gif cred: exo-stentialism
the boss is mad
sub!baekhyun x dom!reader (smut, mdni)
you are a very stressed corporate worker returning to your office after an unsuccessful meeting. baekhyun is your very sorry intern who gets an unexpected punishment.
…pretty much baekhyun getting teased and humiliated and cumming in his pants.
2.3k words of porn with no plot
warnings: umm, clothed footjob? you basically step on him and massage his you know what through his pants.
bang!
the room shook as the office door slammed into its frame. a slouched, sorry looking figure almost missed the cut, hurriedly scurrying in behind you. the next victims of your anger were the blinds; you drew them with a yank and adjusted them for total privacy. the light from the hallway was smothered in doing so, leaving the only light source to be the sunlight peaking from the curtained window’s corners that the fabric didn’t quite reach.
you planted your bottom into the chair behind your desk with a huff, still not laying your eyes upon him. the reason for your fury.
he noticed you avoiding his eyes but he remained persistent in his duty to you. he stayed by even though it looked like you didn’t want him anymore. selfishly, he stayed because he still wanted you and he wasn’t going to leave without you knowing he was sorry.
your clumsy intern who goes by the name of baekhyun knelt before you, bowing in sorrow at your feet. he folded his body forward, arms outstretched in front of him; they ended in trembling fists of frustration and anxiety.
he was the first to speak. “i’m sorry, i’m so, so sorry.” it sounded pathetic coming out of his quivering lips. he was met with silence and a cold stare.
at least you were looking at him, he thought.
baekhyun didn’t mean to trip and spill the cold green liquid of your iced matcha latte onto your sheer pink blouse. you two were rushing—loose papers and a laptop tucked under baekhyun’s left arm and your latte and office keys unstably grasped in his other. it wasn’t his plan to ruin your appearance right before a very important meeting that you had no time to change for before it began. it wasn’t his intention to soil your stance by distracting others with the visual of your stained clothes and detract from your excellent points and slides that you worked so hard on.
but alas, it is what happened. baekhyun can’t go back to the past to change his loose grip on the slippery cup that was wet with condensation. nor can he change the positioning of his foot to make sure he didn’t trip on the guilty extension cord.
all he wanted was to be closer to you.
the latte was in fact, a surprise. he heard you mention you didn’t have time to pick one up on your own that morning due to how much prep you wanted to do for your quarterly report meeting.
you didn’t share much about yourself but he did know that that beverage was your favorite. he felt that the least he could do was bring one to you as you were in absence of your simple but sacred morning pleasure. so on his break, he used up the whole 15 minutes to do something sweet for you. he wanted to plant himself in your mind as someone that was a little bit more than just a needy intern. he was also a needy man. a man desperate to be noticed by the woman who seems too busy for anyone.
the kind gesture, however, only resulted in him feeling regretful. the one "in” he thought he had ended up hurting his chances—or so he thought.
you observed baekhyun from your chair: still on the floor, still looking pitiful. yet oddly, all you could think about was how… cute he was. his shaggy hair that hung in front of his forehead was a bit more disheveled than usual and he bit his rose colored lips impatiently the longer you stared at him. cute.
your anger had somewhat dissipated and was replaced with something more playful. you began to enjoy the dramatic display of his remorse, and, if this is what he had to do to feel better, you weren’t going to stop it. he looked so innocent like this, you thought. he was like a boy who just embarrassed himself in front of his crush. exactly like that, actually. and you knew it.
you had noticed his doting gaze on you and the fact that he never liked to be separated from you—even after hours. he would steal glances when you worked tirelessly into the night while he did busywork on his laptop in the corner of your office. you would tell him to go home and that his duties were done for the day, but he never would. baekhyun would have given you similar encouragement to go home and rest as well, but selfishly, he didn’t. selfishly, he enjoyed when you worked late past your standard hours because it meant more time with you. he had an excuse to be around you just a few more hours longer.
you knew it wasn’t all just because of his need to be the teacher’s pet; you knew there was desire behind those eager eyes. baekhyun made it clear that he wanted to please you, so you decided to find out just how much.
“please say something,” baekhyun pleaded with an unwavering gaze. you were too quiet and he didn’t know how to proceed. he opened his mouth again to continue to apologize but with a raise of your right hand, he fell silent.
you stared down at the kneeling man in front of you with a blank expression. no frown, no smile, just your 6 inch heels, a pencil skirt, and a newly stained blouse to go with your poker face. and him? his typical slacks with a dress shirt combination reigned as did his ever-curious eyes and slight pout. his mouth opened once more to explain himself but you made him halt again. extending your leg out in front of you, you softly pressed your heel covered foot to his forehead. his body retreated a bit, leaning backwards into an upright position. his face was blocked by the rest of your foot, but you still saw the effects it had on him. you saw the movement of his throat below your heel, he swallowed in anticipation.
his hands moved to grasp your ankle and you were quick to address it.
“did i say you could touch me?” you asked sternly.
“no,” he let out a peep of a response. his hands fell to his sides and you watched his chest rise up and down with heavy breaths.
your foot lowered, moving from his forehead to his chest instead. you rested it in the middle of his pecks. having a view of his face again, his cheeks were flushed the deepest shade of red you had ever seen on him. his lips are red from his continuous bites. he stayed quiet and had difficulty in doing so. he bit back the moan of satisfaction he had wanted to release ever since he felt your foot on his forehead. the truth is, he likes being on his knees for you. he likes being your push pin.
“baekhyun?”
his eyes and ears perked up like a puppy upon hearing his name from your lips. he was ready and at your service.
