You have been CEO Satoru Gojo's head assistant for over two years now - You do everything for him, including cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days, night calls, you're tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice - when he finds out? He's shocked! Don't you love working for a bratty, spoiled Nepo baby 24/7!? He'll do anything to keep you - but you know better. Right?
pairings - CEO! Satoru x asst! reader
warnings - lots of sexual tension, Gojo being a spoiled brat, Nanami being sexy and tired, mentions of masturbation, mentions of Gojo being a lil slut, power dynamics, enemies to lovers type shit -eventual smut, eventual angst, mentions of drug use, two weeks notice vibes - 5.7k
this is a complete rewrite of my first fic - it's gonna be a lot different tbh, just this added 1.5k WC hehe. I'm so excited to do this one in my current writing style! I should have these out rather fast, tags open <3
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Chapter 1 - Drowning in You
You were tired.
Well past a vacation, insanely exhausted – so damn tired today, no amount of coffee could give you enough pep to make it through the day. You needed a fucking break – a long one at that. Your mind wanders to that vacation away from Tokyo that will never happen, not because you don’t have vacation days or money, no you have days stacked up.
Three weeks of PTO along with four weeks vacation, you could slip away for an entire two months damn near, but how would everything fall apart if you did? No it wasn’t lack of PTO, lack of money, shit you tend to work twelve to sixteen hour days sometimes, five to seven days a week on any given pay schedule.
Why do you work so much?
Well, it is the man you’re peering at across from you – the needy, whiny, annoying ass boss, Satoru Gojo.
Always asking you to stay at work late, always running his errands – even the smallest ones that he could do himself. Constantly saving his ass, covering for him when he didn’t prepare for an event, writing all his speeches, making those presentations. Fuck, you had to find him dates for these events because he couldn’t be bothered.
When the CEO Satoru Gojo wanted something, he got it, and it didn't matter if it ruined every plan you ever had, you had to get it done for him.
He ran casinos, owned his own hotel chain, several nightclubs – some that just seemed a little shady to be honest. You name it, and Satoru Gojo probably owned it. He’d inherited some extreme wealth from his family – but mostly he was self made. Even the tower you worked in – Kamo Tower – was one of the best high rises in the city, everything Gojo touched seemed to turn to gold, or better yet platinum.
You had been so excited two years ago to be hired on as his intern, then ecstatic when you quickly moved up the ranks to be his head assistant. You made very money, in that Gojo was extremely generous – enough to send home to your family and take care of them too. It’s not the money that’s the problem, it’s the lack of a life – you literally were constantly at that man's beck and call.
Your tired eyes lower as you rest your chin on your hand for a moment, for even last night at two am you'd had to run to his fucking rescue. You were asleep, but the phone never stops fucking buzzing.
Dick boss: (yes that’s his name) Sweetheart, I need you.
You: no.
Dick boss: triple OT pay?
You: fuck. What is it?
Dick Boss: I'm in a bit of a bind…
The bind? Oh, that was three passed out naked women in his bed, and a room destroyed from some insane party he’d thrown, white powder residue left in his nose and all over the tables. Well that wouldn’t do – because Satoru needed his beauty rest! Surely you could fix that, right?
Thank you sweetheart, you’re just the best assistant ever!
You had given him the middle finger.
The night before that? Well he had urgently needed you to pick out his outfit for his soiree, he was too coked out to pick apparently – at three in the goddamn morning, you’d had to leave in your pajamas. Gojo Satoru had so many three piece suits, ties and shoes, it was actually disgusting.
Nanami Kento walks up to you, bringing you out of your daydream – he’s a little overworked from his own boss in the building, a trait you two share as head assistants. He hands you a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup, with your name written on it in sharpie, clearly from one of the coffee shops nearby.
Dirty blonde and handsome, his suit stretched across his muscles just so… and fuck if he didn’t look like he needed a damn vacation too. If you had time to have any sort of fucking life you would have flirted with him a little bit for sure, ask him out for a drink if you could hold your eyes open past ten pm.
Maybe he would have, too?
“Long night?” Kento asks softly, grabbing you out of your thoughts, an amused expression on his face.
You sigh, nodding. “You could say that, thank you for the coffee Nanami! I owe you the next one.”
You let the sweet liquid hit your lips, eyes peering to Gojo's office. There was some lady in there, pretty as fuck in some crazy attempt at business stripper chic, sort of Gojo’s vibe. Yet instead of him eyeing her, he for some reason was scowling at you. What, you dared to sip coffee and not work for two minutes?
“Not at all,” Nanami says, clearing his throat. “Happy birthday.”
“Shit that’s today?” You teased, but you did know, smiling and leaning back.
“We don’t really get birthdays,” he mumbles, running a hand over his face.
You grimace, sipping the coffee again. “No we really don’t, but thank you!”
“Of course. Take care of yourself okay? Gojo is… ugh.” Nanami looks disgusted as he shakes his head, pushing up his fancy glasses. You couldn’t help but giggle at that as he walks off.
Your phone rings, because of course Gojo can't just come to you, how could his spoiled ass walk a few steps!? No, you must go to him.
“Yes, Sir?” You answer the phone, trying not to roll your eyes, tapping your pretty glittery manicured nails on your desk, the one treat you gave yourself.
“Meet me in my office, sweetheart. Now.” That silken command may have excited most women, shit, most human beings, but it was just a constant source of annoyance for you.
You clear your throat and plaster on a smile. “Coming, Mr. Gojo.”
You smooth down your cute little office dress, if you had to be miserable you’d at least be presentable about it! You’re adjusting the buckle of your belt just a tad before walking towards the giant glass office, lit bright by the sun, peering in the door way to see the bane of your existence.
Gojo’s office had floor to ceiling windows surrounding it that had a ridiculous view of the cityscape below. You all were on the very top floor of Kamo Tower, after all. The air was filled with a faint scent, these hints of bergamot from his cologne, it was all something that was very distinctive to Gojo.
He may be a little shit but he smelled good.
He also looked good, reclining casually in that leather chair, his signature dark blue Gucci sunglasses on, round ones that are covering those ridiculous blue eyes. Which you honestly appreciate, because they were so damn pretty it made it hard to focus, even after two years of working as his assistant you weren’t immune to those baby blues.
“Sir?” You stand there cautiously, thinking of just putting in your notice then and fucking there, like that dream you had in your two hours of sleep.
Satoru taps his fingers on his abdomen, just resting there on that dress shirt all casually, long fingers you had no business looking at for too long. “Status update on my meetings?”
“I sent you them all,” he smirks all arrogantly, and you have to grit your teeth not to just crash out on this man. “You have two meetings today, sir. One for the new hotel partnership, then you have a meeting with Mr. Suguru about your casino. And of course, you have your event tonight.”
“Speaking of that,” he says with a little sigh. “I need you to come with me tonight for the charity ball.”
Oh fuck no.
Not on your birthday.
You shut the heavy door behind you, resting your aching head against it for a moment and shutting your eyes.
“I asked for tonight off,” Gojo scoffs at that – this little fucker scoffs, grinning, flashing those damn fangs like some vampire, all glinting from the sun that beams in. “I am not going.”
“No?” He stands, stretching his long elegant limbs, before he walks closer to you, making the scent of him waft through your senses.
“No,” you hate how he makes your heart race when he’s in front of you.
“I'll pay you well, sweetheart – plus you’ll be going as my date for the event, not going to make you actually work. You'll get to relax and shit, get paid to have some fun, drinks and food, dancing…”
“As your date?” You ask, pursing your lips a bit.
“I know, it’s kinda a dream scenario,” he grins like he’s bestowing the finest gift on you. “Don’t fall in love tonight.”
“Psh,” you roll your eyes. “Since when does CEO Satoru need a date? Especially a date with me. I can just arrange you a date like I always do.”
“It's a delicate partnership and I need someone who is smart. Not eye candy,” well fucking ouch. “I need you, little law school girl. Plus you’re American, and a lot of the people there are too, so it’s a no brainer.”
Not eye candy.
Men flirt with you pretty frequently actually, on the very rare occasions you’re not working you’ve had quite a few ask you out. You know you’re a pretty girl, but of course Gojo banged models on the regular, and you had no time to try to even attempt to look like a model. Shit, you barely had time to slap on some mascara and concealer every day to hide how tired you were.
“So you don't need anyone pretty, is that what you're saying?”
Satoru pauses then, frowning at you.
“What, no? You're very pretty,” he'd never said that about you – HR and all. Though he’d banged damn near all his assistants besides you, Satoru barely complimented your work let alone your looks.
Him calling you pretty really fucks you up, you have to catch your breath, looking up at him, curious how he had suddenly gotten just an inch away.
Sneaky ass.
“‘Not eye candy,’ isn’t that what it means?”
“Well no, that’s not what it means, just you dress kinda boring,” you blink again, as he digs himself into a hole. “No like…just all businessy and shit? You don’t dress sexy is all. I mean… not that you have to, I’ve never seen you not in a business dress unless it’s at night and I call you, then you wear pajama shorts and shit.”
You snort at that, shaking your head – you loved clothes, and to dress up, but of course he probably wouldn’t know that. “I would dress up if I had a life. All I do is work for you.”
“Exactly, that’s what I mean by not ‘eye candy’. How you dress, not your looks,” this man… “But I'll make sure your outfit looks killer, no need to thank me.”
Gojo winks at you, lowering his shades, those insane cerulean eyes making you overheat against your will. Big and glittering with silver, the irises the prettiest blue that the earth could scarcely recreate. Eyes that made anyone do anything he wanted, and they always worked – You were almost immune to that.
You take a breath for courage, it’s about time you said something, especially if your plan is to go. “It's my birthday and you want me to work overtime?”
Gojo frowns. “Birthday?”
He looks utterly confused, as if you should not have one of them, for it’s inconvenient. “Yeah. Twenty-sixth.”
He evaluates you carefully. “Why did I think you were like twenty two?”
“I’m not sure. If I was I wouldn’t even have my law degree yet, baby face maybe,” you do look young but then, so does Satoru. “But it’s actually my third birthday here, and you have never given me the day off. I will absolutely not put in OT.”
