Time To Work
pairing: park seonghwa x afab! reader
warnings: rough sex, name calling, slut shaming, sex in exchange of money, kind of hate sex?, spit, anal play, choking, dom/sub, humiliation, degradation, slapping, spanking, creampie!!, squirting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, rough oral sex, reader barks a few times.
word count: 9.2k
summary: you’re in a desperate need for a job, and you go and ask for help to Park Seonghwa, one of the richest men in the country. the thing is: you broke his heart years ago, and now he wants payback.
Waiting has never been a problem for you. Not once, expect for now. See, you’re pretty prideful of your patience and of the way you can handle situations when experiencing stress. Now? You look like a damn fool.
You’re not even sure you can actually recognize yourself, if you were to be completely honest. Standing in front of that door, desperate and pathetic. Your arms are shaking, your hands feel cold and weak. If you were to grab a butterfly, the little thing would probably laugh at you and bite you. And we all know butterflies don’t actually bite.
Do they?
You have no idea.
Right now, your only thought is: will I be able to make it?Will I look like an idiot in front of him? Will he laugh at me? Will I like it?
“Miss? Miss…?”
What? What? You turn you head and you see the girl: confused eyes, hair tied up neatly and arms busy carrying so many papers.
“Oh- Hi… I booked an appointment a while ago? I think one of your colleagues let me in, I’m Y/N…”, you stutter, clearing your throat as you try to get out of your own head and focus on the situation that you inevitably have to deal with.
“Right! Yes, of course”, says the girl. She smiles, but it’s fake. A smile made out of obligation, out of compassion. It’s her job, nothing more. She doesn’t care about you: just like you don’t care about her.
She’s just a means to an end, and she knows it. “Please, follow me, dear. Mr Park is ready to meet you”, she adds, waving her hands towards the door, suggesting you to use those useless limbs of yours and start to move. You like this girl: she looks perfect in her role.
She doesn’t give a fuck about anything, and she makes you feel at ease, somehow. She has no idea why you’re here, but in her eyes, her bored eyes, you sense that she feels pity for the dumb girl standing in front of the door of one of the most powerful men in South Korea.
The door is closer.
You’re walking and you don’t even notice it until it’s too late not to. The door handle is shiny, glistening under the lights. You want to scream at it. To rip it off the door and run away: that thing probably would cover your rent cost for the whole month if you sold it.
“Mr Park, your appointment is here”, you hear.
You’re gonna faint.
You so are gonna faint.
You don’t. You don’t how you manage not to, but the only thing that matters is that you didn’t. There’s really no need for any other reasons for you to feel like an idiot right now. The ones you have are already more than enough.
“Let them in, thank you.”
Ok, now you’ll faint. No way you won’t.
It’s been a while since you last heard his voice, but it changed so much whilst remaining so… warm. So him.
You take a deep breath, because now the door isn’t just closer: it’s open. Fist thing you notice? The smell. Or, well, the richness of it. With all your senses you only are able to perceive one thing: power.
Power and money.
The door closes behind you. The girl is not by your side anymore. You’re alone now. But not really, because when you finally raise your head you’re finally able to see him.
Park Seonghwa.
The man everyone either wants, or wants to be.
The man you’ve had, if only for a few months, back when you both were stupid teens. The same man that is now looking at you, staring you down with that piercing gaze of his. It’s hard for you to open your mouth and speak up, but you know that you have to, and quickly. It’s hard, when you have Korea’s wet dream right in front of you.
“H-Hi”, you say.
Which is actually pretty pathetic, especially considering the way your voice shakes and the fact that you should be at least attempting some sort of professionalism given the circumstances.
Well, at least it makes him laugh. Which means that yes, he recognized you. And yes, you actually don’t mind being laughed at.
You don’t know if it’s a thing for you or just the fact that you don’t mind it if he’s the one laughing, which in your opinion would be fair.
“Hello, Y/N. To what do I owe the honor of this unexpected visit?”
Well, fuck. First thing first, he said your name: and he made it sound like the nastiest thing in the world. Or maybe you’re just a slut, you can’t really decide. Whatever. And the sarcasm. He’s still mad at you, just like you expected. You did disappear from his life with no explanation and flew to another country whilst in a relationship with him, after all.
In your defence, you were a dumb kid: you were younger than he was and desperately in love with him. Saying goodbye would have killed you, so you made the most childish and selfish decision ever: you just went away.
One day you guys were holding hands and making plans, and the day after you were just… gone.
You had to leave everything behind cause your mom and dad divorced, and you mother couldn’t bare to keep on living in the same country as the man that ruined her life.
So you followed her, and you two moved on together.
You forgot all about perfect Park Seonghwa, or that’s what you like to tell yourself. Because if you really had forgotten all about the man, you wouldn’t be standing in his office ready to humiliate yourself.
“W-well… you see, I’m… I thought that maybe…”, words keep on falling from your lips, now all bitten from the nervousness you had to endure waiting for this moment.
Seonghwa isn’t impressed.
He takes his hands out of the pockets of his slacks, only to bring them to his chest. He crosses his arms and slightly tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow raised and a judgment mixed with a not so well hidden amusement written all over his face.
“Y-You t-thought what, exactly?”
Ok, you didn’t expect that. Mocking you already?
A sign, that’s what this is. A sign that you should turn your heels and fucking run as far as possible from this man.
