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Jay
Granite (NSFW)
Part 2
Synopsis: Jay had grown very fond of his female secretary, but what happens when you make an unforgivable mistake, and the only thing you can do is show him how sorry you are?
Empty out those pockets, baby! (NSFW)
Synopsis: From the outside, reader is a simple working girl at a saloon in Saint Denis. Jake and Heeseung soon learn however that attraction can lead to unfortunate luck after they are drugged and robbed during a steamy night.
Meanwhile, Jay tries his best to get his family back on track in a new town after fleeing from their home, bringing nothing with them but the clothes on their back and the insatiable need for blood. Reader may just be who they need to liaise with the most dangerous outlaw gang in town, but will this come at the expense of a slowly blooming affection?
Disclaimer: All my fics are written, created and edited by me. I do not consent to have them republished anywhere else, or used to train AI. They are not an accurate representation of the members of Enhypen.
What I will not write under any circumstances: incest/step-cest, non-con, underage or age play, watersports (or similar), pet play or animal hybrids, ABO, anal, somnophilia
Highly recommend for all kpop stans to read this, no matter what idol you like. (most of the information in this was already widely known, but it just kind of puts in a way you understand on a deeper level). This is about sasaeng culture, but specifically about c bars and how they operate. The person who wrote this talks about her experience with enhypen's jay's c bar, but EVERY groups has sasaengs and a lot of groups also have c bars who operate similarly, system wise.
Chapter 1 (NSFW): Heeseung x reader x Jake (brief threesome), eventual beginning of Jay x reader
Word count: 8.7k
Synopsis: From the outside, reader is a simple working girl at a saloon in Saint Denis. Jake and Heeseung soon learn however that attraction can lead to unfortunate luck after they are drugged and robbed during a steamy night.
Meanwhile, Jay tries his best to get his family back on track in a new town after fleeing from their home, bringing nothing with them but the clothes on their back and the insatiable need for blood. Reader may just be who they need to liaise with the most dangerous outlaw gang in town, but will this come at the expense of a slowly blooming affection?
(Pulls from the lore of Red Dead Redemption 2 for plot purposes only)
Warnings: alcohol consumption, sex work, oral sex (f!receiving), face riding, male masterbation, unconsensual drug use leading to unconsciousness (all sexual acts are completely consensual), drink spiking, reader has brief fears of sexual assault in context, implied discussions of contract killing and organised crime, era-accurate discussions of misogyny, reader is traumatised and scared of love
SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI. YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
Saint Denis (pron. San Da-nee) was a foul place. Its very essence was founded with the roots of corruption and blood, only built upon by dishonour and betrayal.
It was no wonder, therefore, that the seven wanted men had entered its boundaries for refuge. Although at this point in time, wanted was a strong word. Being wanted required witnesses bearing enough information to begin a hunt. As far as they were concerned, they had left none.
The men entered on horseback, carrying with them cautious confidence. Anonymity was required, but right now so was shelter, and even a beer. They tightened the ropes that restrained their horses to the fence, and climbed the outdoor staircase to the nearest hotel establishment. Its entry was a bustling saloon, and as per the moon approaching its peak in the star-speckled sky, many locals and travellers filled its space. The smell of alcohol and cigars was severe, soaking into the wooden surfaces and up the nostrils of anyone in its radius.
Jungwon led the six other men to an unoccupied booth. They sat with grunts and sighs, grateful for a soft landing for their tired, aching legs. He ordered two beers for each of his men, directing the bartender to their table with a pointed finger. The bartender gestured to the reception area in a room toward the back, to where Jungwon sauntered to, wood creaking under his heavy boots. He booked enough rooms for everyone to have space in a bed, handing over a generous bag of gold coins.
He returned to the men already merrily laughing between themselves, clinking their bottles together and holding each other close. Exhausted smiles painted their faces, and while their eyes didn’t quite crinkle, it was more than they had been able to give recently. Jungwon let his lip twitch, and Jay shuffled over to give him sitting space. Jungwon lowered his volume, letting his voice be concealed by the live guitar tune playing to its dancing crowd.
“I’m glad everyone is feeling a little better.” He glanced at Sunoo with a knowing nod, who otherwise had not bothered to participate in the jolly activities. “But we need to stay focused while we are here. We are lucky with how things transpired, but we need to be vigilant. If we hear talks of witnesses, we need to be ready to flee. Travel in pairs. We can’t get comfortable here until we know it’s safe.” The men intently listened, nodding their heads. Jay was watching beer drip from the lips of his bottle, Heeseung had kept his eyes on Jungwon, Sunoo was solemnly spinning his drink in his hands.
The brief moments of joy were just that, fleeting and empty. Because they would always be reminded of who they are. What they are. The towns folk may not be any wiser, but the stares being shot their way were still the same disgusted looks they were now accustomed to. “But, all seems clear tonight at least. So let’s have a good enough night and sleep in an actual bed.” He held up his bottle, and the other men sincerely responded with a clink of their own.
Jake took a generous swig to finish his first bottle and made haste on the next. His eyes lingered across the saloon; he noted its patrons to be more wealthy than most. Quality suit sets and gowns, clean hair and beards, obvious jewels and gold decorating their pockets or wrists. That was until they were headed for the door, as he watched as they would collect their valuables and shove them into deep pockets.
Jake, however, was also just a man. He saw you behind the bar, stacking up piles of glassware into a wooden box. Your bouncy curls were tucked behind your hair, although falling to the front when you bent slightly to pick up the box. This displayed your modest cleavage, tightened into a deep red gown, corseted on your torso with a sweetheart neckline. Why was a gorgeous woman like you, dressed like that, stacking cups? He eyed you cheekily as you were sufficiently distracted, until you retreated away with your box.
The men drank some more, their high tolerance for such substances made drinking a simple pleasure, allowing for some moments of relaxation but nothing too much more. They abandoned their empty bottles and sauntered up the stairs. The first floor they reached was a hallway lined with doors, and women with neat corset gowns paced between the rooms. A residual scent of lavender travelled through the air, and soft splashing could be heard behind the walls.
“Ah thank god, we can bathe here too.” Jungwon sighed with genuine relief. Heeseung and Jake shared a lighthearted look as they watched the moving women. “Let’s keep going up, our rooms will be up here they said.” Jungwon hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder and continued, reaching the four adjacent rooms he had booked. “I don’t care where you sleep, who needs a room alone tonight. I don’t mind.”
“Heeseung and I can share.” Jake perked up quickly.
“Yea, real smooth.” Heeseung whispered into his ear, snorting back a laugh. Jungwon pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Frankly, I am too tired to care about whatever you two are planning on doing, but just don’t be stupid. Because it is all of us you are putting at risk.” He gave them a stern glare, before turning to the other men. “Me and Sunoo can share for the night. The rest of you can work it out.” He quickly unlocked his door, holding it open for Sunoo to passively walk though. He passed Jay the remaining keys while leaning up to his ear to speak softly. “Keep an eye on them please.” Jay nodded and patted Jungwon on the shoulder before the shorter man turned to excuse himself.
“Sunghoon, you seem like you need some time. I will share with Riki, you can take the solo room.” Sunghoon thanked him under his breath and quickly excused himself to his room. Jay unlocked the door for the youngest boy so they could both enter, stripping themselves of their heavy jackets. Riki took off his hat, loosened and pulled off his boots, and flopped onto the mattress.
“Ah, so comfy…” he sighed, closing his eyes instantly.
“You can have the bed to yourself for a bit, Riki. I’m gonna have a bath.” The young man was asleep by the time Jay had finished his sentence.
***
“Y/n, a gentleman is asking for you specifically. Said he saw you behind the bar earlier.” You flicked your towel over your shoulder to begin neatly stacking the freshly cleaned glasses behind the counter. “I told him you were off duty tonight.” Mary’s smooth voice grew closer as she closed in on you, placing her hands on your biceps gently so she could speak quietly. “But he has another gentleman with him too. They both look wealthy. Their clothes are normal, but they are so handsome Y/n, it doesn’t look like they go without, that’s for sure. They said they will pay generously.”
“Interesting…” you smile at Mary and she smirks back. You brush some hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you don’t want them for yourself?”
“He was insistent on you. He is waiting in the bathing suite closest to the stairs.”
“You know I don’t work in the baths, Mary.” You frowned at her inquisitively.
“You will want to when you see them. Just go up.”
***
As instructed by Mary, Jake entered the small cloak room. He removed his large black coat, hanging it on the wall. His black hat followed, then his flannel. He sat himself on the wooden bench along the wall, left in his faded brown jeans and a dark brown shirt. Consecutive knocks lightly tapped the door that led to the bathing room, and Jake lept up to open it. You were on the other side, smiling warmly up at him.
“Hi, Jake. Mary said you had asked for me. My name is y/n.” You held out your soft hand, flexing it to encourage him to hold it. He wore a giddy smile, and placed a hand over yours to step into the room fully. You almost pulled your hands back in shock. You frowned, looking up at him.
“Your hands are so cold…” you traced your eyes across his face to see if Mary had tried to waste your time. However, he was simply gorgeous. Fluffy long black hair framed a strong face. His brown eyes were large, gentle and inviting and his smile was so bright as he looked down at you. He was almost too handsome. It made the hairs stand on the back of your neck, and your hand enveloped in his cold one had begun to shake. You remembered what Mary said, he looked wealthy but only upon close inspection. It was almost like he was trying to hide, blend in, travel unnoticed. You hoped he was stupid enough to hold his belongings as close to his chest as he did his secrets.
“I guess I need you to warm them up for me….my friend and I have been traveling through the winter, it’ll be nice to be comfortable again.” You wanted to roll your eyes, the men here always had a story for you. It was too bad for them that you didn’t care.
“I’ve got a bath prepared for you now. Let’s get you ready, okay?” You said gently, a tone of seduction lacing through. You pulled his shirt from between his pants and up his torso slowly. Your eyes followed the skin as it exposed itself. He was unbelievably pale. Impossibly so; while it was winter, the hot days were still unforgiving on the skin. If he had been travelling, he would have been at the sun’s mercy. Jake was oblivious to your inspection of him, he had already started to close his eyes as your hands traced up. Once you had gotten the shirt to his armpits, he lifted his arms to pull it the rest of the way off, and you held your hand out before he could throw it to the ground. You gently folded it as you eyed his naked torso, placing his shirt on the bench just by the door. His arms were subtly muscly and similarly pale. Shadows of abs revealed themselves in the low candlelight, and his veins were prominent on his forearms. He was unlike any man you had seen here before, and you needed to know more. You tickled your nails over his biceps before rubbing your hands up.
“So Jake, I’m very flattered you asked for me. When did you see me?” You traced your hands down his hard chest, and over his tummy, to rest above his jeans. He had begun to fluster. You were looking up at him through your lashes with purposefully tantalising eyes.
“I saw you behind the bar earlier. I thought you were beautiful.” His arms twitched to hold you, but he was respectful of the no-touch rule. You undid his pant button.
“Did Mary tell you I don’t do bath duties? I thought you must have been special for her to come and ask me.” You unzipped his pants. His breath hitched. “She was right…” you pulled away from him abruptly and walked to the opposite side of the bath, quickly running your hands through the bubbly water to ensure it was still hot before looking up at him. “I will leave you some privacy to get yourself comfortable Jake, I will be back in a few moments.” He blinked out of a trance as he watched you retreat behind a door. Jake causally pushed his jeans down with his briefs, exposing his already half-hard cock to the air as he smirked to himself. He sunk into the warm water, his body now concealed by the thick layer of bubbles across the water's surface. He instantly closed his eyes and laid his head back against the landing, moaning quietly in relief.
You removed your red gown, now in a white corset undergarment and white skirt. The corset sat even lower on your chest than your dress, your breasts spilling from their constraints. It was still ornamental, the neckline was lined with deep blue fabric, and an intricate lace pattern tightened it up your back. You heard the water unsettle, and you entered the room again a few moments after you heard his relaxed sigh.
“Is it comfortable for you?” Jake had not opened his eyes yet, calmed even more by your voice.
“It’s perfect, y/n. Thank you.” You brought the short wooden stool closer to the bath's edge and sat down, dropping your hand into the water to run it up over his arms and across his chest. He had now opened his eyes to your direction, and they dropped to your tits moving slightly as your arm worked on his body. His cock hardened at the sight, combined with the feeling of your soft hands now massaging his shoulders.
“If you like what you see, Jake, I can make myself available for you tonight…” you cupped some water in your hands to drop onto his hair, gently running your fingers through his locks. His breathing had slowed now, fully relaxing into your touch and the comforting water.
“Fuck, I would love that y/n…” he whispered out, his arousal making him lose trust in his voice. He heard a bump in the next room, a foot hitting the ground, and he was reminded of his roommate for the night. “Can I invite my friend, y/n.” He sounded shy as he averted his eyes, not wanting to push his luck.
“Only if he is as handsome as you are, Jakey.” You slowed your hands on his shoulders to run them up to his cheeks, pulling his head toward you to leave a soft kiss on his forehead. “Meet me in the room on the ground floor behind the staircase once you’re done, okay?” You dried your hands on a towel resting by the bath, and left through the back door.
***
You had never entertained the prospects of two men before. You relied on your victims being alone, shameful they were even with you. Jake was neither of those things, but you felt inexplicably drawn to him. If his friend was anything like him, they would be easy travellers to use.
You poured three rum shots to sit on your nightstand. The one for yourself was pure, a simple prop to entertain the men, differentiated by a gold rim around the lip of the glass. The other two were laced with a strong concoction. Not enough to be deadly, but enough to knock a grown man unconscious. You were practised now, you didn’t even need to touch the foul men you brought into the room. Once they passed out you would rob them of their belongings, and use the side door in your room to drag their bodies into the dark alleyway. By morning they wouldn’t remember how they even got to the saloon, believing their riches to be in the hands of the cunning street children or a fortunate bypasser.
You would usually only act if you knew they were wealthy, but Jake was still a mystery to you, and he was not foul by the slightest. You were even considering entertaining yourself before you pounced. You impatiently waited on your bed, tapping your bare feet into the ground while you neatened your hair and applied a new layer of lipstick.
***
You widened the door, and gestured for Jake to enter the room. Another man stood tall behind him, golden hair softly sitting around his forehead. His face was full with a strong jaw line, a cute nose and teasing eyes. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed as he took you in, raking his eyes from your face down to your tits.
“I’m Heeseung.” He held his hand out for you, and you were similarly flinching at its cold impact. He brought your hand up to your lips, kissing it softly as he smirked, looking at you intently through his lashes. You smiled back at him, he was just as gorgeous as Jake, but he too gave you the same unnerving feeling.
“Please come in, Heeseung.” You turned to Jake, about to guide him to sit on the bed, but he had already made himself comfortable on the edge of the mattress, his denim jacket discarded on the floor. “You’re an eager boy aren’t you, baby?” You walked toward where he sat and ran your hands through his lightly damp hair. His hands were resting behind him on the bed, making his crotch push forward toward you. His cock looked painfully restrained behind his jeans. “Did you touch yourself in the bath when I left, Jakey?”
“No…I was too impatient. Wanted to feel you instead.” He moved his hands to your waist, pulling on your body to encourage you down. You first unbuttoned the side of your skirt to pull it off, your white panties now on display. You anchored your legs on either side of his body and sank down onto his lap, instantly feeling how large his cock was against your covered pussy. He moaned instantly at the impact, and you softly giggled.
“So desperate, baby…” Heeseung had remained standing by the door, half leaning his body against the wall, eyes locked on your ass. “Heeseung, can you please help me with my corset.” He wasted no time, striding over to you as he too dropped his jacket. He sensually bunched your hair together to move it over your right shoulder, softly kissing your left one before undoing the bow and pulling the lace from its holes. Once the corset had dropped vertically into your lap, you placed it on the bed next to you, leaving you in a white low cut bra. The hands of both men twitched to reach for your tits, Heeseung’s quickly raced around to your front and tweaked your nipples through the fabric. Jake’s hands tightened on your waist, and he started rocking you across his cock when you softly sighed in response to Heeseung’s movements.
You leaned your head back onto Heeseung’s broad chest to let out a purposeful moan, dragging your eyes to your nightstand. You would have already had them knocked out by now, but you decided to have a little fun. You locked your legs down onto Jake so he would stop you from grinding, and made work on your bra clasp to unclip it. Heeseung quickly grabbed at the fabric to pull it off you, throwing it by your corset. Jake took advantage of Heeseung’s quick intermission, as he was now cupping your bare tits in his hands, massaging and fondling them. He shamelessly moaned at the sensation.
Heeseung, not deterred by competition, brought his hand to the band of your panties and dipped his middle finger inside, reaching to your slick to bring it up to your clit, circling it slowly. You leaned your head back again, this time letting out a genuine string of moans. Your hands reached up to lace around Heeseung’s neck, intertwining with the hair strands you could reach as you began to rock into his hand. This pushed your pussy down onto Jake’s cock, which was now twitching with each little thrust you gave. Jake leaned up to sloppily kiss across your neckline and shoulders, and you felt the vibrations as he groaned against your skin. You moaned out desperately as Heeseung’s pace quickened on your clit.
“Need one of you right now, need to ride your face.” Jake’s abuse on your neck quickly ceased, and he pulled Heeseung’s hand from your panties.
“I’m all yours, baby.” He tapped your thighs, and you stood up to take your panties off. Heeseung laced his fingers into the fabric to pull them down for you, letting them drop so you could step out of them.
“Don’t lay down yet Jakey, let’s have a shot. I forgot I poured them earlier.” You handed them each their glass before reaching for yours, the men clicked theirs together before chucking it down without hesitation. You soon copied, crinkling your eyes slightly as it burned down your throat. The men hummed in confusion at the taste. “It’s a local distilled rum, it’s not the tastiest but it’s strong.”
“It’s not bad at all.” Heeseung said contemplatively, and Jake nodded in agreement. You slightly jerked your head back.
“Oh, that’s a first. I’m glad you like it, then.” Not once had anyone complimented the taste. The men were decidedly odd, but you only had enough time to get yourself off before they would soon be fast asleep, so you pushed Jake into the mattress and crawled up to hover his mouth.
“Fuck baby, sit down, I’ll make you feel so good…” he kissed your pussy before pulling you down by your thighs, attacking your clit with his lips and tongue. You held onto his hair as you started to grind down onto him, his nose brushing your clit adding to your instant pleasure. Heeseung had circled the bed to stand in front of you, your speed quickening as strong hands were now resting on your waist to guide you. The pressure of his hands and Jake’s tongue continuously flicking against you had you moaning in pure euphoria, and you tweaked your nipples for added pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re something, I’m so glad Jake brought me here…” Heeseung had removed his hands from you to unbutton his pants, pushing them down just enough to release his cock. He was long and thick, and you quickened your pace on Jake’s mouth as you imagined it was Heeseung’s cock inside you. He squeezed it, precum leaking down for him to collect as he stroked himself, eyes locked on your face contorted in pleasure. He got a kick out of your obvious staring at his girth, and he pumped it sensually, letting out whiny moans.
