought of responsibility and risk fly out the window and you can barely whisper, “Yes, please,” before his mouth is upon yours. It’s not the most tender of kisses, the angle and the sudden need between the two of you expresses itself more like two awkward teenagers, but you don’t care. At this moment all you can think of is Jung Kook and the fact that he wants you and you want him.
He breaks away from you abruptly, stands, and lifts you easily from the floor. You’d heard the stylists jokingly complain that they had to accommodate his new muscular physique due to his work out regime, but the ease in which he moves you where he wants surprises and excites you further. Seating you on the couch he stands before you, his fingers toying with the hem of his t-shirt.
A wave of confidence washes over you, reminding you that weren’t some naive girl. You sit back against the couch, straighten your shoulders, cross your legs, and raise your chin. You make your gaze obvious as you drink him in from head to toe, smirking as you notice the bulge in his sweats. “Show me what you got, Golden Maknae.”
He ducks his head slightly in embarrassment, but when he looks up again the expression on his face can only described in one word: desire. Jung Kook raises his arms and pulls the collar of his t-shirt over his head and as the fabric slides away you’re greeted with the chiseled chest and abs of a man just entering the prime of his life, muscles stretching as the shirt comes off and is deposited upon the floor. The baggy sweats, which you initially thought were the furthest thing from sexy, hang low on his hips revealing an enticing v-line. With the shirt out of the way the bulge you had noticed earlier now makes itself more apparent. This time it’s you whose licking her lips.
Without missing a beat he drops to his knees, chest rising and falling with his heavier breathing. His hands slide up from your ankles, up to your calves, to the crooks of your knees, “Do you like what you see, noona?”
Before you can respond, he yanks you forward, skirt hiking upwards as your legs part for him. He grins widely when you gasp in surprise and reaches for you to pull you in for a kiss. Without the odd angle from before you relish the feel of his soft lips against yours, tongues meeting in the middle at first hesitant and then with greater insistence. The heat between your thighs, which you’re convinced he can feel in this new position, has transformed to full body tingling as Jung Kook starts to unbutton your shirt. Your fingers comb through his hair and you breathe a relieved sigh into his mouth as your chest becomes exposed to the cooler office air.
He breaks the kiss and travels down the side of your neck, lips making a trail down to your collarbone while his hands slide the straps of your bra down over your shoulders. Impatiently you reach behind you and unclasp your bra yourself, wriggling out of the garment and tossing it to the floor next to his shirt. “I could have done that, noona,” Jung Kook chuckles.
“You can do something else,” you reply cupping his face in your hands and leading him to a hardened nipple. His tongue darts out and when another sigh escapes your lips he wraps his mouth over your breast and begins to lick and suck with abandon. His hand reaches up to massage your other breast, tweaking at your other nipple between his fingers.
“Harder,” you say, as you throw your head onto the back of the couch and smile when he immediately obeys. Jung Kook has a reputation of being a fast learner and it seems it translates to things outside of the practice room. The moment he sees your display of pleasure at a little roughness he replaces his fingers on your other breast with his mouth and rakes his teeth across your nipple. You moan and your thighs spread wider, skirt hitching upwards to reveal how soaked your panties have become.
“Noona likes it rough,” Jung Kook questions after nipping your nipple with his teeth. Hissing slightly you comb your fingers through his hair and fist a handful of it as you writhe against his mouth.
“I like it however you want to give it, Jung Kook,” you purr as you lead his head away from your chest and down towards your center. “Now show me how else you can make me feel good.”
Finally noticing the darkened fabric of your panties he grins, and in one fluid motion grasps the fabric of your skirt, lifts your hips, and unceremoniously strips the remainder of your clothing off to join his t-shirt on the floor. You’re now on full display and Jung Kook hungrily gazes at you, eyes seemingly memorizing every curve. “Noona, I knew you were hot, but I had no idea…”
You can’t help but blush as the younger man can’t stop staring at you. Raising a leg you hook him over the shoulder and bring him closer, the ache in your pussy desperately needing attention. “Come here,” you whisper with urgency.
