Making You Mine ft Park Sohyun
Word count: 11.5k words
A/N: Different from my previous work. It’s my first time writing something more explicit. If you’ve seen those photos of Sohyun… wow. I hope you enjoy!
Tags: fluff, smut, enemies to lovers
TW: violence, harassment
Park Sohyun x Male Reader
You hate this place.
The constant clacking of keyboards, the rustle of paper as people run to and fro, the constant whirring of the printer beside you. The office is just a hub of noise. You’re surprised work can actually get done.
But worst of all, you hate the giggling and the woman sat across from you.
Park Sohyun has been a thorn in your side ever since the pair of you joined the company three years ago. Always being partnered together in projects, you end up doing most of the work while she receives all the credit.
And you hate how popular she is. Your manager likes her far too much to be deemed appropriate but she takes it in stride, knows the line she shouldn’t cross to get her way. Despite her performance being average at best, she still gets preferential treatment.
The worst are the other employees milling about—always coming over to talk to her, to glance at her. Your station is the centre of traffic and it grates on your nerves. And it’s not just the men, but the women too.
A ball of crumpled paper lands on your keyboard.
“Oops. Sorry.”
You look up. See the shit eating grin on Sohyun’s face—and worse, Zhou Xinyu perched on her lap, laughing at something you didn’t hear.
Of course it’s her.
You continue to stare, refuse to break eye contact first. Then you see her hand move ever so slightly. Higher and higher on Zhou Xinyu’s thighs. You grip your mouse. Hard.
Jealous?
She mouths at you, enjoying your torment.
You take the crumpled ball and toss it back before standing and walking off.
You need a drink of water.
——
A minute later and you’re at the water cooler. You lean down, grab a plastic cup and pour yourself some water. You drink another. And another. You feel hot and dizzy, Sohyun’s teasing still on your mind.
How did she know about your crush? There’s no way she did all that and not know about it. You grip the edge of the cooler. She always knows.
You stand straight, loosening your tie before gulping down another cup. You stay at the cooler for a few more minutes, hoping by the time you’re back at your desk, Xinyu’s gone. Hope that Sohyun shuts up and does some work for once.
Your prayers weren’t answered.
You hear her before she comes into view—laughing, voice pitched low. An intern stammers something. Files hit the floor. You turn and look. She’s crouched beside the intern, handing them the files one by one. Then she ruffles their hair.
She stands back up and approaches the water cooler.
“Enjoying the show?”
You don’t answer, choosing to read the endless number of flyers on the board instead.
She stands in front of you, grabs her own cup before drinking.
You shouldn’t look. You do anyway. How she tilts her head further back than normal, the way her throat bobs after every swallow. You look lower, the top buttons of her shirt undone, her loosened tie hangs crooked.
You hear a little laugh—low, barely audible. She’s watching you stare out the corner of her eye, a smirk plastered on her face.
You walk off before she can say anything.
——
You look down at the clock on your computer screen.
7pm.
Most of the workers have left for the day. Just you and Park Sohyun.
You stretch your arms above your head, a small sound escaping your mouth. You remove the headphones before rubbing your eyes. With deadlines approaching, you’ve been spending more late nights at the office, crunching numbers, creating diagrams.
You stand, wobbling a bit. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep from the hours in front of your screen. You grab your coat and your bag, ready to leave.
“Hey, can you help me with this?”
You close your eyes. The elevators were right there.
But something pulls you back. Obligation. Stupidity.
You sigh loudly. Let your head drop and trudge over.
“Something doesn’t look right on the spreadsheet.”
You lean, hovering over her shoulders, checking her work. You scroll up and down. Looking for the mistakes she made. Ignoring the scent of her perfume surrounding you.
“There,” you say, circling the problem with the mouse, “the equation is wrong. It’s supposed to be this.” You lean down fixing the equation and watch how the spreadsheet corrects itself.
“My saviour,” she props her chin on her hand, watching you like you’re a puzzle to solve.
You keep your eyes on the screen.