“What, you have some big plans, hot shot?”
No. Sure don't. “Yep.”
“Cancel em,” he shakes a hand dismissively and you scowl. “What? Need me to cancel them?
“No! I won’t.” You cross your arms under your breasts, and his gaze darts down for the briefest of moments, before flickering back to your face.
“No? What do you mean ‘no’?”
No one turned Gojo down – no one ever told the gorgeous, manchild of a CEO the word ‘no’ to anything. His six-foot-four frame bends over just a bit as he places an arm on one side of you, peering down, frown still on his handsome features, eyes lidded just a bit. you glare back up at him.
“Gojo, I'm really exhausted, and I just want to have fun and actually relax for my birthday,” he gasps, all affronted.
“What, then have fun with me! I’m fun!”
“That's work. Not fun.”
“Hmm,” he tilts your chin up with his long fingers, making you peer up at him, surprised at the contact and what it makes you feel, your tummy clenches up. “I'll make it fun, I promise. Then I'll give you the day off tomorrow. Deal?”
You are gonna fucking agree, aren’t you?
“Gojo, I could find you a smart American girl? Eye candy too,” you offer, he shakes his head, leaning too close.
“You're my best, sweetheart, I need you by my side.”
Bastard. Not him batting his pretty white lashes.
You sigh. “Ugh. Fine.”
He grins, and you catch a shaly breath as he backs away. “Good girl.”
“Don’t say that!?”
“Why not?” He’s sticking his hands in his pockets now, grin widening. “I'll have a brand new outfit brought to your apartment later? I’m assuming you don’t have anything fancy enough for this event.”
“Probably not…” You’re not turning down free dresses from Satoru Gojo’s rich ass. “Fine. Need my size?”
His eyes are drinking you in as he smirks, like he’s touching your body. “You think I haven’t gathered your size by now?”
Fuck.
Your cheeks heat up at his little assessment, the way it feels like he’s brushing his fingers over your body – though you’re used to him, at the end of the day you still had a pussy, and it reacted to him in ways that make you irritated. Satoru just chuckles deeply, turning away and waving a hand.
“You're dismissed, sweetheart. See you tonight.”
Just like that, your birthday night was just…
Work.
No you weren’t doing anything – but you could have cuddled on your couch! Not had to mingle and spend a night with Satoru Gojo of all people.
You rush out all irritated, downing your now cold coffee and cursing that blue eyed man.
****
“Can’t wait to put in my two weeks ugh,” you grumble to yourself as you finish up your makeup.
If you had to work your birthday you would absolutely look gorgeous for it – lashes, winged liner, red lips.
The dress he had ordered laid in a satin box on your pretty white day bed. You open it finally, the pretty black gown encased in baby blue and white tissue paper, the colors of the little shit Gojo himself. You gently pull out the gown and hold it up, and almost all of your irritation dies off.
Fuck if he doesn’t have good taste.
Black and decked with sequins, it glitters in the light, it was a silky fabric, soft as a caress against your skin. You undo the little zipper and peer in the mirror, sliding it on, it glides over your curves perfectly, coming to cinch in at the nip of your waist. The neckline was slutty dear lord – it plunged ridiculously low in fact, revealing a generous amount of cleavage that you typically kept under wraps at work.
The question was, how did Gojo know your damn measurements?
Pervert is what he was.
A pervert with good taste.
The dress had a slit that went dangerously up one of your thighs, exposing nearly all of one leg, while the rest of the dress hit the floor. It was as if he truly knew every measurement you had, better than if you’d went and tailored the damn thing.
Well at least you get a pretty dress for your pain and suffering!
You spin to look at the back of the dress in front of the mirror, it dips daringly low as well, exposing the smooth expanse of skin, from shoulder blades down to the dimples on your lower back. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel super pretty in a dress like this.
You rummage through your little jewelry box, eyeing to see what would work with the dress, and deciding on a pretty silver necklace and earrings, something simple. You’re clipping the earrings on when a text pops up.
Dick Boss: Waiting out front in the car.
You: Just a few.
You slip on your shoes and spritz some body spray on, your favorite from Victoria’s Secret you save for special things, when another text blings.
Dick Boss: I’m waiting…
Fucking Gojo. Ugh.
You: Coming now.
You lock up and head down the stairs of the apartment building, and see Ijichi Kiyotaka, Gojo’s driver, opening the door of the black limo for you. Kiyotaka, who somehow was one year younger than you, that boggled your mind more than Nanami only being one year older.
Geto and Gojo wore people out.
If you didn’t have a great skincare routine, Gojo would make you look old too.
“My lady,” he says sweetly, and you smile at him, sliding in, and there Gojo was across from you, long arms spread across the backs of the seat, his head resting back so that his throat was exposed.
His head snaps down, and he looks right at you, no sunglasses, only those pretty blue eyes, the pouty pink lips parted. You tense, prepared for some lewd comment or rude one, but he’s quiet – blinking those white spiky lashes, arms sliding down as Kiyotaka shuts the door, his gaze taking you in ever so slowly.
Achingly slow, as if he had all the time in the world. You felt yourself holding your breath as it lazily traveled down and back up your body, clutching your little black evening bag tightly.
“You look…” He trails off, shaking his head a bit.
How does Gojo say how good you look?
Since when is Satoru Gojo tongue tied like this? And he is tongue tied, you’re so pretty tonight he can hardly catch his heart from racing, so effortlessly beautiful always in your business suits, but he’s never seen you like this. Twenty sixth birthday and he came up with excuses to make you come with him.
Yeah, Satoru knows it’s your birthday.
He came up with the idea to ‘need you’ like the selfish little shit he is, like he comes up with every idea ever, random things he knows damn well he can do himself, but why would he? When he can look at his pretty assistant constantly, hear her angry sigh and smell whatever body spray she has sprtized on her?
Satoru Gojo was a dick, and he knows it.
“Thank you for the dress,” you say softly, as he just… stares.
“Of course, consider it my birthday gift,” he smirks then, as if he’s composed himself. “You look…”
Beautiful.
Gorgeous.
Ethereal.
“Really fucking hot.”
Really Satoru, can’t come up with anything better?
You giggle at that – not beautiful or breathtaking, but would that really be something Gojo would say? No, you’ll take it. “Thank you, the dress is so beautiful.”
“Your body is that banging and you hide it like that?” He was somehow right next to you suddenly, ever the sneaky little jerk, and you tremble a bit at the nearness. “I should reprimand you, as your boss ya know.”
You roll your eyes and snort. “I can’t dress like this at work, Gojo.”
“You sure the fuck can. I’m the boss, I say so,” his fingertips trailed down your shoulder, and it sends tingles through your body, making you even more irritated at him. Why is he so close? “I’m buying you an entire new wardrobe.”
“The fuck you are, I like to be professional, unlike you,” you smack his hand off errantly, and your bare shoulder grows cold without the touch, goosebumps laid out in a network across your skin.
“You do really look good,” you take in his outfit, a black tux which fit his slim muscles perfectly – It was some shit Bruce Wayne would wear at one of his charity auctions.
Maybe Gojo was some rich superhero or villain. It would fit.
“You do too,” you murmur softly. “You always do.”
“I know,” Satoru winks at you as you roll your eyes.
Conceited ass Satoru.
He’s leaning forward to snatch up champagne, brushing against you far too intimately, you hold your breath and jerk just a bit when he pops it, pouring you each a pretty flute full. You take one, letting the bubbles tickle your nose, sipping the tart drink, moaning softly and shutting your eyes.
“Delicious,” you lick your lower lip and find him a breath away once more. You don’t move, but you’re frozen in place, confused as he looks at you like he never has. “Satoru?”
“Are you really thinking of quitting?” He asks then, his voice breaking, eyes gone dark. You have never seen Gojo like this.
You blink just a bit, taking a breath. “Uh… how did you know?”
“I know everything, baby girl,” he gently runs his long fingers through your hair, a rare frown on his lips.
“Baby girl? What the heck, Satoru… Yes I was thinking of it, and seducing me is not going to change my mind. Is that the point of this?” You demand, irritated, and against your better judgement, fucking horny.
Fuck Gojo – not literally.
His eyes study your own seriously now, jaw setting. “If that was my intention, you’d damn sure know.”
Your breaths come faster, every word was pouring like honey from his tongue, his hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head back ever so slightly to look up at him – making your mind race.
Imagine him pulling it when you…
Satoru’s imagining it right now, pulling your hair as you suck his cock down your loud little mouth, fucking your throat till it’s sore and you can’t talk the next day. Filthy images as the strands card through his fingers, and you scowl up at him, your hands clenched into fists against his chest, on the material of his dress shirt.
God you’re pretty.
“Oh, would I?” You challenge him, god you always do, notching your chin up a bit, Satoru laughs without humor.
“How many women have you heard me fuck in my office, hmm?” You swallow nervously, eyes narrowing. “How many have you had to send home for me? You think I don’t know how to fuck you dumb if I wanted to? Think I couldn’t rail your pretty cunt so hard you squirt all over me? Oh sweetheart, you wouldn’t even be able to walk when I finished with you.”
Gojo’s filthy fucking whisper was against your lips, it’s goddamn diabolical how he talks, you could taste the champagne sweet on his breath, mixed with his mints he constantly sucks on, your mouth almost salivates in his proximity. He wasn’t touching you, but he was so close you could feel him, those images running rampant.
“I won’t fuck you though, so what’s the point of even joking about it!? You don’t want me anyway. Not your type,” he snorts at that, one of his big hands on your waist, touching the bare skin on your back and wreaking havoc on every sense you’ve ever had.
“You know my type?”
“I sure do,” his thumb brushes underneath your breast, an action that makes your nipples tighten, aching as they press against the sequined gown. Damn if his gaze didn’t drop down, noticing the peaks and humming to himself.
“The women who entertain me,” his fingers move in little circles against your ribcage, eyes shooting back up to yours. “They aren’t necessarily my type.”
“Hmm,” it’s difficult to focus, you sip your champagne, leaning back a bit, but Gojo’s grip stays, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. “It doesn’t matter, you’re just talking out of your ass. Too much cocaine tonight?”
