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making partner

in which: the partner of your firm walked out on you, and you have five days to find a new partner before your firm falls apart on you.

pairs: lawyer!yunho/afab!reader, lawyer!hongjoong/afab!reader, lawyer!wooyoung/afab!reader, lawyer!seonghwa/afab!reader, lawyer!san/afab!reader, lawyer!jongho/afab!reader, lawyer!mingi/afab!reader, lawyer!yeosang/afab!reader

features: xikers members as employees at the firm

word count: 26.6k

content: sex, oral sex, protected and unprotected sex, completely consensual

rating: R — nsfw | mdni

When your partner told you they were leaving the firm, you were in complete and utter shock. They didn’t give you a notice or anything. They just said that they’re leaving and never coming back. You grilled them as to why they suddenly decided to leave the firm, and they kept offering you these bullshit excuses, but as soon as your partner was gone like the wind, you found out that your partner left not just the firm but the entire country when the IRS came knocking on your door. According to them, your partner had been committing tax fraud for years. You stared at the officers with your jaw dropped to the ground. Unfortunately, you had absolutely no idea where your partner went, and the officers went on their way. You didn’t know how or even want to tell anyone else at your firm about the entire incident regarding your partner, but you had to break the news to your firm that you needed a new partner because, well, you did. There was no way on Earth you were going to be able to do that alone.

And so, you called a meeting with the most trusted lawyers on your team. The nine of you sat in the conference room, and you mustered up all the courage you had to let the team know exactly what happened. You were scared to tell them because you knew for a fact that the second you tell them the news, they would be on you like vultures on a dead carcass. If only you had your former partner with you— oh, wait. They’re gone. They left you to get fucked.

“Alright, I’ve called this meeting because, as you can see, our former managing partner’s name is no longer on the wall or attached to this firm,” you started the meeting.

“Wait, really?” Wooyoung, one of your junior associates, stood up to take a look at the wall.

“Did you not notice that this morning when you walked in?” Jongho, your most trusted senior partner, scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I was distracted.”

“With what?”

“I plead the Fifth,” Wooyoung stated after hesitating.

“Shut the fuck up,” Hongjoong, another senior partner slapped Wooyoung’s arm. “You’re a lawyer for crying out loud. You can’t keep using that excuse.”

“Then why did the founding fathers include it in the goddamn constitution, huh?” Wooyoung shot back.

“Jesus Christ, Woo. This is why you’re still a junior associate,” Yunho, one of the senior associates, spoke up.

“Also, just be honest. You were flirting it up with the receptionist, weren’t you?” San, the other senior associate, prodded Wooyoung’s arm with a sly smile.

You sat with a wary smile and watched your team continue to bicker. Your patience was wearing thin, but honestly, anything to keep them off topic. You still weren’t mentally prepared to tell them the real reason behind the meeting.

“Woo, you seriously gotta stop with the flirting,” Seonghwa, who was junior partner, lectured. “It just doesn’t look good.”

“Same for you two,” Yeosang, another junior partner, pointed at San and Mingi, another junior associate.

“What did I do?!” Mingi asked in shock.

“You flirt with lawyers from other firms all the time,” Yunho answered. “And San, before you even begin to say anything, you flirt with our clients.”

“Come on, no I don’t! It’s just information I ask for the case, that’s all.”

“Sure, because we needed to know the shoe size of the female CEO of Bibble,” Jongho said with heavy sarcasm.

“At least I’m not seducing the jury in court.”

“When do I do that?!”

The entire conference room erupted into heated debates— fitting for lawyers in your firm. However, you needed them to argue in court, not with each other; and as much as you wanted to stall telling them the news, you did need them to go back to work. Massaging your temples to prevent a headache that could very well turn into a migraine, you stood up and said loudly, “Alright, can we get back to the meeting?”

All eight lawyers immediately shut their traps and looked at you in anticipation. It seemed as though they knew what you were going to say. Taking a deep breath, you took your seat again and announced, “I am going to choose one of you to be the new managing partner. Your name will go up on the wall with mine if I decide to promote you.”

“Hey, wait. That’s not fair! Shouldn’t the candidates only be Me or Jongho? We’re the senior partners here!” Hongjoong protested.

“Yeah, it makes even less sense that a junior associate has just as much a chance as a firm partner,” Seonghwa added.

“Look, this is my firm right now. I don’t see why I can’t make a junior associate partner. It is my choice after all,” you smoothly responded. “Besides, all of you have been here for the same amount of time. Your position in the company doesn’t really matter to me. What I want is dedication and loyalty. I don’t need my next partner running out on me.”

On that note, you stood up, the other eight standing up subsequently. “I have yet to decide which one of you I want to make partner. I’ll be going over your records this week and have a decision made by Friday night.”

“Today’s Monday! You’re going to take five whole days to go through the records?” Mingi asked in complete astonishment.

“There’s eight of you. Eight records to go through, and only one of me. I can only do so much, boys. Okay, now go back to work. We’ll reconvene on Friday to hear my selection.”

The men left the conference room while you stayed back. A deep exhale escaped your body as soon as you were the only one left in the room. You sat back down in your chair and put your head on the table.

“Hey, Seeun?” You said loudly into the table.

Seeun, your secretary, popped his head into the room. “Yes, ma’am?”

“I have a headache.”

“On it.”

Your secretary immediately disappeared. He returned moments later with water and a painkiller. You felt your headache immediately start to disappear after you took the pill, but you were still completely and utterly exhausted.

“Is everything okay, ma’am?” Seeun asked with a soft voice.

“Why the hell did that dumbass commit tax fraud?” You asked him. You looked up to see a very shocked and scared expression on his face, so you quickly did damage control by saying, “Never mind. Pretend you didn’t hear that. Anyway, Sumin was that person’s secretary, right?”

“Yes.”

“Tell Sumin to clean out that office, and then tell him to meet me in my office.”

“Are you going to fire Sumin?” Seeun asked in a low, concerned voice— all the secretaries in the firm had gotten close, so they were always looking out for each other.

“No, we just need to figure out what he’ll be doing now that he doesn’t have anyone to report to,” you answered quickly, trying not to stress your poor secretary out.

“Okay, good… I’ll go tell him right now.”

“Thanks, Seeun.”

Seeun left you in the conference room, and moments later, you left the room to go to your office. You had a decision to make, and those records weren’t going to read themselves.

You sat in your very private office, surrounded by nothing but wood walls and bookshelves that absorbed most of the noise in your office. You wanted privacy for whichever client came your way. Sure, everyone at your firm was to be trusted, but clients are more comfortable when they know their information will be classified. That’s what you found out, anyway.

As you sat at your desk, you started clicking around on your computer. While you had physical copies of all the records, you also digitized them to make finding the pieces you need easier and faster. You opened up Seonghwa’s records first only because his name popped up first— he had a recent case, which meant his file was the latest to be updated.

You didn’t realize how tedious it would be to go through all the records. Honestly, you kind of just wanted to not do it, throw their names into a hat, and draw one of their names. Of course, you couldn’t actually do that. You cared too much for your firm to half-ass anything.

The buzzer on your desk phone went off— Seeun wanted to talk to you. “Come in,” you answered, allowing your secretary to comfortably enter your office. “What is it?”

“Sumin wants to know where to put the stuff from the office.”

“Any papers or documents, keep. I’ll need the two of you to work with one of the paralegals to sort them out. All of the dumb knickknacks in the office can be tossed. And I want the degree. In fact, tell him to bring the degree to me right now.”

“Okay,” Seeun nodded, but he still lingered in the office.

“Yes?” You asked, wondering if he was going to leave your office any time soon.

“Are we just going to forego the former partner’s name altogether?” He asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” you answered immediately, almost as if it was instinct. “That person doesn’t deserve a name. From now on, you are refer to the person as “dumbass”, okay?”

“Got it…”

Seeun bowed then quickly made his way out of your office, leaving you to scour through the records. You didn’t know how long you were reading for until there was another buzz.

“Yes?” You responded to the buzzer.

“Sumin has the degree for you,” Seeun said over the intercom.

“Perfect. Let him in.”

With the framed degree in hand, Sumin entered your office. You stood up and greeted him with a smile, your arm outstretched so that you could take frame from him. “Thank you, Sumin,” you smiled. “Oh, take a seat. Let’s figure out what you’re going to do here now that you don’t have anyone to report to.”

You tossed the degree somewhere behind you. You didn’t care how you treated it because the first thing you were going to do with it after Sumin left was smash the frame to pieces and rip the degree apart. Your partner was always so fucking proud of their alma mater, so ripping up the degree was revenge and soothing for your enraged soul.

“What did that dumbass have you do for the past couple of weeks?”

Sumin, taken aback by your language regarding the previous person he reported to, replied, “I was running errands like getting coffee or food or—”

“I’ve heard enough. What do you want to do?”

“Honestly? I don’t know ma’am…”

Before you could say anything in response to the cute, flustered boy sitting in one of the chairs in your office and having an existential crisis, your office door opened, and in walked Yunho. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a meeting? How did Seeun even let you in?”

“This is important. It’s about the hospital case,” Yunho answered seriously.

You sighed and turned to Sumin. “I’ll check in with you later. Just finish cleaning out the office for now and then see if any of the paralegals need help.”

Sumin nodded and bowed before quickly exiting the office. Yunho took a seat on the couch in your office, his legs immediately crossing and his hands resting on his knee.

“What’s going on with the hospital case?” You asked with major concern— based off the way Yunho was talking, you feared the worst.

“They agreed to settle,” a huge smile blossomed on the associate’s face.

You stared at Yunho, completely dumbfounded. Flowers and sparkles seemed to surround him as he continued to bask in his success. You stood up slowly, your hands planted firmly on your desk.

“Did you interrupt my meeting to tell me that you won a case?”

“Yes!”

You walked around your desk and towards him while asking with complete annoyance, “Are you telling me you interrupted my meeting to tell me that you won a very winnable case?”

“Yes…” Yunho leaned back; you were starting to scare him.

“You could’ve waited until after I was done, couldn’t you?!” You smacked Yunho’s arms and shoulders as you berated him. “We all knew you were going to get that settlement done, so why would you think that it’s so important to tell me now?!”

“Because you’re deciding who should be partner,” Yunho replied matter-of-factly.

Your headache returned. You collapsed on the sofa next to him and held your hand out in his face, telling him silently to keep his mouth shut. “I fucking knew this was going to happen. That dumbass really screwed me over.”

“Knew what was going to happen?”

“That you guys would start harassing me one way or another to make you partner!”

“Has anyone else done that yet?” Yunho asked mildly surprised.

“No, but it’s only a matter of time before the rest of you vultures swoop down… God, this really sucks.”

You stood up and felt a tear slip out of your eye. Before you could even wipe it away, Yunho grabbed your arm and pulled you down so that you were sitting on the sofa once again. He wiped the tear away himself with his thumb and said quietly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stress you out…”

“No, it’s not your fault. I’d do the same thing if I were in your position. It’s that dumbass’s fault. I hope that dumbass rots in hell,” your mood shifted from distressed to extremely annoyed just thinking about how your former partner deceived you. You probably would have hated them a lot less had they chose a replacement partner before vanishing.

Yunho could tell you were getting more and more upset by the second, so he pulled you in for a hug. You felt your headache fade away the longer he hugged you. “Well, I promise you that this vulture doesn’t want to upset you in any way.”

“Thanks, Yunho.”

He placed a light kiss on your cheek before releasing you from his (surprisingly) extremely comforting hug. You even found yourself longing for him to hug you again, which you immediately dismissed because you still had to maintain some sort of professionalism with your associates. Yunho held your hands and rubbed circles on the backs of your hands with his thumbs.

“I hope my actions didn’t negatively impact my chance of becoming partner. I just wanted to add to my record as soon as possible since I just got the news,” he continued.

“Of course not. Again, I get it. This is a huge opportunity. I just wish I wasn’t the one who had to choose,” you looked down, your eyes beginning to water up again. You seriously hated your former partner so much in that moment.

Yunho tilted your chin up and wiped the tears from your eyes again. He pulled you in for another hug, although this time, you felt something stir within you. You couldn’t tell if it was because of how secure the hug felt or because you got a good whiff of his extremely sexy cologne— you didn’t even realize cologne could smell sexy until that moment— or because you felt his fingers brushing against very erogenous zones on your upper body. All you know was that you were very hot and bothered by this man and that you needed to do something to alleviate your rapidly intensifying libido.

What surprised you even more was that Yunho knew what he was doing. He had this planned out from the second he entered your office. You knew because instead of letting you go from the hug, he pinned you down on the sofa. Honestly, you kind of had to commend him for his plan of action. He played you like a fiddle— a characteristic of a great lawyer.

“Sneaky,” you whispered as he sat up and looked at you with a glint in his eye.

“I gotta prove myself to you that I have what it takes… In more than one way.”

“Do tell.”

“I think I’d rather show you,” Yunho answered before pressing his lips into the nook of your neck.

Fuck professionalism— that flew out the second Yunho came onto you. You happened to be wearing a dusty rose blouse with a ribbon tied to it, which Yunho smoothly undid. He also quickly unbuttoned your blouse, the silk fabric slipping off your torso, revealing your very provocative, very lacy white bra that left little to the imagination. Intrigued by your choice of lingerie, Yunho undid and slipped your white pants off— you already kicked off your shoes the second he kissed your neck— to reveal a matching white pair of lace underwear.

“I love this dedication to detail you have going on,” Yunho remarked as he observed the lace patterns. “Too bad I can only appreciate it for a split second.”

Swiftly, Yunho unhooked your bra, but rather than take it off, he merely pushed it up. You didn’t think such a simple action would feel so sensual, but when the underwire of the bra rubbed against your nipples, you felt your toes tingle with excitement. Then, when Yunho’s lips met your nipples, all of your sanity was a lost cause. You couldn’t help but let a moan slip out when you felt his teeth tug lightly on your nipple.

“Wow, Y/N… That moan was something else,” Yunho released your nipple and sat up.

You pushed yourself up slightly to see Yunho’s ears turn red. Not only that, but you also couldn’t help but note his bulging package making his pants look tighter than usual. Yunho started to unbutton his shirt while you sat up and removed your bra entirely. Just as he slipped off his shirt, you put your hand on the back of his neck and brought him close to you.

“Let’s see what you’re working with, shall we?” You whispered seductively in his ear.

Yunho leaned back and took a condom out of his back pocket, allowing you to undo his pants and slip them down, the bulge seemingly getting even bigger after you exposed his underwear. When you peeled back his underwear, you unveiled what you could only describe as immense and smooth. You’d never seen anything like that before, making you think back and compare him to all the other guys you had sex with in the past. Your mouth started salivating, and that wasn’t the only part of you pooling up liquid. You definitely had to take your panties off quickly before you got them wet to the point where you wouldn’t be able to last the rest of the work day in them.

