The New CEO - Kim Seunghun
Pairing: Kim Seunghun x Female Reader
Word Count: 5.9k
Warnings: sexual content 18+ (minors dni pls), cursing, power imbalance, heavy smut!
Genre: Smut (slight degrading), fluff, slight angst, non idol au, power imbalance, ceo!seunghun, assistant!reader
Summary: You're a burnt out office worker doing your best to climb up the corporate ladder to eventually run the department on your own, as you're already carrying it on your back, however, things take an unexpected turn when the CEO of your company announces that his son will be taking over instead.
Abbreviations: Y/N: Your Name
(A/N: I'm back with my second cix fanfic and I can't be more excited to share this one! even more are in the works, including ones for different groups, so stay tuned!)
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Some would say that you are the epitome of the modern office worker: young, ambitious, and already teetering on the edge of burnout. At 24, you have spent the past few years slowly climbing the corporate ladder in a bustling marketing firm, which began with you as a 19 year old unpaid intern learning the ropes of the company to finally being hired fresh out of college graduation. At this point, your dream of becoming the head of department fueled your long work hours and countless late nights, but being a young woman in the corporate world meant that the path to a leadership position was anything but smooth.
You found yourself on another Tuesday afternoon sitting in front of the bright glare of your monitor that presented the thousandth microsoft excel spreadsheet you’ve seen in the last few months. Your desk was decorated full of sticky notes, half-empty coffee cups, and stacks of organized reports. You were then distracted for a moment by one of your colleagues walking by, and you happened to notice he was carrying another large pile of folders. You looked up from your computer screen to see him leaning over your cubicle.
“Hey Y/N do you think you could look over these reports for me? Thanks!”
Before you could even respond, he dropped the folders on your desk and went on his way. You held your head in your hands and let out a deep sigh. This was the third time this week that one of your colleagues essentially asked you to do their work for them. However, that was your fault to begin with. You unfortunately shared the news to your work friends (and in turn, the rest of the office) that after your old boss retires, you will be trying to work your way into his position. You’ve been purposefully staying later to make your numbers stand out amongst everyone else’s, which ultimately lead to people taking advantage of your dedication to the company and leaving their responsibilities in your hands, especially unfinished work going into the weekend.
As you shuffled through the pile of folders, fighting the urge to scream, a ping from your email snapped you out of your spiraling frustration. The subject line read: "Urgent Department Meeting - 3 PM Today." and upon further inspection you noticed it was from the CEO’s assistant. A sudden wave of anxiety washed over you. Meetings with the CEO were rare, especially for the entire marketing department, as those were usually reserved for the higher ups in the company.
At 2:55, the small conference room buzzed with hushed conversations as your colleagues trickled in. You sat near the end of the long table with a few of your coworkers who you considered to be your closer friends. You kept your arms crossed as you tried to drown out the speculation swirling around you. The moment the clock hit 3:00, the door swung open, and in walked Mr. Kim, the CEO. His polished demeanor and commanding presence silenced the room instantly. You sharply inhaled as you sat upright, doing everything you could think of to impress him.
“Thank you all for coming,” Mr. Kim began, his tone warm yet firm. “As you know, Mr. Jacobs is retiring after 25 years of dedicated service as your department head. We’re incredibly grateful for his contributions, and today, I’m thrilled to announce to you all the new head of the marketing department.”
You leaned forward in your seat, a flicker of hope lighting up inside you. Your friends all shifted their gaze towards you, as they know you’ve been working towards this moment for the past few years.
Then the CEO stepped aside, gesturing toward the door. A young man entered, dressed in a tailored navy suit with an air of effortless confidence. His sharp jawline and sleek black hair gave him a striking presence, with the slight smile on his face adding to his overall charm.
“This is my son, Seunghun,” Mr. Kim continued. “Now he may look young, but he’s just returned from studying and working abroad in Europe with his Bachelor’s Degree in Marketing from the prestigious Oxford University. With his fresh perspective and innovative ideas, I’m confident he’ll take this department to new heights.”
Your stomach dropped.
The room filled with polite applause, though you barely registered the sound. Your hands clenched tightly in your lap, and a wide range of emotions swirled inside you, including shock, confusion, and above all, anger. Your friends looked at you again with pity this time, as they knew the sacrifices you made for this company had just amounted to nothing.
You couldn’t help but think of how you poured years of blood, sweat, and tears into this department, dreaming of the day your hard work would finally pay off. And now, out of nowhere, this stranger, or rather this privileged outsider, was handed the position you had been tirelessly working toward. Seunghun then stepped forward to address the team, his voice smooth and self-assured.