His grip tightens, and it makes you gasp, looking up at his darkened eyes in the dim light of the limo. “I haven’t had any, I’m just pretty fucking irritated my best assistant wants to leave. You’re ungrateful.”
“Ungrateful!” You snort at that, tossing back the champagne and grabbing at his hand, his wrist, tugging at it. “How the fuck, Satoru? I literally do everything for you!”
“And I pay you damn good!”
“I know,” you scowl up at him. “Guess what? I’d rather be broke somewhere than do sixteen hour days. It’s my damn birthday and here I am!”
Satoru scoffs and your fingers itch to smack him. “As if you really had plans. You have no friends and no life.”
“Bullshit,” you grit your teeth, shoving at his hard chest. “That’s because I have no damn time to make any! You think I wouldn’t have a boyfriend or something by now?”
“Maybe that’s your problem, why you’re so bitchy and stuck up all the damn time. You need to get fucked good.”
You slap him then. Slap your Boss.
Slap Gojo Satoru.
His hand catches your wrist, long fingers wrapping it tightly, pale cheek just blooming pink from your mark, your hand stings from the hit, breath making your chest rise and fall as his lips curve down.
“Ring a little true, sweetheart?”
“I can get fucked if I want, any time thank you very much,” you yank your hand back and shake it out.
“I didn’t say that, clearly you can get fucked,” his voice deepens, as he imagines all the ways he’d have you. “It’s just you don’t even want to, and you blame it on my hours, as if you were the type to fuck around.”
“I’d fuck Nanami Kento if I had any damn time,” Gojo’s eyes widen at that, brows raised. “Yep. Sure would, he’s handsome – oh and he remembered my birthday. If either of us had time I sure would, so does that answer it for you?”
Your heart beats in your chest, brutally, the thudding loud in your ears as the blood rushes through at the statement, and Gojo’s grip on your waist tightens. “You would fuck… Nanami Kento?”
Ah, you made him mad – Good.
“Who wouldn’t? He’s hot,” you shrug casually, smiling all fucking mean at him now.
“Out of anyone in the office?” He asks, voice quiet – this side of Gojo no one ever really sees, when he’s utterly jealous, unhinged and insane.
You make him this way.
“Mmhmm,” you answer, then he smirks.
“Including me?”
You open your mouth to say yes, but you know it’s not fucking true. Of course you’d have fucked Gojo, if he wasn’t a dick boss, if he was just a man…
Look at him, who wouldn’t?
“Cat got your tongue?” His free hand catches your chin, forcing your gaze to his.
You swallow nervously, licking your lips and drawing his attention to them. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No… not including you, fuck is that what you want to hear? That I’m not blind? Of course you’re attractive, and you know it, stupid!”
He scoffs. “You’re childish.”
“Me, childish!? You are!” You shove at him again, and he lets you go, you take a greedy breath and down more champagne. “It changes nothing, I am planning to leave. I will find a replacement, someone even better than me.”
“There is no one better,” his voice sounds so damn hurt – it sounds sincere, a rare thing for Gojo, emotion cracking in his voice as he downs his own glass and looks away from you.
“You think what, fucking me will keep me as your damn assistant?”
“It’s worth a shot, I’m the best fuck there is,” you scoff at that, Satoru just shrugs, some of that casual, conceited demeanor coming back, and you wanted to yell at your body for its reaction.
“It won’t happen,” you say firmly now. He smiles.
“Yeah? Why?”
“You’re my boss!”
“But you’re leaving.”
“I…” Fuck him.
“Hmm? You seem at a loss for words,” you scowl, looking out the window as the lights flickered by, setting down your drink and crossing your arms.
“Are we there yet?”
He laughs now. “See? Childish.”
“Says you!”
“You need a good orgasm, or ten. Get you to be less of a stuck up nag,” you gasp at his audacity, turning back and seeing his mean little grin.
“I do not! And I am not stuck up!”
“You do, and you are.”
“I orgasm plenty, thanks!” You feel your body on fire at that, and Gojo couldn’t look more satisfied, like the Cheshire fucking cat, the grin as wide as it could go, running his hand through his silken white locks that fall a little too perfect.
“Oh, do tell, pretty little assistant,” he practically purrs those words, leaning forward. “I’m dying to know how.”
“Cut the shit, Satoru,” you roll your eyes at him. “You’ve never talked like this in the years I’ve worked with you, where the fuck do you get off?”
“I get off on women, or in their mouths…” He shrugs like the little slut he is, enjoying your open mouth, once again lost for words.
“You know I did not mean that!” You hiss.
“Where do you get off? On a dildo maybe,” you blink, eyebrows low in a scowl, wanting to hit him again. “No, don’t look the type. Maybe a rose toy. Hmm… or just these little things.”
Gojo lifts your hand, ridiculously small in his own grip – the man has five inch fingers or more, you swear, and the touch alone is ruining you – the sight of your hand swallowed by him.
“They don’t hit deep enough, do they?” His whisper is so damn cocky, you can’t stand him.
Can’t stand thinking of his fingers inside you.
You’re breathless, as he holds out his own hand against yours, fingers so fucking long they rivaled the length of men you’ve been with. Likely larger than the couple of dudes in college, which was about all of your experience, Gojo’s probably done more in a night that you have – slutty ass CEO Nepo baby that he is.
“I… you…” You want to cuss him out, quit right then.
You should quit!
You also want his fingers inside your now soaking wet cunt.
Fuck him.
“I could get you off, put you in a good mood,” his hand takes your own, putting it right between your thighs, making you whimper. “We don’t have to fuck for that, there are so many ways I can keep my pretty assistant happy.”
“Why… are you…act- acting like this?” You manage to breathe out, but you have no energy to move away from him, or shove his hand off. – because if you were being honest with yourself, you’d love to fuck your frustration out on him.
“Maybe I realize how much I need you to stay as my assistant,” Gojo’s plump lips kiss down your jaw, his hand gently pressing yours against your soppy little cunt over those panties, moaning in your ear. “Is my assistant already so hot for me? Are you that easy to get wet?”
You bite your lower lip, feeling your own fingers led by his brush over your soaking wet panties. “F-fuck off…” It’s a whisper, a pathetic one at that – you want it, and you hate him.
You hate that your walls are just pulsing around nothing, that your clit is eagerly twitching against your joined fingers through the barrier of your panties, that the moan of your name from his lips against your ear made you wonder what he sounded like when he came.
Gojo slides his own finger against your panties for a brief moment as he moves yours – pausing, moaning again in that slutty way he does – pulling back to look at you.
You’re so fucking wet, all Satoru can do is imagine burying his face, letting you use him – every time he pisses you off you could push him to his knees and spread those pretty thighs, You could make him lick, kiss, taste your pretty cunt as his endless apologies, as he drags his fingertip higher, and uses his more than yours, he watches you.
You were so gorgeous like this.
“Fuck,” he whispers, something was just different about you. Gojo with women was always so self assured, but something about touching you has him vulnerable, when his long finger presses against the damp sticky fabric, just grazing your clit. “Sweetheart…”
He shouldn’t talk like that, look like that, you’re arching your hips up, and his fingertip is running up up slightly, pressing more firmly, your hand grips his collar, tugging him close. You’re dumb to do this, to roll your hips and whine all needy, watching as his eyes go black.
Gojo’s lips were just a breath away…
“We’re here, Sir, my Lady,” Kiyotaka’s voice has you both realize the limo had stopped.
Fuck.
You two shoot apart, and you struggle to catch your breath, adjusting your dress hastily, gulping down one more glass for good measure. Gojo turns and adjusts his pants, tugging his cock up into his waist band so he wouldn’t have a bulge at this damn event – not even looking at you.
How can he look at you without sinking to his knees and begging you to coat his face right now?
He turns back and clears his throat, you curse softly when you finally notice his tie is all fucked up.
“You can’t tie properly, Satoru,” you murmur, leaning over to him, pulling it apart gently and re-tying it until it’s perfect. You notice his Adam's apple bob up and down, and he’s shockingly quiet, just looking at you.
Gojo Satoru, quiet.
“There,” your hands linger, your eyes darting up to his lips once more.
“Thanks,” he says gruffly, and your eyes meet, the two of you at a loss for words in the quiet of the limo.
What the fuck just happened?
Kiyotaka opens the door, exposing you both gratefully to some cool night air, and you get out, curious just how the fuck this birthday night was going to go.
loves i'm dying to hear what you think ahhhh! ofc i'll always love the original and keep that up but I'm excited for this <3
Artist Note: idk, i thought about this for most of the day and needed to get it out of my system, at first i planned on doing headcannons but then i blacked out thinking about sylus and wrote way too much for his. so these will be all be longer. also requests are open! —ੈ✩‧₊˚
Tagged: @luckylittlepaw
sylus —ੈ✩‧₊˚
wc: 2.1k
warnings: smut, orgasm denial, pussy eating, squirting, fingering, sylus uses his evol as restraints, pussy spanking, crying
tw/cw ༝ 0.5k wc, smooth talker johnny, usage of pet names (sweetheart, baby), suggestive, he is so flirty it has me giggling and kicking my feet, making out. if you would like to make me happy just send me johnny fics & pics <333
neighbor! johnny that can be found, hanging out in the front yard, lengthy body glistening in the sun with shades over his eyes, resting on a beach chair with mark and yuta. he watches a moving truck enter the private community, parking in the driveway of the home directly next to his. curiosity peaked, it was a surprise to find you, a rather young looking individual, in a community filled with older ones, moving all your boxes into the house yourself.
neighbor! johnny who shares no hesitance in providing assistance, introducing himself. how could a cute little thing such as yourself be doing this all alone? with a flash of his smile, and a few words, johnny’s charm took its effect. he’s still got it. he’s such a good talker. every hour you spent putting your belongings inside, he’s engaging in conversation, making you laugh and wonder why are guys like this so rare to find? it’s the bare minimum, you tell yourself, forcing your heart and mind to ignore any rushed feelings that might arise for this man.