As soon as he rolled the condom on his cock, you moved so that you were on top of him, your clit rubbing against his shaft. You heard his breathing hitch as you pushed your ass backwards slightly. Turning his chin so that his face was right across from yours, you glanced at him— specifically, his lips. Yunho got your wordless message. He brought you closer to him and licked your bottom lip before enveloping it in between his lips. He sucked hard on your lower lip, then he pushed his tongue through into your mouth, giving you the chance to suck his tongue. You felt his waist move up and down as he impatiently waited for the next move.

“Don’t get so worked up, Yunho. You should keep your cool, especially if you want to be partner,” you taunted.

“Here’s the thing, though,” Yunho lifted you slightly and place his dick at your entrance. “I learned that you have to make things happen for yourself to get by in this world. Therefore, I’ll make my power moves and have my opponent at my mercy.”

Yunho pushed your waist down and his up, your ass hitting his hips with a loud slap. You felt like his cock was going to shoot through you when you made contact so suddenly. You let out a breathy whine and clung to Yunho’s shoulders tightly, depending on his strong upper body to support you. Every time his hips pushed upwards, you felt him go deeper and deeper inside you, which was insane to you because you were on top of him. You couldn’t even imagine would it would be like for him to fuck you from behind or with you laying on your back.

You didn’t have to imagine it; you got to experience it. After several strong thrusts, Yunho pulled out and stood up. He moved your legs down so that you were kneeling on the ground, your arms and upper body pressing against the cool, black leather of the couch. He came at you without any warning. With one hand clenching your buttock tightly and the other wrapping around you to toy with your nipple, you felt like every single part of your body was on fire. The cherry on top for you was when you felt his tongue trace the edge of your ear and his teeth nibble on your earlobe. His thrusts were getting exponentially faster, earning little sighs and moans with every slap of his waist against your ass. Yunho was a driving force— he only got harder and harder from there without letting up in the slightest, what you would call ruthless. You truly did feel at his mercy when you heard his grunts and groans slowly get louder.

“Shit, Y/N, you feel so good… I’m gonna cum…!”

With one final thrust, you felt his dick twitch and throb inside you, a blissful moan from him echoing in the room. You couldn’t help but mentally assess him. He was intense, and he was truly a force not to be reckoned with, but he came before you did.

He did let you finish; rather, he helped you finish. He pushed his long fingers into you roughly and kept a fast speed going. You bit your lower lip to refrain from moaning uncontrollably as his fingers repeatedly rubbed against your G-spot with great friction, and finally, you experienced sweet relief, your legs trembling as you felt yourself cum all over his hand.

“So, Y/N. How did I do?” Yunho asked as he leaned onto you, his large dick brushing past your thighs, nearly turning you on again.

“You, uh,” you gasped out. “You did a good job, and you make a very compelling case…”

“I’ll take it.”

You watched Yunho stand up and cheerily walk towards the door to your office, still completely naked. You were about to yell at him, only to see that near the door were towels. Yunho seriously did come prepared.

“There is one thing I can say for certain,” you told him as he handed you a towel.

“What is that?”

“That I definitely made a good choice hiring you.”

You got through a good chunk of the records by the end of the day, a good chunk meaning only Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s records. There was so much information swimming your head that you seriously regretted saying you were going to go through all the records. Truth be told, out of the eight men you had to choose from, you already kind of had a choice solidified in the back of your mind, but you wanted to give everyone a fair chance.

You were one of the last people to leave the building for the night. You sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day and walked towards the curb. You knew how to drive and had a car, but based off the information those IRS officers gave you last week, you knew that you wouldn’t have the energy to drive home. You held your arm how to hail down a cab, but instead of a cab pulling up to the curb, it was a sleek, black, definitely-not-a-cab car. The window rolled down to reveal Hongjoong in the driver’s seat.

“How much do I even pay you for you to have a beautiful car like this?” You asked upon seeing his face.

“Enough for me to live well, but not enough for me to live my best life,” Hongjoong responded. “Not yet, that is.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how cocky the firm partner was acting. He shot you a cheeky smile before asking, “Can I offer you a ride home?”

Already wary of what moves Hongjoong might pull on you based off Yunho’s actions earlier that day, you hesitated. You looked around to see that you had a better chance of getting home with Hongjoong since there were absolutely no cabs in sight— plus, Hongjoong had driven you home in the past, so he already knew where to go. You nodded. He unlocked the doors, allowing you to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as you put the seatbelt on, Hongjoong pulled away from the curb and drove into the night.

The two of you were silent as Hongjoong drove down the fairly empty roads. It wasn’t that late at night, but considering that it was a Monday, everyone definitely wanted to go home as soon as possible. You played with the strap on your bag as the hum of the engine and wind around the car filled the atmosphere.

“So I heard that we’re calling the former partner dumbass?” Hongjoong said after the two were silent for a solid minute or so.

“Yes. The fucking dumbass,” you bit out, your annoyance completely resurfacing.

“I mean, you have every right to be angry. This situation is just so sudden.”

“Luckily, our cases are all in good places, but I won’t be able to relax until I appoint the next managing partner.”

“Right, and you need to make sure he’s going to be more reliable than the dumbass.”

“Exactly.”

Hongjoong nodded and kept his eyes on the road. He eased off the accelerator and asked you, “Can we make a quick pit stop?”

“Oh, uh, sure…”

After gaining your (somewhat hesitant) approval, Hongjoong took the turn into the nearby state park. Your heart skipped a beat when he kept his hand on the gear shift. You honestly thought his hand was going for your thigh. Your heart would not calm down, though, because you looked to your left to see his face barely illuminated by the faint moonlight pouring in from the window. His side profile was astonishing, and when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, you immediately looked away, your heart beating even faster. You hoped that he didn’t notice you staring, but face it: lawyers noticed everything.

Hongjoong pulled into an isolated lot in the park. In front of you was a grassy field with a beautiful view of the sky, and to the sides were just trees and more trees. Hongjoong slid the cover from the sunroof off, revealing even more stars to your weary eyes.

“Beautiful, right?” Hongjoong asked you, his voice nearing a whisper.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, the view of the stars rejuvenating you.

“I like to come here whenever I find myself getting overwhelmed. It’s nice to reconnect to nature every now and then… To remember how trivial the things that stress us out can be.”

That statement from him made you completely lower your guard. Your shoulders relaxed and you took a deep breath in and out. He was right— looking up at the night sky really did make you realize how small all your problems were compared to the vast universe. That being said, at the end of the day, you still had to make a decision about the managing partner in four days.

Hongjoong noticed your shoulders stiffen once more. He placed a light hand on your shoulder and pressed gently in attempt to get you to relax once again.

“Y/N, don’t overwhelm yourself so quickly. You still have four more days,” Hongjoong tried to reassure you, but the number four just re-emphasized how little time you had to go through all of their goddamn records.

“I know. I’m trying to relax, but I haven’t been able to ever since…” you trailed off; you couldn’t finish your sentence because you didn’t want him or any of the other men knowing why your partner vanished so quickly.

“Let’s see… What else could we do to help you relax?” Hongjoong thought out loud. “You could get a manicure or pedicure, or a massage, or a facial, or…”

You looked at him when he stopped talking. You saw the tips of his ears turn slightly red. “Or what?” You prompted.

“Exercise is a great way of reducing stress.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to go to the gym right now…”

“There are other ways to exercise.”

“I’m definitely not going on a run right now. Not in these heels.”

This time, Hongjoong’s hand did rest on your thigh. He looked you straight in the eye as he dropped his voice, “You definitely don’t have to go on a run right now, nor do you have to go to the gym.”

You glanced down at his hand. His hand was slowly moving upwards, his fingers tracing along the inside of your thigh.

“I’m going to need you to make your case,” you told him with the most authoritative voice you could muster despite your insides doing all sorts of somersaults.

“Really?”

“Yes. Make a compelling argument, present your evidence, and I’ll make a ruling to see if you’re correct or not.”

You were seriously egging him on because by that point, he had turned you on to the point of no return. The combination of the moonlight heightening his sharp features and his knowing hand on your thigh made every last bit of you throb and long for some sort of relief.

“May I request some time to prepare my opening statement?” Hongjoong asked respectfully.

“Yes.” You unlocked the door and set your bag down on the passenger’s seat before moving to the backseat. You crossed your arms over your chest and your legs together to keep yourself together as you said, “You may present your opening statement now.”

Hongjoong cleared his throat before saying, “Your honor, today I will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that fornication is, in fact—”

“Objection,” you interrupted. “Rephrase.”

“That’s not a real objection.”

“For me, it is. I don’t like the word fornication.”

“Fine. Your honor, today I will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that sexual intercourse is, in fact, an excellent form of stress relief,” Hongjoong, as per your request, rephrased the term. He opened his car door and continued, “I will call four witnesses.”

“Oh? Four?” You raised an eyebrow.

Hongjoong got into the backseat next to you, the car door slamming shut. “Yes, four.”

He sat closer to you and once again put his seductive hand on your thigh. You got a good whiff of his cologne and felt the butterflies rampage inside you.

“First, I’ll call my lips to testify,” he whispered in your ear before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Then, my tongue will testify,” Hongjoong’s tongue ran along your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine.

“Third, my fingers will come up to the stand,” his nose brushed against yours as he trailed his fingertips down the side of your face, across your jawline, and under your chin, tilting your head downwards so that your lips almost met his again.

“Finally,” Hongjoong took your hand and placed it right on his crotch, making you feel exactly how hard he was. “We will call upon my dick as the final witness to prove to you that sexual intercourse is a valid form of stress relief and exercise.”

The two of you were breathing somewhat heavily and very erotically by that point, Hongjoong’s opening statement already convincing you that his case was valid, but he had yet to call upon these witnesses. Your lips were dangerously close to his as you breathed out, “Those are not proper witnesses.”

“Not if you witness all four of them.”

Without a second to lose, Hongjoong pressed his lips against yours with full force. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him, one of his hands resting on the small of your back. His other hand held your hand before lacing his fingers with yours. You felt like he was about to dance with you, and he really did. His tongue pushed into your mouth and waltzed with yours, earning a muffled tiny moan from the depths of your soul.

The ribbon on your collar had been long untied, and Hongjoong moved his hands to begin unbuttoning your blouse. As soon as your blouse was off, you immediately unhooked and removed your lace bra. Hongjoong pressed his nose into your skin and inhaled deeply, goosebumps popping up on your arms. With a cheeky smile, Hongjoong leaned back so that you were on top of him. His hands were firmly clenching your buttocks, and you felt something other than his hands on your ass when he pushed you so that you were sitting right above his steadily hardening but still sheathed cock.

“Are you going to call your witnesses up in the order you told me?” You teased him as you realized he was getting a little ahead of himself.

“It depends on which witness is ready first, and right now, my final witness can’t wait much longer.”

Hongjoong unbuttoned your pants and slid them, along with your underwear, down. You were barely able to take everything off past your heels, but you managed, which only made you even more restless. Luckily, in that time, Hongjoong had unbuckled his pants. You watched him take a condom packet out, but he had yet to put the condom on.

“Come here,” he whispered as he held your waist.

You let him position you and realized that he sat you down so that your pussy was right below his cock. Hongjoong, too, was packing. He wasn’t as long as Yunho, but you had no problem believing that his would be just as satisfying.

“Lean back,” he instructed.

You listened and did so, the friction between his dick and your clit almost making your legs give. Hongjoong sat up. He placed one hand against the door of the car, the other on your waist. You saw a tiny smirk appear on his face before he started rubbing against your clit. You gasped at the feeling. He was bringing you to ecstasy faster than your vibrator ever could, and he had yet to penetrate you. Your moans and Hongjoong’s stimulating exhales filled up the car. As good as him rubbing against you felt, you needed more.

“Hongjoong… More…” you murmured.

“Would you say you’ve warmed up enough?” Hongjoong asked with a grunt.

“Definitely.”

“Then,” Hongjoong finally opened up the condom and rolled it on. He leaned back again and pulled you with him, your breasts pressing against the cloth on his chest. “Ride.”

Hongjoong didn’t do a damn thing. He laid on the seat of his car as you began to bounce up and down on his dick. You let out a little pant with every bounce, and soon enough, you needed to push your hands against his chest for support. He, however, didn’t want you to have the assistance. He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, his tongue running across your knuckles. The sensation of Hongjoong’s dick filling you up along with the suction of your fingers in his mouth were driving you insane. You were so close to relief, but in the same breath, you needed more. You needed much more.

He tugged your hand, and your breasts were pressed against his chest once again. He cupped your ass and guided you briefly before his hips rammed upwards, sending you forward with a jolt. His thrusts were rhythmic and consistent. You could feel him throb inside you, and you looked to see him bite his lower lip. It seemed like he was trying to hold out as long as possible. You ran your fingers through his hair and pushed his head back lightly so you could witness his lips once again. His hold on you only got tighter as your tongue intertwined with his.

“Fuck,” you heard him hiss as he pulled his lips away from yours.

Hongjoong had managed to suddenly flip you so that your breasts were pressing against the seat and he was above you. The car moved with his every thrust, and your moans consequentially became more frequent. You lost it even more when you felt Hongjoong’s hot breath on your ear, his grunts also becoming more frequent. The cherry on top of the whole experience was when you felt his fingers on your clit rubbing away like there was no tomorrow. The feeling was so unbearably good that your orgasm came at the speed of light, your cries overpowering the sounds of Hongjoong’s thrusts. Seconds later, you felt his thrusts slow down, and you heard him groan loudly as he came, then exhale as he finished completely.

“That was so— Huh?” You started breathlessly then cut yourself short when Hongjoong turned you so that you were on your back and facing him.

Holding his fingers in the shape of a V, Hongjoong rubbed your clit in between his fingers, his pace immediately quick. You inhaled sharply then moaned as he continued to rub, only for your moans to reduce when he kissed you roughly. You moaned in his mouth as you felt yourself nearing your climax once again— so quickly after you just came. You were astonished, then even more astonished when he kneaded one of your breasts strongly. Soon, you came again, moans and profanities leaving your chest as Hongjoong released you to hear you cry his name.

You felt as though you melted into a puddle when he completely moved away from you. You remained in said puddle as he tied up the condom and dressed himself as if nothing had even happened to him. A pink blush crossed your cheekbones and nose as you stared at him without a single thought in your head. A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he ended with, “I rest my case.”

There were only two things you could think of when you took a shower that night: one was sex with Yunho, and the other was sex with Hongjoong. You wanted to think about the qualifications of those two men for the position, but you definitely couldn’t. You were getting so turned on in the shower that you were desperately trying to think about literally anything else or any other candidate, but whenever you tried, you would think about what each man’s penis would look like. You sighed deeply to yourself. How and when did you turn into such a horndog? On the bright side, at least you weren’t thinking about that dumbass former partner of yours.

You ended up washing your hair that night, so water dripped from your hair and rolled down your bare skin when you stepped out of the shower. The steam from the bathroom escaped when you opened the door, and you heard your bell ring. Quickly, you wrapped a robe around yourself and shuffled out of the bathroom towards your front door. The bell rang again right as you arrived. You unlocked the door and opened it carefully to see one of the junior associates on your team.