“Thank you all for the warm welcome. I’m excited to get to know each of you and work together to achieve great things for this company.” He made eye contact with you, which forced you to smile despite you feeling so much anger.
As the meeting adjourned, everyone filed out with forced smiles and murmured congratulations. You stayed behind, staring blankly at the wall in the empty conference room for a few extra minutes. The reports waiting on your desk for you to finish and the endless hours you’d given to this company suddenly felt meaningless. You finally had the strength to leave the conference room, your thoughts a jumbled mix of frustration and disbelief. You walked back to your desk, head down and eyes focused on the floor. You barely noticed the small group of your work friends waiting for you by your cubicle.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Kathy, your closest confidant at work, asked gently.
“Uh…well that was… unexpected,” you muttered, trying to keep your emotions in check.
“No kidding,” the receptionist of the office James chimed in, leaning against your cubicle wall. “The CEO’s son? Seriously? Talk about nepotism...”
“Yeah, like he’s going to understand the struggles of this department,” another coworker, Janice, added, shaking her head.
Kathy placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You deserved that promotion, Y/N. Everyone here knows it. Don’t let this get to you, okay? You’ve worked too hard to let someone else’s privilege overshadow your talent. I’m sure there will be opportunities for you to be promoted in the future!” She said with a smile, trying to make you feel better.
Her words still stung, not because they weren’t true, but because they reminded you of how gaining a promotion was truly out of your hands. You nodded at your colleagues, managing a small smile.
“Thanks, guys. It means a lot.” You say, but that is all you could muster. Janice gave you a hug to comfort you before returning to her work space, while Kathy and James told you that they’re there for you no matter what, and then left your cubicle to catch up on missed calls from clients. You were grateful that at least some people acknowledged your effort here.
The rest of the day dragged on as you tried to focus on the mountain of work still sitting on your desk. Despite your friends’ reassurances, the feeling of being overlooked lingered, making it difficult to concentrate. You swore that you would never let anyone else in this office take advantage of your hard work ever again after today. By 5 o’clock, the office started to empty, and you were ready to go home and crawl into bed, as it was about time you got to catch up on some sleep. You were gathering your things to head home when you heard a knock on the side of your cubicle.
You looked up to see Seunghun standing there, his suit jacket draped casually over his arm. He gave you a small, almost hesitant smile, his earlier confidence in the meeting was tempered by what seemed like genuine interest.
“Y/N, right?” he asked, stepping closer.
You straightened yourself again, trying to keep your composure. This was the CEO’s son after all.
“Yes, that’s me. Is there something I can help you with, sir?”
“Actually, yes.” He paused, glancing around as if to make sure no one else was listening.
“And you can call me Seunghun, no need to address me by sir when we’re the same age.” He said.
You almost rolled your eyes as it felt like he was rubbing his new position in your face, but you held back any signs of disrespect. You still couldn’t help but feel some sort of anger towards him, but you were eager to hear what he had to say.
“I’ve been going over some of the team’s recent work, and your reports stood out to me. I wanted to ask if you’d help me prepare for my first big sales pitch next week.”
You blinked a few times, unsure if you’d heard him correctly.
“You… want my help?” You asked hesitantly. You weren’t sure if you fully registered what he said. He nodded at you.
“I know it’s short notice, but I’ve seen your numbers, and your analysis appears to be sharp. My father even recommended you for the job himself. Plus, I could use some insight into how things have been done here. It’s obvious you know this department inside and out.” He stated.
You stared at him for a moment, stunned. You had never been asked to participate in anything as high-profile as a sales pitch before. The sudden acknowledgment of your skills, even from someone you had been prepared to resent, sent a sense of pride through you.
“Honestly, I’d be happy to help, I’ve been wanting to grow in this company for a while now” you said, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.
“This will be a great opportunity for both of us then,” Seunghun said, his smile growing. “Let’s meet tomorrow to go over the details. I think with your input, we can make a strong impression on our clients.”
As he walked away, you sank back into your chair, staring at the empty hallway where he’d disappeared. For the first time that day, a glimmer of hope reignited in you.
“Maybe things are starting to look bright for my future,” you thought, “Thanks to Mr. Seunghun Kim”
The next week was the beginning of your new role in assisting the head of the department. You arrived at the office on Monday morning a little earlier than usual, armed with a fresh cup of strong iced coffee along with a mixture of nerves and excitement buzzing in your chest. Preparing for this sales pitch was a chance to showcase your talents, and you weren’t about to let the opportunity slip through your fingers.