“what’s your name, sweetheart?” he grins, leaning against the frame of your door. the sun has set, yuta has left, mark had gone inside and all your belongings were safely stored.
he listens carefully, watching your lips move, repeating the name to himself a few times, “well, y/n, i wanna come over tomorrow to help with the rest of this, is that okay?”
neighbor! johnny that keeps his promise of coming over the next day, heading to you as soon as he got off work. you don’t question the absence of mark and yuta, secretly yearning for some time alone. he’ll get you a bottle of liquor he stole from work as a first souvenir for your home, encouraging that you have some together.
“wanna taste?” he’ll joke (not rlly), seething as he swallows and pointing to his lips. they’re lightly coated in the alcohol, resembling a gloss. only making them look more tempting to taste. yes, you think. you want to so so badly but fight every voice that tells you to do so and bite down on your bottom lip, shaking your head with a laugh.
neighbor! johnny who encourages you to succumb to your urges, trapping you in the corner of your kitchen. your back is pressed against the counter, breath rate on the rise as you could feel his body heat surround your space. it’s criminal how good he smells.
“come on, just a taste,” he’ll grin. stop. don’t make that face, “i promise i won’t bite, baby.” fuck it.
neighbor! johnny that finally gets to mold his lips against yours, one hand finding loose placement around your neck whilst the other digs under your shirt, squeezing desperately at the skin. it’s funny, really. how quick you’ve got him ready to touch you in ways that no other person has and how quick you’re whining under his lanky frame, making him wonder how long its been since someone has had you like this. his lips nibble up the skin of your jaw, reaching the sensitive skin of your ear, “let’s take this back to my place.”
omg congrats (*^◯^*) 🎉 could we get aki or kishibe (whoever u choose) corrupting their inexperienced partner
⌨️ fae responds: answering this over a week late,,, i am so sorry. thank you very much !!! figured that i might as well finally attempt writing kishibe for this one (he’s so scary).
content — 18+, minors do not interact. nsfw, f!reader.
warnings — age gap, corruption, light degradation.
Yes— Kishibe has many years on you.
Years of living a life you can barely fathom and keeping too many beds to count on both of his scarred, calloused hands warm. And although your age gap rarely, if ever, bothers you… there are certain times where it becomes so blatant that he knows more than you ever will. Specifically about your body, as embarrassing as it may sound.
Because he knows all of those little things and telltale signs better than you, and it drives you up a fucking wall. From the way your face scrunches up, to the change in pitch of your voice when you’re about to cum.
Not to mention how tight your snug cunt hugs around his fingers or cock. He has them committed to memory, etched into his heart even. And he’ll happily watch you fall apart, letting the words “that’s it— cream f’me, sweet thing” roll off of his cheap whiskey flavored tongue.
It’s no secret that you’ve never felt pleasure like this before.
Kishibe can’t imagine you getting much done with those dainty, incapable fingers of yours. Maybe one day he’ll have to tease some answers out of you, about how you used to play with your pretty pussy before he came along.
You can’t reach as deep as him, cant rub up on those spots that snatch the air out of your lungs and make you see stars ‘n sparkles when you close your eyes. He thinks it’s amusing when you grab at him and try your hardest to cling at whatever can ground you. It’s as if you need him to breathe properly, and you think you do sometimes.
He grins, leaning in and kissing the swell of your heated cheek before he whispers— making sure you can hear him real good, “You’re lucky you’re so cute, y’know. It makes up for you being such a slut.”
warnings. MATURE. explicit sex, unprotected sex (BE SMART IRL N WRAP IT] yandere themes, praise, marking, overstimulation, kissing, biting, rough toji, TOXIC!TOJI, lovesick toji, sadistic undertones, mentions of crying, he calls you pretty like 100 times lmao, bipolar!toji. mdni.
disclaimer: this is purely fictional and this is NOT a healthy relationship so please please do NOT ROMANTICISE THIS BEHAVIOUR! triggering themes, viewer discretion is advised!
note. lmao my first explicit smut… i don’t know how I’m feeling about this though…. haha I’m a rookie when it comes to smut so…. don’t expect much!!!! enjoy!!!
“baby don’t be like that now.” He whispers into your ear, his hot breath fanning right over your neck as you shiver, feeling his large palms dragging down your body,
You can’t speak, he’s too intense for you to handle. The pad of his thumb is pressed against your cheek as you steal a quick glance at his face.
He’s a gorgeous man.
His grey orbs are hazy with lust, a dark hue in them, it makes your skin feel icky. You barely notice when his thumbs travels over to your lip, caressing the meat softly.
His fingers are dangerously close to your mouth.
“You look so cute when you pout like this, baby.” He chuckles, “how’re you so fuckin’ pretty hmm?” He leans down to press a kiss on your lips, it’s a quick peck but you can feel yourself getting closer to your high.
“my pretty baby. the prettiest ever!” He groans, burying himself deeper into you, you whimper, his praise is making you feel dizzy.
“You should look at yourself, fuck you’re so pretty that I’m almost not angry at you.”
“could eat you up whole,” he grits his teeth to stop his moaning when he feels you tightening around him, it feels so good.
“Ha you like this huh, baby?” He teases you, you can’t help but mewl when he pinches your nipple gently. “S-Stop!” You are not sure if you mean it though, it almost comes out of your mouth reluctantly, he notices immediately.
“Stop? You want me to stop? I’m not sure if that’s the truth, sweetheart because you’re clenching so hard around me like a slut.” He can be mean, your cheeks feel so hot.
“Yn baby, you wan’to to cum?” He is now merciless with the way he’s fucking you, you want to resist but he makes it so hard.
“can’t hear ya,” your husband is a cruel man, but he fucks you so good that you feel stupid. “y-yes please!” You close your eyes when he lifts your chin up when you try to look down.
Bastard.
“What was it huh? Couldn’t hear you clearly.” He repeats himself once again, nuzzling his face into your neck.
You feel the coldness of his teeth graze your skin.
“You don’t get to cum sweetheart? Do ya know why?” He slams into you so hard that your vision blurs, a loud moan escapes your mouth before you can realise.
“Because you’ve been so bad to me, ignoring me like I’m nothin’ to you?” He’s brutal, Toji bites your neck, sucking on the skin, you know he’s marking you.
He’s so fucking cruel.
“You’re mine, my pretty baby, my fuckin slut!” He growls, his tone is thick, you want to cry because it’s getting too much for you to control.
“P-Please toji!” You beg your husband but he doesn’t respond, his tongue feels so soothing when he licks up his fresh mark on your neck.
“Please what?”
You’re so dizzy with pleasure right now, it hurts but it feels so good.
“You wanna cum? Then tell me who fucks you so good like this huh? Who owns you?”
GENRE. smut, office!au, unprotected sex, degradation, humiliation, choking, biting, marking, slapping, spitting, name calling, fingering, grinding, enemies to fuck buddies type of scene
WORDS. 2,722
WARNINGS. heeseung's an asshole. reader's pushing his buttons on purpose. they're stuck in a cramped storeroom. kinda an intense read so please read at your own discretion. 18+ content, minors do not interact, i am not responsible for your media consumption.
SYNOPSIS. after accidentally locking yourself inside a store room with your arrogant supervisor heeseung, you find yourself passing the time by pushing his buttons, so much so that he gives in to your desires and decides to show you your place.
A/N. firstly, thanks for 1.3k followers! i really appreciate the support. secondly, i absolutely love this trope. it is a bit toxic but i just think it's so hot and i had to write something about it. this is common for all my works but this does not represent the real heeseung in any way, shape or form. we all know he's nothing like this and it indeed the sweetest angel ever lmao. reblogs and feedback are more than appreciated. please don't be shy to do either. requests are open in case you would like to read something similar (or different). thank you for taking the time to read this fic and i hope you like it!
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"sometimes i wonder why my boss assigns me to you of all people and－why are you smiling?"
if you were to answer heeseung's frustrated question truthfully, you would tell him it was because you both were locked inside a cramped storeroom together. but you had a feeling saying that would only piss him off even more.
"all you had to do was hold the fucking door open. how hard is it for you to stay in one damn place for five minutes?" even in the dark you could see the steam rising off his head. his brows and mouth were lamented in a frown, a sight that made your knees weak.
heeseung was always cross with you, so this was nothing new. he always acted like you were a burden and hated when he had to supervise you. he was pretty mean to the other interns too, but the others confirmed that you got it worse than any of them, and no one had a single clue why.
"i can't believe this cheap ass company can't even afford a proper doorknob or working lights. i wouldn't have to deal with this shit if they stopped pinching pennies all the fucking time."
heeseung seemed extra irritated today, and as much as you liked it, for the first time, you were a little startled. he flung the stack of papers he had been in pursuit of to the side, letting them cascade to the ground. hands balled into fists at his side, he kicked away the plastic container that had toppled off one of the shelves while he was looking for the papers.
"can we not call someone to come help us?" you asked, speaking as cautiously as you possibly could. heeseung shot you a glare regardless, applauding you sarcastically with a scoff. "there's no fucking reception in here shit head. do you think i'm stupid not to have done that?"
your phone was back on your desk, so you wouldn't have known. his words stung but you liked it. he was always such an asshole to you, and you loved it. heeseung was convinced you got under his nerves on purpose, and there may have been some truth to that assumption.
"what should we do then?" you asked, not really minding being holed up in the room with your latest crush. "shut up," heeseung deadpanned, not in the mood to entertain your curiosity.
"i was just asking," you defended, not because you were offended, but really because you wanted to mess with him. heeseung scoffed, staring at you with a fake smile. "look around, if you can even see two feet in front of yourself, and tell me what the fuck we can do other than wait for someone to find us in here."
you couldn't help but snicker at the way he ultimately answered your question. heeseung didn't seem to like that. "you think this is fucking funny? i have better shit to do right now but i can't because you're a fucking klutz." scowling in irritancy, he loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
the air inside the storeroom was staring to get stuffy. there wasn't really any ventilation inside, which was odd considering there were so many important papers stored there.
your heart was hammering in your chest for all the wrong reasons. heeseung was pissed off and you were getting turned on by it. pushing his buttons was such a bad idea, but there was really nothing else for you to do while you waited.
"you seem like you have a lot of pent up frustration. have you ever tried yoga or meditation? i feel like that could help you be less...grouchy."