Jake was moaning underneath you as he too rocked his hips into the air, clawing for any friction he could get from his pants. The vibrations were an added sensation on your clit, and you could feel yourself building to your climax. The men would soon be knocked out, so you aggressively pressed down on Jake’s mouth, moaning shamelessly as you grinded until you came, gushing across his lips and face.
Heeseung had started to become lightheaded, and as he had drawn all the blood to his twitching cock, he quickly lost his balance and stumbled onto the bed, just catching himself before he could fall to the floor. He laid himself down on his back, panting as he tried to stop his head from spinning before his body inevitably gave out. Jake was much less dramatic, simply dropping his head to the side and closing his eyes, looking satisfied even in his slumber after you abused his mouth. You sat on his torso for a few moments before lightly slapping his face, repeating the same action to Heeseung. They were both as still as a rock, so you shoved your hands into their pant pockets, pulling out decent piles of cash and coins. You climbed off the bed to ransack their denim jackets, finding more money. It was not the usual amount you would aim for, but your experience for the night had made up for it. You applied pressure to a wooden floor panel to kick it up, revealing your wooden box for your safekeepings.
You flung open your closet to find a simple nightgown. It sat low on your chest and high up your thighs, making it perfectly comfortable to sleep in, or drag a body. Bunching his legs together by his boots, you pulled Jake from the bed. A thud sounded as his back impacted the wooden floors, another following Heeseung. You peaked out the door to ensure no onlookers were nearing, and began to drag Jake outside to rest against the wall.
As you pulled on Heeseung’s body, you watched his gorgeous face to ensure he wasn’t stirring. That was until his eyebrows began to twitch, and his mouth slightly moved. His eyes otherwise remained closed, void of consciousness, so you put all of your strength into your arms to move him outside. You unceremoniously chucked their emptied jackets on top of them, giving Heeseung a little dignity of covering his otherwise unclothed crotch.
You locked both doors to your humble room, extinguished any candles you had lit, and dimmed your lanterns. Crawling into bed, you thought about Jake’s mouth, and Heeseung’s cock. For the first time, you were almost regretful, sad at the thought they wouldn’t remember this shared night. It was delightfully easy to not get attached when you had perfected your usual menu of wealthy, lonely men. These two were vastly unlike the rest, and you squirmed slightly in place as you tried to calm yourself to sleep.
***
You had been drifting into slumber for no longer than half an hour before a steady, heavy knocking could be heard on your door that connected to the saloon. You were convinced you were dreaming at first; it was far too late for anyone to be bothering you right now. The noise ceased, and you comfortably rolled over to ease into your pillow once more.
Until it started again, louder and more impatient. You shot up in your bed, more frustrated than scared.
“What? Who is it?” You exclaimed.
“My name is Jay, I’m looking for my friends.” His tone was short but soft spoken. Fuck.
“Who are you friends, Jay? There’s no one here. I’m done for the night.” You spoke as confidently as you could.
“Their names are Heeseung and Jake. I know they’re probably not in there, but they are idiots, I just need to know they are okay. Can I check please? I will be out of your hair in no time.”
While you technically had nothing to hide in your room, if he wanted to peek out your door he would see their bodies sitting in the blissful moonlight. You also were in your right to not open your door to a strange man, although your curiosity peaked as to whether a friend of those peculiar men would be as gorgeous as they were. His voice sounded warm and comforting, so you toed across the floorboards to the door. It was much less suspicious to let him look, and you just hoped he would be quickly discouraged at your empty room.
You clicked the lock open and turned the door knob, carefully opening it just enough for your head to peep through the gap. His hand was raised as if he was about to knock again, and he dropped it quickly. You looked up at him to assess his behaviour before opening your door; if Jake and Heeseung were handsome, Jay was a god amongst men. His jawline was prominent and strong, illuminated in the moonlight flowing through the windows. Despite his sharp structure, his face was so cute; he had gorgeous dark brown eyes that carried a sincerity you found endearing and his lips were sat in a slight pout. He looked down at you, eyes slightly widening before softening to genuine gratitude.
“You have to agree to stay out there, okay? I’m not letting a strange man inside my room at this hour of the night.” You tried sounding assured, but your instant attraction to him was making it difficult.
“I completely understand.” You swung the door open to reveal your empty room, illuminated only by a street lantern just outside. His eyes quickly drifted to the v-shaped neckline on your tiny night dress, perfectly framing your inner cleavage, soon tracing to where the fabric landed just at your upper thighs. You had erred in making yourself presentable, now feeling uncharacteristicly shy under his gaze. He shook his head, as if to reset himself, and glanced around your room with a sigh.
“You were right. Of course they’re not in here, I’m sorry for disturbing you.” He nodded at you before he reached his hand to grab the door handle.
***
Heeseung’s eyes twitched open slightly, only briefly seeing his own boots through a fuzzy haze before they were forced closed. He tried to move his neck from its awkward position, but he was seemingly paralysed. He was too groggy to even panic, barely able to form a coherent thought. Where was he? Why couldn’t he move? He could subtly feel rough brick where his hands sat. As the wind picked up, it cooled his crotch area which was apparently exposed. This triggered his memory briefly, a woman on a bed. Jake was there. Wait, where is Jake? It was at the saloon, wasn’t it?
He spoke within his mind, hoping one of his dear friends was awake and close enough to receive the message. ‘Me and Jake are in trouble. We were…in the room behind the stairs…’ the mental dexterity required was far too much for his fragile mind right now, and he quickly slipped back to sleep.
About five minutes later, his eyes fluttered open again, only this time he was able to keep them open as he shifted his heavy neck up. He softly grunted, his limbs felt impossibly stiff, but he fought their weight to slowly sit up. He looked around. It was dark enough to conceal any identifiable markers as to where he was, only seeing generic buildings and uneven cobble paths. He moved his jacket out of the way to properly close his trousers, turning to his left to see Jake, sprawled unconscious against the wall. Heeseung shook his shoulders lightly, becoming more aggressive when the boy didn’t initially budge. His eyes finally twitched, and he mumbled and groaned in pain.
“Jake, we need to get up. I don’t know where we are, I think we were drugged.” He was whispering, but his tone was still authoritative.
Jake's eyes instantly widened, shocking him back to reality. He stretched his limbs and turned to Heeseung, embarrassment etched in his features.
“Heeseung, I think this was my fault…” he reached into the pocket of his denim jacket, feeling only fabric, and he knowingly sighed. “What are we going to tell Jungwon?”
“We don’t have to tell Jungwon anything. I know we are not meant to use our abilities if there are witnesses, but if I just go in and ‘convince’ her to give our money back it should be fine. We can leave in the morning and she won’t know any better.”
“Okay.” Jake whispered back. “But-”
“No Jake. I know what you’re going to say. We can never see her again.” Heeseung said with finality. The older man stood, pulling Jake up with him. They quietly walked toward the lighted pathway, relieved to see they were just outside the saloon. The wooden panels squeaked on their hinges as the two men forced themselves through, moving toward the hallway by the staircase. They quickly halted their movements at the sight before them; Jay gripping the handle of your opened door. The men began to slowly turn, but a voice travelled loudly down the hallway.
“Hey! What are you two doing?” Jake and Heeseung looked at each other shamefully before walking to Jay.
“We were lost trying to look for the bathroom.” Jay squinted at Jake, humming sarcastically.
You shuffled over to hide behind his larger frame, face tensing with sheer confusion. Neither of them should be able to hear torrential rainfall right now, let alone be walking and talking. You instantly pictured the dosage you poured them, it was no different to your normal usage, even a little more based on your accidental heavy hand. Did the chemist lower the potency on the new bottle? No, you hadn’t opened that one yet. These men were just getting weirder, and you grew disturbed. You had never been confronted before. Sure you could just give them back the money, but if they watched you retrieve it, there was nothing stopping them from robbing you blind. You figured it best to just run out the back, and you placed yourself in an offensive position.
“Right, looking for the bathroom…you both look drunk. How much have you had to drink?”
Heeseung was trying to peer over Jay to see you, but he couldn’t do so without arousing Jay’s suspicions further. If he was to use his powers right now, Jay would quickly piece their stupidity together.
“Too much, we used up all our savings.”
You frowned in disbelief, but simply chose to be grateful as he lied through his teeth. Jake piped up.
“We were going to see if a working girl would still have us...”
“Okay… but why did Hee—” Jay remembered you were still behind him, thankfully catching himself before he questioned the telepathic message he heard. “Fine, whatever. I think you both should just come back upstairs.” He turned back to you, eyeing the suspicious anxiety you now exhibited. “You don’t want two idiots who can’t even pay you, right?” He softly laughed with a charming edge, easing some tension. You smiled slightly and shook your head at him. “I didn’t think so. Sorry to disturb you again, I hope you can get back to sleep. Enjoy your night.” He politely smiled at you, and gently shut your door closed behind him.
The three men began walking up the stairs. Each step Jay took carried a particular anger as he stomped to the first floor. Bath services had now ceased for the night, giving them a somewhat private place to argue.
“Yknow, I’ve almost come to expect this shit from Jake. But Heeseung, what are you doing? Something obviously happened between you both and that woman, and you’re going to tell me right now, or I can go wake Jungwon.” Jay thought he was whispering, but the pure frustration in his tone sent his voice echoing off the walls.
“How would you even know that, Jay?” Jake attempted faux dumbfounded offence.
“I clearly heard Heeseung ask for help from that room. And then when you two showed up, she freaked. Please tell me you didn’t—” this time he genuinely lowered his voice, walking toward the men and grabbing their jackets.
“Jay. You know we would never try to…” Heeseung ensured he dropped to whisper. “We would never feed from an innocent person.”
“Okay, good. So what the fuck happened.” Jay dropped their jackets with a shove to their chest.
“She robbed us after putting something in our drinks, and then dragged us outside.” Jake averted his gaze to the ground, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Well, you two are bright aren’t you. A pretty woman talks to you and you lose all your braincells”.
“We were going to go see if we could get our money back. That’s when we ran into you.” Heeseung was speaking genuinely, meeting Jay’s eyes with a silent apology.
“Well, you need to let it go. We need to draw as little attention as possible. Use this as a lesson to take with you moving forward…”
According to Jake and Heeseung, Jay continued a monologue dripping with self righteousness and judgement as he led them up the next flight of stairs. They were now exhausted from the prolonged impacts of whatever you had given them, so they simply nodded in agreement. Jay signed at them with slight sympathy and patted their shoulders.
“Don’t talk to her anymore. I have a plan for us here, and I think I can use her. Let’s just keep this between us.”
***
Despite the pit you were nursing in your stomach, you continued to soak the mop head in the soapy bucket, dragging it across the glossy wooden floor boards. You had yet to see the strange men from your eventful night, and just about every creak of the staircase had you flinching. If they had woken up prematurely last night, it was inevitable they would piece together your guilt. You abandoned your nights sleep as you compared whether getting robbed or fired was more disastrous. What was plaguing you is why they seemingly lied to their friend; while you wanted to feel relieved, it quickly dissolved into a deep unease.
You whipped your head around to another squeak coming from the stairs. Blood started to pump to your cheeks, heart beating in quick succession, hands shaking as they idled around the mop handle. Jay calmly trudged down the steps, hands in his jean pockets, seemingly oblivious as he looked at the ground.
You turned so your back was facing him, listening for his footprints to hopefully stride past you to the exit. They instead stomped toward you, stopping as they grew closer. You snuck your eyes to the side to try and see him without turning, gulping when you saw his denim-clad figure standing just a metre from you.
“Hey, I am so sorry again about last night. Like I said to you, those two are idiots.” You halted your movements, slowly turning to assess him. He had a sweet smile on his face, and his eyes softly sought yours as he met your face. “I hope you were able to get back to sleep.” Your jaw tensed, but you plastered on a grin.
“That’s okay, I slept fine. Your name was Jay, right?”
“Yes, I don’t think I ever got yours?” He spoke with prodding curiosity. You felt yourself leaning into his warm energy, now able to focus on how attractive he was in the morning sunlight. His skin glowed like honey, and you were drawn to his plump lips when he swiped his tongue between them.
“My name is, y/n.” You spoke calmly, holding out your hand that wasn’t gripping the mop. Jay’s own wrapped around yours, and you tensed your grasp at the harsh cold. You fought the urge to grimace, instead focusing on how unusually soft his skin was.
“Are you working tonight? I mean, not like that—” he cleared his throat. “Are you free tonight. I would love to buy you a drink to make it up to you anyway.” You squinted, slightly smirking up at him.
“I will be working the bar again tonight. There’s no policy against drinking on the job, so if you’re happy to join me at the counter I can make it work.”
“It’s a deal then. I will see you tonight. Keep an eye out for me.” He sent you a wink before heading for the door. You were now unable to distinguish whether your bodily anxiety was out of fear or attraction. If you assumed Heeseung and Jake didn’t tell him, you were cautiously optimistic at the prospects of seeing Jay more. You didn’t even assess the quality of his clothes or whether there were lumps of cash in his pockets, instead focusing on his sweet voice and enchanting eyes.
You shook your head, tutting at yourself. Your safety relied on the quiet loneliness you now lived in. While initially forced upon you, life had slowly become easier once you accepted that bad things simply don’t happen if you don’t get attached. But your mind wandered against your own will, picturing the nicest dress you could wear for the night.
***
Jay approached the bar, smelling of subtle lavender following his nightly bath. He pushed up the sleeves on his newly purchased black button up. It was neatly tucked into his jeans, and his hair sat loosely across his forehead. He slotted himself into a tall stool along the bench.
The saloon was full with a steady echo of chattering and clinking glass. Dim lighting and the scent of beer set a comforting and cheery mood. He tapped his boots against the stool leg, shifting his head to look for you behind the bar.
You finally entered, wearing a black gown. It was slightly low on your chest with a decorative lace edge, but was otherwise tastefully modest. Jay took in a heavy breath upon seeing you enter his view, rubbing his hands on his thigh to ground himself. His family was relying on him right now, even if they didn’t exactly know. You both shyly smiled at each other, and you quickly approached him.
“Hi Jay, what can I get you?” He pulled out some cash and slid it across the bench, a bright, toothy smile directed your way.
“Make whatever you want for both of us.”
“Can do. Two beers coming up.” You spoke with a laugh, clicking open two bottles. You both clinked your beverages together before taking a large swig.
“So, when do you finish for the night y/n? To be honest, I was hoping to get to know you more.”
You darted your eyes to the man further down the bar serving a group of men.
“Yknow, I’m sure John can handle himself for half an hour.” You gestured for Jay to follow you, leading him to the booth in the very corner of the establishment. It was surrounded by a window bay, which illuminated the table with an orange tinge from the streetlight. To your surprise, he sunk into the couch in the space next to you, and you could feel his body heat radiating onto you.
“This is a pretty nice saloon, especially compared to some of the places we’ve been. How long have you worked here?” His eyes hadn’t left yours since he started to speak, and they now carried a hint of affection. You hesitated for a moment; you’d never really gotten your story straight once you arrived in this god forsaken town. Something about him made you want to attempt a genuine conversation, but you restrained yourself before opening your mouth.
“A couple of months. I came from a really small town called Valentine. Compared to it, anywhere is better, but this place has its own demons.” Jay nodded contemplatively.
“I’m getting that impression. My brothers and I are trying to figure out if we want to settle here. It just feels like there is something more under the surface.” You felt like he was staring into your soul, whether that was his intention or your paranoia you’re not sure.
“Were those two men from last night your brothers?”
“Yea. There’s seven of us. We’re staying here for a bit, but I’m going to start looking for a place if we find work.” He took his last large sip of his beer, pushing the bottle away before he leaned his arm back to rest behind you on the chair.
Men never took the time to conversate with you before they shoved cash in your face or cornered you against the wall. You’ve never felt bad about what would transpire after, because why should you? If they view women as nothing more than a sex object, why not use it against them?
This is why you were so disturbed by the flutter in your heart as his scent wafted in your space from his movement. His thigh had shuffled to sit against yours, and he comfortably eased himself into the back of the lounge.
“Anyway, enough about me and my strange family. Tell me about Valentine, did you come here with anyone?” You poured a generous gulp of beer down your throat, attempting to distract from the instant tears prickling at your eyes.
“Yes, I did. But she, well, left.” You steadied your voice enough to conceal your sudden grief, shocked at your own reaction. What seemed like an easy question carried a weight you still have yet to confront; guilt, regret and sadness rolling into one. You had forbidden yourself from thinking about it, let alone talking about it.
“Hey, it’s okay. How about you tell me what I should do around town, who makes the best food?” A gentle hand rubbed at your shoulder, another resting on your thigh. His touch was like nothing you had experienced before, it felt genuine, soft, comforting. You subconsciously leaned into him, resting your head around his shoulder.
“Hmm, the old lady who runs the food stall at the market makes a fantastic beef stew.” He laughed slightly at you entertaining his distraction.
“Well, if you are free one day, I would love for you to show me.” You both smiled, although Jay’s quickly dropped upon thinking about how a stew would do nothing to contain the deep, painful hunger that was eating at his stomach. Sunoo was actively starving, and Riki was about a day away from tearing into the nearest human. He needed information, for the sake of his brothers. He pushed down a lump in his throat, and moved his mouth to your ear.
“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Your eyes widened at his sudden tone change, and you reached a mental fork in the road as you felt his hands rub more sensually on your leg. You could give him the benefit of the doubt, ease into your emotions for once and test his intentions. Or, you could cut your losses now, and rob him for all he is worth before he could rob you of your dignity.
“Yea, let’s go.” He tapped you where his hands were sitting before he shuffled off the chair. He held out his hand to help you out, and you interlaced them together once you stood to lead him to your room.
***
You lightly closed the door, watching Jay fiddle with the rolled sleeves of his shirt before shifting his hands into his pockets. He was slowly pacing from the door to the bed, darting his eyes around.
“Jay, are you okay? You can sit on my bed.” You frowned at him, now feeling slightly uneasy. It stung your heart a tinge that he was seemingly working himself up about what would happen next. You knew deep down he wouldn’t have wanted a quiet place to just talk, but you had let yourself dream on your short walk here. You sat closely next to him, grabbing his hands in yours. “You seem nervous. It’s okay, did you talk to me because I’m a working girl, is this your first time seeing one?”
“That obvious…?” He scoffed to himself, shaking his head. He intertwined his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb where it rested on your skin. You hummed, thinking about how he had probably buttered you up to just reduce his nerves.
“Well, I always have some drinks ready for guests who seem nervous, it’s very normal.” You moved your hand to rub his shoulder, using the other to reach for the shot glass with a spiked rum. “Here you go.”
