hi baddies thank u all for the love on star dancer 😻 ive added everyone who asked to the taglist & hopefully posting chap 1 later this week! ive been super busy for the past few days unfortunately
𓆩 The semester had been kicking your ass, non stop deadlines coupled with finals fast approaching - you were drowning. The second it was all over, you knew a big celebration was in order so when your friends practically begged you to hit the town, you obliged happily. A new, luxurious club had just opened up, it was a no brainer. Only after entering did you realise exactly the kind of club it was and exactly the kind of people that frequented it. Dark booths lining the wall, illuminated stage with towering poles, money scattered on the floor and the unwavering attention of an innocent boy named Jake and mysterious manager Jay. A strip club was somewhere you had never imagined yourself entering but with tuition fees looming, you found yourself centre stage, under the watchful eyes of those 2 men.
general cw: MDNI. strip club - pole & lap dancing. smut - pathetic!jake x reader, dominant!jay x reader & both x reader. mentions of alcohol. general lack of self respect lol.
note: welcome to this mini series! raise your hand if you want to be shared by jay and jake #need that.
i'll try to release these chapters every few days / weekly depending on life! chapters are subject to change - may add more.
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𓆩 From the moment you received the email stating your interview had been successful, you knew this job would be different. This was the big break you needed, a way for you to finally establish yourself in a career. After finishing university, you had hopped around jobs continuously, not feeling you truly fit in anywhere. You were never able to see yourself in any of those positions long term - but this job, this was it. Big company, big CEO, big deal.
cw: nsfw content mdni. dom!sunghoon, power imbalance, dubcon if you squint, rough p in v, fingering, oral f!receiving, slight edging, hair pulling, degradation.
word count: 3.7k+ | revamped fic | masterlist
notes: hii! welcome to my first fic! i've been an engene since 2021 & have been wanting to write fics for enhypen for so long so i'm glad to finally have a blog sorted! this plot was too good to not make a version for hoon :P hope you enjoy & feedback is appreciated!! <3
Naive. If you had to describe yourself at the start, that would be it. Of course, you thought you were being realistic as every newbie does. "I know it won't be easy but I'll work hard." And you had been right, to some extent, but the sheer underestimation of the job meant things had been far more complicated than they needed to be. You were totally out of your comfort zone, constantly being pushed to do daunting tasks you had never ever done or struggled with. And who was pushing you? Naturally, it was your boss, Park Sunghoon. Except it didn't really feel like that good encouragement one might get from their supervisor, it felt like utter humiliation. Like he wanted to watch and enjoy every last second of your struggle.
Dread was all you could feel as you hauled yourself out of bed on Monday morning to get ready for work. Back to reality - the weekend truly was your escape, no Mr. Park keeping a judgemental eye on you, waiting to pounce with an unmanageable chore in hand ready to impose upon you.
The office was quiet. As much as you hated the 8am starts, you figured it was the best way to fit in all of the necessary work without working too late into the night. You sit at your cubicle, carefully removing everything you would need from your bag, setting yourself up for the day was, in all honesty, quite enjoyable.
The harsh tapping of footsteps against the cold linoleum snapped you out of your tired daze - only after a few seconds you could process the fact that they were getting louder, coming towards you. "Did you complete the report I asked you to?" came that damned voice, low and steady. You swivel round in your chair, adjusting your shirt, to look up at the man. His face was emotionless, no smile, nothing. It always baffled you how he managed to remain so stoic, you had always wondered if he even had a sense of humour or was capable of expressing joy. Did his facial muscles even work? The only glimpse into his mind that you could get was through his eyes - cold and piercing. "I did." Silence clung to the air, the only sound was the whirring of your computer loading, you had barely logged in when Mr Park approached you. Finally, after what felt like far too long, the blue of the screen illuminated your face, allowing you to open the report. "Here it is."
You braced yourself for yet another distasteful remark to come out of his mouth, but instead you were met with an abrupt "Good." You swore you could even see a gentle softness in his eyes for a split second, but it disappeared just as quickly. It was nearly impossible to hide your surprise, your eyebrows shot up and mouth opened slightly before curving into a wide smile - had you proved yourself? You knew you shouldn't get ahead of yourself but you couldn't help but dream about things finally improving. After spending so much time working for Mr. Park, his behaviour could be predicted - he was likely to go back to the same indifferent man that you had unfortunately grown accustomed to. Yet that glimmer of hope persisted, maybe this was the motivation you need to work even harder and demonstrate how good you could be.
"I'll email you the details for the next one." His eyes scrutinised your face, seemingly taking in every detail, "Have it complete by noon. And I wanted it handed to me in person."