"you're the problem here y/n. my pent up frustration is all because of you and your tendency to fuck shit up wherever you go. have you ever considered acting your fucking age? i can't let you out of my sight for two fucking seconds before you go and create more inconveniences for me." heeseung wasn't having it. he was cribbing as if he hadn't had enough time to jack off before coming to work. it was amusing.
"that's a shame. i really look up to you mr. lee. i was hoping i could join your team after i graduate." you tried to hide your mischievous smile from him, but it was useless. heeseung cracked his knuckles, poking his cheek with his tongue before sauntering up to you. "what did you call me?" he sneered, knowing he had instructed you and the other interns specifically not to address him by his last name like that. he didn't consider any of you his colleagues and hence forbid you from referring to him as such.
you looked at him from behind your lashes, knowing your fingers were now actively ticking his buttons. "isn't that what i'll call you when we start working together full time?"
heeseung grabbed your chin, tugging your face inches away from his. "what the fuck makes a worthless, useless, klutz like you think you're good enough to work with me? i suggest you rethink your shitty little goals and dream smaller." heeseung didn't care that he was going against his task of inspiring you to be a hard worker and getting into this company. he knew he would be better off without you around to mess something up every other minute.
"because i think you're scared of competition and that's why you pretend to hate me so much." in all honesty, you had pulled that straight out of your ass. there was no way you were anywhere near competition for heeseung. you both knew he was a million times more skilled than you could even be, and that wasn't just because he had a few years worth of experience over you.
heeseung snickered condescendingly. "the stupid little lamb likes to joke eh? you will aways be beneath me. so you better know your fucking place, or i'll just have to fuck it into that hollow skull of yours."
you bit your lip, nearly moaning at his words. "what a sadistic slut. you like it when i treat you like shit, don't you?" heeseung could see right through you. he grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, catching the corners of your lips in the midst of a smile. pushing you up against the wall, he tore your blouse open with his other hand, tugging your bra down so he could slap your tits to humiliate you. "what a dirty, dirty, dirty, whore you are y/n. you're skin's fucking burning to the touch. i bet you're just a pool of slick down there, no?"
you pressed your hands flat against the wall, watching your fantasies unravel before you. heeseung crashed his lips onto yours, giving you no time to kiss him back before tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away. "take off your pants. let me see just how horny you are."
you fumbled with the buttons on your trousers, hands jittering with excitement and adrenaline. you pushed them down to your knees, but were too late to get to your panties. heeseung grabbed a fistful of the cotton fabric and tore it straight off your body, letting the ruined garment fall just like the papers he had strewn across the room.
two calloused fingers dipped straight into your folds and returned completely coated in thick, sticky arousal. heeseung rubbed the fluid between his fingers, wrapping his hand around your throat instead. he pressed the slick covered digits against your lips, prompting you to part them. you did as he wanted and moaned as he wiped his fingers clean on your tongue.
"disgusting bitch," he muttered under his breath, spitting on his digits before shoving them inside your walls. given how wet you were plus the lifetime's worth of fingering you had done (courtesy of heeseung making you horny day after day) his fingers slid in like butter. his thumb began massaging your clit as he pumped his digits within you. you threw your head back against the wall, feeling his grip around your neck tighten as you let out strained moans.
"i'm getting my hands dirty because of you, klutz," he spat, biting your earlobe. you wanted to touch him, but the second you laid hands on him, he barked at you to keep them to yourself. "don't think i'm doing this for my own enjoyment you little cocksucker. i just don't want you panting like a bitch in heat while we wait for someone to come rescue us because of your stupidity."
your walls clenched around his fingers, loving the way he degraded you. heeseung released your neck and struck you clean across the cheek before you could regain your composure. for a second, you went completely limp, absolutely stunned by the realization that he had just slapped you. the sting hurt more than his brutal insults, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.
"i can't believe this is the shit you dream about every time you come to work. you're never gonna be anything more than a dumb office whore that everyone's gonna use when they need a break from working. you're nothing but a set of holes and it's all you'll ever be good for, klutz." heeseung's nails dug into your tits, pinching your nipples hard enough to leave small crescents in your skin.
heeseung stepped away from you, taking a minute to slide his belt out of his trousers. he looped the thick leather around his palm and unzipped his pants to pull his cock out. "if you don't get me hard in the next minute, i'm choking you with this," he warned, waving his belt while stepping back towards you. you really wanted to suck him off. but you pussy was throbbing so loud you felt like it was summoning his cock between your legs to relieve it.
you had to stand on your toes so you could rub his cock against your folds. you held his shaft, grinding your warm cunt down on it to create the most delicious friction ever. heeseung was seething at the pleasure, hating how wanted to be stuffed balls deep inside you now.
he didn't even wait the full minute. pushing you back up against the wall, he unravelled his belt and loosely tied it around your neck even though he was hard as a rock. "here's a little leash for you since you're such a slutty bitch."
you gripped the leather, staring at him with glossed over eyes. heeseung pulled an empty rolling shelf towards you and made you get on it so that he didn't have to hold you up to fuck you. he spread your legs and slapped your inner thighs repeatedly until you stopped shutting them closed. "that's right you klutz. don't hide that filthy pussy from me."
he tapped his dick against your pussy, feeling your walls clench desperately around nothing. "you don't even deserve this," he said, dipping his cockhead in and out of you teasingly. "i can't believe you're saying all this shit but still willingly settling for less. you seem more desperate than i am," you jabbed back at the one moment where you could actually think coherently.
heeseung tugged the belt tighter around your neck as if to reprimand you for the snarky comment. "yeah but then you made my dick hard, didn't ya?" he replied, pulling your hips forward so he slide into you with ease.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he entered you. heeseung's cock felt like everything you had ever imagined and more. his length had a slight curve to it which poked just the right spot when he filled you all the way. his balls weren't the heaviest, but they still felt nice pressed up against your ass.
"i'm gonna ruin that pussy. make it filthier than it's ever been," he whispered, slowly grinding his cock in and out of you. pursing your lips, you stared straight into his eyes so that he knew you could take whatever he gave you. you were up for any challenge at this point because there was nothing he could do that wouldn't feel good.
"well i highly doubt you're gonna get there if you keep fucking me like a little bitch," you taunted, earning another slap across the face. "what did i tell you about knowing your fucking place, klutz?" his voice was bitter and loathing. he pulled the belt around your neck so tight that you couldn't talk anymore, and started snapping his hips into you.
the cart you were seated on was so unstable, you felt like it was going to tip over if he fucked you any harder. heeseung let go of the belt and held your legs wide open, sending you spiraling into a coughing fit before you could suck in a deep breath of air. angry grunts left his gritted teeth as he fucked all his frustration out on you. you wondered if his demeanor would change even slightly once he was done using you.
"keep them fucking spread," he demanded, letting of your legs so he could play with your nipples. he pinched and rubbed them, tugging at them to make your clit tingle. you reached a hand between your legs and started rubbing yourself as he fucked you, needing to take care of the unbearable pounding in your clit.
"give my cock a bath in all your dirty juices you klutz. that's the only thing you're good for," he said, sending a ball of spit gliding down your cunt. it only made things extra slippery. heeseung lost control of his speed, going faster than he wanted to. the cart's wheels stumbled backward, ramming your shoulder into the wall. heeseung snickered somewhat apologetically, giving you the first and probably only sliver of sympathy he possessed.
the belt around your neck had loosened up significantly, setting your moans free. your jaw hung open, a jukebox of cries and whines that heeseung's dick was operating. he bent down to send another ball of spit onto your tongue, watching intently as you nearly choked while swallowing it.
"holy fuck, heeseung- i'm gonna cum," you screamed, squirming over his dick. heeseung pushed your knees up to your chest, pounding his cock deeper and deeper into you. you could feel him all the way in your gut, the pleasure of which was too overwhelming.
you were rubbing yourself furiously fast, about ready to squirt on his shirt. heeseung bent down to roll your nipple between his tongue, pushing you to your orgasm.
slamming his cock into you, heeseung gave your climax a warm welcome. face screwed in pleasure, you patted your clit, taming the intensity of your orgasm as heeseung rode it out for you.
he gradually slowed his thrusts, slipping his cock out of your drenched cunt once you had come down from your high. "what about you?" you asked, breathless and shaken up. "as long as you know your fucking place now, i'm fine," he chastised, pulling his pants back up as if his cock wasn't just harder than a rock. you were baffled by his sudden composure, but you said nothing further. you had finally fucked the man of your dreams, and there was nothing much you really wanted besides that.
you slipped your tattered underwear off your legs and pulled your pants up over your swollen pussy. you assessed the damage heeseung had down to your blows, a bit disappointed since it was one of the more expensive ones you owned. perhaps this was the price of hooking up with your crush. after all, the universe didn't just hand out free favors.
"you lost control with me today, didn't you?" you teased him after you were done tidying up. heeseung eyed you up and down. "you really ticked me off. couldn't just let you get away with it now, could i?"
you grinned triumphantly. even if heeseung felt like he had successfully proved his point, it was clear that you had been the real winner here. no matter what names he called you or how much he claimed to resent you, now you both knew that you had a handle on him, and you were never letting go.
GENRE. smut, office!au, unprotected sex, degradation, humiliation, choking, biting, marking, slapping, spitting, name calling, fingering, grinding, enemies to fuck buddies type of scene
WORDS. 2,722
WARNINGS. heeseung's an asshole. reader's pushing his buttons on purpose. they're stuck in a cramped storeroom. kinda an intense read so please read at your own discretion. 18+ content, minors do not interact, i am not responsible for your media consumption.
SYNOPSIS. after accidentally locking yourself inside a store room with your arrogant supervisor heeseung, you find yourself passing the time by pushing his buttons, so much so that he gives in to your desires and decides to show you your place.
A/N. firstly, thanks for 1.3k followers! i really appreciate the support. secondly, i absolutely love this trope. it is a bit toxic but i just think it's so hot and i had to write something about it. this is common for all my works but this does not represent the real heeseung in any way, shape or form. we all know he's nothing like this and it indeed the sweetest angel ever lmao. reblogs and feedback are more than appreciated. please don't be shy to do either. requests are open in case you would like to read something similar (or different). thank you for taking the time to read this fic and i hope you like it!