Seunghun was already in the conference room when you got there, leaning over a table cluttered with folders and a sleek black laptop. He was dressed impeccably again, his tie slightly loosened and sleeves rolled up, revealing toned forearms. He glanced up when you walked in and smiled. “Good morning,” he said, his voice warm. “Thanks for being here early.”
“No problem,” you replied, setting your coffee down and pulling out your laptop. “I figured we’d have a lot to go over.”
He nodded and gestured for you to join him at the table. As you sat down, he slid a folder your way.
“This is the client profile. They’re looking for a dynamic, forward-thinking campaign to boost their brand image. I’ve drafted some ideas, but I want your input on how we can make this more impactful.”
You flipped through the folder, impressed by the groundwork he’d already laid. You suddenly regretted the feeling of doubt you had about his presence here in the company. His ideas were solid, but you couldn’t help but notice areas where they could be improved.
“These are good,” you admitted, “but I think we could add more data-driven insights to back up the creative approach. Numbers tend to sway clients more effectively.”
He leaned closer to you, peering at the notes you had jotted down. The subtle scent of his cologne drifted toward you, and you found yourself momentarily distracted by how close he was.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice lower now that the two of you were in close quarters. “That’s why I wanted your input. After reading through your weekly reports I noticed that you have a way of seeing things others might miss. I think you’ll be the perfect assistant for me.”
The compliment caught you off guard, and you quickly looked back at the folder to hide the slight flush rising to your cheeks.
“It’s just experience,” you said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “I’ve been here long enough to know what works.”
Seunghun chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “Don’t sell yourself short. You clearly know your stuff.”
The two of you spent the next few hours brainstorming and refining the pitch. As the ideas flowed, so did the ease between you. Despite your initial reservations, you found Seunghun to be very intelligent and surprisingly humble for someone in his position. Still, there was an unspoken tension that hung in the air, and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks get warm when he let his gaze linger on you for a moment too long.
At one point, he reached over to adjust the projection on your laptop screen, his hand brushing yours lightly. You froze for a split second, the contact sending an unexpected feeling of shock through you. He seemed to notice, as he glanced at you briefly, but he quickly refocused on the screen.
By the end of the session, the pitch was polished, and you both sat back, satisfied with the results. Seunghun glanced at his watch and let out a sigh.
“We’ve been at this for hours. I didn’t even realize how much time had passed.”
You smiled faintly. “Time flies when you’re working hard.”
He turned to you, his expression softening. “Thanks for putting so much into this, Y/N. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
You felt butterflies in your stomach from his kindness, but managed to keep your tone steady. “Well, let’s hope we don’t mess it up during the presentation, or all our hard work will go to waste.” He laughed at your statement, the sound deep and genuine.
“No pressure, right?” He said, quickly winking at you.
As you gathered your things to leave, he stood and held the door open for you. “Let me walk you back to your desk.”
The gesture surprised you, but you didn’t protest. The walk back was quiet, but the intense energy between you lingered, making your heart thud loudly in your chest. When you reached your desk, he paused, his eyes meeting yours.
“See you tomorrow, Y/N” he said, his voice soft but what you thought was also somewhat flirtatious.
“Yes, see you tomorrow Seunghun,” you replied, watching as he walked away.
The morning of the sales pitch arrived, and the boardroom was a hub of activity as you and Seunghun set up. The client’s team then filed in, and their presence acted as a reminder of how important this moment was for both your department and your personal ambitions. Your palms were a little clammy, but you reassured yourself, as you’d prepared for this for over a week now, and this was not your first presentation.
Once everyone was settled, Seunghun kicked things off with a confident and polished introduction that commanded the room’s attention. His charisma was truly undeniable, and the way he spoke made it clear he was in his element. You were supposed to follow his section with your own analysis, but as he presented, you found yourself fixated on him.
The way his voice carried just the right amount of authority, the subtle curve of his lips when he smiled at the client’s praise, the sharp line of his jaw when he turned to look at the screen, it was all… distracting. It was as if you were experiencing tunnel vision for him, and you couldn’t help but start to experience a certain sensation when looking at him, which caused you to cross your legs to ease the feeling of the sudden wetness that had accumulated between your legs. Before you knew it, Seunghun was gesturing toward you.
“Now, Y/N will walk you all through the data that supports our creative direction.”
You blinked, startled by the sudden shift of focus on you.