“Oh, thank you. I would love for you to have one too, it would make me feel better. You can have that one.” He rubbed a hand on your thigh, and you hoped he didn’t feel your muscles tense.
“It’s okay, Jay. I can make another for myself in a moment.” You pushed the glass toward him, starting to tickle the hair on the nape on his neck.
“Is that so you can drug me, too? Steal all my money? Chuck me outside?” His tone had completely dropped, low, soulless and confident. You felt as if the room had gotten darker, and you began to shake with adrenaline. You dropped the hand that was touching him, juxtaposed by his tightening on your leg. “All I had on me is the cash I spent at the bar, you’re not going to get anything from me.” He took the glass from your weak grasp and leaned over you slowly to place it back on your nightstand. Your eyes became hot, and you clenched your jaw to ensure you wouldn’t falter.
“Did you really think Hee and Jake wouldn’t tell me? I don’t blame you for what you do, but you endangered my brothers. So, you’re going to do some things for me, or I will take that glass out so your boss can have a whiff.” You tried to push yourself up from the bed with fighting strength, now terrified of what he would do in this lonely room. He not only held you down by your leg, he used his other hand to grasp your wrist. You whipped your head toward him as you were flung back onto the bed.
“What the hell could you want from me, Jay? You’ve wasted my time all night, I would have just slept with you if you asked.” You tried to speak loudly to alert one of the nearby women, thrashing against him.
“Woah, hey, I promise I’m not going to hurt you. Jesus, I would never do anything like that.” He lightened his grip, instead standing so he was between both exits in your room and he surrendered with his hands like he was calming a trapped animal. “I just need you to answer some questions. And you’re going to be honest. I told you my brothers need work. We want to speak to Angelo Brontë.”
You now felt a deep nausea building in your stomach, and your head spun with dizzying stress.
“Why don’t you just go ask someone at the bar? I’m just a working girl, what could I have to do with him?” You exclaimed with enough conviction that you almost believed it yourself.
“Well, I did speak to someone at the bar, which is why I know that’s not true. When I walk out of here, no one will know it was you who told me, you have my word. I’m not going to put you in danger. But I will make life very difficult for you here if you don’t tell me right now.” His voice had softened, coaxing you into a false sense of security that in no way matched what he was saying.
You threw your head into your hands for a moment, groaning in acceptance. It was only a matter of time before your lies would catch up with you. However, you refused to simply give away all of your cards without something in return, and you concocted a plan.
“Fine. You’re right. I work every weekend at Angelo’s personal saloon.”
“Well, that’s a great start. Me and my brothers have some, well, sought after skills. We think we could do some good work for his gang. We’re not scared to get our hands dirty. How do I get a job with him?” He sat back on the bed, feeling more calm about the conversation. You shuffled back next to him, now seeking out his eyes with a genuine vulnerability.
“Well, Angelo’s main problem right now is Micah, he’s from this small outlaw gang, they’ve been causing trouble to Angelo’s people since they got here. Get rid of him and prove it to Angelo, and I’m sure he’d be appreciative. The Van Der Linde gang defend their men strongly, so it won’t be easy.” You played with the skirt of your gown, mulling over your next words carefully.
“I could help you get a meeting with Angelo if you prove yourselves. But only if you agree to help me too. You will tell Angelo that it was my idea, that I wanted to help him generously.” You spoke with a newfound venom, and Jay jerked his head back with disbelief.
“Why would you want that y/n? I can’t tell if you like him or hate him.”
“He hurt someone close to me. What I need to do from there doesn’t need to concern you.” You both sat in a stark silence, finally looking at each other when it became unbearable. “I have a day off tomorrow before I head to his saloon for the night. Meet me down here tomorrow at 9, and I can tell you what you need to know.”
A thin lipped smile grew on Jay’s face, and he nodded in thought before standing to leave. The moment his back was to you, the tears began to release themselves instantly down your cheeks. You tried not to breathe, not wanting to cry until he had left.
Jay opened the door to strut out, but he turned back to you before he could move his boot into the hallway. He saw your shaking frame as you held a fist to your lips in comfort.
“Hey, I never wanted to hurt you, okay? I’m sorry for how this had to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He sighed, clicking the door closed.
I really love this story. And I have half of part 2 written. But I also kind of forgot about it and don’t know what to do 😭💔 the story is planned I just need to write it
just a reminder that this blog is run by someone who:
— is anti ICE & fascism
— is pro-choice & feminist
— supports trans & queer people
— hates generative AI & capitalism
— supports immigrants & people of color
— is pro-environmentalism & social justice
— supports palestine & all other territories unjustly suffering
not to be rude, but yall gotta stop using and posting ai photos of the members. i try to give people the benefit of the doubt, maybe they truly don’t know a picture is ai, but at this point, yall are too gullible.
first it was those ai photos of riki and now i just saw someone use two ai photos of jungwon. start using your brains and realizing that these photos follow a pattern, the current pattern that the idol is in bed, posing. not to mention they’re always randomly popping up. also, use reverse image search, use social media!! if you can’t find the “original” photo posted somewhere, you can likely assume it’s ai. and if someone points out that the photos you thought were real, are actually ai, don’t get defensive, just take them down. it’s not hard.
don’t try to dismiss ai and claim it’s not that deep, it’s always been that deep, it will ALWAYS be that deep. stop being losers with no moral compass.
Chapter 1 (NSFW): Heeseung x reader x Jake (brief threesome), eventual beginning of Jay x reader
Word count: 8.7k
Synopsis: From the outside, reader is a simple working girl at a saloon in Saint Denis. Jake and Heeseung soon learn however that attraction can lead to unfortunate luck after they are drugged and robbed during a steamy night.
Meanwhile, Jay tries his best to get his family back on track in a new town after fleeing from their home, bringing nothing with them but the clothes on their back and the insatiable need for blood. Reader may just be who they need to liaise with the most dangerous outlaw gang in town, but will this come at the expense of a slowly blooming affection?
(Pulls from the lore of Red Dead Redemption 2 for plot purposes only)
Warnings: alcohol consumption, sex work, oral sex (f!receiving), face riding, male masterbation, unconsensual drug use leading to unconsciousness (all sexual acts are completely consensual), drink spiking, reader has brief fears of sexual assault in context, implied discussions of contract killing and organised crime, era-accurate discussions of misogyny, reader is traumatised and scared of love
SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI. YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
Saint Denis (pron. San Da-nee) was a foul place. Its very essence was founded with the roots of corruption and blood, only built upon by dishonour and betrayal.
It was no wonder, therefore, that the seven wanted men had entered its boundaries for refuge. Although at this point in time, wanted was a strong word. Being wanted required witnesses bearing enough information to begin a hunt. As far as they were concerned, they had left none.
The men entered on horseback, carrying with them cautious confidence. Anonymity was required, but right now so was shelter, and even a beer. They tightened the ropes that restrained their horses to the fence, and climbed the outdoor staircase to the nearest hotel establishment. Its entry was a bustling saloon, and as per the moon approaching its peak in the star-speckled sky, many locals and travellers filled its space. The smell of alcohol and cigars was severe, soaking into the wooden surfaces and up the nostrils of anyone in its radius.
Jungwon led the six other men to an unoccupied booth. They sat with grunts and sighs, grateful for a soft landing for their tired, aching legs. He ordered two beers for each of his men, directing the bartender to their table with a pointed finger. The bartender gestured to the reception area in a room toward the back, to where Jungwon sauntered to, wood creaking under his heavy boots. He booked enough rooms for everyone to have space in a bed, handing over a generous bag of gold coins.
He returned to the men already merrily laughing between themselves, clinking their bottles together and holding each other close. Exhausted smiles painted their faces, and while their eyes didn’t quite crinkle, it was more than they had been able to give recently. Jungwon let his lip twitch, and Jay shuffled over to give him sitting space. Jungwon lowered his volume, letting his voice be concealed by the live guitar tune playing to its dancing crowd.
“I’m glad everyone is feeling a little better.” He glanced at Sunoo with a knowing nod, who otherwise had not bothered to participate in the jolly activities. “But we need to stay focused while we are here. We are lucky with how things transpired, but we need to be vigilant. If we hear talks of witnesses, we need to be ready to flee. Travel in pairs. We can’t get comfortable here until we know it’s safe.” The men intently listened, nodding their heads. Jay was watching beer drip from the lips of his bottle, Heeseung had kept his eyes on Jungwon, Sunoo was solemnly spinning his drink in his hands.
The brief moments of joy were just that, fleeting and empty. Because they would always be reminded of who they are. What they are. The towns folk may not be any wiser, but the stares being shot their way were still the same disgusted looks they were now accustomed to. “But, all seems clear tonight at least. So let’s have a good enough night and sleep in an actual bed.” He held up his bottle, and the other men sincerely responded with a clink of their own.
Jake took a generous swig to finish his first bottle and made haste on the next. His eyes lingered across the saloon; he noted its patrons to be more wealthy than most. Quality suit sets and gowns, clean hair and beards, obvious jewels and gold decorating their pockets or wrists. That was until they were headed for the door, as he watched as they would collect their valuables and shove them into deep pockets.
Jake, however, was also just a man. He saw you behind the bar, stacking up piles of glassware into a wooden box. Your bouncy curls were tucked behind your hair, although falling to the front when you bent slightly to pick up the box. This displayed your modest cleavage, tightened into a deep red gown, corseted on your torso with a sweetheart neckline. Why was a gorgeous woman like you, dressed like that, stacking cups? He eyed you cheekily as you were sufficiently distracted, until you retreated away with your box.
The men drank some more, their high tolerance for such substances made drinking a simple pleasure, allowing for some moments of relaxation but nothing too much more. They abandoned their empty bottles and sauntered up the stairs. The first floor they reached was a hallway lined with doors, and women with neat corset gowns paced between the rooms. A residual scent of lavender travelled through the air, and soft splashing could be heard behind the walls.
“Ah thank god, we can bathe here too.” Jungwon sighed with genuine relief. Heeseung and Jake shared a lighthearted look as they watched the moving women. “Let’s keep going up, our rooms will be up here they said.” Jungwon hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder and continued, reaching the four adjacent rooms he had booked. “I don’t care where you sleep, who needs a room alone tonight. I don’t mind.”
“Heeseung and I can share.” Jake perked up quickly.
“Yea, real smooth.” Heeseung whispered into his ear, snorting back a laugh. Jungwon pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Frankly, I am too tired to care about whatever you two are planning on doing, but just don’t be stupid. Because it is all of us you are putting at risk.” He gave them a stern glare, before turning to the other men. “Me and Sunoo can share for the night. The rest of you can work it out.” He quickly unlocked his door, holding it open for Sunoo to passively walk though. He passed Jay the remaining keys while leaning up to his ear to speak softly. “Keep an eye on them please.” Jay nodded and patted Jungwon on the shoulder before the shorter man turned to excuse himself.
“Sunghoon, you seem like you need some time. I will share with Riki, you can take the solo room.” Sunghoon thanked him under his breath and quickly excused himself to his room. Jay unlocked the door for the youngest boy so they could both enter, stripping themselves of their heavy jackets. Riki took off his hat, loosened and pulled off his boots, and flopped onto the mattress.
“Ah, so comfy…” he sighed, closing his eyes instantly.
“You can have the bed to yourself for a bit, Riki. I’m gonna have a bath.” The young man was asleep by the time Jay had finished his sentence.
***
“Y/n, a gentleman is asking for you specifically. Said he saw you behind the bar earlier.” You flicked your towel over your shoulder to begin neatly stacking the freshly cleaned glasses behind the counter. “I told him you were off duty tonight.” Mary’s smooth voice grew closer as she closed in on you, placing her hands on your biceps gently so she could speak quietly. “But he has another gentleman with him too. They both look wealthy. Their clothes are normal, but they are so handsome Y/n, it doesn’t look like they go without, that’s for sure. They said they will pay generously.”
“Interesting…” you smile at Mary and she smirks back. You brush some hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you don’t want them for yourself?”
“He was insistent on you. He is waiting in the bathing suite closest to the stairs.”
“You know I don’t work in the baths, Mary.” You frowned at her inquisitively.
“You will want to when you see them. Just go up.”
***
As instructed by Mary, Jake entered the small cloak room. He removed his large black coat, hanging it on the wall. His black hat followed, then his flannel. He sat himself on the wooden bench along the wall, left in his faded brown jeans and a dark brown shirt. Consecutive knocks lightly tapped the door that led to the bathing room, and Jake lept up to open it. You were on the other side, smiling warmly up at him.
“Hi, Jake. Mary said you had asked for me. My name is y/n.” You held out your soft hand, flexing it to encourage him to hold it. He wore a giddy smile, and placed a hand over yours to step into the room fully. You almost pulled your hands back in shock. You frowned, looking up at him.
“Your hands are so cold…” you traced your eyes across his face to see if Mary had tried to waste your time. However, he was simply gorgeous. Fluffy long black hair framed a strong face. His brown eyes were large, gentle and inviting and his smile was so bright as he looked down at you. He was almost too handsome. It made the hairs stand on the back of your neck, and your hand enveloped in his cold one had begun to shake. You remembered what Mary said, he looked wealthy but only upon close inspection. It was almost like he was trying to hide, blend in, travel unnoticed. You hoped he was stupid enough to hold his belongings as close to his chest as he did his secrets.
“I guess I need you to warm them up for me….my friend and I have been traveling through the winter, it’ll be nice to be comfortable again.” You wanted to roll your eyes, the men here always had a story for you. It was too bad for them that you didn’t care.
“I’ve got a bath prepared for you now. Let’s get you ready, okay?” You said gently, a tone of seduction lacing through. You pulled his shirt from between his pants and up his torso slowly. Your eyes followed the skin as it exposed itself. He was unbelievably pale. Impossibly so; while it was winter, the hot days were still unforgiving on the skin. If he had been travelling, he would have been at the sun’s mercy. Jake was oblivious to your inspection of him, he had already started to close his eyes as your hands traced up. Once you had gotten the shirt to his armpits, he lifted his arms to pull it the rest of the way off, and you held your hand out before he could throw it to the ground. You gently folded it as you eyed his naked torso, placing his shirt on the bench just by the door. His arms were subtly muscly and similarly pale. Shadows of abs revealed themselves in the low candlelight, and his veins were prominent on his forearms. He was unlike any man you had seen here before, and you needed to know more. You tickled your nails over his biceps before rubbing your hands up.
“So Jake, I’m very flattered you asked for me. When did you see me?” You traced your hands down his hard chest, and over his tummy, to rest above his jeans. He had begun to fluster. You were looking up at him through your lashes with purposefully tantalising eyes.
“I saw you behind the bar earlier. I thought you were beautiful.” His arms twitched to hold you, but he was respectful of the no-touch rule. You undid his pant button.
“Did Mary tell you I don’t do bath duties? I thought you must have been special for her to come and ask me.” You unzipped his pants. His breath hitched. “She was right…” you pulled away from him abruptly and walked to the opposite side of the bath, quickly running your hands through the bubbly water to ensure it was still hot before looking up at him. “I will leave you some privacy to get yourself comfortable Jake, I will be back in a few moments.” He blinked out of a trance as he watched you retreat behind a door. Jake causally pushed his jeans down with his briefs, exposing his already half-hard cock to the air as he smirked to himself. He sunk into the warm water, his body now concealed by the thick layer of bubbles across the water's surface. He instantly closed his eyes and laid his head back against the landing, moaning quietly in relief.
You removed your red gown, now in a white corset undergarment and white skirt. The corset sat even lower on your chest than your dress, your breasts spilling from their constraints. It was still ornamental, the neckline was lined with deep blue fabric, and an intricate lace pattern tightened it up your back. You heard the water unsettle, and you entered the room again a few moments after you heard his relaxed sigh.
“Is it comfortable for you?” Jake had not opened his eyes yet, calmed even more by your voice.
“It’s perfect, y/n. Thank you.” You brought the short wooden stool closer to the bath's edge and sat down, dropping your hand into the water to run it up over his arms and across his chest. He had now opened his eyes to your direction, and they dropped to your tits moving slightly as your arm worked on his body. His cock hardened at the sight, combined with the feeling of your soft hands now massaging his shoulders.
“If you like what you see, Jake, I can make myself available for you tonight…” you cupped some water in your hands to drop onto his hair, gently running your fingers through his locks. His breathing had slowed now, fully relaxing into your touch and the comforting water.
“Fuck, I would love that y/n…” he whispered out, his arousal making him lose trust in his voice. He heard a bump in the next room, a foot hitting the ground, and he was reminded of his roommate for the night. “Can I invite my friend, y/n.” He sounded shy as he averted his eyes, not wanting to push his luck.
“Only if he is as handsome as you are, Jakey.” You slowed your hands on his shoulders to run them up to his cheeks, pulling his head toward you to leave a soft kiss on his forehead. “Meet me in the room on the ground floor behind the staircase once you’re done, okay?” You dried your hands on a towel resting by the bath, and left through the back door.
***
You had never entertained the prospects of two men before. You relied on your victims being alone, shameful they were even with you. Jake was neither of those things, but you felt inexplicably drawn to him. If his friend was anything like him, they would be easy travellers to use.
You poured three rum shots to sit on your nightstand. The one for yourself was pure, a simple prop to entertain the men, differentiated by a gold rim around the lip of the glass. The other two were laced with a strong concoction. Not enough to be deadly, but enough to knock a grown man unconscious. You were practised now, you didn’t even need to touch the foul men you brought into the room. Once they passed out you would rob them of their belongings, and use the side door in your room to drag their bodies into the dark alleyway. By morning they wouldn’t remember how they even got to the saloon, believing their riches to be in the hands of the cunning street children or a fortunate bypasser.
You would usually only act if you knew they were wealthy, but Jake was still a mystery to you, and he was not foul by the slightest. You were even considering entertaining yourself before you pounced. You impatiently waited on your bed, tapping your bare feet into the ground while you neatened your hair and applied a new layer of lipstick.
***
You widened the door, and gestured for Jake to enter the room. Another man stood tall behind him, golden hair softly sitting around his forehead. His face was full with a strong jaw line, a cute nose and teasing eyes. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed as he took you in, raking his eyes from your face down to your tits.
“I’m Heeseung.” He held his hand out for you, and you were similarly flinching at its cold impact. He brought your hand up to your lips, kissing it softly as he smirked, looking at you intently through his lashes. You smiled back at him, he was just as gorgeous as Jake, but he too gave you the same unnerving feeling.
“Please come in, Heeseung.” You turned to Jake, about to guide him to sit on the bed, but he had already made himself comfortable on the edge of the mattress, his denim jacket discarded on the floor. “You’re an eager boy aren’t you, baby?” You walked toward where he sat and ran your hands through his lightly damp hair. His hands were resting behind him on the bed, making his crotch push forward toward you. His cock looked painfully restrained behind his jeans. “Did you touch yourself in the bath when I left, Jakey?”
