Burning Desire
PAIRINGS: shiv roy/f!reader
SUMMARY: you had hoped that working on a work assignment with shiv might make her open up to you. Instead it lead to you 'opening up' in an entirely different way. (NSFW • MINORS DNI)
TAGS: coworkers hooking up, degredation, praise, office crushes, cheating (if you squint)
NOTES: hi guys :) this is my first fic I'm posting on tumblr and my first piece of smut so please be nice and I hope y'all like it!
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Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt Shiv's hand press firmer against your mouth, forcing you to keep quiet even as she continued to pump her fingers into you at that ruthless pace. Each stroke of her fingertips hit that perfect spot inside you, drawing out animalistic sounds that were just barely concealed by her. Every little touch made you feel electric, every inch of your body practically vibrating from the pleasure.
As your head tilted back and knocked back against the door, you thank whatever God there was for putting you in this situation.
You had seen Shioban Roy countless times around the Waystar offices, normally in some meeting or getting into an argument with her siblings that half the staff had to witness.
You knew very little about her initially other than what was public knowledge. You had no reason to pay her any mind, but you always felt your eyes drawn to her anyway.
At first you reasoned it was because of the effortless way she commanded the room or the fact that, as Gerri's second in command, she was kind of your bosses boss but as your curiosity began to change shape it became harder and harder to deny.
You couldn't tear your eyes away from her if she walked by your desk, the simple twirl of her hips enough to take your breath away. When she leaned over her desk to talk to you, you just about lost your ability to think clearly. And the one time you saw her kiss her husband in the lobby it filled you with a feeling you refuse to admit even to yourself.
It was ridiculous, and beyond irresponsible.
For one, she was your boss. If that wasn't enough she was married - to the head of news at the company that you work for no less!
You did your best to convince yourself that it was just an office crush. She was a beautiful woman with a touch of power that turned you on more than you wanted to admit. That was surely all it was.
Or it least, that was all it had been, until you got assigned to work on an agreement that Shiv, as President of Operations was hwading. t really wasn't an overly complicated assignment, which is why Gerri handed it over to you, and you expected to be done with it in a couple of days.
As it turns out, that was far from the case. The other company refused to sign, and what could have been a couple meetings turned into long days and nights cooped up in Shiv's office hunched over paperwork.
Your silly crush hadn't gotten away, and had gotten even harder to manage. Now you were close enough to smell her expensive perfume, close enough to hear the edge her voice took when she was telling you to do something.
You tried to push it down, smother it, but the flame only grew brighter with each day you spent together.
Finally, after a million emails and a formally worded threat of litigation, the smaller tech company signed the contract and became a part of the growing monolith that was Waystar Royco.
You had never seen Shiv happier, practically beaming as she went immediately to gloat to her father. You took your things and disappeared back to your own office, expecting that would be the end of your Shiv Roy saga.
You were a little sad to see it end, but you're sure your vibrator will thank you for a break now that you won't have to constantly be so close to her so you prepare yourself to just move on.
You should have known things with her could never be that simple.
Just as you began to catch up with your other work you've been neglecting to help her she pops her head into your office.
"Come out with me to celebrate our win." She says without so much as a 'hello', "Drinks on me."
It wasn't a request so much as a command, but you found yourself agreeing anyway.
With that she turned on her heels, leaving you with a fluttering feeling in your stomach.
You were distracted the rest of the day wondering what she was up to. Did she really just want to celebrate? What was her game here? You knew the Roys well enough to know they never did anything without an agenda.
By the time she came to get you from your office at the end of the day you were all but convinced she was going to fire you. You went with her anyway, heart thumping in your chest as the two of you sat quietly in her private car.
She had her driver take you two to a high end bar that seemed to be pretending to be a dive bar. It was busy, with warm bodies and loud music everywhere. It could almost pass for a normal bar if it weren't for the suits all around and the fact that one of their drinks rang up for twice as much as your hourly wage.
She (thankfully) bought you your drink and turned to gave you fully once you had both settled into a leather booth.
It started off perfectly innocently, talking about you success with the deal and your future at Waystar. Your anxiety began to melt as you realized she really wasn't firing you. In fact, she seemed like she genuinely wanted to talk to you.
You talked your way through another 2 drinks each, both of you slowly opening up to each other. You told her about how much Gerri gets on your case and she tells you about her open relationship with Tom.
She drops it into the conversation casually but the way she blinks her eyes gives her away. She knows exactly what she's doing.
"I mean, I don't control what he does. Why would I let him control me?" She leans a little closer, and the finger tracing the rim of her drink turned into a heavy hand on your thigh.
Her voice lowers as she continues, sending shivers down your spine.
"I sleep with whoever I want. Whenever I want."
Your voice choked up a little as you responded, voice sticking in your throat from the sheer shock of it all.
"Yeah, me too." You manage, drawing a laugh from the redhead.
"Oh yeah?" She teases, eyes twinkling as she whispers into your ear.
"Why don't you come show me?"
Before you can even begin to think better of it her ingers splayed are across your back and she's guiding you to the back of the bar.
She opens a door knowingly and you realize she had planned this. If she had to have an angle, you were glad it was this one.
Once the two of you were inside she pressed you back against the door. The cold metal pulled a shiver from you, but the second her lips were on yours it's like every other sensation melted away. She kissed you like she wanted to consume you and you would be more than happy to let her.
As if reading your thoughts she bit your lip, pulling a little yelp out of her. She grinned and moved her lips against your neck as her hands slid up under your dress. You preened under her touch, breathy moans escaping you despite yourself.
It took only a moment for your panties to be tugged down your legs but she paused before actually touching you. You tired rolling your hips but all she did was brush your clit all too softly.
"Shiv, please." You begged, tapping into the want for submission she so clearly had in her normal life. The tendency clearly extends to sex because as soon as you give her what she wants she finally pushed her fingers into you.
She was clearly skilled with her fingers and she worked you up in no time. You moaned loudly, and she gripped your chin to warn you.
"Be. Quiet."
When you couldn't comply she shoved her hand over your mouth, gripping your cheeks to keep it in place. When you whimpered enough to be heard through her attempted gag she crowded you further against the wall.
"Shut up."
She spoke into your ear, equal parts threat and promise.
"Unless you want us to get caught. Maybe you'd like that. Maybe you want everyone to see what you let me do to you in this bathroom."
She strikes just the right spot inside of you and your thighs begin to quake, fingers clutching desperately to her shoulders. You know you should try to maintain some level of basic self respect but when she looks at you with those hungry eyes you just can't find it in yourself to care.
"God you're such a slut." She says, sounding pleasantly surprised. The words send sparks down your spine and you feel yourself tumble over the edge.
Your mind is hazy and your legs shake so badly she has to use her thigh to prop you up.
Once you had calmed down enough to do something that resembled normal breathing she let you go, smiling like she's just won some kind of contest.
"Good girl. I knew you had it in you." She says, and it's a struggle not to let the praise go straight to your head.
She starts to check her reflection in the mirror over the sink as you stay against the door, trying to make your brain work properly again.
Eventually you come to your senses enough to straighten up and try to appear half as nonchalant as she is.
You approach her, leaning against the sink as you watch her fix her hair.
"You're not going to let me return the favor?" You ask with a tone od faux innocence, trying to talk as if it were about a business deal instead of the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.
"Oh trust me, you're going to." She grins at you in the mirror. "But we're not doing this again in the bathroom. We're going back to my apartment."
She strides right out of the bathroom, knowing you were going to follow her without you having to say a word.
She's not wrong, and you chase after her before you even have the time to realize your panties are still discarded on the bathroom floor.