“Right, yes,” you said, standing up and moving to the front of the room. Your heart pounded as you tried to regain your composure, fumbling slightly with the clicker.
You began to speak, but your mind kept drifting. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seunghun sitting back in his chair, his eyes trained on you with an unreadable expression. The intensity of his gaze made your skin prickle. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was silently assessing you, or if there was something else in the way he was looking at you.
Your voice wavered slightly as you continued through the slides, stumbling over a statistic you had rehearsed perfectly the night before. A slight murmur rippled through the room, but you quickly recovered, forcing yourself to focus on the numbers and not the magnetic energy coming from Seunghun’s direction.
When you finally finished your section, you sat down, heat flooding your face as you realized how uneven your delivery had been. Seunghun leaned toward you, his voice low.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone sharp, but with a hint of concern.
“I’m fine,” you whispered back, though you weren’t sure he believed it.
The rest of the pitch went smoothly, thanks to Seunghun’s ability to steer the conversation back on track. When the meeting wrapped up, the client and his team politely clapped, looking pleased overall with the presentation,
“We’re impressed with your ideas,” the client said excitedly. “Let’s move forward.”
He then eagerly shook both yours and Seunghun’s hands. Relief flooded you, but it was short-lived. As soon as the clients left the room, Seunghun’s expression hardened. He gathered his notes briskly, avoiding eye contact with you and headed straight towards the door.
“Seunghun, wait,” you said as he turned to leave.
He stopped but didn’t face you. “You almost cost us that pitch,” he said quietly, his voice laced with disappointment.
You flinched at the bluntness of his words. “I know, and I’m sorry. I got distracted and-”
“Distracted? By what?” He cut you off to ask. He turned to face you, and his eyes narrowed.
“You know what, I don’t even want to know. This was important, Y/N. You’re better than that.”
Before you could defend yourself, he was already walking away to his office room, shaking his head and muttering words of disapproval for your performance. You stood there, torn between frustration and guilt. You had luckily earned the client’s approval, but of course you let the son of the CEO down. If only he didn’t look as hot as he did, you would’ve been able to focus. You shifted the blame to Seunghun again, as you wouldn’t be in this predicament if he didn’t suddenly show up to this company and took the spot you were fighting for. You let out a frustrated grunt as you went back to your cubicle to continue your usual busy work for the rest of the day, and you couldn’t help but begin to feel scared that your time at this company may be cut short due to him.
The next day passed in a blur. You did your best to focus on your reports, but the weight of yesterday’s pitch meeting hung over you. Seunghun’s harsh words echoed in your mind, and you found it hard to shake the feeling that you had failed. Every time you caught a glimpse of him in the hallway or across the office, he avoided your gaze, his posture stiff and distant. Your colleagues asked you how it went, and you were forced to lie through your teeth to them about how everything was perfect. Although it was true the meeting was successful in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to share with them how your portion of the presentation went.
At around 4:45 pm, just before the workday came to a close, you received an email from Seunghun: “Please report to my office. I would like to speak with you.”
Your heart sank. This was it. You had expected to hear from him soon after the sales pitch, but you hadn’t expected to be summoned like this. The feeling of nervousness twisted your stomach in knots as you shut off your computer, gathered your things, and made your way toward his office.
When you reached his door, you hesitated for a moment before knocking. His sharp voice came from the other side.
“Come in.”
You pushed the door open and stepped inside, trying to keep your composure. Seunghun was seated behind his desk, his back to you as he looked over some papers. Once you were fully in the office, you couldn’t help but notice the blinds were closed completely, and the normally bright, open space that everyone could usually look into felt uncomfortably dim.
“Y/N,” he said without looking up, his tone neutral. “Shut the door behind you.”
You did as asked, and the soft click of the door closing made you feel even more isolated in the room. The tension in the air was undeniable, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was your final meeting with him before being reprimanded, or worse, fired.
“Have a seat,” Seunghun said, turning to you and gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. His voice was steady, but something about it felt different now. He didn’t seem as angry or disappointed as he was the previous day, but you still couldn’t read him.
You sat down in the chair slowly, unsure of what to expect. He didn’t immediately speak, his eyes still scanning over the papers in front of him. The silence stretched out longer than it should have.
Finally, he placed the papers down and looked at you. “I’m disappointed in how things went yesterday morning.”
“I-I’m sorry for how I presented. I got distracted-”
Seunghun raised a hand, cutting you off. He suddenly rose from his chair, walking around his desk and positioning himself in between you and his desk.