Jung Kook glides his hands up your inner thighs to part your legs further and without a moment’s hesitation his tongue slides over your core, licking at the juices that have been steadily building since this all started. Humming in pleasure he starts to eat you out with relish, burying his face between your legs as you whimper and buck against him. His mouth and tongue work at you with a skill that rivals any partner you’ve had before and it’s taking everything in you not to cry out. Biting your hand to suppress your screams you look down and he makes eye contact with you, flicking his tongue faster over your clit so that your thighs reflexively squeeze tighter around his head.
Just when you think you’re about to break, he raises his head, pulls your hand away from your mouth and kisses the bite mark you’ve made on your fist.
“The offices are sound proof, noona.”
With that he dives back with his mouth and tongue, humming against you in pleasure as you feel yourself unravel. Clutching at his head and writhing against him you can only utter groans and broken thoughts before a muffled command comes from between your thighs.
“Scream for me.”
As if on cue you come against his mouth, crying out his name and clawing at his arms and shoulders as he clamps down to bring you past the threshold. Unable to take any more you grab his arms and jerk him upwards, leaning in to kiss him again and taste yourself on his lips.
“You taste so good, noona,” he growls as his mouth and tongue finds your earlobe.
Still riding the wave of that orgasm your hands start to travel down his chest. Marveling at the contrast of his smooth, soft skin and rock hard muscles, your fingers slide over his abs and trace his v-line. You reach past the waistband of his sweats and wrap your hand around his stiffened length, smiling at the size of him as he groans against you. Pushing him away you stand up and pull him to his feet. A mischievous grin spreads across your face, “My turn,” and you shove him onto the couch. He laughs in surprise, but seeing you drop to your knees his expression darkens, his mouth parting in anticipation as his breath quickens.
Facing him, you pull off his sweats and feel your mouth water as his cock fully presents itself. While Jung Kook is muscular but slim his cock is thick and long. You descend upon it and are greeted with a choked moan as your tongue and lips work against his member.
“Noona… please… I’m too close and I want to feel you…” he stammers between gasps. “It feels too good… and I need you…”
Swirling your tongue around his swollen tip you look up at him, head thrown back, eyes half closed, lips parted, one hand pressed against his forehead as the other clutches at the fabric of the couch. His chest rises and falls in an erratic pattern as he feels your tongue on him. The sight alone will fuel you for weeks, but you know you both want the same thing right now.
Continuing to stroke his cock with one hand you rise up and kneel on the couch, straddling his legs. Jung Kook’s eyes widen as he watches you position yourself so you can guide him inside you. Your whimper at the delicious stretch you experience as you slowly sink onto him is met with his groan as he grabs your hips and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. With an achingly slow pace you start to ride Jung Kook’s cock, twisting your hips as you go up and down.
“Fuck. Noona. Fuuuuck.” Jung Kook can barely get these words out as you rock against him, but you yelp in surprise when he grabs you by the waist and flips you onto your back, your legs now wrapped around him. Meeting your eyes his expression is one of urgency and he stammers between gasps, “Need to fuck you. Hard. Please, noona.” Before you can respond, his hips crash against yours as he thrusts his full length into you. You cry out his name as you claw his back, his cock hitting you at just the right spot every time he thrusts. He leans in, biting at your neck as you feel yourself riding the wave towards another orgasm.
“Jung Kook, I’m close… please…” you cry out as pull him closer to you. Again you feel yourself shattering as you reach your climax, screaming out his name again and again.
It’s not long before his thrusts become erratic, “Noona, I’m gonna…” Jung Kook groans as he explodes inside of you, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as you both ride out the final waves of pleasure.
As both of your breaths start to even out and calm he strokes the hair clinging to your face and softly kisses you, “Sorry noona, but what did you need me to sign again?”
You eyes snap open and you laugh out loud while playfully shoving the Golden Maknae, “So much for getting work done.”