“No…I was too impatient. Wanted to feel you instead.” He moved his hands to your waist, pulling on your body to encourage you down. You first unbuttoned the side of your skirt to pull it off, your white panties now on display. You anchored your legs on either side of his body and sank down onto his lap, instantly feeling how large his cock was against your covered pussy. He moaned instantly at the impact, and you softly giggled.
“So desperate, baby…” Heeseung had remained standing by the door, half leaning his body against the wall, eyes locked on your ass. “Heeseung, can you please help me with my corset.” He wasted no time, striding over to you as he too dropped his jacket. He sensually bunched your hair together to move it over your right shoulder, softly kissing your left one before undoing the bow and pulling the lace from its holes. Once the corset had dropped vertically into your lap, you placed it on the bed next to you, leaving you in a white low cut bra. The hands of both men twitched to reach for your tits, Heeseung’s quickly raced around to your front and tweaked your nipples through the fabric. Jake’s hands tightened on your waist, and he started rocking you across his cock when you softly sighed in response to Heeseung’s movements.
You leaned your head back onto Heeseung’s broad chest to let out a purposeful moan, dragging your eyes to your nightstand. You would have already had them knocked out by now, but you decided to have a little fun. You locked your legs down onto Jake so he would stop you from grinding, and made work on your bra clasp to unclip it. Heeseung quickly grabbed at the fabric to pull it off you, throwing it by your corset. Jake took advantage of Heeseung’s quick intermission, as he was now cupping your bare tits in his hands, massaging and fondling them. He shamelessly moaned at the sensation.
Heeseung, not deterred by competition, brought his hand to the band of your panties and dipped his middle finger inside, reaching to your slick to bring it up to your clit, circling it slowly. You leaned your head back again, this time letting out a genuine string of moans. Your hands reached up to lace around Heeseung’s neck, intertwining with the hair strands you could reach as you began to rock into his hand. This pushed your pussy down onto Jake’s cock, which was now twitching with each little thrust you gave. Jake leaned up to sloppily kiss across your neckline and shoulders, and you felt the vibrations as he groaned against your skin. You moaned out desperately as Heeseung’s pace quickened on your clit.
“Need one of you right now, need to ride your face.” Jake’s abuse on your neck quickly ceased, and he pulled Heeseung’s hand from your panties.
“I’m all yours, baby.” He tapped your thighs, and you stood up to take your panties off. Heeseung laced his fingers into the fabric to pull them down for you, letting them drop so you could step out of them.
“Don’t lay down yet Jakey, let’s have a shot. I forgot I poured them earlier.” You handed them each their glass before reaching for yours, the men clicked theirs together before chucking it down without hesitation. You soon copied, crinkling your eyes slightly as it burned down your throat. The men hummed in confusion at the taste. “It’s a local distilled rum, it’s not the tastiest but it’s strong.”
“It’s not bad at all.” Heeseung said contemplatively, and Jake nodded in agreement. You slightly jerked your head back.
“Oh, that’s a first. I’m glad you like it, then.” Not once had anyone complimented the taste. The men were decidedly odd, but you only had enough time to get yourself off before they would soon be fast asleep, so you pushed Jake into the mattress and crawled up to hover his mouth.
“Fuck baby, sit down, I’ll make you feel so good…” he kissed your pussy before pulling you down by your thighs, attacking your clit with his lips and tongue. You held onto his hair as you started to grind down onto him, his nose brushing your clit adding to your instant pleasure. Heeseung had circled the bed to stand in front of you, your speed quickening as strong hands were now resting on your waist to guide you. The pressure of his hands and Jake’s tongue continuously flicking against you had you moaning in pure euphoria, and you tweaked your nipples for added pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re something, I’m so glad Jake brought me here…” Heeseung had removed his hands from you to unbutton his pants, pushing them down just enough to release his cock. He was long and thick, and you quickened your pace on Jake’s mouth as you imagined it was Heeseung’s cock inside you. He squeezed it, precum leaking down for him to collect as he stroked himself, eyes locked on your face contorted in pleasure. He got a kick out of your obvious staring at his girth, and he pumped it sensually, letting out whiny moans.
Jake was moaning underneath you as he too rocked his hips into the air, clawing for any friction he could get from his pants. The vibrations were an added sensation on your clit, and you could feel yourself building to your climax. The men would soon be knocked out, so you aggressively pressed down on Jake’s mouth, moaning shamelessly as you grinded until you came, gushing across his lips and face.
Heeseung had started to become lightheaded, and as he had drawn all the blood to his twitching cock, he quickly lost his balance and stumbled onto the bed, just catching himself before he could fall to the floor. He laid himself down on his back, panting as he tried to stop his head from spinning before his body inevitably gave out. Jake was much less dramatic, simply dropping his head to the side and closing his eyes, looking satisfied even in his slumber after you abused his mouth. You sat on his torso for a few moments before lightly slapping his face, repeating the same action to Heeseung. They were both as still as a rock, so you shoved your hands into their pant pockets, pulling out decent piles of cash and coins. You climbed off the bed to ransack their denim jackets, finding more money. It was not the usual amount you would aim for, but your experience for the night had made up for it. You applied pressure to a wooden floor panel to kick it up, revealing your wooden box for your safekeepings.
You flung open your closet to find a simple nightgown. It sat low on your chest and high up your thighs, making it perfectly comfortable to sleep in, or drag a body. Bunching his legs together by his boots, you pulled Jake from the bed. A thud sounded as his back impacted the wooden floors, another following Heeseung. You peaked out the door to ensure no onlookers were nearing, and began to drag Jake outside to rest against the wall.
As you pulled on Heeseung’s body, you watched his gorgeous face to ensure he wasn’t stirring. That was until his eyebrows began to twitch, and his mouth slightly moved. His eyes otherwise remained closed, void of consciousness, so you put all of your strength into your arms to move him outside. You unceremoniously chucked their emptied jackets on top of them, giving Heeseung a little dignity of covering his otherwise unclothed crotch.
You locked both doors to your humble room, extinguished any candles you had lit, and dimmed your lanterns. Crawling into bed, you thought about Jake’s mouth, and Heeseung’s cock. For the first time, you were almost regretful, sad at the thought they wouldn’t remember this shared night. It was delightfully easy to not get attached when you had perfected your usual menu of wealthy, lonely men. These two were vastly unlike the rest, and you squirmed slightly in place as you tried to calm yourself to sleep.
***
You had been drifting into slumber for no longer than half an hour before a steady, heavy knocking could be heard on your door that connected to the saloon. You were convinced you were dreaming at first; it was far too late for anyone to be bothering you right now. The noise ceased, and you comfortably rolled over to ease into your pillow once more.
Until it started again, louder and more impatient. You shot up in your bed, more frustrated than scared.
“What? Who is it?” You exclaimed.
“My name is Jay, I’m looking for my friends.” His tone was short but soft spoken. Fuck.
“Who are you friends, Jay? There’s no one here. I’m done for the night.” You spoke as confidently as you could.
“Their names are Heeseung and Jake. I know they’re probably not in there, but they are idiots, I just need to know they are okay. Can I check please? I will be out of your hair in no time.”
While you technically had nothing to hide in your room, if he wanted to peek out your door he would see their bodies sitting in the blissful moonlight. You also were in your right to not open your door to a strange man, although your curiosity peaked as to whether a friend of those peculiar men would be as gorgeous as they were. His voice sounded warm and comforting, so you toed across the floorboards to the door. It was much less suspicious to let him look, and you just hoped he would be quickly discouraged at your empty room.
You clicked the lock open and turned the door knob, carefully opening it just enough for your head to peep through the gap. His hand was raised as if he was about to knock again, and he dropped it quickly. You looked up at him to assess his behaviour before opening your door; if Jake and Heeseung were handsome, Jay was a god amongst men. His jawline was prominent and strong, illuminated in the moonlight flowing through the windows. Despite his sharp structure, his face was so cute; he had gorgeous dark brown eyes that carried a sincerity you found endearing and his lips were sat in a slight pout. He looked down at you, eyes slightly widening before softening to genuine gratitude.
“You have to agree to stay out there, okay? I’m not letting a strange man inside my room at this hour of the night.” You tried sounding assured, but your instant attraction to him was making it difficult.
“I completely understand.” You swung the door open to reveal your empty room, illuminated only by a street lantern just outside. His eyes quickly drifted to the v-shaped neckline on your tiny night dress, perfectly framing your inner cleavage, soon tracing to where the fabric landed just at your upper thighs. You had erred in making yourself presentable, now feeling uncharacteristicly shy under his gaze. He shook his head, as if to reset himself, and glanced around your room with a sigh.
“You were right. Of course they’re not in here, I’m sorry for disturbing you.” He nodded at you before he reached his hand to grab the door handle.
***
Heeseung’s eyes twitched open slightly, only briefly seeing his own boots through a fuzzy haze before they were forced closed. He tried to move his neck from its awkward position, but he was seemingly paralysed. He was too groggy to even panic, barely able to form a coherent thought. Where was he? Why couldn’t he move? He could subtly feel rough brick where his hands sat. As the wind picked up, it cooled his crotch area which was apparently exposed. This triggered his memory briefly, a woman on a bed. Jake was there. Wait, where is Jake? It was at the saloon, wasn’t it?
He spoke within his mind, hoping one of his dear friends was awake and close enough to receive the message. ‘Me and Jake are in trouble. We were…in the room behind the stairs…’ the mental dexterity required was far too much for his fragile mind right now, and he quickly slipped back to sleep.
About five minutes later, his eyes fluttered open again, only this time he was able to keep them open as he shifted his heavy neck up. He softly grunted, his limbs felt impossibly stiff, but he fought their weight to slowly sit up. He looked around. It was dark enough to conceal any identifiable markers as to where he was, only seeing generic buildings and uneven cobble paths. He moved his jacket out of the way to properly close his trousers, turning to his left to see Jake, sprawled unconscious against the wall. Heeseung shook his shoulders lightly, becoming more aggressive when the boy didn’t initially budge. His eyes finally twitched, and he mumbled and groaned in pain.
“Jake, we need to get up. I don’t know where we are, I think we were drugged.” He was whispering, but his tone was still authoritative.
Jake's eyes instantly widened, shocking him back to reality. He stretched his limbs and turned to Heeseung, embarrassment etched in his features.
“Heeseung, I think this was my fault…” he reached into the pocket of his denim jacket, feeling only fabric, and he knowingly sighed. “What are we going to tell Jungwon?”
“We don’t have to tell Jungwon anything. I know we are not meant to use our abilities if there are witnesses, but if I just go in and ‘convince’ her to give our money back it should be fine. We can leave in the morning and she won’t know any better.”
“Okay.” Jake whispered back. “But-”
“No Jake. I know what you’re going to say. We can never see her again.” Heeseung said with finality. The older man stood, pulling Jake up with him. They quietly walked toward the lighted pathway, relieved to see they were just outside the saloon. The wooden panels squeaked on their hinges as the two men forced themselves through, moving toward the hallway by the staircase. They quickly halted their movements at the sight before them; Jay gripping the handle of your opened door. The men began to slowly turn, but a voice travelled loudly down the hallway.
“Hey! What are you two doing?” Jake and Heeseung looked at each other shamefully before walking to Jay.
“We were lost trying to look for the bathroom.” Jay squinted at Jake, humming sarcastically.
You shuffled over to hide behind his larger frame, face tensing with sheer confusion. Neither of them should be able to hear torrential rainfall right now, let alone be walking and talking. You instantly pictured the dosage you poured them, it was no different to your normal usage, even a little more based on your accidental heavy hand. Did the chemist lower the potency on the new bottle? No, you hadn’t opened that one yet. These men were just getting weirder, and you grew disturbed. You had never been confronted before. Sure you could just give them back the money, but if they watched you retrieve it, there was nothing stopping them from robbing you blind. You figured it best to just run out the back, and you placed yourself in an offensive position.
“Right, looking for the bathroom…you both look drunk. How much have you had to drink?”
Heeseung was trying to peer over Jay to see you, but he couldn’t do so without arousing Jay’s suspicions further. If he was to use his powers right now, Jay would quickly piece their stupidity together.
“Too much, we used up all our savings.”
You frowned in disbelief, but simply chose to be grateful as he lied through his teeth. Jake piped up.
“We were going to see if a working girl would still have us...”
“Okay… but why did Hee—” Jay remembered you were still behind him, thankfully catching himself before he questioned the telepathic message he heard. “Fine, whatever. I think you both should just come back upstairs.” He turned back to you, eyeing the suspicious anxiety you now exhibited. “You don’t want two idiots who can’t even pay you, right?” He softly laughed with a charming edge, easing some tension. You smiled slightly and shook your head at him. “I didn’t think so. Sorry to disturb you again, I hope you can get back to sleep. Enjoy your night.” He politely smiled at you, and gently shut your door closed behind him.
The three men began walking up the stairs. Each step Jay took carried a particular anger as he stomped to the first floor. Bath services had now ceased for the night, giving them a somewhat private place to argue.
“Yknow, I’ve almost come to expect this shit from Jake. But Heeseung, what are you doing? Something obviously happened between you both and that woman, and you’re going to tell me right now, or I can go wake Jungwon.” Jay thought he was whispering, but the pure frustration in his tone sent his voice echoing off the walls.
“How would you even know that, Jay?” Jake attempted faux dumbfounded offence.
“I clearly heard Heeseung ask for help from that room. And then when you two showed up, she freaked. Please tell me you didn’t—” this time he genuinely lowered his voice, walking toward the men and grabbing their jackets.
“Jay. You know we would never try to…” Heeseung ensured he dropped to whisper. “We would never feed from an innocent person.”
“Okay, good. So what the fuck happened.” Jay dropped their jackets with a shove to their chest.
“She robbed us after putting something in our drinks, and then dragged us outside.” Jake averted his gaze to the ground, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Well, you two are bright aren’t you. A pretty woman talks to you and you lose all your braincells”.
“We were going to go see if we could get our money back. That’s when we ran into you.” Heeseung was speaking genuinely, meeting Jay’s eyes with a silent apology.
“Well, you need to let it go. We need to draw as little attention as possible. Use this as a lesson to take with you moving forward…”
According to Jake and Heeseung, Jay continued a monologue dripping with self righteousness and judgement as he led them up the next flight of stairs. They were now exhausted from the prolonged impacts of whatever you had given them, so they simply nodded in agreement. Jay signed at them with slight sympathy and patted their shoulders.
“Don’t talk to her anymore. I have a plan for us here, and I think I can use her. Let’s just keep this between us.”
***
Despite the pit you were nursing in your stomach, you continued to soak the mop head in the soapy bucket, dragging it across the glossy wooden floor boards. You had yet to see the strange men from your eventful night, and just about every creak of the staircase had you flinching. If they had woken up prematurely last night, it was inevitable they would piece together your guilt. You abandoned your nights sleep as you compared whether getting robbed or fired was more disastrous. What was plaguing you is why they seemingly lied to their friend; while you wanted to feel relieved, it quickly dissolved into a deep unease.
You whipped your head around to another squeak coming from the stairs. Blood started to pump to your cheeks, heart beating in quick succession, hands shaking as they idled around the mop handle. Jay calmly trudged down the steps, hands in his jean pockets, seemingly oblivious as he looked at the ground.
You turned so your back was facing him, listening for his footprints to hopefully stride past you to the exit. They instead stomped toward you, stopping as they grew closer. You snuck your eyes to the side to try and see him without turning, gulping when you saw his denim-clad figure standing just a metre from you.
“Hey, I am so sorry again about last night. Like I said to you, those two are idiots.” You halted your movements, slowly turning to assess him. He had a sweet smile on his face, and his eyes softly sought yours as he met your face. “I hope you were able to get back to sleep.” Your jaw tensed, but you plastered on a grin.
“That’s okay, I slept fine. Your name was Jay, right?”
“Yes, I don’t think I ever got yours?” He spoke with prodding curiosity. You felt yourself leaning into his warm energy, now able to focus on how attractive he was in the morning sunlight. His skin glowed like honey, and you were drawn to his plump lips when he swiped his tongue between them.
“My name is, y/n.” You spoke calmly, holding out your hand that wasn’t gripping the mop. Jay’s own wrapped around yours, and you tensed your grasp at the harsh cold. You fought the urge to grimace, instead focusing on how unusually soft his skin was.
“Are you working tonight? I mean, not like that—” he cleared his throat. “Are you free tonight. I would love to buy you a drink to make it up to you anyway.” You squinted, slightly smirking up at him.
“I will be working the bar again tonight. There’s no policy against drinking on the job, so if you’re happy to join me at the counter I can make it work.”
“It’s a deal then. I will see you tonight. Keep an eye out for me.” He sent you a wink before heading for the door. You were now unable to distinguish whether your bodily anxiety was out of fear or attraction. If you assumed Heeseung and Jake didn’t tell him, you were cautiously optimistic at the prospects of seeing Jay more. You didn’t even assess the quality of his clothes or whether there were lumps of cash in his pockets, instead focusing on his sweet voice and enchanting eyes.
You shook your head, tutting at yourself. Your safety relied on the quiet loneliness you now lived in. While initially forced upon you, life had slowly become easier once you accepted that bad things simply don’t happen if you don’t get attached. But your mind wandered against your own will, picturing the nicest dress you could wear for the night.
***
Jay approached the bar, smelling of subtle lavender following his nightly bath. He pushed up the sleeves on his newly purchased black button up. It was neatly tucked into his jeans, and his hair sat loosely across his forehead. He slotted himself into a tall stool along the bench.
The saloon was full with a steady echo of chattering and clinking glass. Dim lighting and the scent of beer set a comforting and cheery mood. He tapped his boots against the stool leg, shifting his head to look for you behind the bar.
You finally entered, wearing a black gown. It was slightly low on your chest with a decorative lace edge, but was otherwise tastefully modest. Jay took in a heavy breath upon seeing you enter his view, rubbing his hands on his thigh to ground himself. His family was relying on him right now, even if they didn’t exactly know. You both shyly smiled at each other, and you quickly approached him.
“Hi Jay, what can I get you?” He pulled out some cash and slid it across the bench, a bright, toothy smile directed your way.
“Make whatever you want for both of us.”
“Can do. Two beers coming up.” You spoke with a laugh, clicking open two bottles. You both clinked your beverages together before taking a large swig.
“So, when do you finish for the night y/n? To be honest, I was hoping to get to know you more.”
You darted your eyes to the man further down the bar serving a group of men.
“Yknow, I’m sure John can handle himself for half an hour.” You gestured for Jay to follow you, leading him to the booth in the very corner of the establishment. It was surrounded by a window bay, which illuminated the table with an orange tinge from the streetlight. To your surprise, he sunk into the couch in the space next to you, and you could feel his body heat radiating onto you.