“Is that it?”
She nods her head slightly.
You’re halfway to the elevators when she calls for you.
“Wait for me.”
You ignore her. Press the button to call the elevator. When it arrives, you enter quickly, press for the ground floor and push the close button. Again and again.
Her hand catches the door.
“Wow. You’re fucking rude.”
You ignore her comment and step to the side.
The journey to the ground floor feels like hours.
From the corner of your eye, you see her reach up. The clip comes out. She shakes her hair loose, then turns toward you.
You don’t make eye contact. But the doors are polished steel. You see her anyway—tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning back against the railing.
“You like Xinyu? She’s too good for you,” she says, tilting her head to get a better look at your face, at your reaction. “She’s got a nice body, I’ll give her that. Long legs. Pretty smile.” She pauses, eyes flicking to yours in the reflection. “That round—“
You turn, facing her. “What are you doing?”
She bites her bottom lip. Pushes off the railing and steps closer. Too close.
“It’s fun teasing you.”
You stare at her. What the hell is she talking about?
“You act all high and mighty. Act like whatever I do is beneath you, that it doesn’t affect you,” she plays with your tie, twirling it around her finger. “But I think there’s more. I think you enjoy it and I’m starting to wonder how long before you break.”
The door opens suddenly. She walks out without another word. Heels tapping against the tile—sharp and even. You’re still standing there, breathing too hard.
——
You walk along the streets of Seoul in the early morning, weaving through people as you get to work. It’s cold. Your coat doing little against the winter wind, hands trembling.
You enter the building, pausing to warm your hands. You wait for the elevator. Bow to a coworker. And another. You’re not really seeing them.
You smell her before you see her. She’s beside you. Of course she is.
The elevator door opens. You get in quickly, aiming for the back before she follows. More people start filing in, pushing you into a corner.
She’s in front of you. Facing you.
The elevator begins its ascent. She shifts, pressing against you—just slightly. She’s watching your face. You breathe in. Stare at the ceiling panel, the lights, anything.
Her hand finds your forearm. Squeezes. Firmly. You look down. You don’t want to. But you do anyway.
Your vision blurs at the edges. It’s her face—sharp and clear.
Hair pulled up in a high ponytail, exposing her face, making it harder to look away from. Glasses sliding down her nose. She’s looking at you over her frames.
Your breath catches. She licks her lips—slow, deliberate.
This isn’t teasing anymore.
Maybe you shouldn’t have taken her threat so lightly.
People leave. There’s more room now but she doesn’t move but presses closer.
The door opens on your floor. You exhale loudly. She steps back slowly. Her fingers trail down your forearm—light and deliberate. Then she turns. Walks to her desk like nothing happened.
——
You feel your eyes slowly close.
You’ve been sat in this meeting room for two hours, manager droning on about numbers, projections, expectations. You don’t retain much. Just twirling your pen between your fingers.
You scan the room. Everyone’s half asleep—stifling yawns, glazed eyes. Until you reach her.
She’s not looking at the presentation. But at you. Chin propped up on her hand. Fingers lightly tapping against her cheek—slow, rhythmic. Like she’s waiting for something.
Your eyes drift lower. Lips parted. Glossed. Catching the light. Top buttons undone, a small necklace rests on her collarbone.
You turn back towards the presentation.
A gentle thud echoes in the room. You ignore it. Until you can’t.
Your head snaps toward her.
Her heel. On the floor. And she’s not picking it up. Then you feel it. Her foot. Sliding up your calf. Slowly. Higher and higher.
She gives you a wink.
Your breath catches. Your heart—
“Are you paying attention?”
You turn your head back to your manager, face burning.
You swallow. “Y—yeah.”
He narrows his eyes. Holds your gaze for a beat before continuing.
You hear it. Quiet but there.
She’s laughing.
Her foot slides down. Slowly. She slips her heel back on.
You don’t move. Don’t breathe. Just staring at the presentation like your life depends on it.
