warnings: overstimulation, fingering, big dicked wony, power imbalance, gp, office sex, semi public sex, almost getting caught, mild degrading, hard! femme dom wony, lowkey soft dom if u squint, slightly mean wony, sub! reader, top & bottom dynamic, readers a brat! CEO! wony, employe! reader. multiple orgasms, brat tamer! wony. mommy kink(?), size kink(not implied), mirror sex.
let me know if i missed anything.
your boss has always pissed you off in ways you couldn’t really name, it was something about her. way too pretty, way too smart. or maybe the fact that she knew she’s perfect. it’s either she makes fun of your clothes, how tired you looked (from work SHE gave you).. or the way her gaze lingered too long on your legs when you're bending over to get something. and it’s always a joke, always "playful."
like last week, "rough night?" she asked, eyeing the bags under your eyes like she wanted to touch them. you laughed, tight and forced, muttering something about spreadsheets. she just smirked.
you convinced yourself she’s just trying to put you to shame. that she liked this, it made her feel better about herself.
untill you’re laughing too hard at something her secretary said.
he’s not even funny. but you’re bored, and petty, and maybe just found the only decent person in this company. you don’t expect her to care at all.
but then she’s there.
“having fun? you know.. i didn’t hire you to have a little chit chat with my secretary.”
her voice is casual, but her hand isn’t. it wraps around your wrist like a promise.
tight. cocky.
you blink. “what are you—”
“how about you come with me for a little chat, yeah?”
she doesn’t even *look* at you when she says it. just starts walking toward the elevator, dragging you behind like a bad little intern who doesn’t know her place.
you try to be defiant, really. but the smell of her perfume. the way she looked in those clothes.
may god help you.
she almost drags you to the elevator, her legs being longer than yours causing her to be faster. it opens, emergency stop. silence.
she turns to you, still cocky. but there was something else to her gaze now. something you couldn’t name.
“so that’s your type?” she says. breaking the silence between you.
“men who stare at your tits while they complain about their work hours?”
you open your mouth. she keeps going.
“how cute.”
she steps closer. one heel at a time. like she’s giving you the chance to run.
like she knows you won’t.
“i’ve been patient,” she says. “letting you act out. letting you pretend you weren’t beggimg for me every time you used that mouth of yours.”
you roll your eyes, not wanting to let go of your pride even tho your knees buckle under her stare. she laughs. hard.
“you only act like this with me. you know that, right?”
you try to talk. she doesn’t let you.
“you think i’m stupid? that i haven’t noticed the way you dress when you know i’m in? that little stare of yours when I’m announcing a new project?”
she smiles, full of ego. this is what she gets off to, you’re convinced. she likes having this type of power over you.
“you wanted my attention. congrats.”
she spins you around and makes you face the mirror in the elevator.
your palms hit the cool glass with a soft thud. chest rising too fast, lips already parted from the force of it.
before you can ask what she’s doing, her body is pressed up against yours. like she’s trying to brand you with the shape of her.
“look,” she breathes, her voice velvet-wrapped venom. “go on. look at yourself.”
you do. and god, you hate how wrecked you already look.
“you see that?” she whispers, her mouth grazing your ear. “this is how you should look.. not giggling at my secretary like some bored little girl.”
“i wasn’t—” you start, but she laughs. you would’ve called her a bitch if she wasn’t so pretty.
“shhh. i don’t care.”
her hand trails down your stomach, slow and deliberate, until you’re practically shaking.
“you got my attention. now take it. all of it.”
she lifts up your skirt. her other hand going to your hair. she practically shoved down your panties. the sudden contact making you squirm. “wonyou-“ you tried to say, she murmurs something about wanting you to shut up.
she starts fingering your cunt. you can’t help but close your eyes shut. the slow delicate rubbing on your clit already made u wet enough. she smirked. “so fucking wet for me” she says rubbing circles on your clit. you whimper– you couldn’t help it. she looks at you through the mirror nodding, proud of herself.
“open your eyes baby, i wanna see you look at yourself getting fucked by her boss.” she says cockier than ever. you open your eyes. theyre almost teary, full of need. lust. “that’s right just like that.” she says suddenly slamming her long fingers in you. making you arch your back against her even more. yelling out her name.
"thought i hated you?" she smirks. "no, baby. i’ve been thinking about ruining you since the day you walked in with that attitude and those stupid little skirts.”
you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to breathe, trying to think.
“I told you to open your eyes didn’t i?”
her voice sharpens. your eyes snap back open.
“you don’t get to look away. not when i’m giving you what you need.”
her hand moves deeper. you gasp. too loud, too needy. her smile grows wider. crueler.
“please—“ you say, wanting more.
“words, use your words.” she says pulling your hair with a grin. “m- more.. i need more-“ she nods. she curls her fingers just right.
you nodded. legs shakings. she goes slowly first. u whimper, grunt. and you almost come. but she doesn’t let you.
“don’t come yet baby.” she says going faster now. she hits that spot so good you can’t believe you’re getting finger fucked by your pretty boss in a elevator right now. u try your best to keep quiet since poeple might hear you.
“w- wonyoung- please.. i wanna-“ she slaps your ass.
“call me mommy and I’ll think about letting you come” your cheeks flushed. she’s such a pervert. “m— mommy..” u said, grinding against her fingers.
“such a needy little cunt are you? hm? ready to cum all over my fingers.”
she slides them in a few more times.
“you’ve been so good for mommy. I’ll let you come.” your eyes sparkled. you finally released yourself from holding it in.
“fuck you creamed all over me baby..” she said grinning, licking her fingers clean. putting your clothes back on. you were embarrassed. you didn’t know what to feel. I mean- you thought she hated you.
after cleaning you up, she “next time I wanna see everything.” She she says as if she knows you’ll come back for a second round.
