[M] Passing Time (1/1)

Holiday season. The one time of year that working retail was a REAL bitch. You hated holiday season with a passion. Black Friday being the worst of all days. In preparation for the day of death, your store transferred in a new team. You stood in a line with your coworkers as your manager prattled on about how accomplished the transfer team was. You rolled your eyes, nudging Jimin, your work bestie, with your elbow. He snickered, lifting his hand to his mouth. You bit back a smile as the manager paused and looked in your direction. “Witch Bitch is looking!” You whisper hissed at him, he snorted and coughed to try and cover up his laugh. She glanced in your direction a curious look on her face, making direct eye contact with you. You pressed your lips together and broke eye contact, looking at the floor instead. Your manager moved on and began talking policy for the new comers, shuffling over to their side of the line. You exhaled and relaxed a bit as she moved further away from you. “Gotdammit Jimin.” You giggled. He snickered again and playfully hit your arm as the two of you abandoned the meeting all together, slipping back to the shoe department. “God! I’ll be ready when this fucking nightmare is over.” He mused as he threw a stray security clip on to the counter. “Don’t remind me.” You groaned, leaning onto the counter. “And these damned uniforms Witch Bitch has us wearing. I didn’t even know we had these.” You pulled at the brand new, hunter green colored polo shirt you were currently wearing. Jimin cackled and leaned on the counter next to you. “Bruh. You know she ordered them because of the transfers.” That sounded the most likely. Witch Bitch was only putting on airs to appeal more to the outsiders and corporate.Jimin huffed and turned over, resting his elbows on the counter. “Did you peep the one transfer though?” He asked, glancing sideways at you. You pretended that you hadn’t, “Nah.” Jimin made a noise that indicated that he knew you were lying. Which, or course, you were. He was hard to miss. He stood with the kind of calm confidence that you haven’t seen in a guy since meeting Jimin. “He’s a fine piece of ass.” Jimin said with a tone laced with awe. You were used to the “Jimin-isms”. That boy would fuck anything that moved. Which, proved to be useful at times. You had become very, VERY familiar with Jimin in the last month. He called it being “sexually free”. His sexual freedom wasn’t something you could knock though. He’d shown you –several times in fact– exactly what it meant to be so sexually liberated.“You should make a pass at him.” You offered, turning to match his stance.“ “Nah.” “Why not?” “He’s team pussy.” You nodded thoughtfully. Jimin was never wrong when it came to his gay-dar. That boy was as accurate as they came. “Do you wanna fuck in the stock room?” He asked, picking up a pen and chewing on the cap. “Do we have enough time?” You asked, looking at the clock that was attached to the wall above the door to the stock room. “Nah. But I haven’t been inside you for like, a week.” He said it so casually that you couldn’t really do anything but agree with him. Throwing the pen down, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the stock room with a devilish grin. “You or me?” He asked. You bit your bottom lip and tried to think who should give up an orgasm this time. “You’re taking too long. It’s you.” Shit.You felt a twang in the pit of your stomach. Limited time and a horny Jimin meant your body would suffer more than usual. You hung your head and dropped his hand, unbuttoning your khakis as you passed the door. Jimin kicked it closed behind you and lifted you on to a stack of boxes. “Isn’t this the same stack of boxes we fucked on yesterday?” You asked him, looking beneath you as he pulled your pants to your ankles. He glanced at them, “So?” “Bitch! That means we didn’t send them out!” “I’ll deal with it later!” Jimin kissed your lips hungrily, rubbing your clit over your underwear. Groaning, you opened your legs further. It didn’t take much for Jimin to get you going. That boy knew your body inside and out. It was a wonder that the two of you had held out on having sex for so long.He broke away from the kiss a minute later, lips red. “Shut up! Jesus, _____________. Do you WANT to get caught?” He asked irritatedly. You had forgotten that you were indeed, at work. “Ease up then!” You hissed at him. He was going IN on you. IN. Your poor clit felt like it was being electrocuted. The combination of his skillful fingers and the edge of possibly getting caught is what always made sneaking around at work so much fun. He nodded up at you and lifted his hand. You sucked your juices from them, cringing inwardly. You hated tasting yourself but Jimin lived for moments like this. He undid his pants as you sucked him clean, moving your underwear aside with the free hand. He lined himself up with your entrance and pressed in slowly, exhaling loudly through his nose. “Every. Fucking. Time.” He panted. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and used both hands to lift your arms above your head, pining your wrists to the wall. You kicked your pants all the way off, allowing him to push himself closer. He thrusted and the boxes moved, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Your mouth fell open and you squeezed your eyes shut as he thrust again, and again, and again. Each time harder than the last. You squeaked with each thrust as he continued to fuck into you, giving you no room to keep up with him. His movements were met with a constant beat of the boxes hitting the wall, accompanied by the strained squeaking that ripped from your throat every other second. You loved this. This was the kind of sex that you were all about. It was raw, it was powerful. And it left bruises. The best kind. Jimin dropped your hands and then you felt a familiar pressure on your neck. “Fuck” you panted. He grunted in response, thrusts losing the consistent rhythm he’d set before. You’d lost time. You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been back there, but if he didn’t finish soon, you’d be found out. You tried rolling your hips down in hopes of moving him to completion. But failed miserably as you found that he was too determined to allow you any wiggle room. You’d already accepted that you wouldn’t get to cum, and helping him find release was all you could do in the time allotted. There were no warnings signs this time when he came. One moment he was thrusting, the next, you heard a high pitched moan and his hips stuttered to a stop as he spilled into you. The hand on your neck tightened almost painfully. And your vision blurred around the edges. “Jimin!” You strained to say, tapping his hand quickly to bring him down from his high as fast as possible. “Oh shit! My bad.” He gradually let go, giving you a little bit of air at a time so that you wouldn’t choke on it. “Jesus.” You wheezed when he’d finally released his hold on your neck. “I swear I love the way you feel.” You snorted, hitting his shoulder. He leaned down, talking to the front of your underwear, “I love you, my tight little baby.” He pressed a kiss to your clothed core, before sticking his tongue out and flicking it against your clit. He groaned, grabbing on to your thighs and licking you again. “J-Jimin….we ha-have to go.” “Lemme do this first.” He said with a soft groan.You relaxed again, already complying with him when there came a knock on the door. “Yeah?” Jimin called out lazily, face still between your legs. You panicked, trying to push him away. “Have you seen, __________?” Witch Bitch’s voice rang out to you. Jimin pressed several kisses to you, finger sliding past your underwear. “Yeah.” The door cracked open and you felt like you could die. If she even looked around it, you were both majorly fired. “Where is she then?” Jimin stood up straight leaning back so that his face was visible, fingertip lightly toying with your clit. “She went to go get some bags from downstairs.” “Oh.” “I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.” The door closed then and you wanted to kick him. You pushed him away and he chuckled, pulling up his boxers and khakis. “I’ll have to eat you for lunch then.” He said with a wink, sucking his finger into his mouth. You narrowed your eyes at him and slid down from the boxes. “I’m gonna stop fucking with you at work.” You said to him, heart still racing. “I believe that.” He waited until you were done situating yourself before he stepped to you, wrapping his arms around you. “Are you cross with me?” Cross? “Bitch, this is not the gotdamn 19th century shut up.” His hands slid down to your ass, using both hands to grab at it. “I low key wanna fuck in the housing department. I don’t think we’ve had sex out in the open yet.” “And we won’t! I refuse to go to jail for you.” He kissed you again, his full lips working against yours in an expert manner. Turning you into mush in a matter of seconds. “Lunch?” He confirmed when he’d finally come up for air. As if you would deny him. He gave you a solid pat on the ass and left the room so that you could fully gather yourself before going back to work.The day was dragging on. The preparation for Black Friday seemed to make the day go by so much slower than usual. Time was at the ultimate stand still. You absentmindedly blew bubbles in the gum you’d been working on since lunch as Jimin used the pricing gun to roll stickers on to the back of your khakis. “Did your ass grow?” He asked curiously, rolling another sticker. You shrugged and blew another bubble. You still had three hours before clock out and you were hoping time would speed up so that you could go home. “I think it grew.” He mused, moving behind you, sliding a hand over the swell of your ass. Witch Bitch walked into your line of sight and you nudged Jimin. “Jimin!” You hissed. “Hmmm?” He hummed, hands still trying to figure out if you had gotten thicker. “Manager!” You whispered. He looked up and moved to stand next to you again, dropping his hand below the counter and cupping your bottom. Now was not the time to mess around. “Have you finished?” She asked as she approached you. “Yep.” Jimin spoke up before you could. For once, this was true. After your second quickie. Jimin a spurt of energy, which meant you had less to do as he busied himself with stocking and pricing shoes. “I’ve been looking for you.” She said, turning her attention to you. You wanted to roll your eyes for the umpteenth time at her, “You found me. So?” She narrowed her eyes. “I need you to close with Jimin tonight.” Jimin pinched you and you jumped. Closing with Jimin meant sex on as many surfaces as possible. “If I have to.”