——
The meeting ends. You stand and make your way to her quick. You grab her wrist—tight—and pull. She stumbles after you. People are staring. You don’t care. The emergency stairwell. You don’t slow down.
You slam the door open, shoving her inside. Her back hits the wall. You take three steps back and begin pacing, breathing heavily.
“What the hell is your problem?” Your voice echoes in the stairwell.
She doesn’t say anything. Just watches you, a small smile tugging at her mouth.
You stop pacing. Moved closer until you tower over her. “We’re at work and you’re doing this shit!” You say, voice low and harsh.
She tilts her head. Looks up at you through her lashes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She’s breathing heavily. You’re just too angry to notice.
You press in closer. Your leg between hers. Your hand finds her wrist and pins it to the wall beside her head. You’re close enough to feel her breath. To see her pupils dilate.
“Is this what you want?”
She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look away.
You lower your head. Until your lips are a breath from hers. This would shut her up.
You close your eyes as you inch closer. Hers stay open.
Your lips graze hers. You pull back. Fast. You stumble slightly.
She pushes off the wall, smooths down her shirt, readjusts her glasses. “Nice try. You’ve made a scene now. Good luck talking yourself out of this.”
She opens the door. Walks out. You see your coworkers. Staring.
Everyone saw.
——
You didn’t think life here could get worse.
Everyone around you whispers. About you. About the stairwell. You’re painted as the villain. Jealous. Unstable.
If only they knew what she was doing to you.
You turn up the volume in your headphones. Try to drown them out. It doesn’t stop the stares. Or that condescending smile of hers.
You feel a firm grip on your shoulder. You look up. Your manager. Your hand slides an ear cup off.
“Follow me.”
Fuck.
You’re going to get fired aren’t you?
——
No. You’re not getting fired.
Actually it’s worse.
Your manager has assigned you to a project. Something about logistics, delivery, supply chains. You’re not really listening.
That’s not the problem. The problem is who’s leading it.
Park Sohyun.
And you’re her second in command.
——
“Alright, you all know your assignments. Fighting!”
People begin filing out, the first meeting for the new project successful. You slowly pack your things. Stand. You take a step out the door—
“Not you. I need to speak to you.”
You freeze mid-step. You turn to face her, still by the podium. She points to a chair. You sit. She moves closer, settles on the edge of the conference table, looking down at you.
You swallow visibly.
She studies you. “I hope you can stay professional. We don’t want another stairwell incident, now do we?”
You see the smirk on her face, eyes gleaming in amusement. She’s loving this.
“N—no.”
“Good. You can go.” She waves you away. You bang your knees on the table. You ignore the pain, moving towards the exit.
You’re halfway out when she speaks again.
“I told you I’d break you.”
——
The numbers, the pie charts. They all begin merging into a blur.
The past few days have been hectic. Always is when a new project gets underway. The need to have something tangible to impress the higher ups.
You’ve barely had time to sleep, staying late in the office every day. Your eyes strained from staring at the monitor for so long.
“Here.”
You look up. It’s Sohyun, offering you a cup of coffee. You take it, looking down at it sceptically.
“Did you spit in this or something?”
She slaps the back of your head.
Sohyun hasn’t tormented you in the last few days. Too busy with the project but you’re still hyper-aware. Every time she’s close or talking, you half expect her touch or a jibe.
This is the first time she’s approached you in days. And strangely enough, you miss it.
Not because you miss her. Just… the distraction. The days are boring without it.
“You look tired. Thought you could use some coffee.”
“Thanks.” You stare at the cup before taking a small sip, wincing as you burn your tongue.
“How’s the data analysis going?”
You shrug. “Should be ready by tomorrow.”
“Hmm. Good work.”
Your heart jumps a little at the praise.
She doesn’t move. Just stands there, watching you work, sipping her coffee every now and then.
Your heart beats rapidly. Waiting for her to touch you or make an inappropriate comment. You feel her hand on the back of your chair.
“You made a mistake here. And there.”
You glance up at her in surprise before following where she pointing. She’s right. You quickly make the changes.
