hello queen!🙏🏻 may i request mean!gp sana pls 😋 thank you have a nice day
Hi bestie 😗 let’s pretend I didn’t answer this like a year later LMAO. There’s also another anon who requested g!p sha-rich x loser reader so LETS GOOO
Sana’s the type to slap you in the face with it. She’d laugh at it, pulling your hair back to make you open your mouth more. She’d (almost) never let you choose the pace when giving her head. No. Sana loooved holding your head as she fucked your throat deep, and only letting you stop for air when your face changes colour and your nails were hurting her skin.
“Fuck, when are you cutting those?! I don’t pay for those nails for you to scar me.” She’d complain, but both of you knew she liked some pain as well.
“Maybe stop trying to suffocate me then?!” you said after coughing, saliva going down your chin and down Sana’s tip, mixed with her precum.
"I don't think so, darling. You look too hot struggling like that with my cock deep down your throat..." she groaned, and had an idea that in her head was funny "like this." And in less than a second, you had her thick member hitting the back of your throat, tears in your eyes as you moan around it, struggling for air. But it just turned Sana on even more, keeping you in place as a menacing smile expanded across her face.
Also I'm thinking yes loser reader but it's honestly just puppy! reader. Like you'd just follow her around and need to be in her presence all the time. mhm mhm. Same tbh. When she had meetings, or interviews, or phone calls, you loved just sitting close and just hearing her talk, your eyes fixed on the woman and shining. What an obsession you had. One that took you to the relationship you guys had now. One that made you eager to please every need Sana had, and give yourself to her however she wanted.
So a bit of lore; you've admired CEO Minatozaki Sana, from the beginning of college all the way 'till graduating so you made it your mission to get your most influential professors to help you get an internship in her company (I promise you this ain't GAP the series.)
You've heard wonders about her since the moment you first learned about her. As a business student, knowing that a young woman was at the top of the league, intimidating even senior CEOs with her sharp mind (and tongue), excited you. You'd sigh dreamily whenever you watched her interviews, not just learning about her and her business, but also fantasizing about how would it be if you ever got the chance to be the one on her side.
Ms. Minatozaki was a very private woman, already in her late twenties and during all the time that she had been on the spotlight, not much was known about her romantic life. She seemed like a rather serious and focused person, worrying about more important things in life than love.
Once you started your internship in her company, you'd pray to have a chance, at least a tiny one, to spend time with the big boss. The most you'd spend with her was when you were chosen to help during meetings, you'd be standing behind some executives as they presented their ideas and solutions, and sometimes Sana would stand in the middle in front of the screen in the big room as she explained things to her subordinates. Sometimes some employees would ask you to write down some things that they'd need you to work on later, but to Sana, you were just as important in the room as a decorative plant. You didn't have many obligations to be honest; print documents and bring them here and there, pick up some packages, get coffee, etc. But you didn't wanna be stuck like that forever, you wanted to work hard and climb that corporate ladder! and you wanted to show the boss you were somebody...
One day, you heard that one of your former professors (who was also a prestigious businessman) was going to be present for a meeting. He was one of the people who recommended you and helped you get the job in there, and he knew you had a lot of potential. So he managed to get you to be present at the meeting, standing up with a few other secretaries as you wrote down important notes and a couple instructions for documents that the executives you worked for were going to need eventually.
As the minutes went by and Sana was speaking, you realized the main topic of the meeting seemed particularly familiar to you. Ah, of course! it was related to a lot of the stuff you learned in your professor's course! you even based your final thesis on it. Remembering how confident you felt about this subject made you feel a bit more comfortable in the environment, a little smile even escaping you. Your professor noticed this, and as some people were commenting and asking about it, he spoke to you.
"Do you remember this, y/n?" he softly asked, his voice charged with the experience and the tenderness only age could bring in some, but still imposing. "You did your final project on this, and what a thesis. It wasn't that long ago, you still remember anything about it?" The room went almost fully quiet, people's attention (including Sana's) now in the gentleman speaking and, since he was speaking to you, by default the attention also felt on you. It would've been easy to answer his question, if you didn't have so many eyes on you at the moment, some making you feel out of place. You gulped, before speaking.