He looks possessed. He looks so mean, despite his ethereal beauty.
Obviously, you don’t run. You wouldn’t be here in the first place if you had any self preservation or respect.
“M’sorry, Hwa, I really am. I know I’ve been”, you try to say, but he cuts you off.
He doesn’t let you finish.
“Who’s Hwa? It’s Mr Park to you”, he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like you’re a stupid fucking idiot just cause you thought you could refer to him like you used to.
“Sir, if I’m feeling kind and if you’ve earned it”, he adds, dropping himself on his pompous chair.
His legs are slightly spread: not enough to be vulgar, but just right. To show dominance, and to make you see that he really owns this place.
Not like you had any doubts, but whatever.
It’s not like you mind it anyways.
You wish you had any smart come-back for his tone, but you don’t. And, well, you’re in no position to be a jerk: you came here to beg, after all.
“M-Mr Park…” you start, and he chuckles.
“That’s more like it”, he comments, and you don’t miss the way his tongue goes to wet those sinful lips of his.
You follow every single one of his movements, as if you’re trying to study them, as if staring at him could help you achieve your goals. Only thing is helping you achieve is getting wet in front of your ex-boyfriend, but that’s not the point.
“I know I have no right to come here and ask you for help, but-“, you take a deep breath, “I- I lost my job and I’m alone and I have rent and bills and I’m behind with my payments… if I don’t hand the money to my landlord tonight they’re gonna kick me out and…”
He looks surprised, amused, confused and much more. You, well… you look humiliated, that’s for sure.
But you knew it was bound to happen, and you’d rather beg for mercy than sleep under a bridge or who knows where else.
“And you’re telling me this because…” he asks, as if he doesn’t already know the answer to that.
He’s enjoying this just like you expected.
“C-cause I thought t-that maybe you could help, l-like what’s some money to you, anyways? And you and I, we have a past, you’d be helping an old friend?”
You’re so shameless, it’s disgusting. But, desperate times call for desperate way, or something like that.
You just know that you need the money, and you need them now.
He laughs, out loud. Shaking his head and muttering about how absurd this whole situation is, as if you don’t know it already. But whatever.
“I’ll pay you back, of course. Just… give me some time and I promise, Hw- Mr Park, I promise I’ll pay you back.”
He gets up. He looks mean, and his face hides something. He looks huge, and you stand in place, frozen.
You’re breathing heavily, and you notice that your hands are shaking. Your legs, too.
Cold sweat is running down your spine, and you feel lost. He gets closer.
He’s so beautiful, and he gets more handsome with every step he takes towards your trembling figure.
“Money is nothing to me, you’re right. But you really think that, after everything you did to me, I’m just gonna pay your debts? After humiliating me like that, breaking my heart? Are you really that much of a shameless bitch, Y/N?”
His voice is sharp, and his words hit you like daggers. But, to be honest, you were waiting for them to come. You knew they were.
That doesn’t make them less hurtful.
Seonghwa is right in front of you, and to look at him in the eyes you have to slightly tilt your head, cause he’s so much taller than you now.
He smells rich, and warm. Different than he used to, more mature. He’s a man now, that much is very clear to you. His proximity makes you even more nervous, but at the same time the familiarity of it gives you some confidence.
“I-I’m sorry, I swear I am”, you murmur, and you notice that tears are starting to fill your eyes. He looks pleased at the sight of it, and your belly tightens at the implications of him being engaged in your suffering.
“Sorry? You’re sorry?” he repeats after you, chuckling as tears spill from your eyes, crossing your reddening cheeks. “You want my money, Y/N? You want a bed and a roof on your head?”, he asks, and one of his hands unexpectedly comes up to your face, gently caressing it.
His touch is light and delicate, but you still feel shivers run through your body.
You nod desperately, murmuring a “yes, please” that he barely hears.
“Then you‘ll have to earn it”, he says.
His face is unreadable, but you can’t believe that, despite everything, he’d be willing to help. You feel so happy you could die, and you’re ready to do anything in order to save yourself from the streets. “I will! I have my degree and I’ll be more than happy to-“, you try to say, yet he stops you, and you frown.
From his expression it seems like he’s ready to make fun of you.
“A degree?”, he asks, and you nod, ready to explain yourself, but he doesn’t allow you to. “You don’t need a degree to suck my dick, Y/n.”
The world is silent.
Your blood is too loud. You feel your heartbeat and his, you feel everything and nothing at the same time. You’re confused, but not a single word comes out your mouth.
After that, he doesn’t say a word. He just goes a few steps back and leans against his desk. His legs are open, and you see the bulge of his cock that’s clearly starting to get hard.
You don’t move, you just try to get your brain to function.
What does this mean? Is he serious? He must be joking, right?
But he isn’t, and you know it: this is payback.
It was going too well, to smoothly. And now, after all these years, he’s finally granted the chance to humiliate you and destroy you the way you did to him.
The thing is: you need the money. You really do, and you did say that you’d do anything to get it. But this? This means whoring yourself out. This means becoming a slut, and nothing more.
With this thought in mind, you move your first steps: not towards the door, to run as fast as possible away from him, but towards his imposing figure. He laughs, almost as if he doesn’t actually believe what’s happening in front of him.
“You have no shame, do you? Are you really this pathetic?”