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"sometimes i wonder why my boss assigns me to you of all people and－why are you smiling?"
if you were to answer heeseung's frustrated question truthfully, you would tell him it was because you both were locked inside a cramped storeroom together. but you had a feeling saying that would only piss him off even more.
"all you had to do was hold the fucking door open. how hard is it for you to stay in one damn place for five minutes?" even in the dark you could see the steam rising off his head. his brows and mouth were lamented in a frown, a sight that made your knees weak.
heeseung was always cross with you, so this was nothing new. he always acted like you were a burden and hated when he had to supervise you. he was pretty mean to the other interns too, but the others confirmed that you got it worse than any of them, and no one had a single clue why.
"i can't believe this cheap ass company can't even afford a proper doorknob or working lights. i wouldn't have to deal with this shit if they stopped pinching pennies all the fucking time."
heeseung seemed extra irritated today, and as much as you liked it, for the first time, you were a little startled. he flung the stack of papers he had been in pursuit of to the side, letting them cascade to the ground. hands balled into fists at his side, he kicked away the plastic container that had toppled off one of the shelves while he was looking for the papers.
"can we not call someone to come help us?" you asked, speaking as cautiously as you possibly could. heeseung shot you a glare regardless, applauding you sarcastically with a scoff. "there's no fucking reception in here shit head. do you think i'm stupid not to have done that?"
your phone was back on your desk, so you wouldn't have known. his words stung but you liked it. he was always such an asshole to you, and you loved it. heeseung was convinced you got under his nerves on purpose, and there may have been some truth to that assumption.
"what should we do then?" you asked, not really minding being holed up in the room with your latest crush. "shut up," heeseung deadpanned, not in the mood to entertain your curiosity.
"i was just asking," you defended, not because you were offended, but really because you wanted to mess with him. heeseung scoffed, staring at you with a fake smile. "look around, if you can even see two feet in front of yourself, and tell me what the fuck we can do other than wait for someone to find us in here."
you couldn't help but snicker at the way he ultimately answered your question. heeseung didn't seem to like that. "you think this is fucking funny? i have better shit to do right now but i can't because you're a fucking klutz." scowling in irritancy, he loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
the air inside the storeroom was staring to get stuffy. there wasn't really any ventilation inside, which was odd considering there were so many important papers stored there.
your heart was hammering in your chest for all the wrong reasons. heeseung was pissed off and you were getting turned on by it. pushing his buttons was such a bad idea, but there was really nothing else for you to do while you waited.
"you seem like you have a lot of pent up frustration. have you ever tried yoga or meditation? i feel like that could help you be less...grouchy."
"you're the problem here y/n. my pent up frustration is all because of you and your tendency to fuck shit up wherever you go. have you ever considered acting your fucking age? i can't let you out of my sight for two fucking seconds before you go and create more inconveniences for me." heeseung wasn't having it. he was cribbing as if he hadn't had enough time to jack off before coming to work. it was amusing.
"that's a shame. i really look up to you mr. lee. i was hoping i could join your team after i graduate." you tried to hide your mischievous smile from him, but it was useless. heeseung cracked his knuckles, poking his cheek with his tongue before sauntering up to you. "what did you call me?" he sneered, knowing he had instructed you and the other interns specifically not to address him by his last name like that. he didn't consider any of you his colleagues and hence forbid you from referring to him as such.
you looked at him from behind your lashes, knowing your fingers were now actively ticking his buttons. "isn't that what i'll call you when we start working together full time?"
heeseung grabbed your chin, tugging your face inches away from his. "what the fuck makes a worthless, useless, klutz like you think you're good enough to work with me? i suggest you rethink your shitty little goals and dream smaller." heeseung didn't care that he was going against his task of inspiring you to be a hard worker and getting into this company. he knew he would be better off without you around to mess something up every other minute.
"because i think you're scared of competition and that's why you pretend to hate me so much." in all honesty, you had pulled that straight out of your ass. there was no way you were anywhere near competition for heeseung. you both knew he was a million times more skilled than you could even be, and that wasn't just because he had a few years worth of experience over you.
heeseung snickered condescendingly. "the stupid little lamb likes to joke eh? you will aways be beneath me. so you better know your fucking place, or i'll just have to fuck it into that hollow skull of yours."
you bit your lip, nearly moaning at his words. "what a sadistic slut. you like it when i treat you like shit, don't you?" heeseung could see right through you. he grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, catching the corners of your lips in the midst of a smile. pushing you up against the wall, he tore your blouse open with his other hand, tugging your bra down so he could slap your tits to humiliate you. "what a dirty, dirty, dirty, whore you are y/n. you're skin's fucking burning to the touch. i bet you're just a pool of slick down there, no?"
you pressed your hands flat against the wall, watching your fantasies unravel before you. heeseung crashed his lips onto yours, giving you no time to kiss him back before tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away. "take off your pants. let me see just how horny you are."
you fumbled with the buttons on your trousers, hands jittering with excitement and adrenaline. you pushed them down to your knees, but were too late to get to your panties. heeseung grabbed a fistful of the cotton fabric and tore it straight off your body, letting the ruined garment fall just like the papers he had strewn across the room.
two calloused fingers dipped straight into your folds and returned completely coated in thick, sticky arousal. heeseung rubbed the fluid between his fingers, wrapping his hand around your throat instead. he pressed the slick covered digits against your lips, prompting you to part them. you did as he wanted and moaned as he wiped his fingers clean on your tongue.
"disgusting bitch," he muttered under his breath, spitting on his digits before shoving them inside your walls. given how wet you were plus the lifetime's worth of fingering you had done (courtesy of heeseung making you horny day after day) his fingers slid in like butter. his thumb began massaging your clit as he pumped his digits within you. you threw your head back against the wall, feeling his grip around your neck tighten as you let out strained moans.
"i'm getting my hands dirty because of you, klutz," he spat, biting your earlobe. you wanted to touch him, but the second you laid hands on him, he barked at you to keep them to yourself. "don't think i'm doing this for my own enjoyment you little cocksucker. i just don't want you panting like a bitch in heat while we wait for someone to come rescue us because of your stupidity."
your walls clenched around his fingers, loving the way he degraded you. heeseung released your neck and struck you clean across the cheek before you could regain your composure. for a second, you went completely limp, absolutely stunned by the realization that he had just slapped you. the sting hurt more than his brutal insults, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.
"i can't believe this is the shit you dream about every time you come to work. you're never gonna be anything more than a dumb office whore that everyone's gonna use when they need a break from working. you're nothing but a set of holes and it's all you'll ever be good for, klutz." heeseung's nails dug into your tits, pinching your nipples hard enough to leave small crescents in your skin.
heeseung stepped away from you, taking a minute to slide his belt out of his trousers. he looped the thick leather around his palm and unzipped his pants to pull his cock out. "if you don't get me hard in the next minute, i'm choking you with this," he warned, waving his belt while stepping back towards you. you really wanted to suck him off. but you pussy was throbbing so loud you felt like it was summoning his cock between your legs to relieve it.
you had to stand on your toes so you could rub his cock against your folds. you held his shaft, grinding your warm cunt down on it to create the most delicious friction ever. heeseung was seething at the pleasure, hating how wanted to be stuffed balls deep inside you now.
he didn't even wait the full minute. pushing you back up against the wall, he unravelled his belt and loosely tied it around your neck even though he was hard as a rock. "here's a little leash for you since you're such a slutty bitch."
you gripped the leather, staring at him with glossed over eyes. heeseung pulled an empty rolling shelf towards you and made you get on it so that he didn't have to hold you up to fuck you. he spread your legs and slapped your inner thighs repeatedly until you stopped shutting them closed. "that's right you klutz. don't hide that filthy pussy from me."
he tapped his dick against your pussy, feeling your walls clench desperately around nothing. "you don't even deserve this," he said, dipping his cockhead in and out of you teasingly. "i can't believe you're saying all this shit but still willingly settling for less. you seem more desperate than i am," you jabbed back at the one moment where you could actually think coherently.
heeseung tugged the belt tighter around your neck as if to reprimand you for the snarky comment. "yeah but then you made my dick hard, didn't ya?" he replied, pulling your hips forward so he slide into you with ease.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he entered you. heeseung's cock felt like everything you had ever imagined and more. his length had a slight curve to it which poked just the right spot when he filled you all the way. his balls weren't the heaviest, but they still felt nice pressed up against your ass.
"i'm gonna ruin that pussy. make it filthier than it's ever been," he whispered, slowly grinding his cock in and out of you. pursing your lips, you stared straight into his eyes so that he knew you could take whatever he gave you. you were up for any challenge at this point because there was nothing he could do that wouldn't feel good.
"well i highly doubt you're gonna get there if you keep fucking me like a little bitch," you taunted, earning another slap across the face. "what did i tell you about knowing your fucking place, klutz?" his voice was bitter and loathing. he pulled the belt around your neck so tight that you couldn't talk anymore, and started snapping his hips into you.
the cart you were seated on was so unstable, you felt like it was going to tip over if he fucked you any harder. heeseung let go of the belt and held your legs wide open, sending you spiraling into a coughing fit before you could suck in a deep breath of air. angry grunts left his gritted teeth as he fucked all his frustration out on you. you wondered if his demeanor would change even slightly once he was done using you.
"keep them fucking spread," he demanded, letting of your legs so he could play with your nipples. he pinched and rubbed them, tugging at them to make your clit tingle. you reached a hand between your legs and started rubbing yourself as he fucked you, needing to take care of the unbearable pounding in your clit.
"give my cock a bath in all your dirty juices you klutz. that's the only thing you're good for," he said, sending a ball of spit gliding down your cunt. it only made things extra slippery. heeseung lost control of his speed, going faster than he wanted to. the cart's wheels stumbled backward, ramming your shoulder into the wall. heeseung snickered somewhat apologetically, giving you the first and probably only sliver of sympathy he possessed.
the belt around your neck had loosened up significantly, setting your moans free. your jaw hung open, a jukebox of cries and whines that heeseung's dick was operating. he bent down to send another ball of spit onto your tongue, watching intently as you nearly choked while swallowing it.