She hums in approval before walking back to her desk. You finally exhale, shoulders dropping.
“What? Disappointed I didn’t try something?” She says as she sits back down, smirking.
You shouldn’t ask. You do anyway.
“Why aren’t you?” You add quickly, “Not because I miss it.”
Her mouth opens. Then closes. She rests her chin on her fingers. “You’re boring now.”
“What? And I wasn’t before?”
“That reaction at the stairwell? I don’t think you could top that.”
Your face heats.
She’s challenging you. Baiting you.
You take it anyway.
“How do I not be boring?” Your voice comes out quieter than you meant.
She smiles wide. Stands and leans over your desk. You see a hint of her bra underneath her shirt. Your throat suddenly goes dry. You try to look away. Too late.
“Be more assertive. More reckless. That’s when people are fun,” she says like it’s obvious. She moves suddenly, towards your manager’s desk. Grabs a key and opens the bottom drawer. Pulls out a bottle of expensive whiskey before placing it on the table with a heavy thunk.
“You want some?”
You stand abruptly, your chair rolls back, hits the desk behind. You cross to her. Grab the bottle from her hands, open it and take a swig.
You hold it in your mouth—to look like you’ve done this before. You swallow. Your throat burns. You start spluttering.
She laughs. Her hand finds your back—rubbing, soothing. “Easy there,” she murmurs.
Once your coughing dies down, you look at her. Her expression shifts. Surprised. Impressed. You shove the bottle into her hands. Nod at it.
She holds your gaze. Brings the bottle to her lips.
Your eyes go lower. Her throat bobs after every swallow. You swallow along with her.
She places the bottle back on the desk when she finishes. There’s a drop of whiskey on her lips. You track it as it glides down her chin. Falls onto her shirt, staining the fabric.
Her shirt—when did she undo more buttons?
You look back up. Her gaze still on you, pupils dilated. Lips parted. Your breaths mingle. Everywhere smells like whiskey.
You push forward. Grab her waist. Crush your mouth against hers. It’s messy and loud. She moans. Opens her mouth. You don’t hesitate, forcing your tongue in.
She steps back until she’s pressed against your manager’s desk. She reaches back, sweeps the paper and pens onto the floor. The whiskey also falls. Shatters. You don’t care.
You lift her onto the desk, kiss her neck. She moans—right into your ear. Her legs lock around you, hands going to your belt—
The sound of the vacuum breaks both of you out of the spell.
You separate, breathing heavily. You crane your neck towards the sound. They don’t know you’re here yet. You look back at her, already buttoning her shirt.
“Want to get out of here?” She asks.
You can only nod.
——
Your manager frantically searches his drawers, muttering. “What? Where’s my bottle?”
You ignore him, focused on getting your tasks done.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him move closer to Sohyun. Your fingers hit the keyboard harder than normal.
He leans on her desk. Lowers his voice. “Have you seen my… special drink?”
“You mean the one in the locked drawer?”
“That’s the one!”
“Nope. I’ve been too busy.” She doesn’t give him her full attention, eyes glued to the computer screen.
He stares at her, waiting for more. When nothing comes, he frowns, walking back to his desk.
Sohyun stares at you over her computer screen, smirking. You try to fight the smile coming. You fail.
She slams her laptop shut. Grabs it and stands. “Come on. Let’s head to the meeting room.”
——
Sohyun stands at the front of the room. Clicking through slides. Assigning tasks. Fielding questions.
You’re not listening.
Last night keeps playing in your mind. The hickey left on her collarbone. How her thighs locked around your waist in the backseat of her car. How her nails raked down your back. The pain is still there. But it was worth it.
You can’t stop staring. Her lips are still swollen. You notice a slight limp when she walks. Favouring her left leg as she paces. You can see the hickey, barely peeking out of her shirt.
You smile at the memory.
“Anything to add?”
You shake your head, still smiling. Then you notice: everyone’s staring at you. Confused.
She glances at you, amusement on her features. “Alright then. This is the final push. Don’t let the team down.”