“I know you got distracted, and I know why,” he said, his voice in a low tone. You noticed how dark his eyes got, as he leaned down closer to your face. He then reached his arm out, cupping your chin in his hand.
“You were distracted because…” He paused, “You were thinking about how badly you want me to fuck you, huh?”
You gasped slightly, caught off guard by his bluntness. You couldn’t help the shocked expression on your face as he peered deeply into your eyes, waiting for any words to come out.
“Seunghun…” you began, not sure how to respond.
He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at your panicked self. He clocked you and you knew it. Who wouldn’t want their handsome, rich, similar in age boss to have sex with them?
“Well don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll get what you want, because I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since I first met you”
The grip he had on your face tightened slightly as he brought his face close to you, quickly closing the distance and pressing his lips firmly to yours. You let yourself fall deep into the kiss, as it was one filled with lust and pent up frustration from the past week. His hand moved from your chin to your neck as he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you allowed him to dominate the kiss. He continued exploring every corner of your mouth as the saliva from his tongue and yours entangling in each other drooled onto your chin.
With his hand still firmly on your neck, he broke the kiss and began to trail wet and sloppy kisses along your jawline, as his eagerness to claim you as his own was growing. You tilted your head to the side more so you could grant him easier access to your neck, and he worked his mouth down to your exposed skin, easily finding your sensitive spot. The audible moans that left your mouth made his dick twitch in anticipation for the noises that you would make once he was inside of you. He pulled at the fabric of your blouse, attempting to unbutton it without looking.
“I want you so bad right now” he said in between leaving marks on your neck.
“Seunghun, you can’t leave too many hickeys, everyone is going to see them.” You whisper in between your moans.
“Let them see, I don’t fucking care” Seunghun said, biting down on an unmarked portion of your neck. You yelped as he did this, as he licked and sucked the spot multiple times before moving even further down towards your chest. The cold air of his office hit your skin as Seunghun undid the last button on your blouse, swiftly removing it with one quick motion. Your bra was next, as he was determined to see every inch of you tonight. After discarding it, he trailed his mouth that was still connected to your neck down to your breasts as he took one of your nipples in, sending a ripple of pleasure through your body as he sucked on your tender area. You attempted to move your hands up to begin undoing the tie from his white collared shirt, but he was quick to stop you.
“I didn’t say you could touch me” He said, gripping your wrists tightly. You winced as he harshly yanked you up from your seat.
“You want my tie off me so bad? Well in that case you can have it instead” He mumbled in your ear. Without hesitation, he switched positions with you so that you were pressed against the desk. He then demanded for you to sit down to watch as he loosened his tie and removed it from his neck, only for him to place your arms behind your back and fasten the tie around your wrists tightly. As much as you wanted to feel up Seunghun’s body yourself, you couldn’t help but enjoy how he was in control of the situation. His dominating nature only made you wetter by the second, and he could tell you were desperate for his touch.
He lowered himself down to his knees, making himself eye level with your now throbbing pussy. He slid his hands into the waistband of your pants, pulling them off with ease, revealing the lacey black underwear you wore that day. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight, as you looked so submissive for him at this moment. He pushed the fabric to the side as he trailed his fingers along the wet folds. You moaned in response, throwing your head back from the pleasure of his touch.
“Look at how soaked you are for me, you slut” He said. Your cheeks turned red from embarrassment, as you never thought one man would have this effect on you so easily. He lined up one finger at your entrance, slowly pushing it in purposefully to garner a reaction out of you.
“Fuck Seunghun, please-ah!” You were cut off as he started to move his finger in and out of your slick core.
“You wanted me this bad? Look how easily I can move inside of you. I may have to add a second finger to this whore’s pussy” He teased, and he did just that. Seunghun thrusted his two fingers nonstop until your thighs were shaking. The immense pleasure from him working his way into you made you see white as you rolled your head back. He didn’t want you to finish just yet, so he removed his fingers, allowing the juices to stay on there as he grabbed your thighs to spread them open even wider.
He wasted no time licking a stripe up your folds and circling his tongue around your clit. You badly wanted to grab his hair and pull him in even closer, but your restraint made you sit there and take it as is. You could only buck your hips into his face as he delved deeper into you, creating marks in your thighs with how tightly he held onto them as he ate you out. He pulled his face back to enter his fingers again into your gaping hole, then attached his mouth onto your bud so he could work both of your sensitive areas at the same time.
“Seunghun…you’re going to make me cum” You whined. Although he wanted to watch you squirm for him while he had his fingers deep inside of you as long as he could, he decided that he still couldn’t let you finish at this point. Of course, not without him being able to experience any physical pleasure. He wanted to experience the warmth of your wet cunt around him.