As you fall on your knees in front of him, you can’t do anything but agree with his words. He mutters a few curses, and you take the deepest breath ever known to man.
Then, you look up, and are met with the bulge of his cock, tight inside his expensive slacks.
“What a fucking slut”, he says, before moving his arms and grabbing you by the hair. He forces your face against his crotch, and you almost fall: you find yourself grabbing his thighs in order not to.
He’s rough, and nothing like the gentle Seonghwa you knew and loved as a teenager: the one that would touch you as if you’d break, like you were a delicate flower.
You don’t really miss him.
“Wish I could call everyone from school to let them know that you’re sucking my dick for money, that you’re a worthless slut that would take dick for a few bucks”, he says, pushing his hips against your face, rubbing his clothed cock over it. The smell of it is intense, and the weight of it scares you: it’s huge, you can tell. So fucking big that it’s not fair.
Your mind is racing, your heart is pounding, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face as you realize the depth of your desperation. But you push those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. You’re ready to do whatever it takes to get the money you need.
As you lean forward, ready to fulfill his demands, a voice in your head screams at you to stop.
This isn't right. This isn't who you are. But the fear of being homeless, of losing everything, pushes you forward. That fear, and that humiliation, they also make you wetter than you’ve ever been before.
Shame burns into your chest, flames running through your veins.
“Bet you’d suck their cocks, too, wouldn’t you?” His words sting in the most delicious way, and you find yourself purring against the big cock in front of your face.
“Wouldn’t you?” he asks again, grabbing your hair and forcing your face slightly upwards, enough to have your gazes meet. It’s exhilarating to say the least, this feeling of shame and submission that is swimming through your shaking body.
“Y-yours, want- want your cock, not- only yours,” you mumble, your brain barely functioning at this point as you’re way too inebriated by the arousal building inside you. He seems pleased, very much so. His tongue rapidly escapes his mouth and you watch, enchanted, as it wets his juicy lips.
You find yourself staring and wishing that tongue could be inside your pussy, forcing it open as more fluid escapes from it, leaving your panties wet and humid.
“Then take it out and get to work. Time is money, isn’t it? Don’t you wanna earn more?” he chuckles, moving around his seat. You see him bend over a little and soon after that he takes his wallet, pulling out a shiny banknote.
You watch cautiously as he waves it in front of your face, and the image that appears before your eyes is one of the most humiliating and exciting you have ever seen.
You startle when, unexpectedly, he drops it against your helpless body. The banknote brushes against your face before falling on your thighs, and this only motivates you to do better, to show him how much you are worth.
“Thank you, sir,” you whisper, finally getting to work and working his pants. You unfasten his belt, the sound loud and steady as your breathing increases and gets heavier. It takes some effort, but you actually manage to take his pants down his thighs and have them reach the floor along with his boxer briefs.
They pool obscenely at his ankles, and he makes himself comfortable on his expensive chair, spreading his legs wider and wider.
You find the courage to look up at his cock, and the sight of it is enough to pull a moan from you, one that leaves you even more ashamed of yourself.
“So big,” you mutter out, pressing your own legs together from when you’re kneeling to find some release, to soothe the burning need to be filled up that’s been rushing through your body. Your pussy clenches around nothing and it’s pathetic, because he hasn’t even touched you once.
Guess you’re just that much of a slut, after all.
“Yeah? You like it, slut? You like this big cock?” he asks, pushing his hips upwards and making said cock move in front of your face. It’s thick, long, and so, so hard. The tip of it is the prettiest shade of red and pink, and it’s glistening with his arousal. Veins run through the length of it and you can see it pulse with the need to be shoved inside something.
That something is you.
Cause, after all, that’s your purpose here. To be a hole for him to fuck into. To be a thing, nothing else. Nothing more than an object.
“I love it, love your cock,” you whisper, reaching out to grab it at the base with your hands. Seonghwa stops you, grabbing harshly at your wrists and forcing your body closer to his as you stumble forwards.
“No hands,” he orders, smiling maliciously. “Lick it, start with my balls,” he orders, biting at his plump lower lip, his eyes shining with an intense darkness.
His words are, unsurprisingly, harsh and mean. And, well, just as unsurprisingly, you find yourself loving them and enjoying the rush that they provide to you.
The air around you starts to get heavy and dense, and it’s almost like you can feel the weight of it as it presses down against your flushed skin. Your blood is loud as it swims through your veins, and you hear beats fast, the sound of it reaching your ears.
His tone leaves out any possible refusal, so you just… obey. It’s empowering, exhilarating. It’s everything you’ve always craved without even knowing it.
Slowly, you lean over and breathe in, the powerful scent of his arousal hitting you and invading your senses, dominating your whole being. The only thing that’s in your mind right now is the irresistible need of pleasing him and showing him that you’re worth his money, nothing else.
With that thought in mind, you finally get into work.
Your mouth salivating and wetting itself, you stick your tongue out and fulfill his wishes, lapping at his balls and nuzzling against the sensitive skin. The groan he lets out vibrates through the room and sends shivers all the way down your spine.
“That’s it,” he grunts, as he pushes his hips forwards and works at his tie, untying it and proceeding then to open his nice dress shirt, button after button, showing inches of defined skin, muscles tensed with the way pleasure is circling around his body. He’s rather magnificent, sitting in front of you and holding so much power, so much energy that it feels like the room is going to implode with it.