"holy fuck, heeseung- i'm gonna cum," you screamed, squirming over his dick. heeseung pushed your knees up to your chest, pounding his cock deeper and deeper into you. you could feel him all the way in your gut, the pleasure of which was too overwhelming.
you were rubbing yourself furiously fast, about ready to squirt on his shirt. heeseung bent down to roll your nipple between his tongue, pushing you to your orgasm.
slamming his cock into you, heeseung gave your climax a warm welcome. face screwed in pleasure, you patted your clit, taming the intensity of your orgasm as heeseung rode it out for you.
he gradually slowed his thrusts, slipping his cock out of your drenched cunt once you had come down from your high. "what about you?" you asked, breathless and shaken up. "as long as you know your fucking place now, i'm fine," he chastised, pulling his pants back up as if his cock wasn't just harder than a rock. you were baffled by his sudden composure, but you said nothing further. you had finally fucked the man of your dreams, and there was nothing much you really wanted besides that.
you slipped your tattered underwear off your legs and pulled your pants up over your swollen pussy. you assessed the damage heeseung had down to your blows, a bit disappointed since it was one of the more expensive ones you owned. perhaps this was the price of hooking up with your crush. after all, the universe didn't just hand out free favors.
"you lost control with me today, didn't you?" you teased him after you were done tidying up. heeseung eyed you up and down. "you really ticked me off. couldn't just let you get away with it now, could i?"
you grinned triumphantly. even if heeseung felt like he had successfully proved his point, it was clear that you had been the real winner here. no matter what names he called you or how much he claimed to resent you, now you both knew that you had a handle on him, and you were never letting go.
warnings: messy kissing, mentions of spit, some dry humping, oral (y/n receiving), implied exhibitionism. i know it just says “making out” on the lid, but all of these scenarios are pretty suggestive or include full-on smutty moments, so minors do not interact. gn reader.
this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.
heeseung
kissing is serious business to heeseung. he not only kisses you becaue it’s fun. no, he wants to convey how much he appreciates and craves you whenever he gets to have his lips pressed to yours and his tongue exploring your mouth. he likes pulling you in whenever and wherever it’s possible; the hallway, the kitchen, the practice room, the parking garage, the pool, the sauna - no place is safe. however he’s not as rowdy as you’d expect from someone so spontaneous about it. he likes starting off slow, brushing his nose against yours, making you anticipate him by pressing soft kisses with barely opened lips against your cheeks before finally leaning in. heeseung usually finds himself cradling the back of you head in his big hand, softly holding you in place for him to tenderly connect his mouth to yours before devouring you slowly. he especially enjoys laying kisses all over your skin in the early mornings. fluttering them over your shoulders and chest first before his path dips lower, hands smoothing over your sides when the brush of his nose against your abdomen makes you shiver. “relax,” heeseung hums, voice still airy with sleep. “i got you.” he likes building you up from his space between your thighs just as he does when he makes out with you - starting off with soft delicate kisses first, before he devours you, rippling his tongue against your sensitive flesh until he feels you shake against his face with arousal. with the way your mouth falls open, wet with your spit, heeseung can’t force himself to wait until you catch your breath, immediately slotting himself between your thighs and connecting your lips again.
jay
it’s cute how needy he can get. despite not being a stranger to affection or pda - be it an arm across your shoulders, a soft peck to your temple or his hand casually resting on your ass - jay is suprisingly shy in asking for kisses or initiating a liplock, even when it’s just the two of you. but whenever you take it upon yourself to be the one press your mouth to his he makes sure to make up for his earlier hesitation with a clear show of his unfiltered enthusiasm. jay’s almost clumsy with it - the sensual drags of his lips often interrupted by his hot, eager tongue, - but you love him like this. his hands hover over your waist; always needing the extra push of you guiding them to your hips before he lets himself touch you with intent, but then he’s holding you flush against himself, firmly stroking his hands up and down your sides until he finally lets himself cup one hand full of your chest, humming against your mouth in appreciation at the feeling of your body beneath his fingers. if jay is sitting and you’re standing or hovering above him, he doesn’t need a lot of push to pliantly lean back into the material beneath him, relaxing under your touch with only his lips and fingers busying themselves. he truly starts melting when you start trailing your kisses away from his mouth: one placed just below his ear, three more ghosting along his jaw, a suckle to his sensitive neck making him sigh softly. jay can go from indulgent to horny real quick. you always like pausing when you feel him harden beneath you, pulling back with a teasing smile and shifting in jay’s lap with purpose, just to get the satisfaction of watching his expression tighten up and feeling his hips push up into yours - his obvious reaction to you. “ah, don’t be mean about it,” jay mumbles when he cracks open a heavy lidded eye and notices your stare, tugging you back into him with a firm hand at the back of your neck to slot your lips together again and again, until neither of you can take it anymore.
jake
he’s made a habit out of whining “can i get a kiss?” whenever he sees you basically and you can never deny him. jake is one of those people who simply adores kissing with tongue. and while you’ve made your fair share of experiences with people whose enthusiasm in that field were almost enough to entirely turn you off from making out for a moment, jake is so undeniably good at it that you can’t way to feel his tongue in your mouth when you lean in. it’s easy to get lost in him, you’re no stranger to spit connecting your lips when you pull away from him to catch your breath. it can get real messy real quick if you don’t put a lid on it - jake certainly won’t. he knows you like it when he gets assertive with you, you’ve told him as much, and so jake has taken to playfully pushing you up against walls or kitchen counters, crowding your body in with his arms at either side of you as his lips find yours with a welcomed force. he likes nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck too, planting wet kisses there, then latching on when you squirm and giggle at the sensation. “stop wiggling or i’ll have to fuck you right here,” he breathes against your collarbone - not an empty threat, that you know from experience. as much as jake is a messy kisser, he is a messy eater too, that’s for sure. and this enthusiasm, the willingness to get absolutely filthy just to make it good for you, is only one of the things that has you coming back for more - just as desperate for him as he is for you. there’s just something so addicting about the drag of his tongue against any part of your skin, you don’t think you’ll ever get enough of him.
sunghoon
there are a lot of firm, romantic kisses with him - “good morning” and “good bye” kisses, “have a nice day” and “i missed you” kisses especially - but not so many make-outs. sunghoon likes keeping it simple, having one arm wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your jaw as he kisses you deep and earnest, his lips moving against yours in perfect harmony for a couple of seconds until he pulls away again. he seems so put together, but you quickly learn to read him. you catch on to things like how his breath catches in his throat when your hands settle on his chest or how his body instinctively shifts against yours when you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, a thigh slotting between your legs and his hand traveling from cradling your face to resting at the bottom of your throat- not threatening or controlling, not yet, but simply as a presence that tethers you to him. it can escalate quickly from there, not necessarily into a make-out, but into something more carnal and intense. however sunghoon gets so sweet with you after sex. dishevelled and unfocused, he likes being close to you during the afterglow: laying himself on top of your spent body, pressing kissing to the side of your mouth and lazily pushing his tongue between your lips. “we’re gross,” you complain with a huff as sunghoon shifts the weight of his sweaty body against yours, giving both of you only a second to breathe before painting another kiss against your panting mouth. he laughs and you watch his face light up with it. “wanna get grosser?” he asks cheesily, immediately leaning in. he’s still smiling against your lips when you let him in again.
GENRE. smut, office!au, unprotected sex, degradation, humiliation, choking, biting, marking, slapping, spitting, name calling, fingering, grinding, enemies to fuck buddies type of scene
WORDS. 2,722
WARNINGS. heeseung's an asshole. reader's pushing his buttons on purpose. they're stuck in a cramped storeroom. kinda an intense read so please read at your own discretion. 18+ content, minors do not interact, i am not responsible for your media consumption.
SYNOPSIS. after accidentally locking yourself inside a store room with your arrogant supervisor heeseung, you find yourself passing the time by pushing his buttons, so much so that he gives in to your desires and decides to show you your place.
A/N. firstly, thanks for 1.3k followers! i really appreciate the support. secondly, i absolutely love this trope. it is a bit toxic but i just think it's so hot and i had to write something about it. this is common for all my works but this does not represent the real heeseung in any way, shape or form. we all know he's nothing like this and it indeed the sweetest angel ever lmao. reblogs and feedback are more than appreciated. please don't be shy to do either. requests are open in case you would like to read something similar (or different). thank you for taking the time to read this fic and i hope you like it!
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"sometimes i wonder why my boss assigns me to you of all people and－why are you smiling?"
if you were to answer heeseung's frustrated question truthfully, you would tell him it was because you both were locked inside a cramped storeroom together. but you had a feeling saying that would only piss him off even more.
"all you had to do was hold the fucking door open. how hard is it for you to stay in one damn place for five minutes?" even in the dark you could see the steam rising off his head. his brows and mouth were lamented in a frown, a sight that made your knees weak.
heeseung was always cross with you, so this was nothing new. he always acted like you were a burden and hated when he had to supervise you. he was pretty mean to the other interns too, but the others confirmed that you got it worse than any of them, and no one had a single clue why.
"i can't believe this cheap ass company can't even afford a proper doorknob or working lights. i wouldn't have to deal with this shit if they stopped pinching pennies all the fucking time."
heeseung seemed extra irritated today, and as much as you liked it, for the first time, you were a little startled. he flung the stack of papers he had been in pursuit of to the side, letting them cascade to the ground. hands balled into fists at his side, he kicked away the plastic container that had toppled off one of the shelves while he was looking for the papers.
"can we not call someone to come help us?" you asked, speaking as cautiously as you possibly could. heeseung shot you a glare regardless, applauding you sarcastically with a scoff. "there's no fucking reception in here shit head. do you think i'm stupid not to have done that?"
your phone was back on your desk, so you wouldn't have known. his words stung but you liked it. he was always such an asshole to you, and you loved it. heeseung was convinced you got under his nerves on purpose, and there may have been some truth to that assumption.