Nods all round the table. Chairs scraping. One by one they file out. Until it’s just you two.
She doesn’t move. Stares at the door until it clicks shut. “You were undressing me, weren’t you?”
You look down at your laptop, pretending to make notes. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She walks toward you. Slowly. The limp still there. She grabs the armrests, spins your chair to face her. She grips your chin, forces you to look up.
“Tonight—shall we finish what we started?”
“Didn’t we?” You don’t break eye contact. “In your car?”
She leans down, her mouth next to your ear. “I’m talking about the manager’s desk.” your eyes widen. “How hot would that be?”
No. It would be stupid. Crazy.
But you’ve had a taste of doing reckless shit. A taste of her.
And it’s addictive.
You pull her onto your lap, kissing her roughly. She laughs into it.
That answers her question.
——
“F—fuck…”
You grab her tie from round her neck, stuff it into her mouth as you continue to pound into her.
She’s under you. Eyes rolled back. Pants gone, panties around one ankle by your head. Her shirt, ripped open. You’re pretty sure you tore a few buttons. You need to reimburse her for that. Her glasses are still on, now askew.
God, she’s the most beautiful thing here—one hand fondling her breast. The other gripping your hand by her waist tightly.
You’re not gentle. She doesn’t want you to be. You can still hear her moans through her tie. You’re close. Too close.
She lets go of her breast, reaches for something by her head. Her phone. You don’t question it. Open the camera. Frame her: Shirt torn open. Tie between her teeth. Sweat on her collarbone. One leg hooked over your shoulder. You take the photo. Show her. She looks at herself. At what you’ve done to her. Her eyes grow dark. She nods.
More.
She cums. Hard. Her walls tightening around you. You finish inside her. No hesitation.
You lean over. Kiss her hard, desperate.
You take a few steps back, collapse onto the manager’s chair and watch as your joined fluids spill onto the desk.
You laugh. So does she.
You’re both still breathing hard. She sits up, places her feet on the armrest. Drags you closer. You look into her eyes as you start buttoning up your shirt. Disheveled. Smiling. “What, no round 2?”
You caress her leg, placing soft kisses on her calf. Up to her knee. She shivers. “My place?”
She considers. Then nods.
——
“W—why is my desk sticky?”
He’s looking around for someone to blame. Everyone’s staring at their screen, ignoring him.
You hear your phone buzz. Look down. Message from Sohyun.
It’s one of the photos from last night. Her. On the desk. Tie in her mouth. Below it: Shall we tell him?
You look up, eyes wide. She’s already looking at you. You watch as she bites her lip. Laughs into her fist. She’s already lifting her phone. Aims it at you. Your phone buzzes a second later.
Your face? Priceless
——
You open your laptop. Spreadsheet already displayed. You crack your knuckles, stretch your neck, and begin to work.
The project’s deadline is tomorrow. It’s almost done—just a few changes left to be made. The slack channel constantly pings with new messages from other team members. Updates on their tasks, offering assistance.
The shower head suddenly turns off. Five minutes later, Sohyun comes out: hair damp, wearing your t-shirt. It’s big on her—neck line too big, exposing one shoulder, hem falling to mid-thigh. If the deadline wasn’t tomorrow, you’d have thrown her on the bed for round 2.
She pads to your bed, wet footprints marking your carpet. She climbs under the sheets. Grabs her phone from the nightstand. You look over. She’s scrolling through the slack channel before tossing her phone away. She stretches. T-shirt riding up her thighs. You feel your heart rate pick up. You turn back to your screen. Try to focus.
She turns to you. Scoots until she’s pressing against you. Grabs your chin and begins kissing you messily. She tries to close your laptop. You stop her.
You pull away. “I still have work to do.”
“Do it after.”
“You just took a shower.”
“I can take another.”
You chuckle. Turn back toward the screen.
She watches you, annoyance marring her features. “Fine.”
