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secretary (2002)

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simon ‘ghost’ riley is the only one who will stick up for price’s beloved secretary

(part two, part three, part four)

Is it hard working as one of the only female members on the base?

The simple answer is yes, it’s incredibly difficult.

Even though your job may not appear the hardest, especially compared to soldiers that put their own lives at risk, everything else is hard.

The catcalling, not being taken seriously, undermined by soldiers who don’t know their left from their rights, and the pure exhaustion of being left to clean up the captains mistakes.

You’d never really reported anything, seeing that the people you’re supposed to tell— are in fact the perpetrators.

But then one incident got the attention of other soldiers, most specifically, Lieutenant Simon ‘ghost’ Riley.

Before then, Simon had never paid a whole lot of attention to you. Sure you were a looker, but anybody could see that.

You did your job well, and that’s all he cared about.

He also hadn’t seen how other people treat you, and wasn’t aware of it. God knows they would get yelled at if he did.

And one day, he was casually walking through the hallway— intimidating to everybody who dared to look— nothing was out of the ordinary, until he turned that corner.

Simon was met with the sight of you, a terrified younger woman, being crowded by at least 3 lower ranked soldiers. Your eyes were wide, likely with fear, and the men were creeping closer as you tried to walk away.

It looked like something that would’ve turned ugly if Simon didn’t pass when he did, and obviously he intervened.

“Oi! What d’you lot think yur doing?”

His voice was gruff, with the accent and also how deep it sounded anyway,

Your eyebrows raised in complete surprise, and you flinched ever so slightly. Nobody had chosen to say something about the behaviour shown towards you before.. you weren’t exactly sure how to react.

Immediately, the soldiers straighten up and turn to their superior,

“Uh, nothing sir! Just askin the lady a question..” one of them speaks up, but regrets the words as soon as he sees Simon’s eyes.

The mask mostly covered his expression, but his eyes said everything.

“You sure ‘bout that? Why don’t I ask her, hm?”

He turned to you, and even you found yourself straightening your back, and then fixing your blouse which had been slightly adjusted out of place.

“Y/LN.. were these idiots disturbing you?”

You hesitated for one moment , which already gave him a good enough answer. But then you gave a small nod, and a few of the soldiers either groaned or rolled their eyes dismissively.

Simon then crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step closer to loom over the soldiers.

“That’s all I need to see.. now get out of here ‘fore I call Price.”

They all scrambled off, and Simon’s attention turned to you.

You were truly shaken, hands trembling ever so slightly, but you were trying your best to stay still.

And it was obvious, so Simon could tell.

He took a second to analyse your state, none of your clothes were disheveled or out of place, so at least they didn’t go too far.

But in Simon’s mind, even approaching you in that sort of style wasn’t okay in the slightest.

“You alrigh’?” His tone was more casual, as to hopefully not cause you anymore stress.

You didn’t reply at first, instead taking a nervous glance up at him. Then you nodded, and before you knew it— words were spilling out.

“Thank you Simon.. god, i do not know what i would’ve done if you hadn’t seen that— seriously, thank you.” You don’t get the chance to say anything more. Simon places his large, gloved hand on your shoulder and turns your stance to face him.

“Don’t thank me, any good man would do that.”

His gruff tone would sound like he was saying something harsh to you if anybody else heard, but youd knew him long enough to understand that he really did mean that.

A light flush painted your cheeks, and you had to internally remind yourself that this was absolutely not the time— and you’d almost just been assaulted.

But, god, Simon just seems to know exactly the right thing to say to have any woman squirming.

You didnt get the chance to say anything back, since Captain Price’s deep voice suddenly boomed though the corridor, calling a random emergency meeting.

So Simon parted ways, and left you there feeling a mixture of relief, embarrassment and now things you never thought you feel about him.. of all people.

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I'm your secretary...!

A timid young woman starts working for a strict lawyer.

"Do you really want to be my secretary?" Higurumas voice was smooth, slow and deep. Dark, downturned eyes making direct contact with yours, as if asking you to make the biggest decision of your life.

"Yes, i do." The words slipped out of your mouth, like you had been waiting to say them to him ever since reading that job listing in the newspaper.

After that, you felt like you had always been working here, for him. Only for him.

It started off small, he would ask you to round his desk and lean down to speak to him while giving reports.

Hiromi would call your line, speaking in such a tone that would make you want to run to him, without him even asking you to.

His eyes grew bolder, words picked out to make you feel like he wanted to touch you.

You couldn't help yourself. You started doing it back. Bent over on a chair as you tried to reach for something on a higher shelf. For him to watch as your pencil skirt strained, your blouse lifting higher and higher...

While he made important calls, you'd linger around his office. Pick up an envelope and slide a signed paper in for him, bringing the seal up to your lips and licking it. Your eyes never leaving his.

He punished you for teasing him.

He had you bring in a report on your hands and knees. He sat behind his desk, gaze never leaving the documents you held in your mouth while slowly crawling across the wood flooring.

You were timid. He made you take calls for him sometimes. You spoke quietly, unsure of yourself, as if not wanting to mess up in front of him.

Higuruma didn't approve.

"You're a big girl. You can get a much bigger voice out of that tiny throat of yours."

It made you want to moan his name.

One day he snapped, bending you over his desk. But he didn't touch you, no. You faced forward, towards the door of his office. You could hear his belt unbuckling and fabric shifting.

Then lecherous, wet sounds came behind you. Oh my... was he jerking off?

You didn't dare turn your head, biting your lower lip as you stayed still, pretending to look over the documents on his desk.

His breathing got deeper, harsher very quickly. The sounds sped up, you could hear him swallowing thick saliva. Until he stepped back, the sound of something dripping to the floor. He took a shallow breath.

"Clean it up."

You two were a match made in heaven.

You'd do anything for him, you liked it when he controlled what you did, what you saw, what you felt.

He liked it even more.

He'd feed you a mint from his palm.

Ask you to stay at his desk for hours on end.

He found ways to make you feel things you hadn't before. Seen. Taken care of. Fulfilled.

Loved.

You found yourself bent over his desk again a different time, reading out a letter you wrote.

A letter you wrote with typos. On purpose. To get disciplined.

''Dear Mr. Garvey, I'm grateful to you for referring...''

Smack!

''Continue.''

''Um...''

"Read."

''For referring me to your case.''

Slap!

''The subject of animal captivity has been of interest to me for quite a while. And my secretary has prepared research material...''

Smacck!!

''That I think you'll find illuminating. If you would be so kind...''

Smack!

''As to send me the June 5th letter of which we spoke, my associates and I will review it immediately.''

Slap!!

''Please feel free to call me at your earliest convenience. Yours sincerely, H...''

Smack!

"H..Higuruma Hiromi.." you managed to breathlessly get out.

''Read it again.''

You hesitate, but start reading again. Your stinging skin behind your skirt and stockings starting to feel hot.

''Dear Mr. Garvey... ''

It progressed as far as you visiting and staying at his house after work.

Only god can tell what he did with you in the forest surrounding his home. Or the bedroom, his study, the patio, the balcony.

Only for certain is one.

You were ending up in a white wedding gown, held in his arms.

Yoon's notes: bro if uve ever watched secretary 2002 U KNOONWWW BALL ITS LITELTLTY HIROMI Reupload from my old account @/yoonsucksalot ! but redone hihihihi HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!!

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Secretary, 2002