“This is a pretty nice saloon, especially compared to some of the places we’ve been. How long have you worked here?” His eyes hadn’t left yours since he started to speak, and they now carried a hint of affection. You hesitated for a moment; you’d never really gotten your story straight once you arrived in this god forsaken town. Something about him made you want to attempt a genuine conversation, but you restrained yourself before opening your mouth.
“A couple of months. I came from a really small town called Valentine. Compared to it, anywhere is better, but this place has its own demons.” Jay nodded contemplatively.
“I’m getting that impression. My brothers and I are trying to figure out if we want to settle here. It just feels like there is something more under the surface.” You felt like he was staring into your soul, whether that was his intention or your paranoia you’re not sure.
“Were those two men from last night your brothers?”
“Yea. There’s seven of us. We’re staying here for a bit, but I’m going to start looking for a place if we find work.” He took his last large sip of his beer, pushing the bottle away before he leaned his arm back to rest behind you on the chair.
Men never took the time to conversate with you before they shoved cash in your face or cornered you against the wall. You’ve never felt bad about what would transpire after, because why should you? If they view women as nothing more than a sex object, why not use it against them?
This is why you were so disturbed by the flutter in your heart as his scent wafted in your space from his movement. His thigh had shuffled to sit against yours, and he comfortably eased himself into the back of the lounge.
“Anyway, enough about me and my strange family. Tell me about Valentine, did you come here with anyone?” You poured a generous gulp of beer down your throat, attempting to distract from the instant tears prickling at your eyes.
“Yes, I did. But she, well, left.” You steadied your voice enough to conceal your sudden grief, shocked at your own reaction. What seemed like an easy question carried a weight you still have yet to confront; guilt, regret and sadness rolling into one. You had forbidden yourself from thinking about it, let alone talking about it.
“Hey, it’s okay. How about you tell me what I should do around town, who makes the best food?” A gentle hand rubbed at your shoulder, another resting on your thigh. His touch was like nothing you had experienced before, it felt genuine, soft, comforting. You subconsciously leaned into him, resting your head around his shoulder.
“Hmm, the old lady who runs the food stall at the market makes a fantastic beef stew.” He laughed slightly at you entertaining his distraction.
“Well, if you are free one day, I would love for you to show me.” You both smiled, although Jay’s quickly dropped upon thinking about how a stew would do nothing to contain the deep, painful hunger that was eating at his stomach. Sunoo was actively starving, and Riki was about a day away from tearing into the nearest human. He needed information, for the sake of his brothers. He pushed down a lump in his throat, and moved his mouth to your ear.
“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Your eyes widened at his sudden tone change, and you reached a mental fork in the road as you felt his hands rub more sensually on your leg. You could give him the benefit of the doubt, ease into your emotions for once and test his intentions. Or, you could cut your losses now, and rob him for all he is worth before he could rob you of your dignity.
“Yea, let’s go.” He tapped you where his hands were sitting before he shuffled off the chair. He held out his hand to help you out, and you interlaced them together once you stood to lead him to your room.
***
You lightly closed the door, watching Jay fiddle with the rolled sleeves of his shirt before shifting his hands into his pockets. He was slowly pacing from the door to the bed, darting his eyes around.
“Jay, are you okay? You can sit on my bed.” You frowned at him, now feeling slightly uneasy. It stung your heart a tinge that he was seemingly working himself up about what would happen next. You knew deep down he wouldn’t have wanted a quiet place to just talk, but you had let yourself dream on your short walk here. You sat closely next to him, grabbing his hands in yours. “You seem nervous. It’s okay, did you talk to me because I’m a working girl, is this your first time seeing one?”
“That obvious…?” He scoffed to himself, shaking his head. He intertwined his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb where it rested on your skin. You hummed, thinking about how he had probably buttered you up to just reduce his nerves.
“Well, I always have some drinks ready for guests who seem nervous, it’s very normal.” You moved your hand to rub his shoulder, using the other to reach for the shot glass with a spiked rum. “Here you go.”
“Oh, thank you. I would love for you to have one too, it would make me feel better. You can have that one.” He rubbed a hand on your thigh, and you hoped he didn’t feel your muscles tense.
“It’s okay, Jay. I can make another for myself in a moment.” You pushed the glass toward him, starting to tickle the hair on the nape on his neck.
“Is that so you can drug me, too? Steal all my money? Chuck me outside?” His tone had completely dropped, low, soulless and confident. You felt as if the room had gotten darker, and you began to shake with adrenaline. You dropped the hand that was touching him, juxtaposed by his tightening on your leg. “All I had on me is the cash I spent at the bar, you’re not going to get anything from me.” He took the glass from your weak grasp and leaned over you slowly to place it back on your nightstand. Your eyes became hot, and you clenched your jaw to ensure you wouldn’t falter.
“Did you really think Hee and Jake wouldn’t tell me? I don’t blame you for what you do, but you endangered my brothers. So, you’re going to do some things for me, or I will take that glass out so your boss can have a whiff.” You tried to push yourself up from the bed with fighting strength, now terrified of what he would do in this lonely room. He not only held you down by your leg, he used his other hand to grasp your wrist. You whipped your head toward him as you were flung back onto the bed.
“What the hell could you want from me, Jay? You’ve wasted my time all night, I would have just slept with you if you asked.” You tried to speak loudly to alert one of the nearby women, thrashing against him.
“Woah, hey, I promise I’m not going to hurt you. Jesus, I would never do anything like that.” He lightened his grip, instead standing so he was between both exits in your room and he surrendered with his hands like he was calming a trapped animal. “I just need you to answer some questions. And you’re going to be honest. I told you my brothers need work. We want to speak to Angelo Brontë.”
You now felt a deep nausea building in your stomach, and your head spun with dizzying stress.
“Why don’t you just go ask someone at the bar? I’m just a working girl, what could I have to do with him?” You exclaimed with enough conviction that you almost believed it yourself.
“Well, I did speak to someone at the bar, which is why I know that’s not true. When I walk out of here, no one will know it was you who told me, you have my word. I’m not going to put you in danger. But I will make life very difficult for you here if you don’t tell me right now.” His voice had softened, coaxing you into a false sense of security that in no way matched what he was saying.
You threw your head into your hands for a moment, groaning in acceptance. It was only a matter of time before your lies would catch up with you. However, you refused to simply give away all of your cards without something in return, and you concocted a plan.
“Fine. You’re right. I work every weekend at Angelo’s personal saloon.”
“Well, that’s a great start. Me and my brothers have some, well, sought after skills. We think we could do some good work for his gang. We’re not scared to get our hands dirty. How do I get a job with him?” He sat back on the bed, feeling more calm about the conversation. You shuffled back next to him, now seeking out his eyes with a genuine vulnerability.
“Well, Angelo’s main problem right now is Micah, he’s from this small outlaw gang, they’ve been causing trouble to Angelo’s people since they got here. Get rid of him and prove it to Angelo, and I’m sure he’d be appreciative. The Van Der Linde gang defend their men strongly, so it won’t be easy.” You played with the skirt of your gown, mulling over your next words carefully.
“I could help you get a meeting with Angelo if you prove yourselves. But only if you agree to help me too. You will tell Angelo that it was my idea, that I wanted to help him generously.” You spoke with a newfound venom, and Jay jerked his head back with disbelief.
“Why would you want that y/n? I can’t tell if you like him or hate him.”
“He hurt someone close to me. What I need to do from there doesn’t need to concern you.” You both sat in a stark silence, finally looking at each other when it became unbearable. “I have a day off tomorrow before I head to his saloon for the night. Meet me down here tomorrow at 9, and I can tell you what you need to know.”
A thin lipped smile grew on Jay’s face, and he nodded in thought before standing to leave. The moment his back was to you, the tears began to release themselves instantly down your cheeks. You tried not to breathe, not wanting to cry until he had left.
Jay opened the door to strut out, but he turned back to you before he could move his boot into the hallway. He saw your shaking frame as you held a fist to your lips in comfort.
“Hey, I never wanted to hurt you, okay? I’m sorry for how this had to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He sighed, clicking the door closed.
Tags and warnings: explicit smut, p in v unprotected sex, dry humping, riding, tit sucking, male masterbation, pantie fucking, vaginal fingering, clit slapping, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, degradation, jealousy, possessive behaviour, use of belt as a restraint, angst, use of panties as a gag, alcohol consumption, slight Jake x reader, mean Jay, Jay exceeds reader’s freak, love confessions, eventual happy ending
Synopsis: the aftermath of fucking your boss was particularly cruel, but your unwavering love may just be able to heal new wounds.
Word count: 7.3k (it’s mostly smut lol)
SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI. YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
You had done your best to keep your now frail shirt together to make it to your desk. Grabbing your purse with little regard as to what possessions were even in it, you stampeded to the bathroom with your jacket. You wanted to leave the building with whatever dignity you could salvage, but at this stage it was like squeezing water out of a rock.
Not yet able to look at your own reflection, you tucked your shirt over itself and then into your skirt to close it as much as you could before draping your blazer over yourself. You looked into the mirror to ensure nothing uninvited was peaking out, being forced to meet your own eyes. Your makeup was still obviously smudged despite your poor attempts to erase it with pure friction. You fished for your sanitary wipes and swiped one across your face, now also catching the tears that were breaching their fragile containment.
You didn’t hate yourself for what you let transpire in that dimly lit room, or for so elegantly giving up your perverted fantasies. You hated that the remaining sting on your reddened skin warmed your soul, and the ache at your core was not the result of Jay’s penetrative onslaught, but a residual arousal that was still gnawing for attention.
***
Jay’s resolve had begun to waver when he slightly jumped at the door slamming shut behind you. He could only manage his cool state so long as you were still in the room, not wanting you to see him falter.
His client was repeating his name over the phone. Jay only heard it on about the fourth exclamation, and he cleared his throat suspiciously.
“Sorry, someone just came into my office. Anyway, I understand you’re frustrated…”
He fumbled his way through, trying to placate the furious man on the other line. He sighed with pure relief when he finally got to hang up the phone, putting his head into his hands and breathing deeply. Whether he had made you suck his cock or bent you over his desk, nothing changed the reality he was now facing. You had cost him not only the threat of losing a trusted client, but his pristine reputation.
So why didn’t he care? All he could focus on was the pure pain in your eyes when you looked at him before leaving. He had made sure to lock his eyes on his phone stand, not daring to meet yours. He replayed his last actions on a torturous loop, almost not able to face reality until he saw your blouse buttons scattered across the floor.
***
Jay pushed the back of his head further into his plush pillow as he pumped his painfully hard cock. He ran his hand up from the base to his tip slowly, squeezing slightly as he reminisced about your tight cunt clenching around him. His encouragement stemmed from the soaked pair of black panties that he had draped around his length. Your panties. The friction of the fabric running along his skin was electric and sweet. He felt like a pervert, mainly because he had never felt this good stroking himself on his bed. He moaned desperately and honestly with no one around to hear his pathetic whines.
He thought about your mouth around him, the look in your eyes when there was no turning back. He quickened his pace imagining you in your quaint apartment, screaming his name as you pumped your fingers into your pussy. If only he knew he was your biggest wet dream. He was on the precipice of finishing when he remembered your gorgeous moans as you fell apart on his cock, convincing himself he was the only one who could have such an effect on you.
The one image he wished he had was you coming over his cock, milking him for all he is worth as you cry. The noises you would make, where you would hold him as you clung for a lifeline. He finished with a deep groan, coating his hand and torso, and your panties, in his load. He thought about what it felt like to fuck his cum back into you, claiming you for himself.
***
Jake had been following you around all morning like a bad smell. It wasn't particularly unwanted though, in fact, it was quite perfect. You couldn’t recall if you had even opened a door for yourself, Jake scrambling to grasp the handle before your arm could even twitch.
He was cute, boyish and handsome, which made it easy to forgive his otherwise complete lack of decorum. His eyes had been fucking you since they saw you, tracing your pushed-up tits behind your exposingly low button up, to the slither of torso peaking out, to your skirt. The skirt that he is still not convinced should even fit over the entire expanse of your ass. He had let you lead him to your favourite matcha place, appreciating the risk that just maybe the fabric would slip up to show him your panties.
You sat across from each other on a cute wooden table outside the store, stirring your latte with your straw. Legs crossed, your heels had occasionally bumped his leg lightly, and he huffed and giggled each time.
“So, Jakey. Mr Park has asked me to find a new investor for our client. The one yesterday didn’t work out.” It was difficult to avoid eye contact with the boy as he ogled you, so you simply found interest in your green drink swirling around in its glass. “Can you sit with me today and help me find another one? He said it’s urgent. If you have stuff you need to get done—”
“Nope. I’m completely free. I’m all yours, y/n.” He sent a shameless wink in your direction before sipping his own coffee, his eyes still following you from behind his mug. You smiled back at him sweetly, finally meeting his gorgeous brown eyes with sincerity.
You both continued to chat about mundane topics while you finished your beverages, finally standing to walk back to the office. You squeezed his bicep to communicate that you needed him to move over, and Jake stepped to the side before splaying his large hand across your back to lead you back in front of him. His skin touched where your shirt didn’t quite meet your skirt, and it warmed you. If only you could love someone like your Jake. No politics, no awkward boundaries. But your heart burned painfully for the impossible, and you were procrastinating seeing the object of your affections.
You had mulled it over during your sleepless night, what your next encounter might look like. Would he refuse to even look at you? Would he act like nothing happened? You knew that looking at him would hold a brutal mirror back at you of a heartbreak you weren’t sure you could survive, only made worse if he thought he could could discard you.
***
You toed across the carpet to your desk with Jake closely behind you, sitting down immediately as your legs had begun to shake. Jake had conveniently stayed standing to habitually lean over your partition, shielding you entirely from Jay’s office.
“You can set up at the desk next to mine, Jakey. I’ll go make us a tea.” You were instantly suffocated by the mere knowledge of Jay’s presence, already needing to flee. You grabbed two tea bags from your collection and began making your way to the kitchen. Your body burned with the awareness that Jay’s eyes were on you the instant you stood, and you quickened your pace.
***
“You were late this morning, y/n. Which isn’t a great look, considering you left early yesterday.”
The mug in your hand was lucky it didn’t slip, your whole body flinching at the soft voice by the door. Jay, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. He had black trousers on with a classic white shirt, sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbow. Black suspenders were clasped across his shoulders, and his hair sat softly across his forehead. You despised how sexy he looked, even with the disgusted look on his face.
“Yea well, I didn't feel well.” You mumbled, pouring water from the kettle. “And I was late because I was asking for Jake’s help.” Jay eyed the two mugs sitting on the counter before stepping into the room completely and shutting the door.
“Oh yea? Help with what. Taking your clothes off?” You abruptly stopped stirring your tea, dropping your hands to grasp the counter. You sighed in disbelief and betrayal. “I saw you both at the cafe. He might as well have grabbed your ass.” He spoke with a dry sarcasm he normally reserved for his quiet rants to you about his less than desirable clients.
“Unlike you, Jake is a gentleman.” By this point, your heart was pounding against your ribcage, threatening to break the bones. Heat had travelled across your body, no doubt flushing your cheeks. He was being so…cruel. You expected some awkwardness, but his entire demeanour toward you had soured. You had no idea how you were able to even speak to him so coldly, but you decided it was important to not weaken in front of him. You grasped the two mugs in your hands and turned to walk out.
“So what, you're his little housemaid now? Why don’t you just fuck him and get it over with, that’s clearly why you’re dressed like that.” You thought he might have taken your bait, but to be this obvious, you were a little surprised yourself. It’s almost as if he couldn’t help himself, fighting every natural urge to simply ignore you. You slowly crept toward him, stopping so you were right beside his tall frame. You spoke softly.
“Maybe I will Jay. I know he’d made me cum at least, which may I remind you, you couldn’t even do.” You had finally dared to look up at him, mustering all of your strength to appear indifferent. His eyes spoke honestly, plagued with anger. “Now, open the door, would you? Don’t want anyone to get suspicious, do we?” His jaw visibly clenched as his fists balled. Even if he wanted to stand there and pretend you were merely a historical concubine, he couldn’t masquerade the tent growing in his pants. He reached by you to grasp the handle, hand brushing your waist. He matched your tone, leaning his mouth against your ear.
“Keep talking like this, y/n. See where it gets you. We both know you’ll do what I say when the time comes.” He pulled down on the door handle and swung it completely open, putting his warm hand on your shoulder and applying just enough force to compel you to move forward. His touch alone sent a chill down your spine and his words went straight to your core, starkly against your will. He smiled soullessly and dryly laughed to appease potential onlookers, rubbing his hands against the fabric of your shirt as you tried to out-walk him. You pushed your shoulder back, feeling the absence of pressure before you walked as fast as your cups of tea would allow.
***
You spent the remainder of the day velcroed to Jake’s side; you figured quickly that Jay only held his power behind a closed door. Jake was thoughtful and genuinely helpful to your cause, connecting you with an investor that he recalled working with. In return, you aided Jake with his outstanding tasks. As much as you wished your efforts were of assistance, you had been overtly distracted. Once you had physically calmed following your odd altercation in the lunch room, you were left with the same gnawing feelings that tugged at your heart. He had confirmed your biggest fear after that day, that you were just a game. That he had got what he wanted. You had even started to rewrite every sweet gesture he had advanced toward you, destroying memories you had held dearly.
You waited until the end of the day to email Jay with your new proposal. While there were some obvious personal complications, you were also still plagued with professional anxiety over your rash choice and wanted to ensure you had at least mended your wrongdoing. You knew Jay, and you were confident this would be the best immediate solution. Your phone rang the moment the email had reached your sent folder, ‘Mr Park’ flashing on the small digital screen. Jake instinctively moved his head at the noise.
“Hopefully he’s happy, y/n. I’m sorry if he’s not.” Already fragile, you ached at the idea of Jake getting caught in whatever you had gotten yourself into.
“Jakey, if he loves it, it’s your idea. If he doesn’t, you ended up having an urgent task. Don’t worry, okay?” You rubbed his shoulder gently before answering your phone with a huff. Jay didn’t wait for you to speak.
“I’m not accepting the work of anyone other than my secretary. What do I even pay you for? Jake’s sloppy seconds? I need you in here, now.” He hung up as fast as he spoke. You slammed the phone back onto the hook, and used your thighs to force your chair back. You stormed into his office and shut the door.
“Jay, what is your problem? Just because Jake helped me doesn’t mean it’s not a good idea. Is it not my job to build connections? This client needs a quick fix and I have given it to you. What else do you want from me?” All resolve had fled your system, replaced with the extremity of your grief. You became tearful, looking at him for any sort of reaction. He was simply resting his hands in a fist in front of his face, a blank expression sitting comfortably on his features. He seemed completely disinterested in even considering your words, and entirely incapable of caring about his effect on you.
“Whatever, Jay. It’s 5pm and I’m going home. Good luck getting a new investor because I’m done.”