"Yes sir," you swallowed thickly, mind filling with dread but nodded anyway. The thought of entering his office was slightly terrifying, you'd never done it before. Part of you wanted to question him but the majority just wanted him to be gone, so you let it go. At least out in the main office you were surrounded by your colleagues, he couldn't do anything to you there. But alone? Did you truly know what he was like? Would he act the same?
You shook away your thoughts quickly and refreshed your email, eyes fixed on the incoming notification. Better to get it over with.
11:57am. Working in the office was like navigating a time warp. It felt like you had just opened the guidance for the report when in actual fact it was almost time to hand it in. In person. Only one step remained, with 3 minutes to spare all you had to do was print it. You pressed your lips together nervously and clicked print, falling at the last hurdle was something you did a lot.
Destiny is certainly predetermined, you confirm as you stand before the printer that was proudly presenting a glaring "PAPER JAM" error on its screen. You didn't even have time to think, you just started grabbing at the pages that were stuck, praying your report would slide out smoothly and you could both make it to the office in one piece.
Printer 0, you 1. You had no idea how long it had taken for you to free the printer but evidence of your victory was visible in the form of a small tree's worth of crumpled, torn paper in the recycling bin. Compiling the pages and passing by a stapler on your brisk walk to Mr. Park's office was the final thing you could do.
Gingerly, you raised a hand to knock at the door, heart pounding as if you'd just done a 100m sprint in record time. The cool metal handle felt nice on your clammy hands as you entered the office, contemplating every life decision that had led you to this moment.
"12:02," Mr. Park was sitting in his large, leather chair, that same disapproval painted on his face. Your once neutral expression contorted into first one of hurt, then of fiery, red anger. Those three simple syllables were all it took to completely crush your spirit. You open your mouth to speak, trying to choose your words carefully, as much as you hated the man, you couldn't really afford to lose this job. "I said I wanted the report at noon." Mr. Park's cold dark eyes were fixed on your trembling figure standing before his desk, showing no signs of remorse.
"Sir, it is two minutes past twelve," was the only phrase you could muster up without exploding. Maybe he would be gracious - he had always been matter-of-fact, never hiding what he thought. Maybe this was just one of those moments and he wasn't seriously criticising you over a measly two minutes. "And I said noon," He stood up from his chair, moving swiftly around the desk to lean on the front of it, staring directly at you with the same cold eyes.
"I know what you said." Your irritation was becoming more and more apparent, "I had an issue with the printer that took a while to fix."
"And how many of your colleagues also have an issue with the printer?" Mr. Park stood up tall, towering above you, and tilted his head expectantly. "Um.." you pause, dumbfounded, what kind of question was that? "A few, I suppose."
"And how many of them hand in reports at the precise moment I ask them to?" For a second, a small, devious smile flickered onto his face, "I'll answer for you. All of them." Your ears felt hot with anger, you were tired of constantly being treated like a slave, someone who had to meet his exact demands. Your efforts were never enough. "It was two minutes!" You make eye contact with him, steadying your voice, "You constantly feel the need to belittle my work, acting as if what I do is worthless when I know it is absolutely up to standard," He doesn't say anything but you swear you see a hint of shock appear on his face for half a second.
"Do you think I have no expertise? Does my work have no value just because I'm new? I'm sick of trying my hardest only to be dismissed, my passion for this job motivated me to try my best but the more you demand and demand, the less willing I am to prove myself to you."
You shut your eyes, trying to regain composure. It was dawning on you what you had just done. The worst that could happen was you got fired right? Or could he stop you from ever getting employed again? There definitely wouldn't be a good recommendation letter from him to help you get another job, hell, you were lucky enough that this company was even accepting fresh graduates with little experience. You braced yourself - it was done now, all you could do was shamefully accept the consequences. You didn't really feel sorry, this had been a long time coming and Mr. Park definitely deserved to hear it and besides, your fellow colleagues probably felt the same way.
Carefully, you cracked open one eye just a sliver, expecting to see him looking at you with that same disapproving face that he always made but instead, you were met with a big toothy grin. Your eyes shot open and widened in sheer, unbridled disbelief - was he... happy? Was he even capable of feeling anything but disgust? Your gaze met his - there was something different about his eyes too, they didn't look so cold? Was the glint of evil even still there? This felt extremely wrong. He wasn't even looking at you like you were some kind of incompetent, brainless fool. A smile almost crept onto your lips, you truly couldn't believe what was happening or what you were thinking. Maybe I should just quit on the spot, part of your brain was screaming - you didn't even have the faintest idea what he could be thinking and that was truly terrifying.
