Baek Dong-ha | False God
Summary: On a stormy night, the simmering tension between you and Dong-ha finally reaches its breaking point in the office.
Warning: +18, smut, unprotected sex, both characters are minors of age, office sex (if we can call it like that).
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
The only sound in the office was the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall in front of you. Outside, the sky had turned a bruised and dark gray, unseasonable for this time of year and a sure sign of an approaching storm.
You sat there, hand resting on the keyboard, staring out the large window at the motorcycle graveyard below. You allowed yourself a five-minute break before tackling what was left of the night.
Truthfully, you weren't sure how much longer you could keep this up. Ever since Baek-jin brought the city's top school into the Union, the workload in the office had become insane. With the gang now having over twenty-five men working for them, your tasks seemed to have multiplied by millions.
You’d even been pulling overtime lately. You didn't mind, of course… the pay for those extra hours was more than generous.
Plus, there was the small detail that you loved your job. You’d head here straight from school and stay until midnight, filing reports, pricing bikes, and scouting for future clients… or victims.
But every night at dinner time, you’d leave the prison of your four office walls and head down to the warehouse "communal area." It was really just three thrashed sofas and a coffee table, but that’s where you found all the motivation you needed to power through the rest of the night.
Every single night, as you ate your dinner, a certain dark-haired guy would be sitting on that sofa. With his intimidating eyes and malicious smirk, he’d be chatting with the boys about some fight. He never missed a night. He always seemed to be in a good mood… ready to end someone’s life, sure, but in high spirits nonetheless. At least, that’s what his constant, wicked grin and slight nods of approval suggested.
It didn't take a genius to see it: Dong-ha was, quite simply, exceptional. Not only was he great at his job, but he had the kind of personality that commanded instant fear. But with you, that didn't work.
Your interest in him started shortly after you transferred to his school. During class, the teacher paired you up for a science project with another student who didn't lift a finger to help. So when you found Dong-ha beating the living daylights out of that same guy behind the school after you’d received a failing grade, you knew justice had been served.
A bit later, and for entirely different reasons, you accepted Seong-mok’s offer to start working for the Union. You hadn't known Dong-ha was part of the gang, too… you could practically float with joy every time you thought about it.
Sometimes, if it was one of your lucky days, he’d even show up in the office. He’d come in to ask for a favor… filling out a few forms because, between handing out beatdowns, he didn't have the time. Every time you did it, every time you handed him the completed papers, he’d give you one of those smiles that drove you wild.
“Thanks, you’re the best” he’d say, using a gentle tone he never used with his crew.
You’re the best, you’d repeat in your head every single time.
Whenever he was right there across the desk, you took advantage of every second to admire his features, his gestures, his movements. A small laugh escaped you at the thought, and you turned your eyes back to the monitor just as a soft knock came at the door.
“Come in” you said.
As if fate were playing a practical joke, the door creaked open and the subject of your thoughts poked his head in. After asking for permission to enter, he looked at you and gave a small nod.
“I was hoping you could help me with some documents. Baek-jin asked me to list the bikes we scored this month, but I don't get the chart,” Dong-ha said, flashing a faint, apologetic smile while furrowing his brow. “Sorry, I know it’s late, but it shouldn't take long.”
“No, it’s fine,” you replied. “I was going to stay and finish some other things anyway. Give me the papers and I’ll get them to you in a bit.”
“Actually, I was hoping you could come outside with me, take the photos, and then we could come back here and write everything up. It’s a two-person job.”
That caught you off guard. A two-person job? In your office? For starters, you didn't even know he had that much responsibility regarding the motorbike thefts… was it just an excuse to get close to you? No, too good to be true. But regardless, you accepted instantly.
You left the office, Dong-ha in the lead and you following behind toward the lot they used as a chop shop. He was walking so close that you couldn't help but study him as usual. You watched his broad back, his wide shoulders, and the way his black t-shirt fit him perfectly. He was so tall… easily six inches taller than you. He was, without a doubt, the hottest guy you’d ever met, like all your fantasies had come to life in the form of a six-foot-two teenager.
The skin on his neck looked so soft… you let yourself imagine touching it. Suddenly he stopped in front of a row of bikes, snapping you out of your trance. You’d arrived.
“These are the ones” he said.
You pulled out your phone and took the photos, making sure the plates and models were clear. Dong-ha helped by holding a flashlight. Then you headed back to the warehouse and straight for the stairs. The others weren't around; you’d heard they’d gone out to track down some Eunjang kids.
He held the door open for you, letting you in before closing it behind him. He asked if you wanted anything to eat, but you declined. He sat across from you, his smile still intact, looking expectant.
“Is something wrong?” you asked. He tried to shift his expression into something more serious.
“No, it’s just…” He shook his head. “I feel bad asking you for so many favors, but you’re the only one who can help me.”
“It’s fine, really. It’s no trouble at all” You pulled your chair closer to the desk and reached out. “Give me the papers so we can get through them.”
The work was simple: just filling in a few charts with data. But as easy as it was, twenty minutes had passed and you hadn't been able to concentrate for a single second.