“Wooyoung! What’re you doing here?”

“Y/N, can I come in?” Wooyoung, ignoring your question, asked one of his own— but he ended up pushing his way through regardless of your answer.

“I guess you can come in,” you admitted defeat and opened the door fully for him to properly enter. “But what are you doing here?”

“Nice place,” Wooyoung commented as he looked around. He still had yet to answer your question.

He walked into your living room and made himself comfortable sitting on your sofa. You stood before him and looked at him, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Wooyoung.”

“Y/N.”

“Why are you—”

“Wow, this sofa is really comfortable,” Wooyoung interrupted with an irrelevant statement, his hand pushing down on the sofa cushion.

Frustrated, you decided to go back to the bathroom so you could finish getting ready for bed, but Wooyoung apparently didn’t want you to go anywhere. He grabbed your robe belt and pulled, nearly revealing your completely naked body. You held your robe together and turned around to berate the junior associate.

“Wooyoung?!”

“Sit here,” he told you, patting the same cushion he was pushing seconds before.

Grumbling, you tied your robe back together and sat relatively close to him, your legs closed tightly and your hands pulling the end of your robe down. “Can you please just answer my question?”

A light blush appeared on Wooyoung’s face, and his arrogant smile turned into a somewhat coy one. He nodded, and you repeated your question. “What are you doing visiting me at home? And don’t you fucking dare plead the Fifth or I will kick you out.”

“Yunho was acting all smug today after visiting you in your office, so I wanted to get a leg up as well and sell myself on you,” he answered truthfully.

“You couldn’t have waited until tomorrow at work? You just had to visit tonight?” You asked with a sigh while secretly praying that Wooyoung didn’t know about you and Yunho hooking up.

“Believe me, once I’m done here, you’ll be glad you didn’t have to wait. Besides, isn’t it nice to know you have an associate who is willing to put in extremely late hours?”

You realized by that point, Wooyoung was leaning towards you. The look in his eye changed, and you felt a rush of blood go to your erogenous zones. He definitely knew that you and Yunho hooked up. You narrowed your eyes and you tried your best to not lean away from him as you asked in a quiet voice, “What did Yunho say?”

“He didn’t say anything.”

Wooyoung got closer.

“You said he was acting smug?”

“That bastard is always smug.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

You felt Wooyoung’s fingers reach for your robe belt once again. He tugged lightly as he said, “He didn’t have to say anything because the evidence was all there. Roughed up hair, wrinkled clothes, and most importantly, a mesmerized look on his face as he touched his lips.”

Wooyoung cupped your face with his hand and ran his thumb lightly over your lower lip. It was in that moment that you realized that Wooyoung had successfully untied your robe, but the robe stayed in place.

“You’d have to be a horrible attorney to not realize what had happened for him to be acting like that.”

The rising tension in between your legs only got stronger. You swallowed the pool of saliva forming in your mouth and exhaled slightly through your nose, realizing that you had to respond to Wooyoung’s speculation. You still refused to move as Wooyoung’s face was mere centimeters away from yours.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He asked breathily.

“That was totally leading…” you were barely able to rebuttal.

“Overruled.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because I know I’m right, and you do, too.”

His fingers trailed lightly across your collarbone before pushing the sleeve of the robe off your shoulder. Usually, Wooyoung loved to run his mouth whenever and wherever; however, this time, he kept quiet. You really did think he was going to say something mind-numbingly stupid when he saw your breast, but he didn’t even change the pace of his breathing. His lips brushed past your shoulder as his fingers pulled the robe down even further. You took your arm out of the sleeve and gripped Wooyoung’s shoulder tightly. You bit your tongue to keep from making a single noise as he pressed his lips into the nook of your neck, his soft hair tickling your ear.

Wooyoung quickly pulled the other sleeve off your arm, leaving the robe to cover only your waist. A moan of surprise left your lips when he cupped your breast to suck on your nipple. You leaned back and closed your eyes to experience the sensuality of his actions more, allowing him to push you back all the way and pin you on the sofa.

Your robe was useless by that point. It didn’t cover a single part of your body, and you knew that without having to look because you felt Wooyoung’s knee press in between your legs. Suddenly, he stopped. He leaned back and sat pretty far back, earning a whine of frustration from you.

“Sorry, Y/N. I just don’t want to get this outfit dirty,” Wooyoung explained as he began to strip. “This is my favorite fit.”

“As long as you finish what you started, then it’s fine,” you panted out.

“Don’t worry, I always complete my work before I leave for the day.”

Wooyoung stood up and removed the rest of his clothing before pinning you down once more. His bare knee pressing in between your legs was so much more sensual now than before. You knew for a fact that his knee was getting wet being pressed against your pussy, so him taking off his pants was probably for the best.

You had yet to feel Wooyoung’s plush lips press against yours, so you put your hands on the back of his neck and pulled him into you. His lips immediately invited yours, but his tongue had yet to introduce itself. You held onto him tightly as you pulled him even closer to you, hoping that the action alone would be enough to tell him to violate the sanctity of your mouth with his tongue. He received the message, but he had no intention of fulfilling that request just yet.

Instead, Wooyoung leaned back. “I seriously can’t wait anymore,” he mumbled as he held your legs up and together before pushing his dick in between your thighs.

You’d never experienced such friction before in your entire life. Sure, you’ve had your inner thighs be licked and stroked and tickled, but not once did someone put their dick in between your thighs. His length brushed past your clit every time he thrusted inwards or pulled outwards, and every time, you felt your clit tremble and your pussy get even more wet.

Wooyoung’s voice was usually on the higher side, so it completely amazed you when you heard his voice drop when he moaned. You watched him through narrowed eyes as you leaned your head backwards, your body unable to deal with the pleasure he was providing you. You saw that his eyes were closed, that he was gritting his teeth so hard that the veins in his neck were popping out. You looked below that to see that the veins in his hands and arms were also very prominent. You didn’t think you had a thing for veins until you saw Wooyoung’s, but now you definitely did.

While you thought about how sexy Wooyoung looked in that moment, you felt yourself nearing your climax. Apparently, Wooyoung was close too, because the second you let out a sweet moan and came, he thrusted in between your thighs one last time before cumming all over your chest. The two of you breathed heavily before separating. It took you a moment to register, but you looked at the cum on your chest and sighed deeply.

“Great. Now I’m going to have to take another shower,” you muttered to yourself.

“Let me help you.”

Apparently, Wooyoung heard you. You looked him right in the eye and said, “No, I think you should show yourself out now.”

You sat up properly and were about to dress yourself in the robe again when Wooyoung held the robe down and brought his lips to your ear. His breath tickled your ear as he said softly, “We both know that you’re going to touch yourself again when you take your shower, so why don’t I help you out? Save you some energy and water.”

You felt your face turn red hot. As much as you wanted to kick him out, you couldn’t now because he was right— you definitely were going to touch yourself in the bathroom because you were still not satisfied. You desperately wanted something hot and throbbing inside you.

Suddenly, you felt Wooyoung grab your face with one hand and pulled you towards him. Your lips met his, and he finally pushed his tongue into your mouth. You felt like he was eating you alive with the way he was kissing you. You were so enthralled with the kiss that when he moved away from you completely once again, you were filled with irritation.

“Hey—” you started, only for him to interrupt you.

“Let’s go shower, Y/N,” Wooyoung said with a flirty wink.

Despite never having been in your place before, he seemed to know exactly where the bathroom was. You followed him in there and closed the door behind you as Wooyoung turned on the tap to warm up the water. The water from the shower head pelted down and got more water droplets on the glass doors of the shower— the glass was still wet after your first shower. Wooyoung stepped in first and held his hand out for you to take it.

You didn’t realize how cramped it was in your standing shower until the two of you were in there. Your back was facing him, your front facing the shower head. His hands held your waist and brought you ever so slightly towards him, allowing you to feel his definitely erect dick press against your wet skin.

“Do you want to hand me the soap?” Wooyoung asked, his lips rubbing against your ear.

You mentally reprimanded yourself in that moment. Of course you had to use a bar soap. You were worried he was going to intentionally drop the soap so that you would have to bend over and pick it up, but you were worrying for nothing. Wooyoung did very much intend to help you clean up. He rubbed the soap in his hands until it lathered completely before placing it back from where you picked it up from. His hands ran up and down your torso, his cum pretty much completely gone by that point. You sharply inhaled when you realized that one of his hands was straying towards your breast while the other reached downwards towards your crotch.

“Wooyoung,” you breathed out as he massaged your breast. “Fuck, this feels so good.”

“Glad to hear it,” Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle.

The sensation of the hot water hitting your breasts along with Wooyoung’s consistent kneading definitely turned you on, and his fingers rubbing against your labia induced sweet moans to tumble out of your mouth. You didn’t even bother holding back your moans when his fingers pushed into you, his nails lightly scratching the inside of your pussy.

“Spread your legs for me, Y/N,” Wooyoung told you as he lifted one of your legs.

You rested the leg Wooyoung moved on the ledge, giving him more space to finger you. You held onto the bar in the shower with all of your might to the point where your knuckles were turning white. You seriously couldn’t feel your legs at that point. You were so close to sweet relief, but there was definitely something missing that prevented you from cumming.

As you tried desperately to cum, you began to rock your hips in rhythm with Wooyoung’s pace. Your hand slipped slightly, and luckily, you were able to hold onto the bar and not slip or anything, but the soap that was on the ledge did fall to the ground. You heard Wooyoung’s evil chuckle in your ear as soon as he realized what you had done.

“Y/N, you should pick up the soap…” he said knowingly.

You pursed your lips and moved as Wooyoung let go of you, allowing you to bend over. And, of course, when you picked it up, the soap slipped out of your hands. Soap was slippery, and soap really wanted you to be pleasured by the man behind you.

“Are you doing this intentionally?” Wooyoung asked as the soap slipped out of your hand yet again.

You wanted to retort, but you could only gasp as you felt his hands spread your ass cheeks wide. He positioned himself before thrusting into your cunt quickly, the soap assisting his entrance. You cried out as you felt his dick ram into you over repeatedly, and you for sure thought that you were going to slip and fall, but Wooyoung’s hold on you was so strong that you definitely were safe. He guided your waist to and fro, the sound of your hips hitting so much louder with the added effect of the water from the shower.

“Oh my God, Wooyoung!” You cried. “I’m cumming!”

Wooyoung didn’t let up. He kept thrusting despite hearing what you told him. You moaned loudly and came while his dick was still inside you, the arousal fluid dripping down your legs as he continued.

“Wooyoung, please,” you said breathlessly. “It feels too good!”

“I’m almost there, Y/N,” Wooyoung grunted out.

You felt yourself nearing another climax, and you were so close to cumming again when Wooyoung pulled out. He stroked himself a couple times and came on your back with a loud groan followed by an exhale, leaving you to finger yourself so you could cum one last time. Wooyoung noticed you struggle, so he brought you up, lifted your leg again, and ruthlessly fingered you until you came yet again, this time crying his name.

This time, Wooyoung bent down to pick up the soap since you were hopelessly failing earlier. He lathered his hands with soap and set it back on the ledge before turning you around so that you were facing him, the hot water hitting your back. He began to rub the soap into you once again, his lips meeting yours at the same time. You held onto his shoulders and kissed him back roughly as he cleaned your body for the third time that night.

The truth was that you just couldn’t get enough of his soft lips. He was an amazing kisser, and you needed to experience those kisses for as long as humanly possible. The two of you dried off and Wooyoung changed back into the clothes he wore to your place while you donned your robe once more. Before he could leave the living room, you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another hot, rough kiss, Wooyoung chuckling slightly in between the kisses.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t wait?” He asked brazenly.

You didn’t bother responding. You just wanted to continue kissing him. He held you tightly as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, your hands running through the roots of the hair on the back of his head. Wooyoung was letting breathy moans slip here and there as he held you close and continued to kiss you until your lips were red and raw.

“Okay, Y/N, I gotta go if I want to make it to work tomorrow,” Wooyoung leaned away, causing you to whimper.

“No. Didn’t you say you would complete your work before you left for the day?” You asked him, using his words from earlier.

“I did say that, yes.”

“Then come with me. We’re not done here,” you told him as you dragged him by the collar to your bedroom.

The next morning at work, you thankfully didn’t have a headache, but your hips were on fire. You couldn’t tell if it was because of one specific person or if it was all three men. All you knew was that for you to feel this sore the next day, whatever happened the day was definitely good if not great.

However, despite three men completely wrecking you, you were still stressed as hell. Truth be told, you really didn’t want to look through all the goddamn records because they were the number one source of your stress. Then, an idea struck. You called Seeun and Sumin into your office.

“Since I have both of you, I would like you both to go through all of the record and pick out the relevant pieces of information from each case that each of these people have had,” you said as you handed a piece of paper with eight names on it to the closest boy. “You have until the end of the day to finish it.”

“But, ma’am,” Seeun stepped forward. “What do we do about phone calls? Should we just ignore them?”

“Oh, shit. That’s a bad idea… You know what. I’ll go grab one or two of the paralegals to help you, but I want you all working on gathering the information. If the phone rings, then you go to answer it, Seeun.”

Seeun nodded and took another step back. You stood up and prepared yourself to head out of your office. “Go to the physical records room and start going through everything both physical and digital. I’ll send someone your way within the hour.”

The three of you left your office. You smoothed out your dress before walking towards the paralegals’ offices. Upon arriving in the area, you saw Seonghwa with a group of the paralegals talking and laughing. You checked your watch— it was lunch time, so it made sense to see them just hanging around. You stood out of their line of sight and watched as Seonghwa waved to the paralegals before leaving the vicinity and heading back to his office. You only emerged after he fully left.

“Everything good here?” You asked the five boys.

“Yeah!” One of the more cheerier paralegals, Hyunwoo, responded to you.

“What did Seonghwa talk to you about?”

“He was telling us about how he got to become senior associate,” another paralegal, Yujun, spoke up.

“Yeah, I was actually starting to lose hope being stuck in law school, but he made me want to keep going,” Junmin, the most senior of all the paralegals, added with starry eyes.

“That’s good to hear. I hired you because you’re good and I want you to stay,” you smiled at Junmin. You then realized that you could get the opinions of others to figure out who you should choose to be your partner. “Just curious since he was just here, but how do you guys feel about Seonghwa?”

“He’s the best!”

“He’s reliable and inspiring.”

“Watching him work is the coolest.”

The boys started to bombard you with more and more things that they liked about Seonghwa— they definitely did like the most senior of associates. You nodded and took in everything for about a minute before you decided that you needed to put an end to the praising.

“Thanks for the input. I appreciate it,” you told them. “The real reason I came down here: I need someone to go help Sumin and Seeun with some work. Who would like to help them?”

Hunter and Yechan, the two newest paralegals, both immediately stepped forward.