"You are resilient," were the first words to break the heavy silence hanging in the office. Your mouth opened, evidently moving faster than your brain as you struggled to find words. "Meaning..?" You cocked an eyebrow at him, mentally praying that finally he might start to explain his insane behaviour. "You're tough." He said, matter-of-factly, not feeling the need to expand any further. You knew he liked to communicate in staring and hovering over you as you worked so this was progress but nevertheless, you remained baffled. "This was a test?" You asked aloud, half intending it to be an internal thought. "I'd prefer to call it guidance," he began to smirk a little, relaxing further against the edge of the desk, "what is it they say? 'Pressure makes diamonds' right?"
"Hold on," you make eye contact with him, stepping forward to be closer to him, "you mean to say that your actions were some kind of training ?!" You no longer cared what mighty CEO Mr. Park thought of you, you were going to advocate for yourself no matter what after hearing that so-called explanation. "You're getting it now," he nods, the smirk had disappeared yet his demeanour still felt condescending, "Does it not feel good? To be pushed your maximum potential?"
"Do you get off on degrading people?" You spat through gritted teeth, looking down at the ground so you could take a deep breath to try to steady your pounding heart. You knew some bosses used intense training methods and impossible tasks to weed out their preferred candidates from all of the applicants but you were already being employed by Mr Park - there was no competition for your role, so why was he making your life hell? The creaking of the mahogany desk ripped you from your thoughts, Mr. Park stood up and began approaching you, stopping directly before you. He placed a finger under your chin and gently tilted your head upward to face him, "Do you get off on being degraded?" he echoes, piercing eyes looking directly into what felt like your soul. Suddenly the room felt much hotter, you could feel your cheeks burning up. You had to admit he was attractive, anyone could see that. It felt like hours were going by, each second marked by the thumping of your heart against your ribcage. "You're not usually speechless," he chuckled slightly, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, "So why are you now?" You pull back slightly, needing a moment to process everything. Why was this making you feel some kind of way?
Before you could come to any conclusion, you felt Sunghoon's lips on yours. Soft and inviting - everything previously he hadn't been towards you. You gasped, pulling back, "This-" you swallowed thickly, "isn't appropriate." He was your boss, or more importantly, the boss of quite literally everyone, with a serious reputation to maintain. "Let me make it up to you," he looked at you with such a conflicted expression like he was trying to contain any of the tenderness he felt for you, trying to hide it behind the hard exterior he usually maintained with ease. "I will admit, I pushed you to your limits," his eyebrows furrowed, "but I know exactly what you need right now to feel better." There it was again, that small smirk creeping right back onto his features. "You gave me hell." Your eyes were boring into his skull in the hope that for once you could make him uncomfortable.
"Then let me show you heaven."
You shuffled uncomfortably, adjusting your shirt to try and distract yourself from the growing wetness in your underwear. You couldn't let him see that this was affecting you. But he way he said it... you believed he truly did know what you needed. And you could only get it from him, the man who made every day intolerable for you. It all seemed like some sick joke, but you could feel yourself giving in to the temptation.
"Don't be shy," he was grinning at you, clearly you had paused in silence for a moment too long. Sunghoon reached his hands out and took hold of yours, "I'll take care of you. Promise." He dropped to his knees and pushed your skirt up, swiftly pulling your tights down to expose your soaked panties. "Well, it looks like maybe you do get off on being degraded," he chuckles, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "May I?" he begins to hook his finger under the fabric of your underwear. You would have had to be the strongest woman in all of history to resist the man before you, on his knees with glistening eyes looking up at you, almost excitedly. "Yes," you say quietly with a small smile. Sunghoon wastes no time at all, removing your underwear in one motion, along with the tights bunched at your feet and shoes. "So beautiful," he whispers, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt, pressing a few soft kisses to your thighs. You feel your face heating up, this was not something you would ever have thought of doing but you couldn't help but feel the adrenaline was going to heighten your pleasure. "Please," it comes out barely a whisper. You needed him to touch you and you needed it now.
Without saying another word, his mouth found your clit and latched onto it, sucking gently at the sensitive nub. The sensation made you gasp, hand instinctively grasping his hair. He was lapping up all of your wetness, tongue gliding effortlessly between your folds, with each stroke threatening to snap the knot in your stomach. You breathed out shakily ashe was maintaining eye contact with you, face still buried in your cunt, eating like a man starved. You were dangerously close, thighs clenching and sweat forming on your forehead, yet he maintained the pace. He could feel you unravelling on his tongue, "Are you close, Y/n?" he pulls away intentionally to leave you flustered and confused. "Hoon!" you whimper at the loss of sensation, trying to push his head back down. He laughs and focuses all of his attention right back on your tender clit.