His presence filled the office with his cologne; you’d never been so attracted to a scent in your life. At one point, without even realizing it, you looked up and saw him gnawing on the pen in his hand, seemingly focused on the papers.
I wish I were that pen.
God, I want him to take me so bad.
“What?”
You blinked once, then twice. Dong-ha was looking at you with a furrowed brow and a playful smirk. Shit. Did you actually say that out loud?
“Sorry, I swear I didn't mean to...” The words stumbled out of your mouth, and suddenly, you started to break a sweat.
“But do you really want to?” he asked. He arched an eyebrow, looking at you inquisitively as he stood up, rounded the desk, and stopped right in front of you.
“Yes… I guess I do” you blurted out.
You held your breath as Dong-ha reached out and placed a hand under your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up and look him in the eye.
“Say it again” he demanded.
“I want you to make me yours…”
You stood up too, and he didn't wait another second to close the gap between your lips. You’d fantasized a thousand times about what it would feel like to kiss him, but you’d been too modest. The reality blew your imagination away.
For a second, nothing happened… maybe from the shock of the moment and the wrongness of it all, but after that initial jolt, he was the one who started moving his lips, gently at first, then with building intensity.
Now your arms were hooked behind his neck while he held you by the small of your back, pulling your bodies flush. When the kiss reached its peak, you pulled back just enough to catch your breath and gave his bottom lip a little nip, drawing a low whimper from him.
“You’ve got some nerve…,” he said before crashing his mouth back onto yours with even more fire than before.
Suddenly, his hands were on your waist, lifting you onto the desk. You wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him even closer. You started moving slowly, creating a friction between your pelvises that drew ragged sighs from him mid-kiss. Within minutes, it was obvious he was just as turned on as you were, his heat growing against his trousers.
“Take it off” you begged, tugging at his shirt. Dong-ha obeyed instantly.
Your lips met again as you stroked his bare back, moving up to his neck and finally tangling your hands in his short hair. At one point, he pulled away and pressed his lips to your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone while his hands worked on your pants. Once he succeeded, he tugged the garment down, and you lifted your hips slightly to help.
Dong-ha leaned down, his face level with your hips, and began planting kisses just above the lace of your underwear.
Oh my God.
A shiver ran through your entire body in pure anticipation. It was all too much. The whole room smelled like him; your hands were shaking and you were damp with excitement. He continued a trail of kisses up your abdomen as he moved back toward your neck, which he was now biting softly.
“I think…” he said between breaths, fumbling with his pockets. “You don't have any condoms?”
“I’m on the pill” you managed to choke out, and he smirked against your skin.
“Perfect.”
Dong-ha pulled back to strip out of the rest of his clothes, and you had to grip the desk just to feel connected to something on this planet that wasn't his body. Your head was spinning; you needed him right now.
Your mouths found each other again. One of his hands moved to your lower back while the other squeezed your thigh hard. Finally, he slid inside you, drawing out a heavy sigh that died against your lips.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of having you like this, beautiful” Dong-ha said, surprising you. “All to myself.”
You leaned back onto the desk, not caring if you crumpled the papers underneath you, and then he started to move. He wasn't being gentle; he was forceful and desperate. Both of you had been holding this in for too long, and nothing was going to stop you now.
Something in you knew it from the start. Dong-ha, the guy who could fight an entire class for hours, was a total beast behind closed doors. Exactly like you’d fantasized for months.
He thrust into you fast and deep, his hands gripping your hips so hard you knew they’d leave marks. A vein stood out on his forehead, slick with sweat. The only sound in the room, besides the slapping of skin, was the sound of his increasingly ragged breathing and the soft gasps with every thrust.
“Please” you heard yourself say, not even sure what you were asking for. But he seemed to understand instantly.
“Yeah baby.”
Now he really turned into a beast. He picked up the pace, teeth gritted with effort, letting out groans that were music to your ears. Suddenly, it was all too much. Your whole body shook as the orgasm hit you, your legs going weak around his waist. He held them in place when he realized you couldn't do it yourself anymore. You were in total ecstasy; you’d finished without even needing to touch yourself, and yet you’d never had an orgasm this intense.
He kept thrusting hard, chasing his own climax, and you let him do whatever he wanted. You’d keep this moment in your memory forever… you could live a hundred lives and never witness anything this erotic again. One, two, three more thrusts and he came deep inside you, letting out a sharp gasp as he collapsed against your stomach.
You stared at the ceiling as your breathing returned to normal, and only then did you notice the sound of rain lashing against the windows behind him. It had started raining at some point, but you’d both been too absorbed in each other to notice.
He was still on top of you, propped up on one hand. With the other, he stroked your cheek, as if he didn't want to let go just yet. The heat of his skin against yours was the only perfect thing in the world.
“You okay?” Dong-ha murmured, his voice raspy, barely audible over the pitter-patter of the rain.
You nodded with a faint smile, not looking at him. You kept staring at the ceiling, your mind a blank slate, afraid that thinking too much would ruin what had just happened. He settled a bit closer and pressed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder before resting his forehead against your skin.
Outside, the storm continued to pour, shielding the silence that reigned inside that office.