“Good girl,” he moans, forcing his hips upwards as you take them inside your mouth, the weight of his sack filling you up as you lick at it, feeling the skin and its texture against your tongue, moaning as your nose presses against the base of his dick, making it harder to breathe normally.
His words force a moan out of your mouth, too, and he notices it, chuckling softly through his low moans. You feel something at your neck and notice soon enough that what’s now circling your throat isn’t is hand, no. It’s his tie, forcing you closer to his balls and basically working as a fucking leash.
“Look at you, such an obedient little bitch, aren’t you?”
The way your hips stutter and wave doesn’t help, and you feel like a puppy wiggling their tail when presented with a treat.
“Bark,” he orders, allowing you to breathe and leaving your mouth empty, a trail of spit connection his balls, now shining and wet, with your parted, and roughed up lips. You blush profoundly, your cheeks turning a crimson red as you consider his order.
Barking feels completely dehumanizing, and your hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed, not in the slightest. Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, one of his eyebrows lifting up as he eyes you curiously, as if posing a challenge to you, daring you to try and refuse to follow one of his orders.
“It’s embarrassing…” you whisper, breathing heavily and trying to avoid looking at him in the eyes, failing at it when he tugs at the tie resting against your neck, making you get closer to the cock standing proudly in front of your face.
“Do I look like I fucking care?”
And soon enough, a bark is escaping your mouth, faint and barely audible. It’s not enough, he says. You bark again, loudly this time, shaking from where you’re kneeling and feeling the wetness between your legs get more difficult to ignore.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? I’d say you’re a natural,” he snarls, laughing at you as he looks down at your body.
Tears of utter humiliation fill your pleading eyes, and the sight of it makes Seonghwa groan deeply. He grabs his own dick at the base, giving it a few pumps, before hitting you in the face with the tip, smearing his precum all over your flushed face.
One of the tears you were fighting back betray you, escaping your lashed and running down your cheek.
Seonghwa licks his lips and rubs the tip of his dick against it, wetting his cock with your tears only to start rubbing it against your lips, making you taste your humiliation along with his arousal. It’s salty and sour and sweet altogether, and you already find yourself getting addicted to it, needing more and more and more.
So you get your tongue out, lapping at the shiny tip of his cock. You circle around the head, moaning at the feeling of warmth that spreads through your tongue.
“Tastes good,” you mutter out, licking fervently at his cock as he keeps on stroking himself, grunting from where he’s sitting.
You go even further than just staying there, licking at it, and you take his wrist into your hand and pull it off his own dick, surprising him with your determination. Seonghwa lets you have some fun with it, allowing you to reach out to grab the length of his cock.
You have it in your hands, finally.
You stroke it once, twice, before bending over a little bit to push the head inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently at it to try and taste as much as possible of his delicious juice.
“Fuck,” he groans, using one of his hands to keep your hair out of your face, giving him space to look at your eyes as you get your mouth stuffed full of his thick cock.
You take your time, eager to savor every drop of his pleasure, to give yourself to him and make him satisfied like never before. His cock slides between your parted lips with extreme ease, filling your mouth completely, giving you a sensation of fullness never felt before and leaving you inevitably curious to know how it would feel if he filled you up elsewhere too.
The reddened tip of his cock meets the back of your throat and choking sounds escape from your mouth, and when he hears them he just moans even more, louder than before. He enjoys watching you struggle to take more in your mouth and it pushes you to relax your throat and let his big cock fill you completely, taking your breath away for a few seconds, and making spit fall from your lips and down your chin.
It’s so fucking messy and dirty and it makes your head spin with shame and arousal.
Your whole face is wet with a mixture of spit and tears and precum and you find yourself wanting and needing more of it. “You look so good with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, this is exactly what you were born for,” he groans, pushing his trembling hips upwards and forcing another choking sound out of you, at which he utters out a few curses.
“I’ll double the money I was gonna give you if you bend over the desk and let me fuck you raw in the pussy, what do you say? Want a new dress? Some fucking new shoes?” he asks, still rutting his hips against your face and forcing you to swallow his whole cock down your aching throat.
You should probably refuse. Sucking Seonghwa's cock is one thing, but this? This would mean going way beyond, and the thought sends your mind into complete turmoil.
He seems to have little patience, and that's why he roughly grabs you by the hair and pulls his hard cock out of your mouth, leaving you empty and gasping. "So? I don't have all day, Y/n," he asks, running his own hand along his cock, wet and slick thanks to your saliva that’s now coating it and slapping you in the face with the red tip, making you hiss at the impact.
“I want- I want three times the money for that,” you say, challenging him to deny your request, to say no and refuse.
He doesn’t.
“Let’s do four, since I also want to play with your asshole,” he smiles, bending over towards you and patting at your cheek like one would do with a puppy.
You gasp and try to find something to snarl back at him, but nothing comes out of your mouth, nothing but a little whimper that only serves to make him feel even more powerful. Seonghwa stands up, and you notice how he is more or less dressed: his pants fallen to his ankles along with his boxers, the jacket resting on the back of the chair, the expensive white shirt completely open, showing off his sculpted chest and the magnificence of his body, covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Now that he is standing, Seonghwa looms even more over you, making your breath catch and your poor heart beat even faster.
Seonghwa grabs you by the hair, and the sudden movement forces you to stand up and follow his will.