The knot was beginning to tighten once again and Sunghoon was fully aware of this. He slides a finger gently into you, pumping slowly at first but then picking up the pace and adding another digit. Your legs began to shake as you chased your orgasm, "I'm gonna-" you groan, swallowing hard. The sensation was immense and you were sure Sunghoon was some kind of magician. Suddenly, everything stopped. You felt the cold hitting your arousal, and above all, you felt empty. Sunghoon had removed his fingers and sat before you, looking up with an evil grin. "Since you are so eager to please me with your work, I'm wondering how eager you are to please me right now."
You huff, of course he would act like this, anything to stroke his already inflated ego. "Please," you were getting frustrated. "I need you." you finish more quietly, but just loud enough you were certain he could hear you. "What was that?" he stood up and cocked his head. "You heard me," you whine, "Please don't make me repeat it." Sunghoon smiled, and led you over to his desk, gently bending you over it. You felt him lean over, body flush with your back, his breath falling on your ear, "You're gonna take it all, hm?" he taunted you.
Sunghoon wasted no time freeing himself, slipping on a condom he retrieved from a drawer - hips snapping into you harshly as he let out a low groan, you knew he wasn't offering you any option. He barely gave you any time to adjust to his size before moving back and forth with a quick rhythm, the lewd sound of skin against skin filling the room. You could feel the tip of his cock pounding at your cervix mercilessly. A shaky moan left your mouth as you gripped the edge of the desk harder, each thrust making your vision cloudier and mind number. "Look at me," he demanded, grabbing your hair to pull your head back - he loved to see the look in your eyes, what he reduced you to, seeing you come undone and fall apart on his cock only pushed him harder. You were in another realm - you could barely even hear what he was saying, the sensation was overwhelming as he pushed deeper and deeper with each stroke, abusing the back of your cunt. "I said," he pulled harder, strengthening his grip on your hair so his eyes could fixate on yours, "look at me." His expression was a mixture of insatiable lust and determination, "Look how well you take me." A smirk grew on his face, you had spent so much time convincing yourself, and him, that you didn't need this, and now all that effort had been put to waste and Sunghoon had been proven correct. He almost laughed, "You're so gone for me." The same girl that swore she hated his guts was wrapped around his cock letting him use her, and she was practically gagging for more. All you could do was whimper in reply, your heart was pounding in your chest and your body was growing weaker. "Go on…use your words," he jeered, knowing you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, simply letting your head flop back down. "Can't even form a sentence."
Sunghoon nearly lost control as he felt your walls beginning to clench around him, "So fucking tight.." he gritted his teeth, trying to maintain the same pace but his thrusts were getting sloppier - you drove him wild. His grip on your hips was near bruising as he continued to rut into you, chasing his own orgasm. "Oh my god," you bit your lip, you knew you couldn't be loud but you felt yourself nearing your own orgasm. A few thrusts and the sensation washed over you, Sunghoon following right behind.
The air in the office was thick with heat from your bodies colliding. "You alright?" Sunghoon looked at you, this time with a new kind of sincerity you had never seen before. "Yes, thanks," you smile at him, carefully padding around the room to collect your discarded clothing. "Maybe I was a little rough with you.." he rubs the back of his neck before bending down to pick up your tights. "Yeah," you gave him another tired smile, you were honestly dazed, you had never been pleasured like that before and certainly not in a semi-public setting. "I meant also with your work," he paused, "You are brilliant at what you do."
For the first time, you felt validated. Maybe your long hours spent slaving over the desk was worth it - even though Sunghoon hadn't said much, you knew it meant a lot. He wasn't exactly a sappy, speaking from the heart type of guy so this was groundbreaking. "Thank you, sir," you beamed, earning a light-hearted chuckle from him. He sat you gently on the edge of his desk and helped you into your tights before handing you your shoes. After straightening yourself out, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear and smoothing your skirt down, you felt normal again and definitely less exposed - what had just happened was dawning on you. "I guess I'd better get back to work.." you say, some awkwardness returning to the atmosphere.
"Sure." Sunghoon leaves a gentle kiss on your cheek - his final act to surprise you. "I think I'd like to have a few more 'meetings' with you," he grins, rubbing his finger across your cheek. "I think I'd like that too," you smile and turn back towards the door, ready to go back out to your cubicle. There was no way you could say no to him, you needed to uncover the tender and sweet Mr. Park that you had been given tiny glimpses of today.
a strip club was somewhere you had never imagined yourself entering but with tuition fees looming, you found yourself centre stage, under the watchful eyes of innocent jake and mysterious manager jay.
심재윤 — sim jaeyun
STAR DANCER | series
a strip club was somewhere you had never imagined yourself entering but with tuition fees looming, you found yourself centre stage, under the watchful eyes of innocent jake and mysterious manager jay.
박성훈 — park sunghoon
TO MY OFFICE | 3.7k | smut
in which ceo park sunghoon pushes you to your limits, forcing you to snap at him.
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