“Great,” you clapped your hands and smiled widely. “They’re in the records room. They’ll tell you what to do when you get there.”

Nodding, the two boys set off for the records room. You bid the other three paralegals farewell before walking towards Seonghwa’s office. You knocked on the door and popped your head into the room.

“Y/N? What’s up?” Seonghwa asked you as soon as the two of you locked eyes.

“Can we chat? I have some questions for you.”

“Yeah, sure. Let me just finish up this document.”

“Okay, just come to my office when you’re done.”

Seonghwa smiled and nodded before furiously clacking away on his keyboard. You returned to your office and left the door open, Seonghwa arriving just a few minutes later.

“Close the door behind you, then have a seat,” you instructed him.

The lawyer did so. He took a seat on the couch, and you instantly remembered you and Yunho being intimate on that couch. You did clean up after and instructed the night staff to thoroughly clean the couches, which they definitely did. Yet, you still felt a little weird about Seonghwa sitting on that couch. You felt your face heat up slightly, causing you to look away quickly to regain your composure.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Seonghwa, eager to get down to business, asked you after you were silent for a solid several seconds.

“Oh, I was talking to the paralegals just now since I needed one of them to help my secretaries out—”

“Secretaries? Since when did you have more than one?” He interrupted.

“When that dumbass left, Sumin was left boss-less. I didn’t want him to lose his job because of the actions of his previous boss, so I told him that he’d work under me for now until we figure out this whole managing partner thing,” you explained.

“Oh… Got it. So you were talking to the paralegals?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know you had such a good relationship with them. They had nothing but nice things to say about you. You’re a good leader,” you rapid fire praised the senior associate.

Seonghwa looked bashful as he started, “Thanks— ”

“However, what I want to know is,” you interrupted him. “Are you a good listener?”

“I’d like to think that I am.”

“Then let’s confirm it right now. Go lock the door.”

Trying hard to prove that he was a good listener, Seonghwa immediately jumped to his feet to do so. You then gestured with your hand for him to step closer to your desk, which he did. “Take off your jacket,” was your next instruction.

He placed his jacket on one of the chairs closest to him and stood in front of you again. “Now your tie.”

He took his tie off and put it on top of his jacket.

“Unbutton your shirt.”

“Why are you having me do all this, Y/N?” Seonghwa asked while listening to you and unbuttoning.

You ignored his question. “Remove your belt.”

A suggestive look appeared on Seonghwa’s face. He removed his belt and rather than put it on the chair, he let it fall to the ground. The sly smile on his face irritated you slightly. You decided that you were going to toy with him in a different way now. “Unzip your pants. Only unzip them.”

As he did so, you quickly slipped your panties off. You stood up carefully and opened your desk drawer to take out a condom— condoms that you had stashed in your desk earlier that morning in case another attorney of yours needed to discuss their qualifications with you. You walked around your desk and sat on top of it, your legs immediately crossing. You held the condom packet in the air, Seonghwa’s eyes locking on it. He immediately walked over to you and reached for it, his hand on your thigh. You held it away from him.

“Ah, don’t get ahead of yourself. You still have to listen to me,” you whispered in his ear.

He looked at you with desperate eyes. His hand on your thigh was trembling. He was definitely doing his best to wait for further instruction. The second he ran his ridiculously rude tongue over his lower lip before biting it, you felt yourself get even more wet. You stuck the condom in the strap of your bra and brushed his hands off of your thighs. You reached for his waist and pulled him closer to you.

“You aren’t allowed to touch me yet. Got it?”

Seonghwa nodded slowly. You put your hand down to uncover the ready to burst bulge in his underwear. You’d seen his penis before— heck, you’ve had sex with Seonghwa multiple times in the past. He’d been your fuck buddy for the longest time, but when the firm became more well known and you both got extremely busy with cases pouring in left and right, you stopped. To be honest, you kind of missed his dick, so holding it in your hand after such a long time was exhilarating, almost as if you’ve never held it before. You licked your hand and spit on his cock before starting to pump.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Seonghwa hissed.

Seonghwa was gripping the edge of your desk as you continued to pleasure him. His face was flushed red. His face only got redder when you brought him in a little closer so you could leave kisses on his collarbone. Seonghwa rotated between moaning and swearing. You trailed your tongue upwards towards his neck and felt his hot breath on the nook of your neck. He nearly leaned on you for support, but he remembered what you asked of him, and he refrained to the best of his ability.

Your hand went from his neck to his waist, and your lips trailed kisses down to his chest until you got to his nipple. You heard him sharply inhale then moan as you sucked lightly on his nipple. You felt his penis twitch in your grasp, and before he could cum, you let go of him and pushed him away slightly. His face was flushed, and he looked confused and frustrated. He opened his mouth to say something, but you held your finger to your lips, telling him to remain quiet.

“Kneel,” you said sternly while pointing at the ground.

Clearly annoyed by that point, Seonghwa still listened to you, his lips pulled into a pout. He kneeled right in front of you, his face by your knees. “Good boy,” you commended him.

You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip as you reached for his face and squeezed his cheeks with your hand as you made him look up at you. You wanted to see the look on his face when you spread your legs, revealing your soaking wet pussy. His eyes widened and he slightly parted his lips, a sense of eagerness emanating from him.

“Eat me out.”

Seonghwa nodded instantly. He nearly grabbed your thighs, but then he remembered he still wasn’t allowed to touch you. He looked up at you with begging eyes.

“Yes?”

“May I at least grab your thighs?” Seonghwa asked, his voice low and soft.

“Only my thighs,” you allowed.

Nodding, Seonghwa held your thighs and spread your legs even more, his tongue hanging out of his mouth thirstily. His thumbs rubbed against the inside of your thigh, and he brought his lips to your clit. He sucked hard, immediately making your knees tremble. You wanted so badly to close your thighs and keep him from going any further because the one action alone felt so good, but his hold on your thighs was incredibly strong, and he kept pushing your thighs outwards more— as far as you could split.

When Seonghwa’s tongue rolled over your clit, you flung your head back. You grabbed onto the roots of his hair and pulled his hair every time he did something you liked, which was every single goddamn action he took. His tongue then moved downwards slightly and prodded inside you. He flicked his tongue quickly while simultaneously slurping your pussy up. What you didn’t notice, though, is Seonghwa let go of one of your thighs to continue to stroke himself; he still hadn’t cum and he desperately wanted to.

As he continued to flick his tongue at what felt like the speed of light, he started humming and moaning against your pussy, the slight vibration from his lips nearly driving you insane. You pushed his head further into you and cried loudly as you hit your climax. Seonghwa moved away from your clit before you came, all of your liquid ending up on your desk. The hand that was on your thigh squeezed tightly as he, too, came. You were panting heavily when Seonghwa was done with you, and you could barely keep yourself upright.

“Okay,” you barely managed to get out. “That’s all. You can put your clothes back on.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Seonghwa asked, unsure if you really just said what you said.

“You can leave.”

“Sorry, Y/N, but I’m going to have to touch you now.”

Before you could get off your desk, Seonghwa grabbed your arms and pinned your down on your desk. You tried to get out of his grasp, but when you felt his once again erect friend, you felt a rush of blood go through your body and turn you on all over again. “You got me this far, so there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now,” he leaned down and whispered in your ear aggressively.

He pressed his chest against yours and ran his lips along your collarbone. He held the sleeve of your dress in his mouth and pulled the sleeve down, revealing your bra strap and the condom you stuck in the bra strap. He grabbed the condom with his teeth and moved away from you. He tore the packet open with his teeth— every single time he did something with his teeth, it drove you insane— and rolled the condom on.

“Wait, Seonghwa,” you told him as you sat up slightly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seonghwa pinned you down again.

“My dress,” you whined. “I don’t want to get it ruined…”

“I think you pretty much already did after cumming like that earlier, but alright. I’ll take it off for you.”

Seonghwa pressed his chest against yours once again, his arms wrapping around your body. He unzipped the dress slowly, tracing a line down your spine as he did so. Your back arched and you let out a sweet moan in his ear.

“Seonghwa! Hurry!” You grabbed onto his shirt and tugged lightly as he took his sweet time taking your dress off.

“And you wanted me to leave,” he scoffed.

“I’m sorry, just hurry now please…”

Still listening to you, Seonghwa took your dress off quickly, your bra following seconds later. He ran his hands down your rib cage and held your waist tightly. You watched him run his tongue over his lower lip before biting it and placing himself at your entrance.

You completely forgot about Seonghwa’s length and girth until he pushed his way into you. You felt like your pussy was going to get ripped in half, especially because he, rather than pushed, shoved himself into you. Rhythmic slaps echoed in your office as he fucked your brains out. You felt even more pleasure run through your nerves when he lifted your legs so that your calves rested on his shoulders, tightening your pussy around his dick.

“Fuck, this made you so much tighter, Y/N. You feel so amazing,” Seonghwa moaned out.

You couldn’t even vocalize how much you enjoyed Seonghwa inside you. You could feel him throb more and more, and you were so close to cumming. Seonghwa could tell that you were close.

“Not yet, babygirl. Wait for me.”

Seonghwa lowered himself down and stuck his tongue down your throat, his hand moving to cup and massage your breast. You whimpered as you did your best to keep it together and wait to cum, but he was stimulating you so much that you couldn’t help but wonder if he was intentionally trying to make you miserable. He released yours lips to say, “Good girl,” with an irritating smirk on your face.

You were moving on your desk so much that you felt like your ass was on fire. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Hwa, I want to cum,” you cried. “I’m cumming!”

Quickly Seonghwa pulled out. He drove two of his pretty fingers into you and fingered you hard and fast. Your moans wavered as you hit your max and came on Seonghwa’s hand. He didn’t give you a second to breathe, though. As soon as you finished, he re-entered you and returned to the pace he was at before he pulled out. With one final slam, you felt him spasm inside you. He flung his head back and closed his eyes as he groaned in melodious relief.

He stayed inside you for a minute to calm himself down, allowing you to catch your breath. He took off the condom and threw it away before wearing his underwear and pants properly. You pushed yourself off the desk, but you didn’t realize how numb and wobbly your legs were until they hit the ground. You fell right onto Seonghwa, your face pressing against his firm chest.

“That wasn’t enough for you?” Seonghwa asked with a slight laugh.

“Shut up, that was more than enough,” you huffed out. “But… Can you help me walk to the couch?”

Seonghwa nodded and pretty much carried you to the couch. He sat you down on the couch and sat down next to you. You let out a sigh and looked down to realize that you were completely naked, and your dress was completely ruined. Seonghwa noticed your consternation and took off his button up to give to you, which you graciously accepted and put on. You buttoned two of the buttons and smoothed out the shirt to see Seonghwa looking at you with a small smile.

“It really has been a while, huh?” Seonghwa murmured.

“Yeah… You haven’t called me babygirl in such a long time. I nearly came when you said that,” you admitted to him.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa said once again, his hand petting your hair lightly.

With another sigh, you leaned into his chest. Your head was clear, and you felt fulfilled. Seonghwa put his arm around your shoulders and hugged you closer to his chest. He exhaled, the warm air going past your ear, nearly turning you on again. You shifted a little in his embrace and put your arm over his torso, hugging him slightly. You looked up at him and asked quietly, “Are you sure you don’t regret passing up the senior partner position?”

“Hmm,” Seonghwa thought out loud, his hand rubbing your arm. “I regret it sometimes, but I’m happy being junior partner.”

“Do you want to be managing partner, though?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Why?”

Seonghwa looked down at your face and kissed your forehead. He pulled your legs over his and held you even closer as he responded, “Because then I’d get to work with you more intimately… Like this.”

Seonghwa ran his tongue over his lower lip, turning you on all over again. You put your hands on the back of his neck and brought him in for a kiss, the two of you silently confirming that you could go another round or two.

Thanks to your dress being completely ruined, you had to get Seeun to go buy a new outfit for you. He didn’t ask why, luckily, but it took him a while to get you clothes to wear because he was busy working on the other task you gave him. Seonghwa stayed in your office with you because you were still wearing his shirt, after all, and he didn’t want to leave you completely naked. While you waited for Seeun, you and Seonghwa fucked another several times, and when Seeun returned, you two immediately got dressed. Seonghwa left your office, and shortly after, you did too, only to see that the sun had completely set (you don’t have any windows in your office, so you can never tell the time except for on your phone).

You sincerely hoped that no one noticed that you and Seonghwa were pretty much MIA the whole day, but you all are lawyers. You would have to be completely blind or oblivious to not notice that two people are missing despite being in the workplace.

You were and Seeun were the last two people to leave the office that day.

“Ma’am,” Seeun started slowly as you both walked towards the elevators. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought I heard you crying in your office earlier…”

You were crying earlier, but the way Seeun was speaking to you made it seem like he thought you were upset over something. You were crying for Seonghwa to give it to you, which was definitely not something to be sad about.

“Oh, I saw a huge bug scurrying around my office and every time I tried to kill it, it would scurry away again,” you lied straight through your teeth; you didn’t need precious, young Seeun to know what you were truly up to.

Seeun nodded and accepted your lie. He didn’t press further. “Yeah, bugs are the worst, especially if you see them one second but then they disappear the next.”

“Exactly! You get it.”

It was still early enough in the evening for Seeun to catch the public transportation home, so you waved goodbye to him before heading to the parking garage. You drove yourself to work that day, which meant you had to drive yourself home— not that it was a problem because you liked to drive.

By the time you got home, you were exhausted and ready to crash, but first, you had to shower. No matter how much you and Seonghwa cleaned up, you knew that there were going to be traces of him somewhere on your body. You took a quick shower and did your moisturizing routine when your phone started ringing. You shuffled out of the bathroom and to the living room where your phone sat on the coffee table. The call was from San. It was unnatural for him to call so late, which meant that there was most likely a problem with his cases.

“San? Everything okay?”

“Well… Yes and no. I’ve been struggling all day with this settlement offer, and I couldn’t talk to you about it earlier, so I tried to figure it out on my own, but I’m still stumped,” San explained quickly.

“What case is it for?”

“The medical malpractice one.”

“Oof, yeah that is a tough one… Why don’t you come over and we can figure it out tonight? It’d be better to discuss this in person.”

“Ah… Okay. I’ll be there soon, then. Just send me your address.”

“Will do. Bye.”

You hung up and immediately texted San your address— apparently he lived in the building a block down from yours, so that gave you five minutes to finish your night routine and get dressed. You realized that you had yet to do laundry, which meant out of all the pajamas you had, you only had two tank-top-and-shorts pajama sets left. You thought about digging into your dirty laundry because there was no way in hell you were going to wear your office clothes so late at night, but the thought of wearing dirty laundry made you feel icky— what was the point of taking a shower if you were just going to wear unclean clothes? You had to settle for the pajama set: you ended up choosing the lavender satin shorts with a matching satin tank top number.