"You're too dressed, what kind of slut are you?" he asks, grabbing the fabric of your blouse and pulling it slightly. In response, you bite your lip and decide to make amends, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and letting it fall softly to the ground.
You're not wearing a bra, you never do. The air hitting your nipples only makes them more turgid, and your skin is crossed by countless shivers.
He gasps at the sight of your exposed skin, and it makes you feel so good, to be looked at with such want, with pure and utter hunger and desire.
Seeing Seonghwa burning with the desire to possess you gives you a courage that you probably wouldn't have otherwise, so you push yourself further, unbuttoning your skirt and letting it fall forgotten at your feet. Black lace panties adorn your body, and you feel the wet and soaked fabric rubbing against your most sensitive spot.
You are left only with the soft white knee-high socks and your shiny black loafers, standing in front of one of the richest and most powerful men in Korea.
“That’s more like it,” he chuckles, licking his lips and looking at you from head to toe, a mischievous look in his eyes. “You’re so hot, Y/n. You made the right choice, coming here. This little body of yours was made to be fucked, and what better way to earn money than spread your legs and let me do just that, huh?” he murmurs, as one of his hands goes down to his cock. He strokes himself as he watches you, and it makes your skin burn, to be looked at in such a dirty, naughty manner.
His tie is still around your neck, the only garment covering you along with your panties and knee-high socks. The black fabric is in perfect contrast with your skin, and even though the tie is very light, it feels immensely heavy where it rests.
"Fuck me," you whisper to Seonghwa, because you too are starting to feel extremely horny and in need of attention.
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, and his hand collides with your cheek, making you turn your face to the side. The blow wasn't overly strong, but still impactful. Enough to make you catch your breath for a second and to remind you who is in control here.
"Rude. Where are your manners?" Seonghwa asks, dangerously approaching you and grabbing your chin, squeezing the skin and forcing you to look at him. "Please, I beg you, sir, fuck me," you whimper, now completely abandoned to him and totally under his control.
"Now, that's better," Seonghwa whispers, and shortly after he makes your lips collide in a quick and fierce kiss. He bites your lip, making you moan against his mouth, before pulling away from you.
"Good girl. You act all tough, but you just want someone to put you in your place, don't you? Want me to show you who’s in charge?"
His words are exactly what you were hoping for, and the wetness between your legs increasing only confirms that. So you nod. What would be the point in denying anything? Right. There’s no point, and you know it. He know is too, it’s pretty obvious. He’s always been able to read you, and this is the same. Years passed by, but deep down you guys still know each other.
Seonghwa, at your admission and your being so yielding, can only swell with pride and satisfaction. He approaches you, and the world spins wildly: he grabs you by the hair, pulls you towards the desk, and forces you to bend over it, pushing your head against the polished and intensely scented mahogany of his desk.
You have your ass up, covered only by your panties. You hear Seonghwa swear and soon one of his hands clashes with the sensitive skin of your butt, and he gives you a strong spank.
You flinch, gasp, and squirm, and he takes it as encouragement to hit you again: two, three, four times. Now the mark of his hand lies on your skin, and you feel completely possessed and owned by Seonghwa.
"You have no idea how many times I've thought about you over the years. How many times I've thought about hurting you, having you all to myself even just once," Seonghwa confesses, running his hands over your ass, caressing you heavily.
His words are intoxicating.
"I've thought about you too, I swear, Seonghwa. Sir. I shouldn't have, but I did. I-I never forgot about you," you whisper, instinctively moving your hips upwards, trying to keep his hands on you for as long as possible.
You're not lying, you really mean what you said. Seonghwa has always been a constant in your life, it's undeniable. Your biggest regret and remorse. Your biggest and burning desire. "Shut up, Y/n," Seonghwa commands, and you feel him grab the expensive fabric of your panties. A few seconds later, a loud noise fills the room.
He's torn them off, reduced them to shreds.
Pieces of fabric fall to your feet and your wet pussy is now completely exposed to him.
You feel drops of pleasure escaping from your trembling pussy and wetting your thighs, and you try to relieve the looming pressure by rubbing your legs together, but Seonghwa stops you. He first grabs your hips, then your ass.
Seonghwa spreads your cheeks open, and you hear the air move as he bends down and spits on you.
He fucking spits on you.
His saliva runs down from your ass and to your pussy, adding wetness and naughtiness to the mixture. He’s not satisfied, so he spits again, this time closer to your asshole. You feel his breath against your sensitive skin and you find yourself holding your breath.
“This little hole, fuck, I wish I could just fuck it,” he groans, knowing damn well that he can’t just do that.
“N-Next time…” you utter out, wiggling your hips to try and meet his touch.
“You plan on coming here to get fucked more? Are you that greedy, you little whore?” he asks, laughing a little as he leans over you to just go and bite the skin of your ass, still covered by his handprint.
“S-so greedy, sir. I’ll come back whenever you want, do whatever you want,” you confess with a shaking voice, making Seonghwa laugh at you for how pathetic you are.
“You really have no shame. What a fucking slut,” he adds, before actually going silent. What you feel next makes your eyes roll back and your hands reach out to the end of the desk to grab the wood and gain some support out of it. His wet tongue is sliding against your little hole, wetting it more and more and making it pulse with the need to be filled up.