Jake’s concerned face met yours immediately upon your exit. He made up the space between himself and you, and you hugged his torso. He twitched, hesitating for a moment before carefully embracing you.
“Let’s go, Jake.” He escorted you past Jay’s office with a hand on your back, giving his own fleeting look of disapproval before you both were out of his view.
***
You arrived at the office early the following day. Early enough to be the first person to trigger the automatic lighting as it followed your way to your desk. You refused to even look in Jay’s direction; you knew he wouldn’t be there, but the ghost of him was enough to make your stomach churn.
You started your PC, waiting for it to load while basking in the eery silence. While Jay was a collected, professional man, he was not subtle. You always knew he was there before he even broached your side of the office, hearing his booming laughter as he charmed someone on the phone or had caught Sunghoon on his way out to a meeting. It was the most perfect way to start your mornings, knowing that he would soon walk past you and flash his gorgeous smile.
At this moment in time, however, he was the last person you wanted intruding. You opened your inbox and wrote a simple email.
“RE: LETTER OF RESIGNATION
I, y/n l/n, formally submit my notice of resignation effective immediately.
I have collected my belongings and cleared my desk. I will be uncontactable unless by HR.”
You typed out one more line.
“I’m sorry, Jay. Goodbye.”
You hovered the mouse over the ‘send’ button, challenging yourself one final time as to whether you were content with losing your Jay forever.
There was of course one last hypothetical dream. That he would take it back. That he would say he was sorry. Say he loved you. It became too painful to even entertain when he contorted into the man who refused to even look at you. What truly scared you the most was that you probably would let him do it you again just to have him as yours for those fleeting moments.
And that is why you clicked send.
You shut down the computer before you could contemplate further, and packed your belongings into the basket you had brought. You waited to reach for the small lego figurine he had gifted you; a black cat. You had told him he always reminded you of one, so he gave it to you before a business trip. It was a wholesome reminder of his eventual return, and alternatively an obsessive trigger to think of him even when he wasn’t there. You placed it on top of your pile of items, and walked to the elevator.
The downstairs lobby was yet to be illuminated in fluorescent abundance, so anyone outside was not yet able to see in. That is why your basket met the chest of a tall, brunette man when you triggered the sliding glass, distributing all of your belongings onto the floor.
Your stress ball fled across the smooth cement as pens, scissors and staplers fell in disarray. You sighed with unfortunate acceptance, too tired to even grasp for an ounce of care as you merely bear witness to the mess you will need to clean up.
“I’m so sorry, I should have checked before I started walking out—” your eyes travelled up to the person in front of you, and your grip faltered on your basket.
“Jay?”
“Y/n?”
He caught it just before your muscles could completely contract, his hands landing over yours. You both stared into each other's eyes; confusion, shock and yearning soon flashing to regret. He tugged his hands back to the sides of his trench coat.
“Y/n, what are you doing here so early? Let me help you pick this all up.” He stepped back to bend down, taking in the items on the cold ground. A photo frame with your pet, a coaster, your favourite sachets of tea.
“Wait, what is all of this? This is all from your desk isn’t it?” He looked back to you, riddled with an emotion you couldn’t quite read. “Y/n, are you leaving?”
“You weren’t supposed to be here.” You couldn’t bear to look at him, kneeling to the ground to start pathetically collecting your things.
“I didn’t get a lot done yesterday afternoon because—” he cleared his throat. “I thought I would come in to get an early start. Anyway, that didn’t answer my question, y/n.”
How he could so easily cover any emotion with a monotonous authority would always scare you.
“Well, I guess you have saved yourself an email. I quit this morning, Jay.” You forcefully threw your pile of pens into your box. Speaking barely above a whisper, you continued, “you won’t need to worry about me anymore.”
“Y/n, we clearly have a lot to talk about but you need to listen to me. I’m sorry, okay?” A hint of panic escaped as he carefully bent down, grabbing some stray folders and placing them in your box. “I’m not doing this to help you leave by the way…” he said quietly. His tone carried an interwoven vulnerability. To a layperson, he might have even sounded sad.
“I don’t even think you know what you’re apologising for, Jay. Can you just leave me alone?” You reached out for a black pile of items you could only see in your peripheral vision, feeling small plastic bricks on your palms. The small face of a Lego kitten was the only salvaged portion, and you were now squinting at it through misty eyes. It was the final reminder of a simpler time, of a time when Jay might have cared for you. It was darkly ironic. Your Lego broken on the concrete floor next to you, someone who wasn’t far from the same fate. Jay had felt you go quiet, following your line of sight.
“Oh, is that the Lego I bought you?” He stretched his hand over to help you collect the remnants. He grasped your cold hand in his warm one to move it out of the way, slightly rubbing and massaging it. “Your hands are so cold…you’re shaking, baby. C’mon, you should come inside.”
Your hand tensed then relaxed in his comforting embrace. You wished to intertwine your fingers together, letting him guide you inside so he could convince you with whatever rehearsed manipulation he had mastered.
“Hey, I can just get you another one.”
You ripped your hands from him and pushed his shoulder. While a valiant attempt, he was practically cemented to the ground.
“It’s not about that, Jay. What don’t you get by now? And don’t…call me that.” That nickname. ‘Baby’. The first time he called you that was when his cock was in your mouth, the last when he had thrown you at his desk like a used cum rag. You abandoned whatever was still on the ground to a cruel neglectful fate, gripping your basket and pushing yourself up to storm to your car.
Jay initially didn’t budge, idling by the toy. Whether it was your blouse buttons or Lego pieces, each time he touched you he was left with a pile of destructive rubble crumbling in his hands. What he didn’t want to accept was that the true blood on his hands was your heart; crushed to a pulp and suffocating him as it followed you in the cold wind.
Fishing for your keys in your pocket, pressure squeezed around your bicep before quickly releasing. You swung your head around instinctively, although not needing to confirm that it was Jay. He stood right behind you, his body heat radiating just enough to warm you amidst the cool winter air and you knew his cologne had already clung to your hair. One hand was splayed across your car next to you, essentially caging you between himself and the tall leafy hedges that bordered the carpark. You growled in frustration when your keys kept digging further into your pockets, evading your capture.
“Y/n, can you please stop.” He took your basket from your other hand and placed it gently on the roof of your car. You didn’t want to admit that it was slowly slipping from your grasp. “Please just look at me properly.” He was fighting his twitching muscles to not run his hands over your waist to physically turn you around. You huffed in raw exasperation, crossing your arms to place a psychological wall in front of him before shifting your body toward his.
“What, Jay?”
“Can you please come to mine tonight? We need to talk. I promise, no more tension. Just us…like it used to be.” He looked at you with a concealed desperation. “Let’s do 8, I’ll cook for you.”
His pleading was only showcasing his beautiful brown eyes, sparkling in the morning sun as they gazed at you through thick lashes. It’s almost as if he knew it was your weakness.
“Fine, whatever. I’ll see if I can make it.”
***
Your heels clicking along the marble flooring echoed through the expansive hallway as you neared Jay’s door. Your heart was thumbing on beat with your anxious steps as you smoothed your hands over your silk black dress. It was nothing extravagant, a simple cowl neck that sat just low enough to show the shadow of your tits. Its hem sat above your ankles, and a slit ran up the left leg to mid thigh. The fabric clung to you like skin, framing you beautifully. You had been fighting an internal battle with yourself as to whether you would even show, but an overpowering curiosity ate at you until you surrendered. You adjusted your hair for a moment before lightly knocking. A sigh instantly escaped Jay’s mouth as he opened the door, relief and anxiety contorting into one.
“Y/n, I’m so glad you came. Please come in, the food is almost ready.” He held the door open for you, gesturing to the kitchen bench. You instantly recognised the delicious smell as your usual shared takeaway order, although Jay’s was exceptionally impressive.
“Smell’s like your office on a Friday night…” you couldn’t deny there was an awkward air enveloping the spacious room, not helped by your unintentionally sarcastic tone. “I bet it’s going to be amazing.”
You eased into the cushioned stool at the bench, listening to the classic rock radio he had playing softly. Jay finished tossing some aromatic vegetables in a pan before retrieving two champagne glasses. He popped a bottle, pouring you both a generous serving.
“This one is also an upgrade on our usual.” He said, pushing it toward your hand before returning his attention back to the stove. With his back now to you, you traced your eyes over his silk pink button up, slightly rolled at the sleeves and tucked into flattering black slacks. Fuck, you couldn’t deny how sexy he looked. The sickly sweet joy you got from sharing your Friday cooped up in his office did not compare to the view you currently had. It was so domestic and precious, and you were already coaxed into settling back into your habitual obsession.
“Thank you, Jay.” You spoke quietly, immediately pouring a decent amount of the champagne down your throat.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He almost sounded shy as he poured the finished ingredients into two bowls before beginning to carry them both to his quaint dining table. A blush immediately crept onto your face, and you didn’t speak for fear of your voice breaking.
His apartment was high enough to have a decent view of the city, its busy lighting assisting the warm lamps and candles to warmly illuminate the space. He placed the bowls down before moving over to you, gently grabbing your glass and holding his other hand out. You were now minded to ogle at the expanse of his upper chest where it peaked out from his lowly buttoned shirt. You softly grasped his hand, using its weight to gracefully hop off the stool to sit at the table.
“I know I asked you here to talk, but please try the food first. I made it just for you.” You giddily scooped up a generous amount to try, instantly moaning at the taste. It relaxed you, bringing a warm familiarity back.
“Holy shit Jay. How have you hid this from me for so long? You’re seriously amazing.”
“I don’t often have the time these days, but I will for special occasions.” He was prodding now, looking for an opening. “Speaking of…” he placed his cutlery down and clasped his hands together.
“Y/n, a lot has obviously happened the past couple of days. Without you at the office today, I have had a lot of time to think. About you. About…us.” He cleared his throat. “I need you to hear me, I’m sorry about how I’ve spoken to you, treated you.” He ran his hands over your smaller ones, holding them together as he massaged them nervously. You wished you could pinch yourself, already weakening to his sincerity. After battling with your love for a man you didn’t think even cared about you, relief mixed with dormant and intense emotions. His eyes held a softness that had you trembling as he continued.
“It’s more than that though. I think we—”
“Jay, I’m in love with you.” You blurted out unceremoniously. You bravely looked into his eyes, shock ridden and dilating as he looked back at you. You had never looked so sure, so confident about anything before. His breath held for a moment, watching your eyes contort from sincerity to intensity. You quietly stood and circled around to his chair like a predator in heat.
You brushed your fingers through his face-framing locks before softly dragging to cup his cheeks. For the first time in his life, he was ready to relinquish himself fully. No planning, no logic, and feelings entirely foreign. He embraced your hands in his as you leaned down to brush your lips against his. They were oh so soft, melding perfectly with yours as you mentally captured this feeling to hold forever.
He stood, pushing his chair out of the way so he could fully embrace you, hands resting on your waist before snaking around to your back to bring you closer. You threaded your fingers through his hair to the nape of his neck, tickling and pulling him down. Your lips moved passionately, his tongue brushing over yours. It was so fucking hot and you were about a second away from humping his leg as your arousal grew rapidly.
Jay tugged your body to follow his weight as he stepped backward to drop himself on his large leather couch. You let gravity take you down, falling with your legs on either side of his. You rustled around to get comfortable, meaning your pussy was now adjusting over his clothed cock. You could feel it twitch and harden at every small movement, and Jay groaned in annoyance.
“Fuck baby, stop being a tease.” He harshly gripped your silk dress by your waist, causing your thin straps to lift and fall from your shoulders. He ogled as your tits were now on partial display, slightly spilling from your lacy bra in front of his face. He rested his head back onto the couch and looked at you through dark eyes as he pushed you back and forth on his hard dick. Your panties were so thin that the combined friction of the fabric against his trousers was enough to send shocks of pleasure through your body. You were instantly moaning, and Jay leaned up to capture them in his mouth as he began to rock up into you. He too was groaning and whining into your mouth, feeling the outline of your pussy rubbing back and forth.
He crawled his hands up your back to unclasp your bra, lightly dropping it on the couch before he cupped and fondled your tits. His cock was beginning to leak through his pants as he tweaked your nipple, bringing out of you the most beautiful whines. He gripped your ass to push you closer against him, and circled his tongue around your nipple, sloppily sucking as he looked up into your eyes with pure desire.
His precum and your slick was making it easier for you to slide your cunt along him, and you both were now increasing your pace as your moans became louder. He stopped his movements, holding you in place as he leaned back.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good, if I keep going I’m going to cum in my fucking pants…”
“Well that’s an easy fix…” you said, unclasping his belt and unzipping his trousers. He restrained your wrists, softening his eyes as he looked up at you.
“No baby, I mean I’m not doing this here. Get up, I’ll take you to my room.” He took your hands in his as you both pushed yourselves off the couch, your dress cascading to the floor once you were upright. He fondled your bare ass in his hands, tapping your thigh to encourage you to jump into his arms. He carried you the short distance to his large master bedroom, not before latching his mouth to your neck and sucking, dragging across your collar bone and shoulder to mark wherever he could reach.
He placed you down onto the bed so you were sitting, and your ass sunk into the unbelievably soft mattress. You rearranged yourself so you were kneeling on the bed, giving you slightly more height as Jay stood towering in front of you.
You wasted no time, hastily grabbing for the top button on his shirt to undo it, quickly making your way to the bottom before pushing the pink silk off his shoulders. He pulled the sleeves from his forearms and threw it onto the ground, his gorgeous olive chest now on display for you. You wanted to worship at the altar as you watched his broad shoulders tense as they reached down to grab his belt. You ran your hands around the sides of his neck before softly kissing his upper chest, marking a trail down to his stomach and waist. Your hands traced down with you, feeling every time his muscles tensed below you. You moved back up to suck more harshly on his collar bone, feeling up his muscly arms. If he didn’t already have a complex you had surely given him one.
“Lay back baby, get comfortable. I’m going to make it up to you.” He pulled your head away by your hair and kissed your forehead before softly pushing you back. You shimmied around so your head was now on his pillow, content to sit back and watch the show. Jay pulled his belt from the loops and placed it carefully on his night stand before unzipping his pants from where you had started, pushing them down his thighs until he could kick them out of the way. He then pulled down his expensive black briefs which were doing nothing to hide the restrained bulge behind them. His dick slapped up onto his abdomen once it had been released, and he immediately began slowly pumping his cock as he traced his eyes over the vision of you in his bed, wearing nothing but your tiny panties.
He crawled onto the bed on top of you to kiss you deeply, running his hands down your arms and to your own. He gripped your wrists and moved your arms up above the pillow as he tightened his legs around your hips.
“I know I have done things you need to forgive, but you’ve hurt me too, y/n.” His tone was calm and almost playful. “You tried to leave me this morning, without saying goodbye.” He kept his right hand tightly around your wrists, using his left to reach for his belt. He pushed your hands so they were by the headboard, and began looping the belt around your wrists and a varnished wooden reinforcement pole. You were now dripping with arousal and anticipation, tugging on the restraints to test their tightness as they pulled into your soft skin. He ghosted a hand around your neck. “This way you can never leave me again.” A sick dominance overcame him when he sat back to appreciate that you were now completely and utterly his.
With your hands out of your control, every touch felt so sensitive on your soft skin, and you couldn’t help but whine when his warm hands groped and fondled all across your body, watching you with utter greed. He traced his hands from your hips to push your thighs open before dragging his middle finger through your slick to rub your clit slowly. You threw your head back into the pillow as he drew shameless moans from your throat, slightly rocking your pelvis up into his hand.
“I know baby…” he tutted. “But there’s more you need to answer for.” He harshly slapped your clit, and you yelped slightly in shock. “I know I was cruel to you baby, but there’s obviously some things you don’t understand, because why else would you let Jake put his filthy hands on you for the world to see? For me to see?” He pushed your thighs out and up, moved your pantie line and forcing two fingers into your pussy. You whined as your walls stretched to accommodate him, made slightly easier as Jay had not moved yet. You pushed your body up to try and fuck his fingers, but he splayed his hand across your abdomen and pushed just enough to restrain your movements. “I’m not moving until you explain yourself.”
“Jay, he's just my friend, a colleague. He has a little crush on me, that's all.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. I don’t care about him, y/n.” He hovered his thumb over your clit and applied a slight pressure, making you instantly squirm. He pushed down harder on your tummy.
“Fine. I wanted to make you jealous.” Your embarrassment soon dissipated when you saw the intense look on his face. “I guess it worked.” You eyed him challengingly.
“I just wanted you to admit it. You’re still the same psycho bitch I fucked on my desk.” Before you could even react, you were desperately moaning as he plunged his fingers into you while forcefully rubbing your clit. His fingers were relentless, expertly hitting your sweet spot with each deep thrust. Your gushing arousal was making a crude squelching sound each time his hand fucked into you, and he felt as your pussy clenched down hard around his digits. “Fuck I missed you…can’t wait to have you milking my fucking cock.” He waited until you were starting to twitch in anticipation and the only thing you were able to do was cry his name to tear his fingers out of you. You gasped in confusion as you tried to catch your breath as you approached your high, pushing your head back into the pillow.
He slowly dragged your panties down your legs and over your feet, balling them in his fist. “You sound so good baby, and I don’t want a single sound going to waste when I make you cum.” He shoved the fabric into your gaping mouth and quickly brushed your hair from your face before turning his attention back to your needy cunt. He pushed your legs out again, this time gripping them firmly in place as he tantilisingly licked his tongue from your hole to your clit. He savoured every drop of your sweet arousal, moaning instantly at the taste. He buried his face against your pelvis and abused your clit with his tongue, flicking it repeatedly before circling and sucking. Your wrists were pulling on their restraints as your body rocked up into his mouth, a slight sting tugging at the skin.
You could do nothing but pathetically moan at the pure euphoria that was building at your core, threatening to release. An unfamiliar sensation was starting to build however, and you felt like you were literally going to burst at the seams. You flicked your tongue to push at your panties before spitting them out beside you. Jay’s eyes darted up as he continued to slurp at your clit.
“Jay… something’s happening…” you sounded so beautifully broken, not even being able to speak without moaning. He forced your legs against the bed, not even entertaining the idea of you trying to move away from him. He somehow quickened his abuse on your clit, sucking it deeply.
“Holy fuck Jay I think I’m gonna—” you cut yourself off with a scream as you squirted out cum. Jay hadn't stopped, but was instead slowly massaging your clit with his tongue as your entire body tensed and twitched against him, your legs involuntarily clamping around his head. Your release shot into his mouth, reaching his face and shoulders as you continued to moan and cry his name like a mantra. You became overstimulated quickly after calming down, moving your feet to push at his shoulders weakly while he lapped at your pussy.
“Jay stop, ‘m too sensitive…” your slight slurring had him sarcastically laughing as he finally released his suctioned grip on you.