Exactly five minutes after San called, the doorbell rang. You opened your front door and let San into your place. You instructed him where to sit while you went to the kitchen and got water for the two of you.

“Alright, what’re we working with?” You asked him as you sat down next to him.

San opened his laptop and pulled up the documents. You leaned over his shoulder to see the screen and read up on the new details of the case. After leaning on him for a solid five minutes and absorbing all of the information, you sat back and crossed your legs, a skeptical look overcoming your face.

“What? What is it?” San asked with concern upon seeing your judgmental face.

“When did you get all the new information?”

“Earlier today.”

“Okay, that makes me feel a little better,” you said with a smile. “You must’ve had a long day at work then.”

“Yeah… Wait, how’d you know?”

“You missed this,” you pointed to something on his computer screen. “The hospital is trying to pin the blame on the doctor when the doctor wasn’t even working the day of the medical malpractice. This should actually be a wrongful termination suit.”

San rubbed his eyes and stared at his screen. His eyes darted back and forth momentarily before he exclaimed, “Oh my God, how did I not see that?!”

“It’s a super small detail, don’t worry about it. I was just concerned that you had this information for weeks. But, hey! You don’t have to worry about the settlement! Take it to court, win the case, and then flip the lawsuit.”

“Oh wow, thank you so much Y/N!” San cheered as he hugged you.

Within seconds, San realized what he was doing and immediately let go of you. He fully turned away from you, his ears completely red. “I’m so sorry, I just… I’m so relieved that this is a winnable case.”

“Don’t worry, I understand. This does call for a celebration, though.”

“It does?”

“Yes, it does,” you nodded and stood up. You disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. “You need a pick-me-up after being stressed about this all day.”

You held the glasses to San. He took them carefully from you and held them on his knee while you sat down next to him and opened the whiskey bottle. You poured the alcohol into the glasses one-third of the way before setting the bottle of whiskey aside. San handed you one glass, and the two of you tapped glasses before taking a sip.

“I honestly didn’t have you pegged as a whiskey person, Y/N,” San said.

“I’m not, but my brother is,” you told him. “I have to have a bottle of whiskey on hand for him always, and I just ran out of wine, otherwise I would have offered wine.”

“Whiskey is perfectly fine with me.”

The two of you finished your drinks within ten minutes, and you immediately noticed San’s face reddening. The tips of his ears were blazing. He set the glass on the coffee table and leaned in towards you as you set your glass down too.

“Where did you disappear to earlier today, Y/N?” San asked you point blank.

“In my office,” you told him, which was the truth.

“Really? Because I knocked on your door around two, and you didn’t respond…”

Your eyes went wide. You avoided eye contact with San as you realized that the other attorneys in your firm were probably trying to get in contact with you, but you were so busy with Seonghwa that you didn’t hear a damn thing. “I… Uh…” you stuttered out, unsure on how to respond to San.

“Maybe you were in the bathroom or something,” San offered an excuse for you, which kind of surprised you.

“Maybe… Probably…” You ran with it.

“At least I got this figured out before tomorrow,” San continued softly. “That’s one less thing to worry about.”

“What else have you been worrying about, San?”

San looked you in the eye, the red across his cheekbones and nose started to lighten up a little. “Making partner.”

“Oh?”

“I do want to be partner… It’d be a huge step in the right direction for me, plus I love working for your firm, so I want to climb the ladder here,” San admitted. “And I’ve been trying out to figure out ways to show you I have what it takes, but this medical malpractice case just proved that I have some improving to do.”

“No, San,” you put a reassuring hand on his. “I make the same mistakes sometimes too. Having another person to consult definitely helps sometimes. Don’t sell yourself short. Why else would you have been in that meeting?”

“I don’t know… I feel like I still need to prove myself though. I mean, I am loyal and dedicated, which is what you want, but I’m sure there’s more to that.”

San sighed deeply and bowed his head, and you just couldn’t help but notice how cute he was in that moment. He always carried himself at work with pure confidence, but seeing him a little tipsy and uncertain on your couch wearing sweats and not his usual work attire reminded you again of how he was definitely human. You couldn’t help but reach out and pet his hair, hoping that it would silently reassure him that he’s doing a good job.

When San looked up to look at you, you felt your heart skip a beat. His eyes were soft but still sharp, and the flush on his face was no longer from the alcohol but from something else. He placed his large hand on top of yours and stared into your eyes. You held your breath as he got closer and closer to you, but he stopped his face mere centimeters away from yours.

“San...?”

“If I do this… Then will you not consider me for partner?” San asked quietly.

“Do what?”

San’s hand, which was on yours, held your hand firmly. He pulled you towards him, your face nearly crashing into his soft chest. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back, tingles shooting through your body. He brought his lips close to yours, but he was still centimeters away.

“If I do this, then will you not consider me for partner?” San asked again.

“I, um,” you cleared your throat and did your best to maintain eye contact with him. “If you do this, then it won’t negatively impact your chance of becoming partner…”

“So what Yunho and Wooyoung were saying is true?”

San gained a little more confidence. He pulled you even closer to him, your knee brushing against his thigh. Your heart lurched when you noticed the bulge in his dark sweatpants, your mouth immediately salivating.

“What’re they saying?” You asked him breathlessly.

“I can’t say…”

San ran his tongue over his lower lip lightly. His hand moved slightly down so that it was no longer resting on the small of your back but now your tailbone. He couldn’t say, but he could definitely do from the looks of it. You cupped his face and trailed your finger along his jawline as you whispered, “Well, I’m sure your assumption is probably correct. So go ahead. Impress me.”

Slowly, San’s lips met yours, and he kissed you gently at first, unsure of the pace he should take things at. But, you liked this slower pace of his. It was a lot more sensual. You were painfully aware of where his hands were going. He let go of your hand and ran both his hands down so that they were holding your buttocks. Your hands rested on the back of your neck as you rolled your body into his, your kisses slowly starting to get more intense. You moaned when his hands clenched your butt and pulled upwards, pushing you further into him. Your teeth nibbled on his lower lip when his fingers crept under your shorts.

“You like that?” San pulled away lightly and gazed at your face.

“Mmm, yeah,” you said breathlessly in a higher tone.

San hummed in acknowledgement. He brushed his nose against your jawline as he lowered his head to kiss your neck. His hand let go of your ass to slide the razor thin strap of your tank top off your shoulder. You couldn’t help but lean your head towards him as his soft lips continued to leave feather light kisses along your shoulders. You heard him whine softly when his hands cupped your boobs from underneath and squeezed lightly.

“Ah, San! Oh God,” You cried when his hands started kneading your breasts with intensity.

Your face got hotter when he looked up at you with lust filled sharp eyes. His hands held your waist and pulled you in even closer so that your breasts were pressed against his chest. He stood up, making you stand up as well. What you didn’t realize was how weak in the knees San made you until you struggled slightly to keep yourself upright. San let out a light chuckle before hugging your waist and picking you up, his lips pressing against yours again. He walked you to your room and sat you down on your bed, disappointment hitting you when he stopped kissing you. He pulled his shirt off from grabbing his collar from behind, revealing his wide shoulders and rippling muscles. You stared in wonderment at the proportions of his body before you noticed his crotch getting progressively tighter.

“Do you want to know what the guys have been saying?” San asked as he trapped your waist by planting his hands on either side of you.

You could only nod. Your words were stuck in your throat and only got more stuck the closer the man before you got.

“Yunho said your dedication to detail is impeccable, that the colors of your clothes always matches,” San said, his hand going over your clothes and running from your breast to your thigh. His other hand squeezed your thigh.

Your face got hotter. You were a little embarrassed knowing that they were definitely talking to each other about how you were in the sack.

“He also said that you’re the biggest tease. Wooyoung said the same thing. I wanted to see if their story tracked and if the evidence showed that.”

“And?” You asked, although you pretty much already knew the answer.

“They were right. Y/N, how can you wear something so provocative and expect me to keep calm?” San whispered, his lips near your ear. “I’ve been struggling ever since you opened the door.”

“This was the only thing I had left,” you responded weakly.

“I’m sure it was,” he replied sarcastically.

“Well, I also have this set in green, but that’s it I swear.”

“Don’t perjure yourself, Y/N,” San lectured.

San stood with his legs far apart as he leaned into you— he was still standing while you were laying on your bed, your legs dangling off the edge. His lips met your nipple, which was still covered by your tank top, and sucked lightly. His hands pulled your shorts and panties down, leaving you to kick the clothes off. He rubbed his fingers lightly against your clit, causing you to you curl your toes. You wanted to tell him off— he was being more of a tease than you. Fuck his slower pace. You needed him to fuck you senseless at that point. Your body lurched when you felt his teeth sink lightly into your nipple, his hand pinching your other nipple.

“San,” you said with the sternest voice you could muster as you pushed yourself up slightly to rest on your elbows.

“Yes?” San responded without looking up.

“Condoms are in the top drawer of my dresser.”

San’s lips left your nipples. He smirked at your impatience. You immediately wanted to wipe that arrogant look off his face, but one thing at a time. First, you needed his dick inside you.

“Thanks for offering,” he started as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. “But, I’m going to have to use my own.”

“Why— Oh…”

Your eyes went wide as San pulled the waistbands of his sweats and underwear down, revealing his colossal, for lack of better comparison, eggplant. Hell, you’d seen missiles smaller than the weapon he had. As he rolled his condom on, you couldn’t help but compare: Yunho’s big cock was long and straight. San’s big cock, on the other hand, was his was curved and incredibly thick— so thick that you didn’t even know if he was going to fit inside you. But, he was right; the condoms you had in your drawer were definitely not going to work for him.

San stood closer to you and rubbed the length of his penis against your clit. His hands stroked your thighs before gripping them and placing the tip of his dick at your entrance.

“If you need me to stop, let me know,” San murmured as if he had repeated those words millions of times in the past.

You nodded and laid back, your elbows no longer propping you up. You thought earlier that day that Seonghwa was going to rip your pussy, but it was actually San that did. He moved into you slowly, his girth opening you up. You let out a loud moan and flung your head back as he continued to drive his dick inside you all the way. His hands moved from your thighs to your waist, allowing you to grab his wrists and dig your nails into his skin.

“Should I stop?” San asked with a low grunt.

“No,” you gasped. “Keep going.”

Nodding, San did just that. Tears filled your eyes the more your pussy took of him. He finally fit himself inside you all the way before letting out a sigh of relief. You still held onto his arms firmly, but your nails were no longer leaving crescents on him.

“Are you okay?” San asked you, his large hand caressing your face.

“Uh huh,” you whimpered.

“I’m going to start moving,” he warned you.

You gave him a singular nod. San placed his hands on your hips again and pulled his dick out a little faster than before when he was pushing himself inside you. Then, he thrust suddenly into you. You let out a yelp when you felt his hips slam into yours. You felt like he was completely filling you up with the way his cock was. You pushed the back of your head further into your bed the more San thrust into you. He kept a standard pace, but he was still slamming strongly into you, making your body move upwards and the springs of your bed squeak.

Small, erotic cries escaped you with every thrust. You both were breathing heavily in unison, San’s breaths later turning into grunts as he clenched his jaw to keep ramming his cock into you at a faster pace. He already had an impressive jawline, but clenched was a whole new game. You lifted your hand to reach for his face, which he happily placed in your hand. You guided his face to yours and reconnected your lips, his kisses immediately making the pain from his thrusts turn into pure pleasure. As he bent down to kiss you, though, his cock started hitting you at a slightly different angle, hitting your G-spot over and over again without remorse. You broke off your intense kiss with San to cry, “I’m cumming!”

San didn’t give you the time to say or do anything right after. He kissed you again, his tongue intertwining with yours. Fluid shot out from you and coated San’s cock, but he refused to let up. When he released your lips to stand up straight and fuck you with all of his might, you felt another orgasm coming your way. Seeing San’s eyes closed tightly as he finished with a final thrust did it for you. The two of you came together, and you continued to cum after he pulled out. You covered your face in embarrassment, but San didn’t seem to think anything. In fact, he was beyond happy because he was able to make you feel that damn good.

“Heh, Yunho was right,” San giggled to himself as he removed his condom.

Barely sitting up, you observed San’s expression, then a realization hit you. He took a page out of Yunho’s fucking playbook.

“You knew about the wrongful termination suit, didn’t you?” You asked him as you grabbed his waist and pulled him back towards you.

“Of course I did. Only an idiot or a really shitty lawyer would miss that detail,” San said matter-of-factly. “I’m a senior associate for a reason, Y/N.”

“I swear to fucking God, you all are so goddamn annoying,” you complained while pinching his ear.

“All lawyers are annoying. You should know that by now,” San laughed despite your hold on his ear hurting him like crazy.

You let go of his ear and were about to reprimand him, but he grabbed his clothes, wore them quickly, and waved goodbye while singing, “Good night! Don’t let the vultures bite!”

When you woke up the next morning, you seriously regretted your entire existence. Five. Five out of eight. Five out of eight men you were considering for partner. You fucked five different men in the span of two days. You wanted a hole to swallow you into the Earth. Heck, committing tax fraud sounded a lot better than knowing that you fucked five lawyers from your firm. God Fucking Dammit.

You really did not want to go into work that morning. You seriously did not want to. You considered calling in sick, but you realized that if you did, then you’d lose a day of going over their records. But, you also couldn’t think about walking into the workplace knowing that five men could gossip about how you were in the sack. Frustrated, you held your pillow to your face and screamed into it for a good minute. After you screamed, you tossed the pillow aside and checked the time. Fuck it. You got your ass out of bed and went to work.

Before anyone could stop you or greet you, you rushed to your office and locked yourself in there. Seeun called your desk phone, and you immediately answered with, “Nope. I don’t want to talk today. Not to anyone. Do not let anyone in, and don’t call again.”

“Ma’am, is everything okay…?” You heard the concern in Seeun’s voice and felt your heart tighten; you couldn’t believe that you just talked to your sweet, innocent secretary like that.

“Yes… Sorry, Seeun, I just… Ugh.”

“I understand, ma’am. I’ll just email the records that we sorted out yesterday to you.”

“Oh my God, I totally forgot about that. Thank you so, so much! Remind me tomorrow to buy you, Sumin, Hunter, and Yechan lunch.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Seeun’s voice got considerably more cheerful. “Sending the email now.”

“Thanks. Bye.”

Due to your amazing secretaries and paralegals, you were able to keep your mind off of the five mistakes you made in the past two days; however, that lasted two seconds when you started reading through Choi San’s records. You slowly felt yourself getting wetter the more you read his file, and it infuriated you greatly.

“God dammit!” You yelled as you leapt out of your seat.

Overcome with the urge to break something, you turned to see your former partner’s diploma sitting in the corner. You immediately grabbed it and smashed it into the ground, glass shattering everywhere. You stomped on the frame repeatedly with your heels, getting your aggression out while imagining you were beating your former partner’s ass. If only they didn’t fucking commit tax fraud! Then you wouldn’t have been in this position, and you certainly would not have fucked any of your employees (other than Seonghwa, but let’s leave the past was the past).