"what should we do then?" you asked, not really minding being holed up in the room with your latest crush. "shut up," heeseung deadpanned, not in the mood to entertain your curiosity.
"i was just asking," you defended, not because you were offended, but really because you wanted to mess with him. heeseung scoffed, staring at you with a fake smile. "look around, if you can even see two feet in front of yourself, and tell me what the fuck we can do other than wait for someone to find us in here."
you couldn't help but snicker at the way he ultimately answered your question. heeseung didn't seem to like that. "you think this is fucking funny? i have better shit to do right now but i can't because you're a fucking klutz." scowling in irritancy, he loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
the air inside the storeroom was staring to get stuffy. there wasn't really any ventilation inside, which was odd considering there were so many important papers stored there.
your heart was hammering in your chest for all the wrong reasons. heeseung was pissed off and you were getting turned on by it. pushing his buttons was such a bad idea, but there was really nothing else for you to do while you waited.
"you seem like you have a lot of pent up frustration. have you ever tried yoga or meditation? i feel like that could help you be less...grouchy."
"you're the problem here y/n. my pent up frustration is all because of you and your tendency to fuck shit up wherever you go. have you ever considered acting your fucking age? i can't let you out of my sight for two fucking seconds before you go and create more inconveniences for me." heeseung wasn't having it. he was cribbing as if he hadn't had enough time to jack off before coming to work. it was amusing.
"that's a shame. i really look up to you mr. lee. i was hoping i could join your team after i graduate." you tried to hide your mischievous smile from him, but it was useless. heeseung cracked his knuckles, poking his cheek with his tongue before sauntering up to you. "what did you call me?" he sneered, knowing he had instructed you and the other interns specifically not to address him by his last name like that. he didn't consider any of you his colleagues and hence forbid you from referring to him as such.
you looked at him from behind your lashes, knowing your fingers were now actively ticking his buttons. "isn't that what i'll call you when we start working together full time?"
heeseung grabbed your chin, tugging your face inches away from his. "what the fuck makes a worthless, useless, klutz like you think you're good enough to work with me? i suggest you rethink your shitty little goals and dream smaller." heeseung didn't care that he was going against his task of inspiring you to be a hard worker and getting into this company. he knew he would be better off without you around to mess something up every other minute.
"because i think you're scared of competition and that's why you pretend to hate me so much." in all honesty, you had pulled that straight out of your ass. there was no way you were anywhere near competition for heeseung. you both knew he was a million times more skilled than you could even be, and that wasn't just because he had a few years worth of experience over you.
heeseung snickered condescendingly. "the stupid little lamb likes to joke eh? you will aways be beneath me. so you better know your fucking place, or i'll just have to fuck it into that hollow skull of yours."
you bit your lip, nearly moaning at his words. "what a sadistic slut. you like it when i treat you like shit, don't you?" heeseung could see right through you. he grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, catching the corners of your lips in the midst of a smile. pushing you up against the wall, he tore your blouse open with his other hand, tugging your bra down so he could slap your tits to humiliate you. "what a dirty, dirty, dirty, whore you are y/n. you're skin's fucking burning to the touch. i bet you're just a pool of slick down there, no?"
you pressed your hands flat against the wall, watching your fantasies unravel before you. heeseung crashed his lips onto yours, giving you no time to kiss him back before tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away. "take off your pants. let me see just how horny you are."
you fumbled with the buttons on your trousers, hands jittering with excitement and adrenaline. you pushed them down to your knees, but were too late to get to your panties. heeseung grabbed a fistful of the cotton fabric and tore it straight off your body, letting the ruined garment fall just like the papers he had strewn across the room.
two calloused fingers dipped straight into your folds and returned completely coated in thick, sticky arousal. heeseung rubbed the fluid between his fingers, wrapping his hand around your throat instead. he pressed the slick covered digits against your lips, prompting you to part them. you did as he wanted and moaned as he wiped his fingers clean on your tongue.
"disgusting bitch," he muttered under his breath, spitting on his digits before shoving them inside your walls. given how wet you were plus the lifetime's worth of fingering you had done (courtesy of heeseung making you horny day after day) his fingers slid in like butter. his thumb began massaging your clit as he pumped his digits within you. you threw your head back against the wall, feeling his grip around your neck tighten as you let out strained moans.
"i'm getting my hands dirty because of you, klutz," he spat, biting your earlobe. you wanted to touch him, but the second you laid hands on him, he barked at you to keep them to yourself. "don't think i'm doing this for my own enjoyment you little cocksucker. i just don't want you panting like a bitch in heat while we wait for someone to come rescue us because of your stupidity."
your walls clenched around his fingers, loving the way he degraded you. heeseung released your neck and struck you clean across the cheek before you could regain your composure. for a second, you went completely limp, absolutely stunned by the realization that he had just slapped you. the sting hurt more than his brutal insults, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.
"i can't believe this is the shit you dream about every time you come to work. you're never gonna be anything more than a dumb office whore that everyone's gonna use when they need a break from working. you're nothing but a set of holes and it's all you'll ever be good for, klutz." heeseung's nails dug into your tits, pinching your nipples hard enough to leave small crescents in your skin.
heeseung stepped away from you, taking a minute to slide his belt out of his trousers. he looped the thick leather around his palm and unzipped his pants to pull his cock out. "if you don't get me hard in the next minute, i'm choking you with this," he warned, waving his belt while stepping back towards you. you really wanted to suck him off. but you pussy was throbbing so loud you felt like it was summoning his cock between your legs to relieve it.
you had to stand on your toes so you could rub his cock against your folds. you held his shaft, grinding your warm cunt down on it to create the most delicious friction ever. heeseung was seething at the pleasure, hating how wanted to be stuffed balls deep inside you now.
he didn't even wait the full minute. pushing you back up against the wall, he unravelled his belt and loosely tied it around your neck even though he was hard as a rock. "here's a little leash for you since you're such a slutty bitch."
you gripped the leather, staring at him with glossed over eyes. heeseung pulled an empty rolling shelf towards you and made you get on it so that he didn't have to hold you up to fuck you. he spread your legs and slapped your inner thighs repeatedly until you stopped shutting them closed. "that's right you klutz. don't hide that filthy pussy from me."
he tapped his dick against your pussy, feeling your walls clench desperately around nothing. "you don't even deserve this," he said, dipping his cockhead in and out of you teasingly. "i can't believe you're saying all this shit but still willingly settling for less. you seem more desperate than i am," you jabbed back at the one moment where you could actually think coherently.
heeseung tugged the belt tighter around your neck as if to reprimand you for the snarky comment. "yeah but then you made my dick hard, didn't ya?" he replied, pulling your hips forward so he slide into you with ease.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he entered you. heeseung's cock felt like everything you had ever imagined and more. his length had a slight curve to it which poked just the right spot when he filled you all the way. his balls weren't the heaviest, but they still felt nice pressed up against your ass.
"i'm gonna ruin that pussy. make it filthier than it's ever been," he whispered, slowly grinding his cock in and out of you. pursing your lips, you stared straight into his eyes so that he knew you could take whatever he gave you. you were up for any challenge at this point because there was nothing he could do that wouldn't feel good.
"well i highly doubt you're gonna get there if you keep fucking me like a little bitch," you taunted, earning another slap across the face. "what did i tell you about knowing your fucking place, klutz?" his voice was bitter and loathing. he pulled the belt around your neck so tight that you couldn't talk anymore, and started snapping his hips into you.
the cart you were seated on was so unstable, you felt like it was going to tip over if he fucked you any harder. heeseung let go of the belt and held your legs wide open, sending you spiraling into a coughing fit before you could suck in a deep breath of air. angry grunts left his gritted teeth as he fucked all his frustration out on you. you wondered if his demeanor would change even slightly once he was done using you.
"keep them fucking spread," he demanded, letting of your legs so he could play with your nipples. he pinched and rubbed them, tugging at them to make your clit tingle. you reached a hand between your legs and started rubbing yourself as he fucked you, needing to take care of the unbearable pounding in your clit.
"give my cock a bath in all your dirty juices you klutz. that's the only thing you're good for," he said, sending a ball of spit gliding down your cunt. it only made things extra slippery. heeseung lost control of his speed, going faster than he wanted to. the cart's wheels stumbled backward, ramming your shoulder into the wall. heeseung snickered somewhat apologetically, giving you the first and probably only sliver of sympathy he possessed.
the belt around your neck had loosened up significantly, setting your moans free. your jaw hung open, a jukebox of cries and whines that heeseung's dick was operating. he bent down to send another ball of spit onto your tongue, watching intently as you nearly choked while swallowing it.
"holy fuck, heeseung- i'm gonna cum," you screamed, squirming over his dick. heeseung pushed your knees up to your chest, pounding his cock deeper and deeper into you. you could feel him all the way in your gut, the pleasure of which was too overwhelming.
you were rubbing yourself furiously fast, about ready to squirt on his shirt. heeseung bent down to roll your nipple between his tongue, pushing you to your orgasm.
slamming his cock into you, heeseung gave your climax a warm welcome. face screwed in pleasure, you patted your clit, taming the intensity of your orgasm as heeseung rode it out for you.
he gradually slowed his thrusts, slipping his cock out of your drenched cunt once you had come down from your high. "what about you?" you asked, breathless and shaken up. "as long as you know your fucking place now, i'm fine," he chastised, pulling his pants back up as if his cock wasn't just harder than a rock. you were baffled by his sudden composure, but you said nothing further. you had finally fucked the man of your dreams, and there was nothing much you really wanted besides that.
you slipped your tattered underwear off your legs and pulled your pants up over your swollen pussy. you assessed the damage heeseung had down to your blows, a bit disappointed since it was one of the more expensive ones you owned. perhaps this was the price of hooking up with your crush. after all, the universe didn't just hand out free favors.
"you lost control with me today, didn't you?" you teased him after you were done tidying up. heeseung eyed you up and down. "you really ticked me off. couldn't just let you get away with it now, could i?"
you grinned triumphantly. even if heeseung felt like he had successfully proved his point, it was clear that you had been the real winner here. no matter what names he called you or how much he claimed to resent you, now you both knew that you had a handle on him, and you were never letting go.