“go lock the door and return to me.”
without a word, baekhyun got up to turn the lock on the handle to your office door, securing this moment as private—as limitless. he returned in front of you just how he was before: kneeling, resting his weight on the back of his heels.
“good boy,” you praised him. his eyes almost closed from the satisfaction of your approval.
you moved closer. instead of your foot, covered by a shoe doing the touching, you allowed yourself to feel him, just a little bit.
you lightly grazed his neck with your pointer finger which made his eyes flutter closed. you had a feeling his neck was sensitive. the times when he showed up to work with a raised collar or misaligned tie flashed through your mind. you’d take it upon yourself to fix it, often without warning. mornings were times of rush, there was almost always meetings that you both had to attend. on those days where he should have taken a bit more time, you grabbed his collar and flattened it—or straightened his tie into its correct position. though you never had a direct touch on his neck, you saw his slight expressions of sensitivity when the fabric brushed up against him. it was impossible to not notice, as were his red cheeks. it could have been embarrassment, but you knew otherwise.
you dragged your finger down to where the collar of his shirt was buttoned but paused from an enticing observation.
though he hadn’t let any sounds escape, you didn’t need them to know he was aroused. your eyes flickered down to the crotch of his dress pants. it was tented, showing that what was underneath was straining against the fabric. you couldn’t wait to play with it. baekhyun looked down at himself in horror. he was absolutely mortified. not only was he enjoying this but you knew he was—with visual evidence. he desperately attempted to cover himself but you shooed away his hands.
“why try to hide it? i already saw it,” you chuckled with a devious smile.
he looked away, attempting to focus on something else to shake away his arousal but it’s no use. the damage is already done. you laughed at him. right in his face. right when he’s on his knees in front of you. he knew how fucking pathetic he looked and it only made him harder.
“it’s just a vascular reaction,” he breathed out quickly to defend himself in his vulnerability. “it’s a meaningless biological response.”
you let out a snort.
standing to both feet, you stepped forward and returned your foot to his chest, except this time, you applied enough pressure to make him fall backward.
he let out a moan at the shift in position, at the further submission of his body. the rough, carpeted office floor pressed up against his back. you kept your foot planted on his chest as you stood above him.
“hm,” you taunted him, “was that moan a vascular reaction too?”
he furrowed his eyebrows in aroused agony, cock still bulging within his pants. positioned directly below you, he snuck a peek up your pantyhose covered leg, getting a glimpse of the lace edging that wrapped around your thigh.
you smirked at his wandering eye and slid your foot down his body to reach the awaited tent. you firmly pressed your foot down, eliciting a throaty groan from baekhyun.
“no? just this?” you teased as you rubbed his bulge with your foot over his pants. “well, it’s only right if i help you with it. y’know, some innocent vascular stimulation.” baekhyun looked up at you in disbelief. “it’s only fair. you should feel as humiliated as i felt during the meeting.”
he bit his lip at your threat and struggled to contain his whimpers. you applied more pressure and baekhyun turned his face away, bashful at how his body was so easily getting carried away—so easily responding to you. you stopped your actions and moved your foot up to his jaw, turning his face to redirect his gaze to look up at you and only you.
“i want you to look at me.” you said. he gave a silent nod and your foot moved back down to where he needed you the most. your foot moved intuitively against his pants covered cock, watching his face contort with every movement. you didn’t think you had ever seen anything sexier. his hard nipples poked his dress shirt—too bad you couldn’t reach them standing above. his pink lips were parted and he gave up on concealing his whimpers. looking up at you made him feel so small yet it made his cock grow so big. his arms laid flat to his sides, hands in balled fists knowing he wasn’t allowed to touch you. you felt him become stiffer and stiffer. soon you saw him squirm and he held an expression of panic.
“ah, y/n please. stop. i think i’m going to cum. please.” he panted out in desperation.
you raised your eyebrow down at him. “and?” you said nonchalant.
“i-i am at w-work, this isn’t—"
“this isn’t what? appropriate?” you paused the massages to his cock and grazed his balls with your heel for a quick second. his nails sunk into the carpet. “well, we are both fully clothed aren’t we? and i’m just being responsible by getting rid of the problem that i started. there’s nothing wrong with that. i’m not even touching you with my hands.”
he knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help the feeling of ecstasy that quickly approached his aching cock.
“y/n. i—" he whines, not able to hold his orgasm for much longer.
“i know, baekhyun. be a good boy and cum for me.”
just like that, with the last circle you made around his crotch, his eyes rolled back as he let out a moan of relief. he pressed his head back into the floor beneath him as his cock spasmed in his pants. he shuddered with each wave of his orgasm until he fell limp against the floor. he closed his eyes as he steadied his breath and cleared his mind from the haze of pleasure.
you removed your foot from him and joined him on the floor, kneeling down next to him.
you brushed his messy hair out of his face and stroked his cheek tenderly until his eyes fluttered open. you gave him a kind smile and he gave you a tired but full one back.
he sat up and leaned against the wall “i really am sorry,” baekhyun said one more time, less shyly than before.
“i know you are,” you spoke while standing up, “and you paid your dues,” you joked.
he got up from the floor as well, patting down his shirt.
you immediately noticed the evidence of your activities—a large wet spot had developed in the front of baekhyun’s slacks. he didn’t notice until he heard you begin to laugh hysterically. i mean, you knew what would happen, but it didn’t make it any less amusing.
“well, guess we’re even,” baekhyun laughed.
now you both need to change.