It’s a foreign feeling, to have someone eat your ass out like this, but Seonghwa seems like a starved man as he holds your cheeks open and dives in, licking and kissing and spitting and making your whole world turn upside down. “Tastes good,” he groans, breath heavy and voice full of lust.
He pushes the tip of his tongue inside of your ass, and it makes you see stars.
Seonghwa fucks you with it, again and again, making slurping sounds. One of his hands slides down and you feel one of his long, slender fingers rub against your wet hole.
“Just a finger, what do you say?” he murmurs, asking you for permission. A permission you can’t help but grant him, nodding and murmuring a “please” that you’re not even sure was audible enough.
Seonghwa wastes no time, and soon his thumb makes its way into your tight and warm hole. The sensation is unparalleled: you feel completely filled. It doesn't matter that it's just a finger, you feel like you could explode at any moment.
Your legs tremble uncontrollably, and loud moans escape from your lips. Seonghwa also moans, as he fucks your asshole with his finger.
You are already lost in pleasure, and he has not even touched your pussy yet. It makes you feel really dirty, really perverse. You feel like an actual whore begging to be filled.
“So tight,” he comments, and you feel this cock being shoved against the back of your thighs, as he smears precum over your skin and rubs against your legs to get some relief to his aching dick. “Please, I want your cock, sir. Fuck my pussy, please, please, H-Hwa…” you beg, trying to get him to finally push his dick inside of you, and you feel already close to the verge of tears with how desperate you are.
“Here it comes,” he murmurs, finally giving the both of you what you crave the most. With his thumb still inside you, you feel Seonghwa moving behind you.
He grabs his cock at the base and brings the tip closer to you, rubbing it against the sensitive and wet skin of your pussy, against your lips, right between your juicy folds, and pushing against your swollen and red clitoris.
A moan escapes your lips, and you find yourself spreading your legs even wider and begging him to put his cock inside you once and for all. Finally, Seonghwa rubs the swollen tip of his cock against your wet hole, teasing you for just a few seconds before pushing it inside your pussy.
In one hard thrust, Seonghwa buries his thick cock inside you, making you scream in a mixture of pleasure and pain. You feel so full, with both of your holes filled by him, his cock pressing inside you and stretching you completely.
You don't even notice a drop of saliva escaping from your lips and running down your chin, and if you could see yourself, you too would think of yourself as a whore.
“Fuck, this pussy is so good,” groans Seonghwa, and you make the effort of turning your head to try and look at him as he fills you up.
His head is thrown back, his neck exposed and lucid with sweat, and he seems completely lost in pleasure as he starts to rut inside of your pussy, fucking you and making you his. For the first moments, Seonghwa's thrusts are not calculated, but dictated by his need to feel something warm enveloping his cock.
He enjoys the moment and ignores your helpless body, seeking only his pleasure. Seonghwa's cock slides easily into your body, your wet pussy emitting dirty and exciting sounds as it is filled by his cock. You tremble under his thrusts, and soon Seonghwa accelerates the movements of his hips, sinking into you with more force and precision.
He fucks you like he would fuck a whore, pushing all the way into your pussy and moving his finger into your ass.
He is not completely satisfied, though.
That's why you see him bend over you, pushing his cock even deeper into your pussy. Seonghwa brings two fingers of the hand that is free to your lips, and pushes them into your mouth, filling you even there.
"Christ," he gasps, starting to move the fingers he pushed into your mouth.
"Look at yourself, Y/n. You have all your holes filled by me, you're getting fucked in each of these tight little holes for money," Seonghwa grunts, and as you feel the saliva escaping from your lips, you see his eyes getting darker, more intense. He moans and gasps, fucking you with all the strength and passion he has in his body, moving his fingers inside you and fucking you without the slightest mercy.
“Make it worth it, clench this pussy on me, huh?” he moans, despite the fact that your pussy already is clenching and hugging his cock as tightly as humanly possible.
You feel every movement of his inside you. Your skin and his rubbing together, his cock caressing the most intimate and deepest parts of you, sending electric shocks to run through every inch of your body and his as well. Seonghwa's legs tremble as he sinks into you, fucking your mouth with his fingers and forcing you to choke on them, making you cough and then making your holes contract around him consequently. The rough and forceful way in which he is fucking you forces your body to move against the desk, and your wet and needy clitoris rubs against the cold and shiny wood of the desk.
Your nipples in contact with the mahogany stimulate you in the most delicious way possible, and you are completely intoxicated by the pleasure that grows rapidly inside you.
Your orgasm is getting closer and closer, and the feeling of being completely at the mercy of his desires only increases the strength of your pleasure. Seonghwa towers over you, filling you everywhere, and could do anything to you: you wouldn't object, you wouldn't refuse anything. You would do anything for him. Anything he asked for and more.
Everything.
Not for the money, for him.
You don't tell him, that's for sure. But you think it. Seonghwa is the only thing on your mind, not your rent to pay or your empty pockets. Only: Seonghwa. Seonghwa. Seonghwa.
“Yeah, say my name. Fucking scream it,” he groans after he notices how you’re chanting his name in pleasure.
He takes his fingers off your mouth, giving you all the freedom to moan his name. He forces you to scream, fucking you more harshly, a hand grabbing your hair and pulling at it enough for you to arise from the desk and for you spine to bend and for him to reach you and kiss your neck. The position you’re in isn’t the most comfortable, but it sure as hell is exiting.