"Y-yes, of course sir. I worked hard for months on that project." you proudly reminisced about the good memories of senior year, as you held your clipboard against your chest.
"She did really good, impressive for a college student, and not just because she was one of my students..." the old man muttered, making some colleagues smile cordially. He always had such good vibes, making any situation feel relaxed with his kind comments.
It didn't seem to impress Sana not one bit.
"Well, if you ever want to be something more than an intern, you need to stop considering a college project as 'working hard'." you heard that voice full of authority, dominance, and sarcasm, for the first time directed to you.
Her dark eyes penetrated through your soul, it felt threatening in some way. The intensity in her gaze, it made your knees shake. You quickly nodded, and gulped again as you felt your throat dry as desert.
"Y-yes, ma'am." you stuttered, trying your best to not look like your nerves were on edge. Sana looked you up and down, making you feel even more exposed than before. But hey! at least she's noticed you...
As the meeting continued, Sana slowly realized how lost her crew seemed to be about several details of this topic. Sometimes she'd ask something, and she'd either get the wrong answer or no answer. She was starting to get irritated.
"Am I gonna need to ask the intern about this?" she asked to the room. You looked up from your notes, alert of any sign of you actually needing to get involved, she turned to you, and you felt a bit scared of how upset she looked "Go ahead, kid. Give us some of that fresh-out-of-college knowledge."
"Me?" you asked, a bit taken aback at your forced inclusion to a matter that was supposed to be for high-up executives. Sana rolled her eyes.
"I don't think the plant next to you can answer, can it?"
"w-well.." you started, and took a better look at the screen next to Sana to put yourself in complete context. Thank God, it was something you had done a lot of research during your last year of college "Ah! I see, well this part of the project should be based on a structure that involved specific formulas in order to calculate both the balance between the needs of the company and the customers, and it treats it as one singular red divided in small puddles, rather than multiple separated reds." You explained, taking the freedom of getting a bit closer so you can point at parts of the screen to get your point better.
You could tell some people were impressed at the way you answered and explained something that looked complicated as if it was the most basic thing in the world. But when you looked at Sana and she was already staring at you, you felt your knees weak again.
"That's not fair, boss." one of the senior executives had the balls to complain, looking at you with disdain. "You heard the kid, she just came out of college, she has all that info fresh in her head!"
Sana stared at him. A stare that would've made you pale if it was directed to you.
"Not fair?" she started, her voice calmed but still, scary, and you could see it reflected on the other employees' faces (ouhhh he fucked up) "I'll tell you what's not fair. Having exceptional executives acting like incompetents, unable to give me the answers I need. THAT's what I find not fair, in case you give a fuck about what I think."
"Boss, let me apologize-" the man tried to say, but she quickly dismiss him, raising her hand.
"I couldn't care less about apologies, Han, what I want is more behaving like you actually care about this company and less like a moron!" she firmly said, making the dude look to the floor.
"Yes, ma'am." he murmured. "We'll do better next time."
"I shouldn't have to be hearing no 'next time', it should've been this time." Sana sighed, massaging her temple. "Whatever, meeting's over anyways. Prepare yourselves better for next meeting, and talk to me if you need help. You are all dismissed."
Everybody got up and bowed respectfully, heading to their offices and workplaces to start intensely working and studying the topics and project details of the meeting they just had. Nobody liked making the boss angry.
As you were organizing your papers, you saw your former professor signaling for you to wait a second as he finished talking with Sana.
You saw the Japanese woman sighed, clearly frustrated about the early events. She seemed a bit embarrassed of what happened, but not just on a professional level, so you understood that she was probably fond of Mr. Lee just as you were.
Sana spoke with the professor, who seemed to have helped her calm down a bit. She listened to her, nodding as she was focused on his words. You got lost in her features, wondering how could one person carry such beauty without being named a goddess, or without having at least a statue of her image. Unconsciously, you started once again to daydream about her. But suddenly, she turned to look at you.
"You." she said pointing at you as she snapped her fingers, bringing you back to reality "I want you in my office, now. C'mon." she ordered as she started walking after saying her goodbyes to the old man. You looked at him, who simply gave you a thumbs up. You gulped, and followed the older woman without arguing.
