The Interview Part 2 (Chan x Male Reader)
content warning: sex; power imbalance; top chan; degradation
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word count: 1467
The next day you headed to the office that you'd be working at for the foreseeable future. You stopped and picked up a coffee on the way and wore the same unbuttoned black shirt that he'd requested last time.
When you arrived, your bag was searched and your phone was taken which was odd. "There's a strict no-devices policy," the guard explained. "Mr. Bang's company is working on a lot of secret projects that he doesn't want to be exposed."
You nodded, leaving your phone at the desk to retrieve later, and headed up in the elevator to the top floor.
When the doors opened you were greeted by a secretary. Her eyes gawked at you, and she motioned for you to take a seat.
"Mr. Bang will be ready for you soon," she said in a nasally voice.
"Thank you," you nodded and waited patiently. You wondered if he'd be late again like last time, but within minutes he was rounding the corner in his suit.
"(y/n)," he snapped and pointed towards his office. Flustered, you stood and followed him, a bit surprised by his brashness.
The secretary raised her brows as you passed by. Maybe you should've worn a full suit. You took the seat across from the desk and Chris paced back and forth in frustration.
"Is everything okay? Should I come back at another time?" you stuttered. You didn't want to get fired simply because he was in a bad mood before you'd even signed on.
"No. Everything's not okay. Sign this," he passed a stack of papers to you.
Offer of Employment it read at the top.
You began reading it but Chris tapped his foot impatiently.
"Sign it. It's a standard contract. 120k a year plus benefits. Sign it."
"120k?" That was more than you'd expected.
"Sign it," he repeated, growing frustrated. You didn't want to miss out by waiting too long so you grabbed a pen from his cup of them and scribbled and initialed where needed. You handed it back to him, and he moved behind you to lock the door.
Your heart raced. Why did he need to lock you two in here?
"You said you're a fast learner, right?"
You nodded, watching the way his hands gripped his desk as he leaned against it across from you. His knuckles were white, and he was clearly frustrated by something.
"Good," he breathed. "Then strip."
"W-what?"
"Strip. You're my assistant. You'll wear what I tell you to. Strip."
"I..."
"Not learning very fast, are we? Should I sue you for having me hire you under false pretenses?"
Your brain was short-circuiting. Sue me? Your fingers began undoing the buttons of your shirt in fear and Chris watched you hungrily. You tossed your shirt to the chair behind you.
"Now, before you take off your pants, I need you to understand that this is your only chance to leave. If you don't, I'm going to fuck you into this desk. You're going to beg for me. You're going to be so filled with my cum that it's leaking out of you tonight when you're tucked in for bed and you'll find yourself dreaming about the next time I'll fuck you. Do you understand?"
Chris began rolling up his sleeves and you found yourself dizzy with desire. You nodded and his fingers came forward and began to undo your belt as he'd promised.
"Hold your hands out," he ordered.
You did as he asked, and he used his belt to bind your wrists together.
"I knew you'd be a good assistant for me," he smirked as he slapped your cheek lightly. "You waited there for half an hour for me. You wore what I asked and then put it on again today without being reminded. You were born to be my sub, weren't you (y/n)?"
"Y-yes sir," you stumbled. Was this really happening? You found him sexy and alluring but had never imagined this.
His fingers undid the button of your pants and he pulled your boxers down too. You were now completely naked.
"Go stand by my window," he demanded.
Your eyes snapped to his nervously. "What if someone sees?"
He looked at you in amusement, "Then they see. Go."
You walked forward and looked out. You were dozens of stories high. The people on the ground looked like little ants.
"Bend over," he instructed.
You listened and felt a sharp sting as he smacked your ass. You yelped and turned around to see his belt in his hand.
"Did you like that?" He bit his lip when he saw the bruise he'd made.
Weirdly you had. You nodded with red cheeks, and he did it again.
You cried out each time. "What if someone hears?" you fretted.
"What if they do?" he laughed. He obviously felt he was above the rules of normal workplace relations.
You heard the metal buckle hit the desk, and he gripped your hips with his hands. You sat up straight, and he turned you to lean on the desk instead.
"Have you had anal sex before?" he asked and you glanced back to see him jerking off behind you.
"Yes sir."
"So you clean yourself?"
You coughed awkwardly. "Yes sir."
You felt his tip press against your hole. Your heart raced in anticipation. "I'll stop if you need me to. But don't fucking need me to," he growled and thrust in.
You screamed out in pleasure and pain as his dick tore into you. He hadn't stretched you out at all.
"Chris, please slower," you begged.
He slapped your ass and stilled inside of you completely. He gripped your shoulder and pulled you so that he was as deep in you as possible and you squinted your eyes shut, struggling to relax into the size of him.
"Count to 5," he ordered.
"F-five," you stuttered. He slapped your ass hard and you lurched forward.
"Four," you continued and he hit you again.
"When you get to one, I'm fucking you even harder. Enjoy this break while you have it," he snarled.
"Three," you squealed, somewhat eager to be fucked again.
His slap came down hard.
"Two," you whispered.
Another slap.
You didn't want to be a brat but it was in your nature. You didn't say one and pulled off and sank down onto his cock. Chris's hand wrapped around your neck, choking you.
"Who's in control here?" he barked.
"You, sir," you replied and he smacked your ass one last time before pounding into you. The desk drawers shook from how hard he was abusing your ass. You moaned and gripped onto the corner of the desk to hold yourself down for him.
"Every day you're going to come into work cleaned and prepped for me, understood?" he grunted as his hips began to lose their rhythm.
You nodded your head against the desk but he wasn't satisfied with that response. He ripped your head up by harshly gripping your hair and asked again. "Understood?"
"Yes, sir," you moaned.
His hand wrapped around and began pulling your cock. You weren't going to last much longer.
"You're not to tell anyone about this part of the job, got it?"
"Yes sir," you replied. "But what if they heard us?"
"The walls are soundproof and the window is one-way glass," he informed you.
His dick twitched and you eagerly awaited his cum.
"And you must have my permission to finish."
"Yes sir," you agreed readily. "Please let me cum."
His hand had worked you up right to the edge and you couldn't take it anymore.
"You can cum, on one condition."
"Anything."
"Beg."
"Please, Chris. Please let me cum," you cried out.
"More," he smirked.
"I'm your cock slut now. I'm your sub. I'll do anything," you pleaded. You hated how needy you sounded but your dick was so full.
Chris's hips spazzed against your waist as your words pulled his own climax first.
"Cum," he permitted with a breathy moan.
His warm liquid filled your raw walls and you came on your contract, coating it with your milky release.
He slapped your ass as he came down and gripped you tightly into a lazy grind before pulling out. You could feel how much he'd filled you and were leaking already.
"Put your boxers on. Don't clean up and go take your seat. You're going to sit there all day filled with my cum, got it?"
Your face turned pink at the order and you nodded, dizzied from your high.
"Oh and (y/n)?" he said once you'd dressed, been unbound, and were headed to your desk.
"Welcome to the team."