Seonghwa kisses your neck and bites at it, sucking the sensitive skin long enough to leave a plethora of marks behind. Tomorrow you’ll be covered in his marks, you’ll look debouched and devastated and his.
His thumb leaves your ass empty and gaping, and now he’s completely focused on fucking your pretty aching pussy.
“Mine, Y/n. From now on you’re mine. You’ll get everything you want, but you have to be mine. My slut, my little cum dump,” he groans, licking all over your neck and sucking your ear lob in his mouth as he moans into your ear.
“Yes! Yes! M’yours, I-I’ll let you do anything, a-anything,” you moan, feeling floaty and lost, shaking and pushing your hips backwards to meet his trusts. “I’m close, so close,” you confess, hiccuping between your helpless moans.
Seonghwa growls, and he fucks into you one last time before taking his cock out of your pussy and taking a step back. You whine and complain, begging him to put it back in, to just do something.
“I want to see your face when you cum. I want to look into your eyes as I cream that pussy,” he explains, grabbing you by the hips and manhandling you in the position he prefers.
You’re sitting on the desk, you legs spread open and you pussy glistening with a mixture of your juices and his, all puffy and needy as your hole clenches around nothing.
“Ask me for it. Beg for my cock,” he says, voice mean as he touches his cock and teases his balls. You have no dignity left at this point, so you don’t hesitate and do just as he asked you to.
“Please, sir, I need it. My pussy needs it, please, please,” you cry out, tears actually falling from your pretty eyes as you decide to tease him and tempt him a little bit. One of your hands slides down your body, and you rub at one of your nipples, pinching it and feeling the most delicious pain ever.
With the other hand you go down to rub fervently at your needy little clit, circling around it and playing with the most sensitive part yourself. “Please? Pretty please? Give it to me, Hwa, I beg you, sir, fuck me,” you continue, hand trailing down your pussy as you spread your own folds for him, exposing yourself like never before. Wet juices fall from your pussy and are close to pool on his desk, and the sight of it is completely nasty.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch what’s mine,” he growls, getting closer to you and slapping your own hands away from your own body.
He directs his cock to your pleading pussy and pushes back in, spreading you open once again. The new angle touches the right spots, reaches exactly where you were craving his cock to hit, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.
One of his hands reaches your throat, and he just keeps it there. An heavy weight against your neck, the promise of the most beautiful threat. Seonghwa looks at you with something hidden in his eyes, and a wicked smile shows on your face.
“Choke me,” you dare him, biting at your lower lip as moans force themselves out of your mouth. “You fucking brat,” moans Seonghwa, and the hand around your throat tightens, and tightens, and tightens.
The sensation of air and oxygen being denied to you is exhilarating, it's wonderful. Seonghwa even controls this: he decides whether to let you breathe or not. The thought makes your head spin and only increases the pleasure that floods your body. Seonghwa's hand tightens again and again around your neck, choking you while looking into your eyes, dominating your body and soul.
“C-Close,” you whisper with the little air you have left, legs shaking around his waist as you sense pleasure building up inside your belly. “Cum. Cum on my cock, you pathetic little thing,” orders Seonghwa and finally, he decides to grant you some mercy: his thumb comes down between your spread legs, and he starts to rub at you clit with precise movements, making you cry out loud and sound.
“Fuck! More, more, harder!” You shout, and Seonghwa lets go of his hold around your neck to grab your hip and use it as leverage to fuck more harshly inside your cunt.
His cock slides inside you with extreme ease, and his movements are precise and determined, and the tip of his cock rubs against all the right spots, making you breathless from how much it makes you enjoy.
Your hands reach his shoulders, and you cling to him tightly, scratching them from under his shirt and pushing it away, uncovering his back and scratching his skin. Seonghwa doesn't seem to mind, on the contrary as your nails dig into his skin he only moans more, only rubs his fingers more decisively against your clitoris.
Seeing him so lost in pleasure and so deeply aroused is exactly the push you needed to finally succumb to your own orgasm.
The force with which you come is devastating: your legs tremble with strength, your breath breaks in your throat and the gasps and moans that escape from your lips are filled with desperation and pure pleasure. Your pussy contracts and tightens around Seonghwa's hard cock, as if wanting to keep it inside forever. Your clitoris pulses and sends electricity throughout your body. Your turgid nipples brush against Seonghwa's chest as you hold him close and tight to you.
But what surprises both of you even more is another thing: the explosive way in which your orgasm overwhelmed you, making you squirt hot and juicy liquid around his cock, along both of your thighs. It seems to never end, and you surrender to pleasure as you squirt again and again against him, squeezing his cock and massaging it with your pussy.
“Fuck, you’re a slut, you’re a fucking slut, you just squirted all over my cock,” he groans, fucking into you as he forces you to give him even more of your precious juices. His hand, the one that was rubbing at your clit, is covered in it, all moist and shiny and wet. He brings it to his lips, sucks his own fingers and tastes you, your eyes spread open as you watch him savor your squirt.
“So fucking good,” he moans, before reaching down to get more of it, rubbing his hand against your folds and making you cry in overstimulation. “Taste yourself,” he orders, before smearing your own juices against your lips, making you lick them clean as he watches.
“Want your cum. My pussy- it’s so empty, please, please, fill me up, cum in me,” you beg, tears falling from you eyes as your body begs for some mercy, begs to be filled, begs to be owned. You lose control of it, and just slump on the desk, back hitting the wood and legs spreading even further.