Once you got to her office, she made you sit on the couch, sitting next to you, her knee slightly touching yours and that already was enough to make your ears red. Thankfully your hair was down. Sana sighed, looking at her big window, and then back at you.
"So, it seems like Mr. Lee is very fond of you. And I know he is because he normally doesn't insist on me giving my time to just anybody." she remarked, and you wondered just what the fuck that old man told her for her to bring YOU to HER office.
'I-I'm really sorry, ma'am." you apologized to the older woman, looking at your shoes. She got up, her hands inside her pants' pockets as she comfortably walked around her big office.
"Sorry? Why? he must have a reason to believe in you. But you'll have to prove it."
"And how do I do that?" you murmured, and you see Sana's shoes, the woman now standing right in front of you. You slowly looked up her body, your eyes betraying you as they stare a bit too long to her crotch. You heard her scoff, and your eyes went to her face as you try to pretend you couldn't feel yours burning.
"Don't play dumb with me. You're clearly good at this subject, and you don't waste your brain. I'll need somebody like that helping with some details for at least the beginning of this project." she explained, her voice causing tingles as it entered your ears. You saw her shrug "who knows, if you do decent enough maybe you can continue contributing to it. Unless it's too much for you and you can't handle it."
"I can handle it!" you claimed, quickly standing up. You were always down for a challenge, and you weren't gonna let your crush professional role model believe you were uncapable of achieving more.
So from that day, whoever needed you to deal with documents or deliveries or whatever tf would have to find somebody else, because Sana wanted you as basically her personal assistant. You'd spend a lot of time together in her office, not only letting her use whatever knowledge you had, but also learning from her. It was like a dream come true.
Sooner than later though, you noticed how Sana's eyes would shamelessly explored your body more and more often. You wondered if it was part of your imagination, your brain telling you things to feed your delusions. But when you decided to test it by using more.. provocative outfits, you realized how she'd often undress you with her eyes. You couldn't say it bothered you. On the contrary, knowing she felt attracted to you excited you. I mean, you've been crushing on the woman for years, it felt beyond surreal to have her desire you.
One day, you guys were in her office, sitting on her desk as you were discussing certain details of a document an executive brought for Sana, but it seemed that whatever you were saying entered one ear and exited the other. Sana was just staring at you quietly, like thinking about something while also trying to read your mind. You hadn't dared to ask just yet, but she spoke before you could anyways.
"You know, y/n. That day that Mr. Lee came for the meeting, he told me more about you than what I told you."
"Yeah? what did he say, Ms. Minatozaki?" you asked, trying to act more curious than nervous.
Back in the day, you remembering trusting your professor a lot.. maybe a bit too much. You'd rant about how incredible you thought Sana was, and you knew that very often it was clear your admiration for the woman was more than just a professional thing. But you never imagined your own professor would throw you like that.
Sana's seductive smile appeared on her face, the way you got shy with her so easily resulting so cute, but awakening such dark desires in her. Her hand traveled to your face, softly caressing your chin, and you were trying so hard not to tremble in her hand.
"He mentioned how much you'd talk about me when you were still in college". Sana commented, a teasing tone in her voice and if Sana didn't notice the heat coming from your face, she definitely could feel it now.
"He.. he said that?" you asked, not sure how to respond to the lack of discretion your former mentor had.
"Mhm.." she replied, making you gulp at how close she was, and how her eyes analyzed your face. And how her hand felt on your skin. You felt your senses turned so sensitive, and the air heavier than before. "He said that you'd always talk about something you heard on an interview, or you'd ask him stuff you wanted to know about me. Sometimes things not even related to business at all. Why is that, y/n?"
Your name on her lips. She was saying your name, and as she said it you could feel her breath closer to your lips. When did she got right next to you??
"Little crush on your boss?" she questioned, clearly having fun with the way you were trembling.
"What? I-I don't know what he's talking about" you nervously laughed "I-I don't even know why he would say that-"
"Don't lie, you're not very good at it anyways." she interrupted, her thumb slightly tracing your lower lip. God, you wanted nothing but to feel it inside your mouth as you sucked it. It seemed like Sana could read your mind "If you want me so bad, just say it."