You last only five minutes when you hear moans beside you. She’s touching herself. You try to ignore it. Her breath quickening. Your name spilling out of her mouth—needy. The way her legs spread wider. Your throat goes dry.
You look over. She’s watching you, a teasing smile on her face. She brings a finger to her mouth. Bites it. That look—you can’t get used to it.
You’re hard. Aching.
You shut the computer, toss it onto the floor, and pounce on top of her. She’s giggling like she’s won.
You crash your lips on hers, pushing your tongue in. Replace her hand with yours. Swallow her moans.
You don’t know when she became more important than work.
——
After the deadline, she decided to stay for the weekend.
You don’t argue.
You feel her eyes on your back. “What?” You ask, still facing the cooker as you make breakfast.
She’s sat at the table, chin resting on one hand, the other drawing patterns on the tabletop. She’s only got a bra and your boxers on. You love the sight.
“You’re weirdly hot you know?”
“Thank you?”
“I mean it,” you turn around, place a plate in front of her before sitting across from her. “If you keep your hair messy like that and wear those glasses…”
You stare at her as she bites her lip. Rubs her thighs together. You’re surprised she’s acting like this—at just a thought. “Maybe I will.”
——
Monday comes round. You’re looking at your reflection in the window of her car.
You followed her advice: messy hair, glasses instead of contacts. You adjust your glasses, touch your hair. It feels weird. You feel her hand on your thigh.
“You look fine. If I wasn’t driving, I’d be on you right now.” Her hand climbs higher, nails slightly brushing your groin.
A small groan escapes. You grab her hand. “I’m not going into the office hard.”
“Why not?”
You don’t give her an answer. Instead, you watch outside. People waiting for buses. Cleaners on the street, removing evidence of whatever happened last night.
“Let’s play a game.”
You hum in response. Curious now.
“First person to get dragged into the supply closet wins.”
“Sohyun… no.”
“Why? We already fucked on the manager’s desk.”
“You’re talking about doing it during work hours.”
“Exciting right?”
Crazy. She’s crazy.
But you’re already imagining it. Her pressed against the shelves—
What has she done to you?
——
You get off a block away from the entrance. Whatever this is between you two, you both keep it secret. No rumours. No questions.
You enter the building, scan your ID and wait for the elevator. People are staring. Your hair. Glasses. Gossiping. You look towards them. They look away, giggling.
Sohyun arrives a minute later, stands beside you. Smirking. “Told you it looked good.”
The elevator arrives. You move to the back. Sohyun stands in front of you, back to you. As the elevator ascends, she moves back. Her ass pressing against you.
You try not to look down at her. You fail. She’s typing something on her phone. Holds her phone over her shoulder.
Game starts now
She presses harder. You bite the inside of your cheek, face burning. You look around. No one’s paying attention. Don’t react. Not here. Not yet.
When the elevator reaches your floor, it empties. Just the two of you left. You lean in, groan softly into her ear. Watch the goosebumps rise on her skin. You sidestep around her before heading to your desk. You don’t look back.
Two can play this game.
——
It’s barely lunch and you’re already losing your composure.
She’s good. Really good.
A glimpse of her bra when she leans over to hand you something. She drops her pen deliberately. Lets it roll under your desk. She ducks under the desk. Her hand finds your thigh—not the pen. Every time she leaves for the bathroom, your phone buzzes. Photos of her. Hair tussled. Shirt open, exposing the smooth plane of her stomach. You do your best to hide them from your colleagues. Angle your phone away from your desk neighbour. But they just keep coming.
“Are you okay?”
You lock your phone immediately. Look up. Zhou Xinyu. She’s frowning. Concerned look on her face. “I—I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re looking really red.”
You nod, not trusting your voice.
She walks off. Then stops. Turns to you. “By the way…” You look over your shoulder at her. “Like the new look.” She winks at you.
You swallow visibly. Your phone buzzes again.
What the fuck is happening?
——
You look over at Sohyun, eyes pleading. Her foot’s on your groin again, pressing firmly. You bite your knuckles, trying not to moan. She’s smiling innocently.