“Fuck y/n, you’re really my little slut aren’t you? Squirting all over me like a whore. I haven’t even fucked you. I bet you’re gonna fall apart on me like the cockslut you are…” he eyed you over, exhaustion was painted over your body as your chest rose and fell to try and regulate your breathing. Your wrists now had a red indent on them, and he unclasped the buckle to unloop the leather. You dropped your arms behind you, too tired to care about the throbbing pain as your pussy was still clenching. You sat up to try and move your aching legs into a more comfortable position, instinctively rubbing where the restraints had dug in. Jay picked up your hands and kissed the wounds while looking into your eyes, pure adoration meeting deep arousal.
You didn’t hold eye contact for long though, much too distracted by the throbbing, red, leaking cock just below you. Jay looked like he was about to burst himself, veins protruding as pre-cum squirted softly from his tip. You wanted to drool at the sight, he looked so desperate.
You pulled your arms from where he was massaging your wrists to push him softly, causing him to fall back near the foot of the bed. You crawled over to straddle him, watching his cock fall onto his lower tummy. You started moving your pussy over the base up to the tip, covering it in your slick. You angled down so it brushed against your clit, almost flinching at how sensitive you still were. Jay had thrown his head back with relief, instantly moaning at having some form of friction on his cock.
“You’re gonna need to do more for me than this baby…” he said, weakly rocking you back and forth. He had gotten quieter, more needy in his tone. He was about to cum already, feeling his cock twitching underneath you. You lifted yourself up on your legs and softly held his length up before sinking yourself down. He almost cried at the sensation, your tight hole instantly clamping down. The new angle had you rolling your eyes when his cock hit your pressure point, and his hands dug into your thighs as he shallowly pushed himself up into you. You pressed your hands into his tummy, moving your weight into your thighs to start rocking back and forth against him. He was moaning so sweetly with each movement of your hips coming down on his cock.
“Fuck, y/n, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. You’re so fucking good…” his voice was breathy and hot. “I was jealous, baby... That’s why I said all of those stupid things. The thought of anyone else having you like this was too much…” he was spluttering between his groans, rubbing his hands over your thighs and ass as you rode him. His eyes were tightly closed. “Everything I wanted to tell you…I was just scared. Scared of much I felt for you at that moment in my office. The thought I could lose you was terrifying…because y/n, I love you so much.” You whined in overwhelm as the words left his mouth. His cock was drilling into you as you were both now matching each other's thrusts. You looked down to him as his eyes opened, love, affection and adoration swelled between you.
You were now both nearing your climax, your pussy repeatedly pulsing around his twitching member as your juices were already starting to meld together at the base of his cock, dripping down from your cunt.
“Y/n, baby, I’m about to cum…” you sped up your rocking as he started spurting his release inside you, your own orgasm beginning as you felt his hot bursts. You leaned down to kiss him, although you were both so high you were simply moaning into each other's mouths as your thrusts slowed to milk his big cock. His grip on your ass was tight as his whole body tensed into you, before eventually relaxing with sweet relief. You laid yourself down on his chest, listening to the fast beating of your hearts as they synced in time. You lifted your pelvis to encourage his cock to slip out so you could roll over next to him. He caught you in his arms to hold you close, nuzzling his nose into your hair as you both closed your eyes.
Thank you everyone who liked and commented on my first part <3 My first little series done! If you know the meme about fanfic writers being cursed, my contribution is that I have an eye disease. Being on my phone is hell sometimes and writing can take me a while but I’m having so much fun posting!
I need a break from mean Jay and the western comeback is inspiring me….
Tags and warnings: explicit smut, dom!Jay, sub!reader, dubious consent, power imbalance, inappropriate work relationship, unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, orgasm denial as punishment, oral sex(m!receiving), female masterbation, angst, jealousy, yearning, crying and confessions during sex, unrequited love, verbal degradation (slut shaming), swearing, mild alcohol consumption, inaccurate corporate speak lol, reader is an absolute pervert, Jay is really mean, written in second person, use of y/n, unhappy ending
Synopsis: Jay had grown very fond of his female secretary, but what happens when you make an unforgivable mistake, and the only thing you can do is show him how sorry you are?
Word count: 7.5k
SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI. YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
You weren’t always like this.
When you first started as Jay’s little secretary, you were brighter eyed, naive, optimistic. You quietly dodged your new coworkers in the bullpen on your first day, trying to convince yourself you were just imagining people wincing at you subconsciously. Your plain flats didn’t make an impact on the carpeted floors, and your simple white button up and long black pencil skirt made you anonymous in your new sleek surroundings.
Jay was walking out of his office, adjusting his expensive black blazer hurriedly. He almost walked past you; why say hello to the next employee who won’t last the week? But his eyes lingered for a second longer on you, a small smirk growing on his face before he coldly left without a word.
Jay was stubborn, had high standards, and was ruthless. He demanded perfection, and you couldn’t even fault him as hypocritical. He himself was married to his job, and he kept the firm running.
At the expense of his cute little secretary…
You learnt fast not to take his expectations personally. You couldn’t deny that the pay was worth it, so you tried your best to become the corporate drone you needed to be to survive under Jay’s iron fist.
***
The day that he looked at you differently was the beginning of the end. You had been assessing a client’s proposal from an investor before Jay was to meet with them. Your eyelids were drooping already as your tummy rumbled under your hand. Your mind wondered to the lunch plans with your coworker, Jake, that you couldn’t attend because Jay needed this presentation by 4pm, and you let out a defeated sigh.
Your fuzzy, tired brain was having a hard time collating all the proposed financial plans - nothing was adding up based upon the information you had been provided. You slightly stood up to look over your desk partition with pleading eyes, but your nearby colleagues were either on a late lunch or had left for the afternoon. You let out a soft ‘fuck’ as you were about to sit back down. Jay, whose office was in front of your desk, looked up briefly and caught your concerned face. Your features tensed as you hurriedly sat back down, praying that he didn’t notice your panicked state.
But his office door quietly clicked open, and shoes thumping on carpet were getting louder as they got closer to your desk. You also just remembered that you had accidentally forgotten to respond to his email asking for an update. To your embarrassment, your hands started to shake slightly as you contemplated if it was worth asking for his help or just physically running away. Your decision making didn’t even begin by the time he reached your chair, standing over you like a satirical comic villain, his tall, slender shadow stretching across the floor.
“I asked for an update. Why did I see you looking for someone to talk to?” His low tone carried a frustrated impatience. You spoke before your brain could catch up, too tired to comprehend the consequences any longer.
“Sir, I can’t do it. It’s not making sense. I’m sorry, I’ve been really trying to get it done.” Jay closed his eyes and shook his head subtly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What do you mean you can’t do it? The proposal has been received. This is your job, y/n. They get here in an hour.” You internally had slapped him in the face by now. If I wasn’t made to stay so late I wouldn’t be so tired!
You sighed and logged back into your computer, explaining to him where you found some discrepancies. You brushed them off by saying you had probably missed something, that you should have asked for help, that you're sorry he will be late. He instead gently pushed your wheeled chair to the side and grabbed a nearby one for himself to sit on. His hand brushed yours as he took the mouse, reading through your notes.
“Leave this to me.” He abruptly stood, the chair underneath him rolling almost violently into the desk behind you. He absentmindedly folded the cuffs on his neat white button up, about to storm back into his office. His eyes found your confused ones, and he smiles slightly. “This was great work, y/n. How about you have an early day, you deserve it.”
You could have fallen off your chair. Was this a test? You were almost too scared to go home. But when his eyes darkened over with anger on his way back to his desk, you weren’t sure you wanted to be there for what would transpire.
***
You walked into work the following day feeling rejuvenated. Almost. You had gotten an actual decent nights’ sleep, and had woken up early enough to get a coffee before work. You entered the floor of your workplace and the atmosphere felt instantly heavy on your chest. A silent hum enveloped the office, and was only interrupted by quiet keyboard clicking and softly ringing phones.
Your outfit choice now felt slightly inappropriate. Wanting to dress for your happy mood and Jay’s newly good graces, you had finally decided to try your new set of black heels with a short fitted dress. It had a chest window, and sat like skin over your ass and tits. You began making your way to your desk, when Jake spotted you from his cubicle and rushed over. He waved at you to stop walking as he approached you, his eyes slightly dropping to your dress.
“You look good today y/n…” his golden retriever-like smile was cheeky as he took your small handbag from your hands. “I will valiantly help you take this to your desk, a pretty girl should never have to carry too much,” he said dramatically, bowing crudely before following you through the bullpen. You playfully rolled your eyes and giggled at his antics.
“Jakey, you looked like you needed to tell me something earlier,” you prompted as he placed your bag down.
“Yes, about that…” his eyes shifted to Jay’s office before he hugged your side to redirect both of your faces away from Jay’s view. He lowered his voice and spoke into your ear. “He is in a particularly bad mood today. Something about an investor who almost scammed him yesterday. Anyway, just be careful. I’m here to help, and I’m also free for lunch.” He finished with a small wink, a wish of good luck, and strolled back to his cubicle.
You sat at your desk with a newfound anxiety, instantly assuming it had something to do with your findings from the previous afternoon. You fearfully pressed the power button on your PC as you stared at yourself in the black abyss while it loaded. You moved to riffle through your handbag so you could look into his office unnoticed, almost flinching when you met his eyes glaring in your direction. A small gulp escaped you as you pretended to be busy on your computer, opening up your email inbox.
A meeting invitation was on full display when it loaded in - “upcoming appointments: meeting with Mr. Park, 10 minutes ago.” You mindlessly closed the tab before jerking your whole body up. When did that meeting get added and how did you miss it?! Jake surely hadn’t kept you from your desk that long, and if the invite was from yesterday you would not have seen it before you left. You anxiously tapped your leg under the table as you tried to get a story straight, but his pulsating gaze was now so uncomfortable, you had no choice but to face the inevitable.
His eyes followed you from your desk, to his door, to you awkwardly sitting in the guest chair across from his. You had disillusioned yourself into reading his soulless facial expression as curious rather than angry. Your voice was lost in your throat as you tried your best to speak, but you managed a “sorry I’m late sir”.
He tapped his finger on the wooden desk before leaning back slightly in his leather throne.
“It’s okay. I just put it in so you would come in here once you had settled in, or after talking to your other colleagues, of course.” To your surprise, his response was seemingly genuine, although laced with annoyance by the end. He continued, “I wanted to thank you for your work yesterday. You managed to pick up that the investors were trying to trick our client into a bad deal, even if you didn’t necessarily mean to. I appreciate knowing you are working thoroughly. I feel like I can trust you, y/n.” You were slightly offended if you were honest, but that was overshadowed by the intense relief you felt at not getting fired. You tried to remain visibly calm, but a sigh escaped your small smile.
“Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry I didn’t have it to you sooner.” Jay waved his hand briefly before clasping both of them together on the desk.
“Don’t worry about it. And from now on, you can call me Jay.” You couldn’t ignore how his eyes were now tracing over your chest before looking back up into yours. They held a power you had never seen before, and you squeezed your thighs together as you slightly squirmed in the chair. A satisfied expression now sat on his features, and he adjusted his glasses before speaking again.
“To reward you, I have decided to increase your responsibilities with me. I believe you will do well in helping me prepare for a large investors presentation event. There will be a pay increase for you. It will, however, also come with increased hours. I will be expecting you here earlier and staying later. It’s only temporary, but if you succeed we can look into something more permanent.” Jay looked smug as he finished his proposal. You wanted to laugh in his face at the mere thought of his assumption that more work is what you craved.
“Sir-“ he clicked his tongue. “Jay, I’m honoured. But I’m not sure I have the time to work more hours.” Or sanity.
He pondered in silence for a moment.
“Well…I didn’t expect that. I know many people in this office who wanted this opportunity. Many people who would also make a good secretary.” By this point, you wanted to reach over the desk and strangle him. If only he knew how they spoke about him to you the moment he was out of ear shot. He was lucky to have you working even half as hard as you did, bending to his every need.
You have always wondered why you withstood his routine torture, kicking yourself internally every time you agreed to his ridiculous requests or followed him around like a lost puppy at his beck and call. He was clearly waiting for a response, his unrelenting tapping on the desk had gotten faster and his other hand was now holding the weight of his head. His gaze had not left you, filled with impatience, expectation, and something…sinister. You absorbed his gorgeous brown eyes, and the way they sat behind his simple but sleek clear glass frames. His black vest was snug around his broad chest and keen waist, and he commanded the attention of the room with his breathtaking confidence.
What you never wanted to admit was staring you in the face, trapping you against a wall and demanding attention with no mercy. You were in love with Jay. Obsessed. Consumed with an undeniable pull that you were only along for the ride for, and unsure if you wanted to retreat.
You suddenly felt small under his watchful eye. You hoped it wasn’t just your imagination that kept catching his lingering stare on your tits. You crossed your arms in front of you, feigning contemplation but trying to instead push your tits up a little more. Jay’s eyebrow raised for a moment, and he cleared his throat. You thought about denying him of your time, fleeing this ridiculous job and getting over whatever Stockholm Syndrome spell you were under to act like this. You considered who you could convince to even take over on such short notice; Jake would probably last a week at most, and Heeseung was all charm and no actual bite.
Your mind betrayed you with an incredible strength, reminding you of how Sooha had been sniffing around Jay for additional work. You had overheard her at the water cooler exclaiming that she had been stood up for the secretary role, rolling your eyes at the time with the simple assumption that she had wanted a promotion. But you replayed every time she loitered outside Jay’s office with unnecessary paperwork and an even more unnecessarily short skirt. She would delay his escape back into his dark cave by asking if he needed another coffee, or assistance with his upcoming meeting. You were invigorated with a new sense of purpose, and you spoke without further contemplation.
“I understand, Sir. I would love to accept this opportunity.” You both smiled with relief, and something more.
“I’m so glad to hear, y/n. I look forward to spending more time with you. And again, please, call me Jay.” He stood from his chair and paced around to you, holding his arm out to show you out. He remained so close that you brushed against him when you circled the chair to leave. Could you have just used the opposite side? Sure. But you wanted to smell his expensive cologne before you lost him to his day of meetings, and to feel the slight electricity of your skin touching his. You left without looking back, instead eyeing his reflection in the window as his head dropped to follow your ass out of the room.
***
That was the first night you touched yourself to thoughts of your boss. You cupped your boob in one hand, toying with your perky nipple as you pushed your fingers into your tight hole. You had been soaking through your panties since your meeting with Jay, simply passing the day with monotonous tasks as you fidgeted in your chair, imagining what he was doing behind closed doors. You pictured your fingers were actually Jay’s larger ones, penetrating you with an addicting dominance while whispering dirty nothings in your ear. You pulled your wet fingers out to circle your clit, getting closer to your climax while you dreamt of him bending you against his large desk and fucking you into it. You came quickly after, your euphoria soon dulling to a quiet emptiness. Even if Jay had been unusually attentive today, it was at the restraint of his almost suspiciously perfect professionalism. Jay would never act on your little fantasies, but that didn’t have to stop you from proving yourself as a worthy companion.
***
You and Jay soon fell into a comfortable routine. The larger workload was challenging, but with Jay’s keen assistance and your work ethic, you had become an unlikely bonded pair. You had discovered you both favoured the same local restaurant when you offered to order take-out on a late Friday night of spreadsheets and financial reports, and it soon became a tradition to have dinner together each and every Friday as you worked closer to the presentation day.
Jay was particularly proud of an investor you had lined up to meet with him and a client, and he held up his champagne glass to clink it with yours over your plastic container of food. His white shirt now had a few buttons loosened by the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up just above his elbow. You could see the gradual outline of his lower biceps beneath the fabric, becoming plagued with images of his strong arms holding himself above you as he abused your hole, or squeezing your thighs as he held them open against his hot mouth.
Your face flushed with arousal, and you hoped the bubbly champagne would cover your unfortunate tell. Jay didn’t seem to notice as he took a sip from his glass, putting it down to collect a mouthful of noodles in his chopsticks.
“You know y/n, I’m really impressed you managed to get this meeting.” He shot you a charming, contemplative smile. You looked away with a newfound shyness, a small grin exposing itself in return. “The CEO is extremely specific about her investments, that’s why she chooses to attend each introductory presentation. I don’t know what you said, but I already know you have amazed her.” Your face contorted into a frown before you quickly loosened it to not worry Jay. The assistant you spoke with on the phone had only confirmed the CEO’s name, which apparently was ambiguous enough for you to assume they were a man. You poured the remainder of your glass down your throat before politely excusing yourself back to your desk, taking your cooled noodles with no accompanying appetite.
You looked to Jay as he innocently finished the last bite of his dinner, brushing a hand through his hair that had fallen from his gelled push back style. Your heart swelled with affection, seeing him in such a casual state would never not excite you. It was so personal and real, and you cherished the time you got to spend with him no matter the circumstances. You couldn’t bear to lose him, but a cold hard reality slapped you in the face with shocking force. You were but a cog in his giant machine, a blip in his day of negotiating with fellow businessmen and managing the stakes of a growing law firm.
Jay shut down his computer, urging you to as well so he could walk you to your car, beckoning to the now darkened sky as he flipped his blazer over his shoulder. Once you had exited the elevator and triggered the building door to open, a cold draft immediately enveloped you. Goosebumps travelled across your exposed arms and legs, and you hugged yourself as you began to shiver.
“Hey, here you go.” Jay stood behind you and draped his blazer over your shoulders before moving around you to pull the sides across your front. He then placed his hands on your arms, squeezing affectionately while he caught your eye. You stood in stunned silence as you stared back at him with adoration, only believing it was real when you felt the pressure of his hand ripple through your arms. You pinched the blazer closed once he turned to lead you to your car, savouring the moment before bidding him a sweet goodbye.
***
Your yearning had now turned sick and perverted. You were sprawled out across your bed, wearing nothing but Jay’s jacket as you played with your pulsing clit, inhaling the sweet smell of him. You grinded your hips against your hand to chase the familiar rush, your release slowly dripping onto the fabric. You removed the blazer, holding it tightly against you in an embrace as you drifted to sleep, tears racing down your face as you accepted that this was the closest you would ever find Jay lying next to you.
***
You returned his jacket the following Monday after picking it up from the dry cleaner, dropping it into his office soon after your arrival. Although he was on the phone with his client preparing for the meeting that afternoon, he made sure to smile in your direction as you placed it gently on the spare chair. He was diligently explaining his advice, including an overview of the CEO’s particular interest areas. You tensed hearing him talk about another woman so in depth, if only in a professional capacity. You rigidly left to return to your desk, distractedly beginning your tasks for the week.
Jake was soon leaning over your partition, quizzing if your bad mood had anything to do with the big meeting he kept hearing about. You rolled your eyes and huffed out in exasperation.