Your desk phone rang. You whipped your head around to see the phone and grumbled to yourself as you picked up.

“Seeun, what did I tell you? I don’t want—”

“Y/N, it’s me. Jongho,” the attorney on the other line interrupted you.

“Oh… Jongho. What can I do for you?”

“Meet me in my office. I need help with this client.”

Before you could even respond, Jongho cut the line. You stared at the receiver in shock. Jongho was your employee, yet the way he was speaking to you was as if he was your boss— acting like he already made managing partner. You were slightly annoyed, but in the same breath, hearing him order you to meet him in his office like that was so sexy.

Realizing that your head was once again swimming in your goddamn horny hormones, you stomped on the frame several more times. After managing to cool off, you realized that you were stamping tiny glass shards into the carpeting.

“Fuck,” you hissed before picking up the receiver and calling your secretary. “Hey, Seeun? Can you get someone to clean up the glass in my office…? Just clean up the glass and the frame, but leave the degree. I’m not done with that yet.”

After getting a confirmation from Seeun, you hung up and made your way to Jongho’s office. You knocked on the door to Jongho’s office before entering, and what a sight you got to behold. Jongho was leafing through several documents he had in his hands, his legs up and cross on the edge of his desk. You got a beautiful view of the way his pants hugged his thighs just right to show off how muscular they were, and he didn’t have his suit jacket on for once, so you got to see exactly how wide and sturdy his shoulders were. You wanted to stare and appreciate his beauty for longer, but there were several reasons as to why you couldn’t: one, you both had to get to work; two, you needed to stop fucking your employees; three, you needed to get your shit together and act like a normal human being instead of some sex-crazed-horndog.

“Alright, let’s go,” Jongho announced as he stood up.

“Where are we going?” You had no idea what was going on.

Jongho handed the documents he was looking at moments before to you. You looked at them while he put on his suit jacket.

“Subpoenas?” You were shocked at how many there were.

“Yeah, I got the okay from the judge. I want to hand deliver them to see the looks on the smug bastards’ faces,” Jongho said passionately, him saying the word “bastard” nearly turning you on to the max.

As he walked towards you to take the documents back, he noted your outfit and said, “Oh good, you’re wearing pants. I’m telling you these assholes are disgusting. We don’t need them staring at your legs… Or your cleavage.”

You covered your face with your hand, a shocked expression plastered to your face along with a pink blush. Jongho, taking the documents from you, made his way out of his office. You, still shocked by what he said, had to take a second to calm down before following him out of the building.

What Jongho said was right. The men you were serving the subpoenas to were, indeed, disgusting pigs. You went to three different offices, and all three men objectified you in one way, shape, or form. One of the men even stared at your ass the entire time Jongho was telling him about the subpoena. Jongho didn’t even have to jump to your defense— you berated each man, told them to eat shit, and insulted them ruthlessly, going after their clearly fake hairpieces or their beer belly babies which were well past overdue. After years of managing your own firm, you learned how to completely destroy men like the three you were forced to meet with.

You stomped back into your office building angrily huffing and puffing, and Jongho had to calm you down before you blew the three pigs’ houses down, but he himself was struggling to keep it together because he was laughing way too hard.

“Why the hell did you make me come with you?!” You yelled at Jongho. “That was horrible!”

“But did you see the looks on their faces?” Jongho asked in between laughs. “Ugh, that was priceless. You always know how to tear those kinds of men down. Who else better to stick it to them than the managing partner of the firm that’s suing them? God, it was like watching Monet paint.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” you said without a shred of happiness in your voice. “I could use a drink… Or ten…”

“If you’re okay with ditching work, we can just head out for happy hour,” Jongho offered.

“I like the way you think, Choi. Alright, lemme check in with Seeun, then we can go.”

“Okay, but I’m driving.”

“You were going to have to, anyway. I didn’t bring my car today,” you told him as you walked away.

You went to your office to see that the glass had been cleaned up just like you requested, and the dumbass’ diploma was sitting neatly on your desk. You glared at the diploma briefly before heading out of your office, dismissing Seeun for the day, and walking with Jongho to the parking garage.

The two of you went to a bar that was conveniently near your place, also known as your regular spot. The two of you sat at the bar top. You introduced your bartender friend to Jongho, then got your drinks.

Despite having the roughest day, you refused to drink a lot. You needed to stay sharp, aware, alert. While you didn’t think Jongho would try to advocate for making managing partner in the same fashion as the five previous men, you wanted to remain careful because even if he didn’t do anything, you knew for a fact that you would try something if you got too drunk.

Yet, your eyes couldn’t help but stray back to his thighs. To be honest, you could not stop thinking about his thighs from the moment you saw them earlier that day. You did your best to avert your eyes and focus on your drink, but your eyes would sneak peeks as his thighs every now and again. And you prayed that Jongho was inebriated enough to not notice your not so sneaky glances. What you didn’t know, though, was that Jongho was a heavy weight. He saw every single thing you were doing.

Luckily, he was engrossed in a conversation with the bartender, giving you time to get your head out of the gutter, but the more you tried, the more you objectified the senior partner. You felt your blood rush through your body to your crotch when he crossed his legs, accentuating his luscious thighs. When the bartender said something funny and Jongho laughed, your heart fluttered— even his laugh was so fucking sexy. You panties were getting wetter at an exponential rate. You sat up a little more on the bar stool and pressed your legs together tightly, hoping that you could stop your lust continuing to manifest in your cunt.

You held your glass to your lips and wondered if your drink was spiked, but there was no possible way that is was for multiple reasons: the bartender was your friend, so why would they spike your drink? Also, your drink was whiskey neat. If it was spiked, you definitely would have notice the color being off. You had to admit defeat. Having sex multiple times in the span of two days did a number on you and made you an insatiable beast. With a heavy sigh, you finished your drink and stood up.

“You ready to leave?” Jongho asked you.

“Yeah, but you can stay if you’d like! My place is a five minute walk from here, so I can get home.”

“No, let me drop you off. It’s late, and I think you’re a little too tipsy to walk home.”

“You don’t serious think I’m a lightweight, do you?” You were slightly offended.

“Not at all, but it would make me feel better knowing that you got home safe,” Jongho explained.

You couldn’t stress to him enough about how it was fine, that you could just get home by yourself and text him when you got home, but Jongho was a stubborn man. Accepting defeat, you told him that if he was going to drive you home then you would pay for the drinks, and he accepted your terms and conditions.

When you sat in his car, you were hyperaware of how horny you were, and you hoped that you would be able to return home without him realizing. You quietly instructed Jongho on how to get to your place, and upon arriving, Jongho parked by the curb, but he didn’t unlock the doors just yet.

“Jongho, we’re here,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“I know,” he responded.

When he turned his head to meet your eyes, it was like déjà vu. Every cell in your body was yelling at you, telling you to fuck this man. You swallowed nervously as Jongho leaned over you. You for sure thought he was going to kiss you, but instead, he unbuckled your seatbelt. Your face was hot when he leaned back. He was teasing you, but he didn’t look playful in the slightest. He was testing the waters— testing you.

“Y/N,” Jongho called your name in a register that you were barely able to detect over the sound of your pounding heart.

“Yes?” You whispered, Jongho leaning closer towards you.

“You okay?”

You didn’t know what Jongho was asking about— was it your current mental state, your feelings about the events prior to that evening, or his hand on your knee? Although you were wearing pants, you felt his hot touch seep through the fabric, but you needed that touch on your bare skin more than anything.

“Uh… Hmm…” You were desperately trying not to moan, so anything that attempted to be a word that came out of your mouth was just breathy nonsense.

Jongho’s fingers brushed against your temple, startling you slightly; but, when he brushed your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, you wanted his fingers to brush elsewhere, like along your jaw, across your collarbone, down your waist, towards your thighs. His fingers did brush along your jaw, but then his finger ran across your lips, his pointer finger resting on your lower lip.

“May I?” Jongho’s lips were near your ear, so you heard his melodious voice ring loud and clear in your ear.

You nodded. Jongho left his finger on your lips and kissed you lightly, which was a little disappointing. You, however, nearly lost all self control when his finger pulled your lower lip down. He sharply inhaled as he kissed you for real this time, his lips engulfing yours with a raw, animal instinct. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned even further towards you, allowing the intensity of his kisses to rise aggressively. You placed one knee on the passenger’s seat and pushed yourself towards him.

At some point, the angle at which you were leaning at was getting extremely uncomfortable, and Jongho was so animalistic that you also couldn’t breathe. You pushed him away and panted, Jongho giving you a second to recover.

“Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” You asked him despite knowing his answer.

Before you knew it, you and Jongho were stumbling into your apartment and barely keeping your hands off each other. You held onto Jongho’s shoulders while he held your waist and steered the two of you in the direction of your living room, your lips still completely locked with his.

The two of you sat down on your couch and continued kissing like there was no tomorrow. You leaned into him so that you were on top of him, his head resting on the arm of the couch. You felt him grind his pelvis against yours, suddenly reminding you that you should grab condoms before you went any further.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said breathlessly before his fingers could roam anywhere else. “Let me grab protection.”

You (shakily) pushed yourself up and went to your bedroom. You didn’t dare look at your reflection in the mirror above your dresser— you knew your face was definitely a deep shade of red, and your lips were definitely raw. You grabbed the condoms and made your way back to the living room with the condoms tucked into your bra strap. You walked back to see that Jongho ended up moving to the arm chair that was right next to the couch, his legs crossed yet again. He had removed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his button-up, revealing his toned forearms. Your heart leapt into your throat as you watched him put his elbow on the arm and rest his chin on his hand. He was incredibly sexy, and he knew it because he smirked upon seeing your completely shocked face. You felt yourself salivate as you observed his thighs once more.

“Y/N, you have to stop looking at me like that,” Jongho warned quietly. “Otherwise I won’t be able to control myself.”

“What do you mean…?” You choked out.

“I could barely keep my focus when we were at the bar earlier because I kept thinking about how sexy you would look completely disheveled after I got done with you. Why do you think I keep crossing my legs?”

A fire erupted within you. You were amazed at Jongho’s self control because you were ready to pounce at that point. “I could barely keep my focus all fucking day from the moment I entered your office this morning, Jongho. Your thighs are so hot…” You admitted honestly.

“Then,” he uncrossed his legs and spread them, his thick bulge as bright as day. He patted his thighs as he continued, “Sit. I’ll let you fully experience them.”

As he instructed, you sat on his lap, your knees on either side of him. You gripped his shoulders as he brought your lips to his once more. He untucked your button-up from your pants and quickly unbuttoned your shirt. He moved the sleeves off your shoulder slightly before moving his lips to pepper kisses on your shoulder and collarbone. In that time, he also unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, his hands pushing the waistband down.

Jongho somehow managed to get you out of your pants while still straddling him. When your bare thighs pressed against his firm, clothed ones, you felt shocks travel through your nerves. You breathed heavily near his ear as he ran his tongue along your neck and unhooked your bra, the condoms falling onto his lap. He kept your button-up on you and pushed your bra up to reveal your breasts, which was so much more erotic than you were expecting. He hand one hand on your breast and the other on your ass, pulling up on your panties. His teeth nibbled on your nipple gently. You almost came upon feeling the sensation.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed his dick inside you. You wanted to cum. You undid his belt buckle and moved his underwear slightly, his cock springing out, firm and ready to go. Jongho moaned, your breast still in his mouth, as you ran your fingernail lightly on the tip of his penis. His lips let go of your breasts with a pop. He grabbed one of the condoms, ripped open the packet with his teeth, and rolled it on. His hand was no longer massaging your breast as he guided your hips closer to his cock.

“Y/N, sit up for me for a second,” he said quietly.

You did just that. He pulled your panties to the side and positioned himself right at your entrance. He left it up to you to sit down at your own pace. You let his cock slip inside you slowly, not realizing that Jongho was thick. Incredibly thick. You let out a sweet moan as you sat down all the way. He filled you up perfectly, like his cock was made just for you. Your arms trembled as you held onto his shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his lap.

“Good job, baby. Keep going,” Jongho encouraged you as you began to pick up the pace.

You let out little moans of pleasure with every bounce, Jongho’s breathing becoming more ragged with every passing second. His hands traced the curve of your waist before gripping your waist tightly. He pulled you towards him slightly, shifting the position of your hips as you sat down. His cock rubbed against your G-spot repeatedly, and with a loud cry, you came. You pulled yourself off his dick entirely and finished off of him before positioning him and sitting down once again. You quickened your pace, and right as Jongho’s breathing hitched, you felt his dick tremble inside you while he groaned and clenched your waist tighter.

Surprisingly enough, you had enough strength in your legs to stand up, allowing Jongho to remove the filled condom; and although he came seconds prior, his cock was still erect and stiff. He rolled on another condom quickly and grabbed your arm to bring you back to him. He turned you so that your back was facing him. His dick pressed against your back as he stripped you down completely, the rest of your clothes sitting in a pile on the ground. You yelped in surprise as you felt his arms go under your thigh and lift it up, allowing him to have better access to your cunt. He positioned his dick once again then lowered your thigh so that you were once again sitting on his lap with him filling you up.

Jongho left kisses on your back as you began to move. He had one hand on your breast and the other wrapped around your waist, guiding you slightly as you moved. You whimpered when his fingers tugged on your nipple, your teeth digging into your lower lip. Jongho turned your face and kissed you roughly before saying, “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

He slammed his hips upwards, making you cry out, your face looking towards the ceiling as you let him pleasure you completely. The cherry on top for you was when Jongho leaned forward slightly and snaked his arm around your thigh, his fingers rubbing your clit as you continued to move up and down on his lap. You felt your legs nearly give the more he rubbed your clit and pinched your nipple. Your moans got louder and louder as you felt another orgasm come about, and you came right as Jongho bit your shoulder— he was cumming too.

The two of you were breathing hard as you took a second to rest on his very comfortable thighs. Jongho kissed the side of your neck several times before asking, “How did you like my thighs?”

“They were just as I imagined them to be,” you responded with a light smile. “Fucking comfortable.”

You moved off his dick, but you still sat on his lap, your legs hanging off his thighs. He kissed you on the lips several more times, and you felt him smile against your lips briefly before he leaned back and gazed at you while saying, “Just so you know, you can sit on my thighs whenever you want. Just say the word, and I’m there.”

Another kiss. You leaned forward, your ass pressing against his thigh a little more. “What about now?”

“Of course.”

Porn star. You were a porn star at this point. You were sleeping with so many different men in the name of a job. Who did you think you were— Mia Khalifa? You had Seeun compile all their records for you, and you had yet to sit and actually read them. Instead, you were finding their qualifications out another way, and for why? To satisfy your lust? Desire?

You hit your head against your steering wheel lightly as you sat in your car in the parking garage of your firm’s building. You had to go to work, but you were dreading it. At least you got to work early enough so that you could avoid any sort of conversation. That, and you still had so many records to go through. If you didn’t get to work early, then you would definitely have to stay late, and that sounded like a recipe for disaster.