Seunghun stood up from his position on the ground, attaching his lips to yours again.
“I wanted you to know how good you taste, I could eat your pussy all fucking day if I could” Seunghun muttered. If it was somehow possible, his words turned you on even more than you already were. The urge for him to finally insert himself inside of you was becoming too great, and you were feeling impatient. As if he knew what you were thinking, he demanded that you stand from his desk and turn around for him. He was quick to forcefully bend you over, so that your ass was on full display for him as your upper body laid flat on the table. Seunghun fumbled with his belt, and finally slipped his pants off to free his throbbing cock. His dick was wet with precum, and he rested it on your soaking pussy for a moment. Seunghun proceeded to stroke himself against the outside of your core, making sure his tip brushed against your clit every time he moved.
You bit your lip in anticipation for him to finally push his cock into you. You let out an exacerbated gasp once he inserted his tip. As he drove it further in, it stretched your hole open to accommodate his large size.
“You took me in so easily, you little slut. I wasn’t expecting that from such a tight pussy like yours” Seunghun teased once his length was all the way in you. You struggled to respond as the feeling of him inside of you was the only thing on your mind.
“You’re so…fucking…big…Please, fuck me, Seunghun” You begged, feeling the tears from being stretched forming in the corners of your eyes.
At that moment Seunghun couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pulled you back towards him by your hips, pushing his dick as deep in you as he could go, and then pulled all the way out before repeating the process multiple times. Seunghun laced his hands in your hair, pulling your head back as he thrusted inside of you over and over again. The narrow walls of your core close in over Seunghun’s dick, pulling him inside and holding him in. His quiet moans and the slapping of his hips against your skin echo around you in his dimly lit office.
“You’re so fucking good for me, baby” Seunghun whispers in your ear. That is all he has to say to you before his thrusts suddenly get faster and faster, becoming almost aggressive as he presses you up harder against the desk, his muscular thighs slapping against your exposed ass. You begin to feel a knot in your stomach as an overwhelming sense of pleasure takes over you. As Seunghun drives into you again your orgasm finally hits you, causing you to rest your head on the desk. Your body begins to shake as Seunghun is still fucking his cock into you, as he doesn’t want to stop until he finishes.
You loudly groan as Seunghun pulls out of you, and he lets his head drop against your back as he latched his mouth onto the back of your neck to stifle a loud, prolonged moan, as the fear of any lingering office workers in the building was still on both of your minds. Seunghun released his load onto your ass, and you felt the warm sensation of cum drip down towards your cunt. The intensity of his orgasm causes him to go silent for a few seconds, and it takes him a while to come to.
After a few seconds, it hits you. You just had sex with your boss. The recent fear of losing your job came back, as you remembered how you screwed up the presentation. In the moment you thought that maybe Seunghun decided to fuck you so that he could fire you right after.
“How was my performance this time?” You ask to break the silence in the room.
“You showed significant improvement, Y/N. In fact, I think I’ll keep you as my direct assistant for future meetings” Seunghun said, pulling himself off of you and retrieving his discarded clothing. You perked up as the words he spoke fully registered in your mind.
“Wait, do you really mean it?” You sounded hopeful, praying that he wasn’t lying.
Seunghun then released you from the tie that bound your wrists together, smiling as he gazed upon your beautiful naked body before him.
“I’m a man of my word, Y/N. Besides, I don’t think I could keep myself away from you ever again after today” Seunghun responded. You blushed slightly, and you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you were able to keep this job. Although the head of the department was what you originally aimed for, being Seunghun’s right hand man would be the next best thing.
“Oh but next time, try to hide the ‘fuck me’ eyes during our meetings, okay? It was way too obvious” Seunghun said. You quickly nodded and mentally scolded yourself for not being able to hide how you felt about Seunghun in front of important clientele. Seunghun then pressed a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer to him by your waist as you stood next to him.
“Anything for you, sir” You responded, saluting him jokingly.
“What did I tell you about calling me sir? Do I need to teach you another lesson?” He asked, raising his eyebrow at you in a suggestive manner.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to one” You said, smirking at him flirtatiously. He shook his head and chuckled, working his way to the other side of his desk to pack up his belongings for the night.
“With our chemistry, you and I are going to make a great team here at the company, Y/N” He stated, escorting you out of his office and towards the exit of the building.
“I can’t wait for more meetings with you” You responded, following him outside into the cool night air.
THE END