“I just don’t get what the big deal is.” Jake swivelled his head around before leaning closer into your space.
“It’s because the CEO has a…reputation. She’s hot, and she knows how to leverage it. The team is just waiting to see if Mr Park is the type to participate in extra curricular activities for a good deal. It’s a huge company, our client is lucky to even have this meeting.” He smirked before continuing. “The finance team is placing bets. I think he’s too straight and narrow for this bullshit, but some aren’t so convinced it’s not an act.”
Your eyes widened as you too surveyed your surroundings, first looking to Jay who was still entirely focused on his phone conference. “Jake, you can’t talk like that here. I shouldn’t even know about this!” You whisper-yelled at him before putting your head in your hands and shaking it back and forth, as if you could dispel the knowledge from your mind.
“I’m sorry! You’ve just been so hard to catch lately, I’ve barely been able to talk to you about anything. Can we please have lunch today? Heeseung misses you too.” He reached down and grabbed a small Lego figure from your desk, fiddling with it absentmindedly in his hands. You ripped it from him as he chucked at your reaction.
“Stop it, Jay got that for me, I don’t want you breaking it with your butter fingers.” You tried to look at him with anger, but his faux-guilty pout just had you rolling your eyes.
“Since when do you call him Jay?” His tone was confused as he prodded for a reaction. You subconsciously averted your eyes to Jay’s office, replaying the fateful day he insisted on you doing so.
“It doesn’t matter, Jake. Can you please leave me alone now, I have a lot to get ready for today. I will message you for lunch, okay?” You couldn’t help but smile as he pinched your cheek before finally retreating.
A soft ding from your computer pulled you back to your reality; an email from Jay.
“Y/n,
Can you please add the conference to my calendar with a meeting link? I will be travelling to their office, but my client will now need to appear remotely.
Thank you,
J”
You silently cursed yourself at your neglect of his calendar. The meeting had been arranged over the phone late Friday afternoon, so you had only quickly let Jay know between urgent tasks. You did as you were told, marking it for 2pm.
Around 1pm, Jay pulled the blinds on his office and locked the door, presumably changing into an even more formal suit ensemble. He had always presented himself with a practised perfection, but your heart panged with jealousy nonetheless at the thought of him getting dressed up for this infamous woman. You faintly heard the phone ring through the thick glass, and he promptly answered.
***
Your legs were trembling as you closed the door to his office. He had called your desk soon after his muffled phone conversation subsided, simply stating, “my desk, now.” He had never spoken to you like that before, not even when you had made some unfortunate mistakes. The door closed with a loud click in the deafening silence as he glared at you with regret. It hurt you to see him look at you like that, like the past months of comfortability and trust meant nothing. You sat down in the plush chair, feeling the fabric rub against your exposed thigh as your pencil skirt rode up. You crossed your legs to attempt to make yourself smaller, wanting to simply shrivel up into a pulp.
He sat in silence for a couple moments before finally speaking.
“Surely you know why I have called you in here.” His hands were clasped on the desk, clenching. “I will give you one chance to explain.”
You picked at your nail bed as you contemplated what to say.
“I’m so sorry if I have made a mistake, Jay. But I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Please tell me, I will fix it.” You were pleading by the end of your poor excuse of a response.
“You’re kidding.” He adjusted his glasses in disbelief. “You marked the time wrong in my calendar. The meeting was at 1pm. I just got off the phone with the CEO herself, who said she will ‘never work with someone so unprofessional ever again.’ Do you understand? I don’t know what happened to you, but the y/n I know would never make that mistake. Do you know how much I trust you? Rely on you?” He was speaking so calmly you almost couldn’t comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. Your eyes warmed as tears threatened to fall. “You have betrayed me.” That knocked the wind out of your lungs. You were seconds away from falling to your knees and literally begging for forgiveness.
“Jay, you’re right. This is unlike me, and I am so sorry this even happened.” Your voice caught up with you as you rambled, almost losing it.
“Their headquarters is based across the country, they confirmed the meeting in their Timezone, and I didn’t think to convert it. Please Jay, I know this is a huge loss, but I need to know you can forgive me. I will do anything to prove myself to you.”
He let out a sarcastic, venomous laugh, taking his glasses off and lifting his arms to run his hands through his hair. The outfit he had changed into included a crisp white shirt, dark blue vest and a matching pair of neat slacks. You couldn’t help but ogle him even in your fragile state, averting your eyes once he stopped to look back at you.
“I trust you will make this up to me, y/n.” He rested his forearms behind his head. “Which is why you're going to get on your knees for me.”
You pushed a fingernail into your palm, trying to reality check yourself. Were you so stressed that your simple fantasies were overcoming your perception of the otherwise furious man in front of you? Your shirt suddenly felt too tight around your breasts as it clung to your black lacy bra, your cleavage tantalisingly showing beneath your lowly buttoned blouse. Your skirt was now resting midway up your thigh and, if you stood up, would slip just enough to show the bottom of your ass. Jay was shamelessly eating you with his eyes behind their fiery stare. “I’m not asking twice, y/n. Prove to me you understand.”
You wasted no time, dropping to your hands and knees, crawling the small gap from under the desk to his lap. He let out a breathy sigh as he began to unzip his trousers slowly. “I fucking knew it.” He whispered. You were so ashamed, but the arousal growing rapidly in your core was more than enough to disregard any consequences of what you were about to do. You continued from where Jay stopped, pulling on his trousers just enough to expose his black briefs. He was already half-hard, bulging underneath the fabric. You pulled it down, freeing his cock as it slapped onto his lower stomach. You tensed your face muscles as you took in his size, he was perfect. All those nights spent touching yourself would pail in comparison to the pleasure he could give you.
“Don’t act shy now, baby.” A hand gripped the back of your head, not forcibly, but its weight said everything it needed to emphasise. You rested one hand on his thigh, feeling it tense under your touch, as the other gripped his shaft, sensually pumping him.
He instantly threw his head back, illuminating his gorgeous jawline and neck. You waited for his eyes to close before putting your mouth around the tip, circling your tongue before pushing yourself further down. He groaned in relief and pleasure, bringing his other hand down to hold your head. He wasn’t pushing you, just letting you adjust to his size as you hollowed your mouth to suck. He finally looked down, seeing a slight mascara trail around your eyes as they watered in concentration. Your lipstick was smudging around the edges of your lips, your hair messy where it fell from his hand. You were looking into his soul, and he grinned. “I always knew you would be an easy little slut for me.” You whined in self-pity. You thought you had kept your emotions at bay around him, but he had evidently seen right through you. “The way you parade around me with your little skirts and fuck-me eyes. You’re lucky I hadn’t fired you. So unprofessional…” he tutted before running his hands through your hair, gripping the roots so he could begin to grind himself into your mouth.
Your hands dropped to the carpet below you. You breathed through your nose as he began to softly moan when his tip brushed the back of your throat. The noise was beautiful, and ran straight to your core. Your panties were soaking by now, and you began to wiggle your ass and legs to attempt some friction. “Your mouth was fucking made for me, baby. Be a good girl and swallow.” The nickname had your head spinning. He gripped your hair tighter, stopping you from being able to retreat as he thrusted into your mouth in quick succession to chase his climax. He came down your throat with a final groan, not taking his eyes from yours. He removed your head with a pop, ran a hand from your scalp down your face and gently held your chin.
He had been watching you try and satiate your own needs, and he was finally going to entertain you. “I still haven’t forgiven you, baby. You need to show me that you will do anything for me. Get up.” He tugged on your hair to prompt you, so you pushed yourself up using his thighs for leverage. You rested yourself against his desk, not trusting your own body to hold you up. Your shirt was slightly crooked, bra peaking out on one side. Your skirt had ridden up significantly, giving Jay a teasing of your ass. “Undress yourself, baby.” You nodded vigorously before fiddling with your button with shaking hands. You couldn’t quite grip it to push it out of the hole, whispering his name when he rolled his eyes. He abruptly tugged your hands away before gripping the collar on either side and pulling. The buttons released with velocity across his office, bouncing onto the floor.
You gasped, watching the fabric fall lazily when he let go, now moving his hands to cup your boobs over your bra.
“Do you wear this just for me?” He traced the lace pattern with his pointer finger. “There’s no other reason an upstanding employee would need to be walking around like a stripper underneath her uniform.” He squeezed your tit, “answer me.”
You breathed out before you could stop yourself. “Yes. Yes I do Jay. It’s all for you.” You placed a hand over his and looked at him with an inappropriate innocence. He was taken aback for a second, your sincerity confronting. He took his hands off you, leaning back comfortably.
“Show me then. Take your clothes off. Show me how you touch yourself.” You instantly removed your ruined blouse, and unzipped your skirt to pull it down your thighs, kicking your clothes away with your strappy black heels. Your panties were quickly on display, a matching black lace, small, thin and tight around your plush ass and hips. He laughed incredulously. “Fuck. You’re a whore. This is what you’re wearing under that skirt? One wrong move and I’d see your fucking pussy.” He laughed softly in contemplation. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Show me what you’ve been thinking about.” You felt tears welling again, and your face was flushed with embarrassment. You unclasped your bra and threw it at him softly. It hit his chest before plopping in his lap. “Baby, it was your mistake that got you here. Are you sure you want to cross me right now?” He rolled his chair closer and pushed your hips against his desk, forcing you to now sit on its ledge. You looked into his eyes again, not in the position to deny your sick attraction to your sadistic boss.
You led your hand to your panties, initially beginning to circle your clit on top of the thin fabric. You were conscious of his intense glare as he analysed your actions, and you couldn’t tell if he even wanted you, or if he was just trying to humiliate you like you did to him. Jay could feel you were hesitating.
“What do you usually think about when you touch yourself, hm?” His voice softened with a subtle affection, and he rubbed his warm hands onto your thighs. You increased your speed on your clit, only knowing you could admit your deepest secrets if you were desperate. You felt a spark through your core, and left out a soft gasp.
“I think…of you Jay.” You hesitated for a moment, stopping your movements to pull your panties down, discarding them on the floor. You looked away, plunging two fingers into your pussy. “I imagine my fingers are yours...” You ran your other hand over his where it rested on your soft thigh, gripping his fingers, mapping their size. Jay was restraining himself from touching you, wanting nothing more than to latch his mouth onto your neck. You could see him shifting in his chair, his erection growing once again. This empowered you to plunge your fingers in harder, now moaning desperately.
“How often do you get off on me, huh? I didn’t know my little secretary was wet every time she came into my office? Have you touched yourself here when I’m out on business?” His tone was condescending but thoughtful.
“No Jay, but…I had to take your jacket to the dry cleaner because I fucked myself on it…I couldn’t stop thinking about you fucking me right here on your desk…” you choked out between moans as you were closer to finishing. Jay’s cock was now hard and leaking in his lap, and his eyes widened at how honest you decided to be.
“Oh baby, you’re worse than I thought. You’re a fucking dirty thing aren’t you?” He grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. You whined in frustration, but he quickly clasped your arms behind your back, using his grip to then turn you around, pushing your back so you were now face down on the desk. You flinched at the cold surface and wriggled to get comfortable, your ass now on full display for him.
He finally touched you where you had been craving most, dragging his middle finger through your slick.
“Fuck, your so wet. Who knew you’d get so worked up by your boss watching you fuck yourself.” You could hear his trousers hitting the floor, and you turned to get a better look at him. He was stroking himself above your ass, pre-cum already leaking onto you and dripping to your core. You were now fully aware of your naked frame compared to his mostly clothed self, and your embarrassment stirred with sick pleasure. You dropped your head into your arms, already so worked up by the image that your pussy was clenching around nothing. Until his tip broached your entrance, bullying itself inside until he had bottomed out. You both moaned at the sensation, and he quickly worked himself up to a stable rhythm. The stretch was delicious each time. You knew he would fuck you good, but you had no idea it would feel this incredible. He was recreating every fantasy for you, and you almost wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t for the repeated slap of skin echoing off of the four walls. His moans were fucking gorgeous, and they had you clenching around him, sucking him in.
“Holy shit baby. I should have had you like this sooner, you’re fucking made for me. My own little slut.” His foul words didn’t match his tone, now carrying an adoration that had your legs bucking. You wondered if he shared even a fraction of the love you had for him. He picked up his pace, leaving all love lost.
“So, are you gonna finally say that you’re sorry, baby?” He pushed your arms into your lower back, making your arch slightly into him, and his other hand was now moving between gripping your ass and hip.
“Jay…” you whined and cried his name. “Jay, I’m so sorry…” you were overwhelmed with guilt, and the extreme sensations you were feeling had you wanting to confess your deepest secrets…including what led you to this very moment. “Jay, I have something to tell you… I knew the meeting was at 1, I put it in your calendar wrong on purpose…” you were now sobbing through your words as his cock abused your pleasure point. He abruptly stopped while deep inside you, and heavily sighed.
“Oh baby…my y/n”. The sweet euphoria of Jay calling you his was soon overtaken by a sharp, throbbing sting as his palm came down heavily on your ass.
The force was so powerful that the desk rumbled where it was bolted down, wanting to repel itself from its restraints. You cried out at the pain, but also the undeniable pleasure. You were expecting some push back if you ever told him, but not this. The shock had forced the air from your lungs, and you were now gasping to reclaim it. Jay didn’t have the patience to wait, spanking you again with less force, but the same venom.
“Now why on earth would you have done that, y/n?” Even he seemed stunned in slight disbelief. You spoke quickly before he thought to initiate another smack.
“Jake told me about who you were meeting with, he told me about…her,” you remembered the night you celebrated with Jay, when he revealed he would be meeting with a woman. You had gone back to your desk to find out more, revealing she was young, beautiful, wealthy. Your jealousy was already simmering, and hearing Jake’s nonsense made your emotions boil over like an erupting volcano.
“What the fuck are you talking about, y/n?” Jay was now becoming impatient, rubbing where he had just smacked you and slowly rutting into you again. His hand had unintentionally loosened around your caged arms, and you managed to grab his wrist, pulling him closer.
“Jake told me everyone thought you were going to fuck her. And I just couldn’t let that happen, Jay. I couldn’t lose you…I don’t care that it cost you the deal. I just wanted you here with me.” Jay’s slower pace had him penetrating you deeper now, massaging your g-spot as you sobbed through your confession, mind altering pleasure mixing with the grief of the mere thought of losing your Jay.
You wanted him to turn you around, look into your eyes, hold you against him while he fucked you. You wanted him to tell you he loved you. You wanted all of the stolen glances between meetings to be replaced with waking up next to him on a cold winter’s morning. You wanted his hand on the small of your back as you passed him in the hallway to be him embracing you in the kitchen as you cooked him his favourite dinner.
Instead, you felt the cold slap of his hand on your red ass, one, two, three times, his powerful thrusts moving in tandem with their rhythm. He fought his arm out of your grasp, gripping your hips so he could piston into you.
“You’re a conniving slut. Fuck y/n, I knew you were going to be easy, but I didnt realise you were a fucking psycho.” Your pussy was now clenching tightly on its own accord.
While his words stung more than his spankings, you were oddly grateful that Jay had now seen the real you. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and his thrusts became even more powerful than before. He was close, now moaning each time his tip hit your cervix. You couldn’t help but feel that the venom in his voice wasn’t portraying how he truly felt about this. After all, why was he getting impossibly more turned on?
“Jay…please don’t be mad at me. I can’t help it, you make me fucking insane.” He dug his nails into your hips as he dragged a hand to the back of your neck, squeezing lightly before gripping your hair and tugging it up, forcing your body upright. Your bare skin was resting against his soft vest, and he pulled you closer by cupping your neck and jaw in his left hand. His right hand was now prodding across your stomach, up to your tits, down your hips and over your ass. His moans were now being directed straight into your ear, and you wished you could have them on repeat every night from now.
“What else do I need to know about, baby?” He whispered seductively.
Your hands found purchase in his hair, allowing you to push your torso forward, creating an addictive angle for his cock to drill into you. You were right, he fucking loved it.
“I told Sooha you had a no-knocking policy when your door was closed…which lately has been always…” you moaned when he dragged his hand over your clit, rubbing it lazily.
“And why would you do that, baby?” He whispered further just under his breath, “fuck, you sound amazing…” you whined, it was the first time he had complimented you this whole time, and it egged you on.
“She was always snooping around for your attention, Jay. I couldn’t allow it…” Jay could feel you on the urge of your release, your moans becoming high pitched and needy.
“You’re getting close, baby. So am I.” The hand on your chin was now squeezing your neck, holding your upper body in place. He wrapped his other arm completely around your torso, caging you between him and the desk, trapping you on his leaking cock. His thrusts became sloppy and impossibly deep, and he groaned as he shot his load inside you, continuing to fuck his seed further in.
He pulled out shortly after and completely let go of his hold on your body, letting gravity push you toward the desk. You caught yourself with trembling arms. Your pussy was now empty, clenching, still craving Jay. You arched your back so your ass was positioned for him to continue, but to your surprise, you heard the rustle of fabric before a quick zip. You whipped around with an incredulous frown, watching him tuck his shirt neatly back into his pants.
He met your confused face with a simple shrug, adjusting his vest so it was even.
“Y/n, you lost me a huge client today. I don’t know what you expect from me. I didn’t bring you in here for a fun time, you had a lesson to learn. And now that I know you did it on purpose, why would I reward you?” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You felt worthless.
“You’re going to do one more thing for me okay, baby.” He gracefully placed his finger and thumb on your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You purposely locked your eyes onto a piece of lint on the floor. He pulled something out of his pocket, moved his hand into your line of sight and dangled it from his pointer finger. Your panties.
“Now, I’m going to keep these for a little longer. You’re going to put your clothes back on, and go back to work like nothing happened…stuffed with my cum.”
He pushed your face back toward the desk and bent down to collect your clothing items from the floor, unceremoniously dumping them in a pile on the table next to you. He sat back into his leather chair and dialed a number into his phone, asking the receptionist to direct his call to the client while you redressed just next to him. Shame, embarrassment, guilt and disgust was swallowing you whole. You wanted to scream. You thought you might have finally gotten what you wanted, to know that Jay wanted you. Loved you. Instead, you had delivered your most sincere and personal desires on a silver platter, just to have it smeared all over the floor and thrown in your face.
Every sweet, treasured memory of the two of you was now tainted and corrupted. You planned to walk out without looking back, but your eyes magnetised to him before you had even begun to leave. Adoration and love still fought itself to the surface, and you collected your tears with your finger tips. He was already engrossed in his riveting conversation about how to rework the proposal, making you question if you were even in the room anymore. You opened the camera on your phone, wiping your smudged make up and neatening your hair. You had begun trembling again, so you balanced yourself on your heels, walking away with no further hesitation. You slammed the door behind you and made your way immediately to the elevator after collecting your handbag from your desk.
Thank you for reading <3 I am very open to writing a part 2 if there is interest. I also might open my blog up to requests!