"Would that be so wrong?" you questioned, trying to feel some type of bravery. You sucked at hiding how you felt, your body was too reactive for that, something that Sana eventually would learn.
"Not at all" she said, liking that you weren't denying how you felt anymore. "On the contrary, I'm glad we're on the same page."
"And what should we do about that, ma'am?" you whispered, looking at her almost with begging eyes, your hand traveling to her thigh. You saw her smirk, as she looked down to your hand. On a quick move, the older woman had you sitting on top of the desk, getting in between your legs, as her hand traveled to your neck, making you gasp.
"I have a few ideas on what we can do." she started, her eyes exploring your face, intrigued by your reactions "but I gotta warn you, y/n, I'm not a vanilla person. And I am not trying to romance you."
"I'm all ears, Ms. Minatozaki" you answered, looking at her with such a eagerness, a need, that Sana wanted to fulfill.
You could feel Sana's hands traveling up your legs, slowly. Your heart was beating so fast, as you opened your legs slightly more to give her access to whatever she wanted to take from you.
"I want you to slut yourself out for me. To let me treat you like my personal little fuck toy." she whispered in your ear, as her fingertips reached your underwear, and you felt the air abandoning your lungs and your chest being filled with desperate desire instead. "I'm not gonna treat you nice, baby. If you're not able to deal with that, tell me now."
And how could you not say yes to her, if the one and only Minatozaki Sana, the woman that owned your mind for years, was the one asking.
"As I said, ma'am, I can handle it."
AND that's how your dynamic started, basically. The more Sana was able to corrupt you, the more she wanted. Needed. She couldn't go around snapping at people, could she? so luckily she had you to let all that tension out. And what a way to get rid of tension. Sometimes you didn't know if Sana was mad at you or upset 'cause of something else, 'cause she was always mean and tough, clearly having a thing for calling you names, treating you rough, or teasing you exceedingly.
Sometimes she'd fuck you so hard that your throat would be sore 'cause of how much you screamed the next day. Sana would make you speak during a meeting, and if you weren't able to talk much 'cause of it, she'd fuck you in her office
"You're unprofessional, why would you deserve to come?" she'd say as she pulled her pants back up, as if nothing happened. Meanwhile you were a mess on her couch, pouting and about to sob because of how painful it was to be so close to your climax, just to get it stolen. Sana would roll her eyes at you "pathetic."
If you begged good enough though, she'd let you ride her thigh. It wasn't your favorite thing, but with how desperate you felt, you'd take anything she'd give you.
"You're such a crybaby, almost tearing up 'cause I didn't let you come." Sana scolded as she spanked your ass "you better hurry up before I leave you without finishing."
Sana wasn't sure what she loved the most;
if playing with you at home, being able to have you completely at her mercy, completely naked in every aspect. Cuffing you to the bed in different positions as she rammed into you, making you scream and cry because of how intense and good she was. Making you cream all over her cock, squirt all over her bed, as she came all over you. Seeing her own cum covering your body, making you look extra dirty and naughty, it was enough to have her hard again and give it to you over and over again for hours until you pass out.
"Open your mouth, I want you to swallow it. And if one single drop falls, I'll make you choke on it until you can't breathe." She'd threaten between teeth and you knew her well enough to know she meant it.
"Spread your cheeks, baby. I wanna see my cum dripping down your thighs." She'd order, spanking your ass as she has it up with your face against the pillow, and you do as she says "I filled your pussy up so good, didn't I?"
"Y-yes ma'am..." You said, shivering as you felt her fingers collecting the sticky fluid between your folds, and fucking it hard back inside your abused hole, making you whine and whimper.
"Let's make sure it stays right where it belongs."
OR torturing you during office hours.
The adrenaline of being mean to you at places she isn't supposed to, it added to the adrenaline, which added to her arousal. She'd sit you on her desk as she eats you out, resting your legs on her shoulders while she moves her tongue and finger-fucks you skillfully, her long, slim fingers going in and out so fast you could barely catch your breath as you moaned louder with every thrust and every lick.