You thought you were going to be the first person to get into the work place that day, but you were wrong. Sitting at his desk in his tiny office typing away was Mingi. He was concentrating on his computer hardcore and didn’t seem to notice you. Before you went into your own office, you fully walked into his office, greeted him, and then stood behind him, Mingi still unaware that you were in the office with him.

“What’re you working on?” You asked Mingi, your voice hushed.

Mingi jumped in his seat and turned around to see you standing over his shoulder. He bowed his head and quickly muttered, “Good morning.”

“Which case is this?”

“Insider trading,” Mingi stated simply, only to realize that what he said was way out of context. “I meant the insider trading case with the former CEO of—”

“Mingi, relax. I know,” you giggled at how flustered he was.

“Right… Yeah.”

“Well, don’t mind me. Keep working.”

Mingi turned back to his computer, the tips of his ears slowly turning red. He bent his head down slightly so he could get engrossed in his computer once more, trying to ignore the fact that you were leaning over his shoulder to get a look at what he was typing up. He was typing, but he was typing slowly, like pressing one letter at a time with one finger slowly. You leaned in closer, confused as to why Mingi was all of a sudden not working as hard as he was just moments prior. His hair brushed past your chest as he ended up leaning towards and inhaling slowly.

“You good, Mingi?” You asked him as you leaned away.

“Yep!” Mingi said quickly.

He leaned towards his computer again and began typing again, but you noticed him shifting slightly and uncomfortably in his seat. You remained standing straight, but you looked down with your eyes to see a very hard, very large outline of a penis in his pants. You pursed your lips to suppress a giggle— the poor thing was just trying to work, so you felt bad for wanting to laugh at his predicament.

“Mingi, do you usually have a hard time paying attention?” You asked him, just trying to confirm that his inability to work properly in that moment was because of you.

“Not really… I just can’t focus right now…”

Mingi, once again, shifted in his seat. He was desperately trying to hide his boner at that point. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you said to him, “Come with me. We can take care of this before everyone gets here.”

You took a couple of steps away from Mingi’s desk and turned to make sure he was following. His cheeks were red as he stood up, and he was trying to act subtly, but you could tell he was definitely struggling. You turned back around knowing that Mingi would follow as long as you didn’t stare at him.

You opened the door for Mingi to shuffle into your office and continued to keep your eyes off him out of respect as you told him, “Sit at my desk. Get your work done from here.”

After you heard Mingi plop down into your office chair, you finally looked at him. He nodded at you, his face significantly less flushed. As he logged in, he held up the paper diploma on your desk and asked, “What is this?”

“Oh, that’s a piece of crap. You can give that to me.”

You walked over to him and plucked the diploma out of his fingers. At first, you wanted to rip it up, but then you decided to roll it up and stick it in your purse. You wanted to burn that motherfucker to ashes.

Mingi let out a deep breath and resumed his intense typing. You pulled out your laptop from your bag and pulled up the email Seeun sent with all the records. You began to read through the records when you noticed something in Mingi’s record.

“Hey, Mingi?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Do you get bothered easily?”

“Uh…”

Mingi’s hesitation made you look up from your computer. He had an awkward blush on his face— not the same kind of blush from earlier, but he was definitely embarrassed.

“When I first started practicing law, the things the other attorneys or judges said to me used to bother me a lot, and sometimes I would react… I wouldn’t like flip out or break shit, but I did talk back to the judge a lot… It kind of landed me in hot water a couple times,” Mingi explained.

“Oh…”

You closed your laptop and set it aside. You couldn’t help but stare at Mingi, who was trying his best to focus on the screen in front of him but was clearly getting flustered with every passing second.

“You know, if you want to be managing partner, then you have to keep your resolve,” you told Mingi. “You can’t let anything bother you, otherwise you’ll definitely break after two weeks.”

“I mean, I’m definitely better than I was before— Woah,” Mingi started to advocate for himself until he saw that you were standing right next to him again.

“What? What’s wrong?” You were intentionally playing dumb at that point.

Mingi cleared his throat, but his voice still kind of squeaked as he said, “Nothing!" Ahem, nothing,” his voice returning to normal after he cleared his throat the second time.

“You sure?”

You leaned on your desk, your butt near Mingi’s hand. You watched his crotch get tight again as he kept his eyes on the computer. You bit your lower lip to contain your amusement because as funny as the situation was to you, you also felt bad for Mingi. With a sigh, you grabbed Mingi’s chin and tilted his head to look at you. His face went bright red as you kept your fingers on his face.

“Do you want to be managing partner?”

Mingi, unable to verbalize anything, nodded enthusiastically.

“Then you need to develop a thicker skin. Here’s what we’ll do.”

You scooted your office chair over so that you were in front of your desktop computer. You quickly typed and pulled up some documents. You pointed at your screen and said, “Jongho and I went to serve subpoenas yesterday to these three men. I want you to do the paralegal work and get information on all three and type up a report. You have to do all of this within one hour without getting bothered by external stimuli.”

“What external stimuli?”

The voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to not do what you were about to do, but the devil on your left shoulder was egging you on. Listening to the devil, you kneeled in front of Mingi and placed your hands on his thighs, spreading his legs open. Mingi started hiccuping, completely unprepared for what was about to come his way.

“Y/N, I— Hic— Uh— Hic— What?!”

“Resist. Focus on the task at hand. From the first word you type, I’ll start timing you. If you can’t get it done, then forget about making managing partner, I’ll send you to work with the paralegals.”

“That’s so— Hic— Drastic!” Mingi complained.

“Then do the work, otherwise face the penalty.”

Mingi pursed his lips. He nodded and hiccuped again. You adjusted yourself so that Mingi could sit comfortably at the desk and type without having to worry about carpal tunnel while you, on the other hand, fit yourself all the way in the area that Mingi’s legs were supposed to go. You checked the time on your watch, and the second you heart him type profusely, you got to work. You unbuckled Mingi’s pants and unzipped them, the bulge immediately popping through. You didn’t realize you’d be working with such a large piece of equipment until you tugged the waistband of his underwear down. Compared to Yunho’s and San’s, Mingi’s cock surpassed them both in size. No wonder Mingi was so uncomfortable sitting with his boner.

You heard Mingi take in a small breath as you observed his penis. Your nails traced along the length before lightly scratching the tip. You had an hour, so you decided to take your sweet time while Mingi was under crunch time. You placed a tiny kiss on the tip of his penis, earning a tiny grunt from Mingi. Despite all the little noises he was making, he was still typing at a quick rate. He was really doing his job.

Taking Mingi into your mouth turned out to be a Herculean task. At first, you could only really fit the tip into your mouth, so you just sucked the tip at first. Mingi’s legs trembled when you swirled your tongue around, and when you moved away from him to breathe, his body jerked slightly.

Mingi yelped in shock when the phone on your desk rang. You looked at the time on your watch— the people of the firm should have been there by now, and Mingi still had another fifty minutes.

“Answer it,” you told Mingi, slightly distracted by his cock. “And put it on speaker.”

Mingi did just that. At first he didn’t know what to say, so he answered the phone with, “Y/N’s office, this is Mingi speaking.”

“Oh, Attorney Song? Why are you in Y/N’s office?” Seeun’s voice came through loud and clear.

“Tell him about the case,” you whispered to Mingi before running your tongue along his length.

“I’m helping Y/N write up a report.”

“Shouldn’t a paralegal be working on that?”

“Yes, but I was the first person in the office today, so Y/N grabbed me and told me to start working on it. It’s pretty important, apparently.”

You smirked, impressed by Mingi’s ability to lie and bullshit his way through this conversation he was having with her secretary. To reward him, you took as much of him into your mouth as you could, Mingi moaning, only to immediately cover that up with a cough and a yawn of sorts.

Seeun didn’t seem to notice anything, the poor, oblivious child. “Where is Y/N, then?”

Mingi looked at you with concern. You decided to speak up.

“Hi, Seeun,” you greeted the receptionist while stroking Mingi’s dick lightly, Mingi shivering and tapping his feet.

“Hi, ma’am,” Seeun greeted back. “Attorney Kang would like to speak with you at some point today.”

“Alright. Tell him I’ll stop by his office at some point today.”

You kissed the tip of Mingi’s penis, the boy’s hiccups returning.

“Okay, I’ll tell him. Bye ma’am, bye Attorney Song.”

“Hic— Bye.”

Mingi hung up and immediately let out a shuddering sigh. You heard him mutter a singular profanity under his breath before the sounds of his typing started up again. Mingi held his breath after that for two reasons: one, to end his hiccups; and two, to keep from moaning when took even more of him into your mouth, the gagging noise from the back of your throat making his knees tremble. As you continued to suck, you also stroked his dick, Mingi’s typing not letting up in the slightest.

Based off of the amount of tiny noises he was making, you were surprised that Mingi was lasting so long. You kind of expected him to cum by that point, but he was holding out. You figured it was because he was so fixated on the work you assigned him. So, you decided to take things up a notch.

“Mmm, Mingi,” you moaned while continuing to suck him off.

Mingi let out a muffled groan, but his fingers were still typing away. You checked the time— he had another forty minutes. Slightly annoyed by the fact that he had yet to come, you put in a little extra effort. You started sucking faster, Mingi’s dick going in and out of your mouth quickly. He sharply inhaled when you continuously gagged on his incredible size, and he finally came when you swirled your tongue around the tip once again and stroked quickly. He came into your mouth, and that was the first time within that hour that he got distracted. He looked down to see you swallow his cum then wipe the corner of your mouth.

“Y/N… That was fucking hot…” Mingi couldn’t help but comment.

“How far along are you in the report?” You asked him.

“I have one person left.”

“Wow, you’re pretty much almost done.”

“That’s right,” Mingi responded with a serious tone, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine in that moment. You checked your watch. Thirty-five minutes.

Mingi took five more minutes to finish the whole report, which gave you five minutes to stroke and suck his dick to get him to cum one more time. He succeeded in his task, but you failed, and by the looks of things, it seemed like Mingi wanted to punish you.

“We have thirty minutes left, right?” Mingi asked you as he stood up and helped you up from under the desk.

“Yes…?” You answered carefully.

Mingi, unbuttoning his shirt, hummed and nodded. He walked you around your desk and sat you on your desk (just like you had with Seonghwa), and he moved the monitor so that you could clearly see it while he stood in front of you. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside before firmly grabbing your thighs, his thumbs pressing into your inner thigh.

“Look over the report. You have thirty minutes,” Mingi said with a smirk.

He reached around you and unzipped your dress quickly before pulling it off you and tossing it to where his shirt lay. He made quick work of your bra and panties as you struggled to read the first line of the goddamn report. He rubbed his cock against your clit lightly, allowing you to get through the first paragraph or so of the report. You scrolled down on the mouse to the second page as Mingi pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on— he, like San, needed special fucking condoms for his huge wiener. You barely got to the second page when Mingi pulled you forward and shoved his way through your wet— you had no idea when Mingi turned you on, but he definitely did— pussy.

You wanted to scream and cry Mingi’s name so bad, but before you could even get a single noise out, Mingi stuck his finger in your mouth and whispered, “Y/N, you have to read the report. You only have twenty-five minutes left, and you have another dozen pages left to go.”

You whimpered as you sucked Mingi’s fingers. With his free hand, he held your waist and pulled you towards him as much as he could while he thrust into you repeatedly. You knew that if you didn’t read this report, then Mingi would give you hell for it, but all you could really think about doing in that moment was flinging your head back and crying his name.

Mingi’s fingers in your mouth was like some sort of fucked up pacifier— you found that with this weird oral fixation, you were able to get through seventy-five percent of the report fairly quickly. Then, the phone rang again. Your eyes widened as you stared at Mingi, who expected you to take the call. He took his fingers out of your mouth, allowing you to speak into the receiver.

“Seeun? Now’s not really a good time—” you cut yourself off and gasped as Mingi slammed his waist into yours.

“He wants to meet today? That’s not going to be possible...”

You had to move the receiver away from your mouth as Mingi kissed you passionately, his wet kisses sure to get through to Seeun on the other line. At least, you thought Seeun would hear it, but the kid was still incredibly (and thankfully) oblivious. You pushed Mingi away right before you had to respond to Seeun.

“Schedule him for a meeting next week… Um, don’t tell him about the managing partner situation since I won’t have a choice until tomorrow… Okay, bye.”

You slammed the receiver down, grabbed Mingi by the collar, and pulled him in close. “What if Seeun fucking heard?!” You hissed.

“That was me earlier when you made me pick up the call. Call it even exchange. You have fifteen minutes left.”

You wrapped your hands behind Mingi’s neck and pulled him closer to you, his chest pressed against yours. You kept him close in your embrace as you finished reading the rest of the report. On the very last paragraph, though, Mingi sped up quickly, and without even being able to warn him, you came, a high-pitched whine leaving your lips. Your face turned bright red when the sound came out, but Mingi didn’t say a damn thing— he was fixated on cumming as well.

As soon as you finished the last paragraph, Mingi came, his hips slamming into yours once more time before his cock shuddered inside you. You didn’t realize how much Mingi had wrecked you until he pulled out. Your hips were on fire. You wondered how you were going to last the rest of the work day with your lower body feeling so sore.

“Look at that, three minutes to spare,” Mingi showed you his watch. “Good job.”

Mingi handed you your dress as he got dressed himself. You struggled to put your clothes back on again. Mingi, on the other hand, was pretty much ready to take on the rest of the day, his face completely rejuvenated. He only started to head towards the office door once you were completely dressed.

“Oh, how was the report?” He asked you.

“Good,” you croaked out. “It’s solid. Thank you.”

“Thank you for this training session,” Mingi shot back with a wink. “I hope that you saw my true abilities today.”

“Yes, and then some… Have a good rest of your day, Mingi.”

Mingi bowed his head then quickly left, the door closing behind him. You sighed and nearly put your head on your desk, only to realize that you had to clean it. You could still see some traces of cum. You rubbed your head and sighed as you pressed the buzzer for Seeun.

“Ma’am?”

“Painkillers now. Please.”

You wanted to get a little more work done before visiting Yeosang in his office. You finally finished reading up on all the records before one in the afternoon, making you feel accomplished— although, you knew if you had just sat down and read everything the second Seeun sent you the records, you would’ve been done two days ago. Regardless, you finished, and you were almost ready to make your decision. Key word: almost. You had to pay Yeosang a visit first.

Knowing the temperament of the junior partner, you didn’t think he was going to be like the other seven— God, you were up to seven different fucks in four days— men, but, just in case, you stashed a condom in your bra. You were also hoping that by bringing the condom, you wouldn’t have to use it; it’s like when you bring an umbrella anywhere: if you have it, it doesn’t rain, and if you don’t have it, it rains like there’s no tomorrow. Hence, the condom.