“Take it, fuck! Take my cum, take it all in you pussy, here it fucking comes, ‘s all yours,” he moans, starting to slur his words as he shoves his dick inside of your abused cunt without a care in the world, the slide made even easier thanks to your powerful orgasm.
You feel it clearly: Seonghwa's hands run up your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them tightly.
The thrusts into your pussy become more erratic, stronger, more unrestrained. Seonghwa's eyes become burning, shining with pleasure. His moans become lower, deeper, strong enough to make your heart race, and you feel him bury himself one last time in your wet pussy, all the way in.
You feel him fill you up with hot cum, squirting his thick and warm liquid inside you, flooding your wet and trembling pussy, abused to exhaustion.
You feel full to the brim, completely filled with his cum.
Seonghwa trembles, leans forward and kisses your breasts, while his hips make small instinctive movements, and he tries to push even deeper inside you, trying to bury his own cum deep in your pussy as far as humanly possible. You gently pet his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.
He just lays there for a while, keeping his cock inside of you to plug his cum inside your cunt. “So full,” you whisper, clenching your pussy around him and enjoying the feeling of being so utterly used.
You both enjoy these moments of quietness, both still shaken and exhausted, taken by waves of pleasure and with labored breath. You never would have imagined that this day would have gone this way, but honestly you wouldn't change a thing, and you don't care if this truly makes you a whore.
The only thing you care about is having had Seonghwa in such a way, being possessed by him like this and getting exactly what you needed, what you wanted.
After a few endless minutes, Seonghwa leaves a gentle bite on your breast: this time it doesn't hurt at all. It's somehow delicate. You still flinch when he does it, and you hold back a smile. He pulls away from you, sits up. You don't dare to imagine what condition you're in, but the way he looks at you makes you understand that it must be quite a sight. Seonghwa pulls his cock out of your pussy, and you groan in dissent, feeling suddenly empty and sad, not wanting his cum to come out of your pussy. You want to keep it inside you as long as possible.
Seonghwa doesn't speak as he gets dressed. He puts on his boxers and pants, buttons up his shirt. Adjusts his cuffs, his collar. He does all this without ever taking his eyes off your body.
When you regain some strength, you decide to get off the desk, and you have to hold onto it to avoid falling. Your panties are torn, so you can't put them back on.
You just slip on your skirt and blouse, and feel a drop of Seonghwa's cum escape from your pussy and run down your flushed thighs. When you glance at him, you see him fumble with his wallet.
Realization of what’s going to happen sinks in, and you feel your cheeks turn a crimson red, and shame overtakes your body and overwhelms you completely.“This should be enough for today,” Seonghwa says, his eyes looking dark and somewhat empty. He hands you over a bunch of bills, and you spread your eyes as you take in the actual amount of money he just handed you.
That’s more than a month of your usual income.
You just made it in a couple of hours.
“I- T-thank you,” you mutter out, at a loss of words. Seonghwa snickers, and watches cautiously as you take the money from him with shaking hands, face full of disbelief. “Give your number to my secretary, Y/n. I’ll call you when your service will be needed. Be ready to come to work at any time, got it? Whenever I need a bucket to cum into, whenever I need to empty my balls, you drop everything and come to me to take my dick, no objections, no buts. We have a deal, right?”
Seonghwa's words are cruel, raw. But you didn't expect anything different, you knew well what you were getting into. And you accepted to offer yourself to him with that awareness.
So, even though you feel humiliated, mocked, used, you nod. Grabbing your purse from the floor and carefully putting the banknotes inside, you notice that Seonghwa doesn't fail to observe your legs in the meantime.
"I'll be the best whore you've ever had," you confirm, forcing yourself to abandon lucidity and pride, clutching your purse as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Seonghwa sits at the desk, arranging the papers that you moved with your body and bends slightly to smell the scent of your fluids that have soaked into the wood.
"You can go. Oh, and don't clean your thighs. You have to go home with my cum dripping from your pussy, because if you still have a place to sleep at it's thanks to that cum, and I want anyone who looks at you enough to see it: do you understand?"
You swallow loudly, but you dare not argue.
You blink and try to maintain at least a hint of control, moving your legs slightly as you feel liquid coming out of your body. "Yes, sir," you reply, bowing slightly in farewell. Seonghwa seems to have returned to what he was when you first entered the room, but that doesn't surprise you at all.
However, you notice him grabbing the torn edges of your panties from the floor and tucking them into the pocket of his expensive pants. He dismisses you immediately with a wave of his hand, and you gather your strength and leave the room: destroyed, exposed, without panties and with the purse full of money.
When you leave the room, there is only his secretary, the girl who escorted you to the door. You have no doubt that she heard everything, but she smiles just as she did when you entered a few hours earlier.
You leave her your phone number, she writes it down in her agenda with precise professionalism. You don't miss the quick glance she gives to your legs. You don't cover yourself, you do as Seonghwa ordered you to.
You obey.
You smile, say goodbye to the secretary. You enter the elevator, the doors close, and for the first time you look at yourself in the mirror. You are not the same person as you were this morning. You fix your makeup as quickly as possible and smile.
You leave. It takes no more than two days for your phone to ring, and for it to be an unknown number.
Time to work.