"Stay fucking quiet, or else I'll call a meeting and fuck you in the big table in front of everybody to see." The japanese woman would look up at you from her position, the vision of her between your legs making it harder to not make any sound. You couldn't even use your words, so you just whimpered and shook your head.
"No? You don't want that?" she asked with a painful sarcasm in her voice as she looked at your begging eyes, these just pushing her to be even meaner to you "Well it looks like that's what you want with how loud you're being. I'll show them how much of a dirty slut you are for me if you want the attention so bad, baby." But she was making it impossible for you to be quiet, fucking you harder each time her fingers entered you, and sucking on your clit so good you almost wanted to cry. Sana clicked her tongue, as she quickly got up "here, this should keep you quiet." she said as she put your own panties inside your mouth, almost making you gag on them because she didn't even warn you before just shoving them inside your mouth. The older woman just rolled her eyes as she continued her task between your thighs, and you made sure to bite the fabric hard to avoid getting too loud.
Jealous Sana? Jealous Sana.
She corners you between her body and the door the moment you enter her office after noticing that coworkers were staring at you a little too much. She loved those short skirts you'd wear sometimes, it gave her easy access. But she wasn't the only one who noticed them. If only she could make them go blind.
"You're mine, understood?" she'd utter hardly as she fucked you against her office door, holding your waist to keep you in place while her other hand's fingers were inside your mouth, making you suck on them "don't forget who you belong to." It's not like she wasn't reminding you of that everyday.
"You're MY slut, mine, I fucking hate sharing and I'm not willing to share my favorite little sextoy." She'd say in your ear, never slowing down her rough and fast pace. You couldn't even think straight anymore, your body and mind only focusing about the pleasure Sana was giving you, she was fucking you dumb so good that you didn't even hear what she said, or else you would've known her reckless plan "So let's make sure those assholes out there get that shit clear through their stupid heads."
The older woman removed her fingers from your mouth, directing them to your clit, rubbing it so good. She wasn't trying to keep you quiet anymore, wanting for those shameless coworkers to hear how she fucked you so good, making you come undone just for her. Maybe like that, they'll learn that you were hers.
"Ma'am.. p-please slow down~" you begged "I can't keep it down if you do it like that..."
"And who said I want you to be quiet right now?" Sana said sarcastically, as she turned you around putting your face against the door "go on, let all those little dirty sounds out your mouth, let my name out too so whoever thinks they have a chance with you understands your body already has my hands marked everywhere"
The passion in Sana's voice aroused you in such a level, it intoxicated you with desire taking you to a headspace in which her each and every word and command was your absolute law. There's nothing you liked more than being able to be loud when the older woman was taking care of your body, but being aware that there were people right on the other side of that door still made uncomfortable, as if you couldn't fully enjoy the moment.
"But ma'am.. how am I supposed to look at them afterwards?" you asked her, scared of the embarrassment. Sana suddenly spanked you, a cry escaping your lips as you quickly covered your mouth.
"Trust me, they're already looking at you with nasty eyes" she explained as she played with your ass, kneading it and slapping it in between, your knuckles being hardly bit as you listen to her "if anything, maybe this'll make them leave you alone, knowing you belong to me."
"No fuckin buts " she groaned at you, her belt already in hand "do you want me to just open the door? you won't have to worry about your volume if I can just give them a show, right?" she threatened as her hand traveled to the door handle. Your hand stopped her in panic.
"N-no, please!" you quickly said as you shook your head, making sure the door was closed and locked.
"That's what I thought. So this time, pretend we're at home. And don't worry about your volume, ok baby?" Sana smiled as she took your panties off, her hands traveling down your legs, to then started undoing her pants. You softly nodded as you gulped, not completely sure about the whole situation, but that dark of you feeling herself getting more and more turned on about Sana's possessiveness. Knowing the woman couldn't stand others even looking at you the way she does made you feel so desired, as if you had at least that one tiny control on this. A naughty smile sprouted on your face.
"What is it that you find so entertaining, huh?" she asked, the tip of her member already teasing your tight hole, making you close your eyes in desperate expectation. "Is it perhaps exciting you too much now? knowing I'm about to slut you out for the whole office to hear?"