You knocked on the door to Yeosang’s office lightly, hearing a faint, “Come in!” come from the other side of the door.

“Y/N, good! I was worried you had forgotten,” Yeosang greeted upon seeing you.

“I’d be a bad boss if I did. Anyway, why’d you call me here?”

“I just wanted to chat,” Yeosang answered as he got up from his desk chair. He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk for his clients and said, “Come, have a seat.”

Yeosang turned one of the chairs so that it faced the other, you doing the same before taking a seat. You crossed your legs and leaned back, Yeosang mirroring your actions. You felt like he was trying to size you up. You observed his facial expressions as the two of you were silent for a moment. He was smiling like he usually did, but there seemed to be a hidden agenda behind that facade.

“Have you figured out who you’re going to promote yet?” Yeosang got straight to the point.

“Not yet.”

“Are you going to decide tomorrow?”

“No, I have to decide before I leave the office today so I can prepare the documents for whoever tomorrow,” you explained.

“So why haven’t you decided yet?”

“Yeosang, I just finished reading the records before I came to see you. I haven’t sat alone with myself or my thoughts yet,” you said with a heavy sigh.

“Okay, that makes sense,” Yeosang nodded and uncrossed his legs.

It was only when he leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs that you realized what Yeosang was up to. You did your best to maintain your resolve as Yeosang’s eyes sharpened. His interrogation was already nerve-wracking, but the look of determination on his face terrified you even more. You didn’t even realize that Yeosang was capable of such an intense look— no wonder he was a great lawyer.

“I have a couple more questions for you,” Yeosang laced his fingers together and leaned towards you just a little more.

“Why are you interrogating me?” You asked, trying to establish your dominance against his.

“I’m not interrogating. I’m cross-examining.”

“Then, where’s the other attorney?”

“You, Y/N. You’re representing yourself. Now, for my questions.”

Yeosang stood up and took one step towards you. You had to look up diagonally at him to make eye contact with him. You swallowed nervously in anticipation of his next question.

“What are the factors you observe upon evaluating each one of us?”

“Previous cases, work ethic, relationships and compatibility with the paralegals, other lawyers, judges—”

“And with you?” Yeosang interrupted.

You felt your heart skip a beat when he said that. Quickly, to kill whatever suspicions he had, you said, “Objection.”

“On what grounds, Y/N?”

“Hearsay.”

“Fine. Sustained. Where were you yesterday?” Yeosang continued.

“I was with Jongho going to the offices of three pigs and delivering subpoenas to them,” you answered truthfully.

“And what time did the two of you return to the building?”

“A couple minutes before Happy Hour.”

“So you were in the building a couple minutes before Happy Hour. Did you go back to your office?”

“For a second, yes.”

“Why a second?”

“To check if the broken glass in my office was cleaned up.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened. He broke out of his lawyer persona for a split second as he said, “Remind me to circle back to that because what?”

“Are you done with your cross-examination, Attorney Kang?”

“No. Why didn’t you stay in your office for longer? The work day was not done.”

“Jongho and I decided to play hooky and go to the bar for Happy Hour. The pigs I had to deal with were so disgusting that I couldn’t focus on anything when we got back.”

You were starting to get nervous. Yeosang was definitely going back to his earlier assumption with his questions, but you couldn’t object and say leading because he wasn’t.

“You went to the bar with Jongho. After?”

“He dropped me off at home.”

“Did he go in?”

“I don’t have to answer that,” you put your foot down.

“Did he go in?” Yeosang repeated as he took another step towards you.

“I plead the fifth,” you responded weakly.

“Did he go in?” Yeosang was right before you, his crotch near your face. You looked away immediately and didn’t maintain any sort of eye contact with him as you finally answered. “Yes.”

“Where did he go?”

“Into my home?”

“Where did he go?”

“Um… Asked and answered.”

“Y/N, look at me,” Yeosang said as he leaned down, his hands resting on the arms of the chairs as he brought his face dangerously close to yours. You held your breath as he asked one more time, “Where did he go?”

You remained silent. Yeosang cupped your face as his thumb ran over your lower lip lightly. “Was he in here?”

“Did he go here?” He ran a hand along the curve of your hips.

“How about here?” He held onto your thigh and uncrossed your legs before tracing a line down your inner thigh.

You couldn’t help but gasp when you felt his fingers brush against your crotch before resting his hand back on the arm rest. Your silence after that only meant one thing: Yeosang had succeed— he pretty much confirmed that you and Jongho did have sex, and he got you all hot and bothered.

“So, you and senior partner Attorney Choi… And do I have it right that similar events occurred with Attorneys Kim, Park, Jeong, Choi, Song, and Jung?” Yeosang really wanted to cross all the Ts and dot all the Is.

“Yes.”

“Therefore, if a similar event happened between us, then you would have no choice but to let it happen?”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“No, I’m just trying to match the qualifications of my competitors,” Yeosang said with a smirk.

Seeing your sweet, kind, and lovely junior partner turn into this flirty, smooth, and overtly sexy prosecutor pretty much made your brain go blank. You were silent for another heartbeat or two before croaking out, “Who are you and what have you done to Kang Yeosang?”

Yeosang, in response, laughed innocently, but he licked his lips subtly before biting his lower lip, making your brain explode at that point. Despite all the touching he had done earlier, Yeosang had yet to put his hands on your body again. “So would you be okay if I showcased my skills on you right now?” He asked quietly.

“I suppose that’s only fair,” you nodded, encouraging him because at that point, you needed to do something about the fire in your loins.

“Alright. Can you stand up for me?” Yeosang asked, and you did so. “Now take three steps backwards.”

You took three careful steps backwards and realized that Yeosang nearly had you pinned against a wall. He was standing in front of you, three steps ahead of you. His arms were crossed over his chest. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes before saying, “Can you turn around?”

Hesitantly, you turned around so that you were facing the wall. You didn’t know how long you were waiting for after you turned around— Yeosang didn’t make a single move for a solid minute; then, you felt his fingers brush up your arm and rest on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. You heard him sigh softly as he pressed his hand on the small of your back, your back arching slightly, pushing your breasts up against the wall. An erotic whine from you rang out in his office when he exhaled lightly on the back of your neck. As Yeosang continued to tease you, you realized that he had yet to even kiss you. You were starting to get a little impatient.

“Yeosang, please— Eep!” You turned your head to try and make eye contact with him, but you were startled when you felt his tongue run up the edge of your ear.

“Sorry, did that startle you?” Yeosang’s lips were still near your ear, his deep voice making your legs wobble.

“I— Uh— Um—“ Not a single coherent thought revolved in your head.

“My bad,” Yeosang said, although you seriously doubted whether or not that statement was genuine. “What were you going to say?”

“Hurry,” you whined as he grunted in your ear as his hips pressed against yours. You heard him stifle a chuckle as you pushed your ass towards him.

“Y/N, we can’t just jump into things so fast. We have to fully prepare before we start anything,” Yeosang explained. “But since you seem so desperate…”

He slowly unzipped your dress and pushed the sleeves down, his lips leaving soft kisses on your bare shoulders. Your back arched even more when he trailed his tongue along your spine up to your neck, your head pressing against his when brushed his nose along your shoulder and exhaled deeply. You didn’t even realize that Yeosang had pushed your dress all the way off you by that point— his lips were just too sensual.

You didn’t realize that Yeosang knew you stashed a condom in your bra until he pushed his hand into your bra and took it out. He opened the packet and rolled the condom on quickly before pressing his body against yours. It was only when you felt his hot skin against yours that you realized he was naked the whole time. You moaned loudly when his arms wrapped around you, his hand diving into your bra again and clutching your breast; and you let out a cry when he ran his hand over your panties and pressed his fingers firmly into the fabric, the rubbing of your panties against your labia making your pussy get wetter by the second.

Yeosang continued to knead and massage you while his tongue violated the sanctity of your ear and neck. His hips pressed against yours so hard that your entire body ended up getting pressed into the wall. You were about to ask Yeosang to speed things up a bit again, but he seemed to have read your mind. From behind, he pulled your panties up and to the side, his dick slipping in between your legs and rubbing against your clit. He held onto the waistband of your pants tightly before gliding his cock inside you. You moaned blissfully as he moved at a relatively slow pace, your body pressing against the wall even more when every thrust. When he unhooked your bra and pulled it off you, your hard nipples grazed the wall lightly, the stimulation from the cold wall on your sensitive nipples bringing you to an orgasm faster than you expected. Your hands pressed as hard as they could into the wall as you came, Yeosang’s dick still inside you refusing to let up.

“Yeosang… More…” you whined after releasing your cum; you still weren’t satisfied.

“Yes, Y/N,” Yeosang responded.

He pulled out of you, flipped you around, and pressed you up against the wall once again. He slipped you out of your panties, brought your leg up, re-entered you, and finally, pressed his lips against yours. Just like his usual demeanor, Yeosang’s kisses were sweet and lovely. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, but the way he did it wasn’t the same way anyone else had— it felt like his tongue was meant to be twirling with yours, allowing you to breathe and enjoy his kiss. The sweet and lovely part to Yeosang disappeared quickly when he thrusted into you hard. His hand gripped your thigh and pushed it a little higher, his other hand supporting your neck as he continued to kiss you passionately. He managed to find a position that rubbed against your G-spot perfectly several times in succession that you came quickly. You broke off the kiss with him to let out a sweet, loud moan your pussy quivering as you came for what felt like an eternity.

When Yeosang pulled out, you shuddered again, a little more cum escaping your body. You were about ready to sink to the ground when Yeosang wrapped his arms around you and held you upright, his tongue running up your neck before he whispered in that ridiculously low voice of his, “Did you like that?”

You could only nod in response. “Then there’s more of that where it came from,” he said with an even lower drawl, making your limbs tingle with excitement.

When Yeosang lifted you, you yelped in shock. You knew that he worked out and that he was strong, but you didn’t anticipate for him to actually use his muscles like that. He sat you down on his desk, pushed off a bunch of shit from his table to the ground dramatically like people did in the movies, then pulled your hand towards the table.

“All fours,” he growled in your ear.

You felt yourself get turned on all over again by the way he ordered you. You obeyed him and held yourself up with shaky arms as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your pussy a couple more times before slowly entering you, a groan emitting from his soul.

You remained as quiet as you possibly could be— you desperately wanted to hear him moan and groan. Yeosang slammed his pelvis into you repeatedly, making your body lurch forward every so slightly with each thrust. Unintentionally, you ended up clenching when Yeosang grabbed your ass with one hand and your waist with the other.

“Fuck,” hearing a profanity leave Yeosang’s mouth was so much hotter than you ever anticipated. “Did you just get tighter?”

“Mmm,” you moaned as you nodded. You getting tighter not only pleasured him, but it also made you feel incredibly good and sexy.

“Y/N, lay on your back for me,” Yeosang hissed through gritted teeth.

Yeosang pulled out, allowing you to lay on your back. He barely gave you time to situate yourself before slamming his hips into yours, fucking you rough and hard. He had one hand on your breast and massaged it firmly before licking and sucking on your nipple. Your back arched more and more every time he bit your nipple lightly and tugged upwards. Panting, you reached for Yeosang’s shoulders and held on tightly— you wanted to cum again so badly, and you were almost there.

“Kiss me, Yeosang,” you cried, your voice breaking every other syllable.

With a throaty chuckle, Yeosang nodded and pressed his lips against yours again. You sucked on his lower lip hard as his pace slowed down. You both broke off the intense kiss to groan and moan loudly as you both came together. You felt the inside of your pussy get even hotter when Yeosang released his pent up load, the condom completely filling up. Your pants synchronized, and after a moment or two, Yeosang pulled out entirely and took a step away from you. He removed the condom and threw it out while you sat up on his desk to situate yourself.

“Yeosang?”

“Yeah?” Yeosang responded as he got dressed.

“You’re incredibly sexy.”

You watched Yeosang’s face get bright red. He turned his head away from you as he muttered, “Thank you…”

He grabbed your clothes and brought them to you, his hand resting on his desk as he stood by you. Before wearing your clothes, you cupped his face and brought his lips to yours— you were definitely addicted to his lips by that point, which reminded you of the fact that he took so long to kiss you.

“Why did you tease me for so long, though?” You complained.

“I was holding back for as long as I could… I wanted to last a while.”

“Why?”

“We only had the one condom.”

You paused and blinked at him in shock. Look at the junior partner being resourceful. You couldn’t help but giggle at his response before kissing him again. He hand his hands on your waist, and you were slowly getting turned on again with every passing kiss. Suddenly, Yeosang pushed you away and took a step back.

“We can’t do this again.”

“What?” You were kind of hurt when he said that.

“We don’t have any more condoms, and you still have to make a decision on the next managing partner,” Yeosang brought up very valid points.

Eyes wide, you nodded in agreement. You hopped off his desk (and nearly fell to the ground) before quickly redressing yourself. You fixed your hair and smoothed out your dress. Right before you could exit Yeosang’s office, he said loudly, “Wait!”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. He kissed you intensely, making you hold onto his shoulders for dear life. When the kiss ended your face flushed, and it only got hotter when you saw Yeosang run his tongue over his lower lip then smirk.

“Alright, you can go now,” he said to you as he waved good bye.

Still shocked, you left Yeosang’s office in a daze, the last kiss he left you with being the only thing on your mind.

Friday. The dreaded day finally arrived.

You did make a decision the night before, but it was difficult. You desperately wanted to consult with someone, and you did, but Seeun could only do so much to help since he was merely a secretary. Asking a paralegal was out of the question because it was going to break one of two ways— they would either tell you to pick Seonghwa, or confuse you even more.

Thinking about the paralegals, you did think about just making Seonghwa partner. But you thought about the other seven men and how much they did for you. Yeosang was impressive in flipping the switch and changing his demeanor. Mingi was fast and thorough. Jongho was charismatic and authoritative. San was cunning and convincing. Wooyoung was bold and brash. Hongjoong was calm and reliable. Yunho was prepared and sly. You just had too many good lawyers in your firm.

A thought crossed your mind: fuck it, just make all eight of them managing parters. But the thought of having nine names on the wall and business cards made your skin crawl. No, two names were enough— yours, and someone else’s.

When you got home that night, you did two things. You made yourself a drink, and you went to your balcony with your former partner’s college degree. You lit the edge of the paper and watched it go up in flames. The ashes got swept up in the wind, and you made your decision. You went back into your place, finished up the rest of the paperwork, and sent it to Seeun. You did not, however, get a good night’s rest. You were so on edge about announcing your decision that you couldn’t sleep. You used a lot of concealer that morning to cover up the bags under your eyes and walk into your firm with your head held high.

“Gentlemen,” you started once the eight men sat at the table and looked at you expectantly. “I’ve made my decision. Seeun, if you will.”

Seeun, who had accompanied you to this meeting to give you a tiny boost of morale, stood up with the papers you sent him the previous night. He walked to the man and placed the papers in front of him.

“Congratulations. You just made partner.”

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