You moaned at the sound of her voice, not wanting to admit it so straightforward but knowing Sana could read you easier than what your walls could try to protect.
"I'm yours, ma'am. Just do whatever you want" you said, with your head against her chest. You could feel Sana's breath from behind, her silence speaking words as she grabbed the back of your neck, putting your cheek against the cold door, and put almost her entire length inside you, making a cry come out of you.
It didn't matter how many times Sana would fuck you, she always felt so big inside you. She'd stretch you out each time, making you feel like it was your first time all over again.
"So tight each time" she said in your ear, grabbing your chin and making you turn your head a bit "almost as if you don't touch yourself at home thinking about me." she teased. But the calls you've made were enough evidence to know this was a fact anyways. She intoxicated your thoughts, was she present or not. "But your hands can't do the job the way I do, right baby?" the older woman asked as she put your hand against the door, intertwining her fingers with yours. You moaned as you nodded to her words. It was true, the real thing was so much better.
Sana's pace was never slow or gentle, so your moans and whimpers started sounding off rather quickly as her tip reached and hit those spots inside you that only she could. Her hips slammed against your ass, again and again, a frown in your face as the delicious pain bit your thighs, and the pleasure invaded your lower belly. The sticky, wet noises your bodies produced made your face blush more with the heat of the room.
"More. Please, more." you pleaded in between moans, your breath hitting the black glass of the door, fogging it. "Please, Sana. More."
Her name caressed your lips so sweetly, so naturally, that when Sana complied with your begs, you kept saying it again and again.
"You like my name that much?" she giggled, her lower lip between her teeth as she grabbed the front of your neck, pulling you back.
"I like your dick that much" you answered looking into her eyes, a mischievous smile in your face, making Sana raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I can tell by the way you squeeze it inside you."
"It's too big, I can't help it ma'am" you whimpered, moving your hips hard against her body, making her moan in return.
"Yeah?" she licked her lips, before kissing yours, the moans you left against her mouth making her sigh as her nails dug into your hips "does it hurt?"
"It hurts so good, ma'am~"
"You like it when I make it hurt, huh? needy slut" the Japanese woman teased, her leather belt in hand already hitting against your ass and leg.
"Yes, ma'am" you whimpered loudly, a slight string of saliva already on the corner of your mouth for both Sana's intense kiss and the pleasure taking over you, the woman's words pushing you closer each time. Every thrust feeling like it reached deeper inside you, hitting every corner as the leather marked your skin red.
"I'm gonna come.. fuck, please let me come, ma'am, please" you desperately started begging, but Sana had no plans on not letting you anyways. She held you tight by your waist, lifting you a bit, your feet not really touching the floor anymore, as she fucked you harder 'till you reached your climax so hard, making a wet mess on her. Your loud cries could probably be heard from the parking lot, but your foggy brain couldn't care, as Sana followed you and filled you up so good you felt you could come again just by having her moaning in your ear like that as she emptied herself inside you. As she slowly put you back on the floor, you grabbed her shoulders, trying to find some stability. Sana pulled out, the sudden feeling making your trembling legs close and complain.
"Oh shut up, greedy." She said, rolling her eyes as she tried to catch her own breath and fix her pants. "I'll be back inside that needy pussy in a minute"
Your pout was showing, not wanting to wait but not daring to argue.
"I think it's time to check on your little fans, huh?" she asked, as she reached for the door handle. You couldn't say anything to stop her, as your shirt or hair were barely properly fixed. "Do you think they heard you enough?"
As she opened the door, a few employees were there, frozen looking at your guys' direction. Most of them, were exactly who Sana wanted to be there to listen. A silence dominated the place for a moment, until
"Back to work!" Sana ordered loudly, as some nervous and flushed-faced employees rush away. A 'yes ma'am' resonated in the room, as everybody went back to their own business, trying to pretend nothing happened. Sana smiled smugly, fixing her jacket, as she looked at you, whose face was completely flushed to your ears. You stared at her, like she was the owner of your world, shiny eyes that wouldn't there look somewhere else. She said nothing, as she pushed back inside her office, looking the door behind her.