She doesn’t stop, not even when some intern comes to flirt with her. She’s in her element. Laughing. Flirting.
You hate it.
You know she’s watching you, even when she’s not paying attention. How your jaw tightens when she laughs at a terrible joke, her hand playfully slapping his arm. She presses harder with your every reaction.
“What is with the tired looks, everybody? It’s Monday! A brand new week!”
A momentary respite when your eyes turn to your manager. You look around. Everyone’s eyes look heavy, their movements sluggish.
“This won’t do. You!” He points at you, beckons you closer with his finger. You slap her foot away before standing carefully. You walk slowly to him. “Go down to the cafe. Coffee is on me!”
Cheers of delight come from the team. Internally, you’re celebrating the reprieve.
You quickly make your way to the elevator, ignoring Sohyun.
“Can I join you?”
You turn. Xinyu stands beside you. “Sure. Going on your lunch break?”
She stares at you for a moment before turning to the elevator doors. “Something like that.”
Behind you, Sohyun watches the elevator doors close. Her eyes narrow.
——
“Let me pay.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“It’s the manager’s card.” You flash the card as if it was treasure.
She laughs. Covering her mouth with her hand. “If you insist.” She gestures you forward.
You move to pay then proceed to order for the rest of your team. 5 iced americanos. 1 caramel frappe with extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top.
You don’t know why you remember that.
You walk over to where Xinyu’s waiting, busy on her phone. She sets it down as soon as you’re beside her.
“What’s with the new look?” She asks.
“This? Sohyun suggested it. Said it looked good on me.” You don’t look her in the eyes when you answer, remembering what happened after she said that.
The eggs were cold.
“You’ve been hanging around her a lot lately.” You look up, wait for her to continue. “You’re a lot different from before you worked that project together.”
You narrow your eyes. “Good different? Bad?”
You’re interrupted when her order comes out first—placed in front of her. She bends over her drink, holds the straw close to her mouth.
“Not sure yet. Just different.”
You watch as she drinks. You shouldn’t be. The way her cheeks hollow. Her eyes trained on you.
You shift uncomfortably.
When did everything become so sexual?
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. “Excuse me.”
You move away towards the window. Stare down at your phone. Another message from Sohyun. This time a voice note. You press play. Press it against your ear.
You almost drop your phone.
She’s moaning your name. From the echo, she’s in the bathroom again. You hear her breathing heavily, voice raspy.
You can imagine it: her on the toilet seat, fingers between her legs, coated in her wetness. Her eyes fluttering close, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
You press your head against the window, a thud echoing in the cafe. Xinyu’s looking over at you in concern. You ignore her, focus on getting your breathing in check. Focus on not losing this game.
Then you hear it: a sucking sound through the speakers.
It ends there. Like a teaser for what’s to come. You check the time on your phone. 5 more hours until the day’s over.
“What happened? Is everything okay?”
You quickly turn. Xinyu’s close. Her face centimetres from yours. You don’t know how long she’s been standing there. Don’t know if she heard any of it. You hope she didn’t.
“Y—yeah. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She shakes her head. You feel your cheeks burn under her gaze. Did she hear it? What would she think? You see her raise her hand, point to your forehead.
“Your forehead. You hit it pretty hard on the window. It’s going red.”
You bring your hand to your forehead, feel a slight swell.
Fuck.
“It’s fine. I—“ you look over her shoulder and see the barista placing your order onto the counter. “The order’s ready.” You quickly move, thankful for the interruption.
You grab the coffees. Thank the barista. You turn to Xinyu. “Shall we head back?” You don’t give her time to answer, already walking to the exit.
——
“I told you. It’s fine.”
“If you don’t do something about it, it’s going to get worse. The swelling will get bigger. Redder. You could end up with a headache. Or have to go to the hospital.”
“Okay. You’re exaggerating now. I don’t actually—“
The elevator doors open. You see Sohyun stopping at the sight of you and Xinyu. Close. Her hand brushing the swell on your forehead. Gently blowing on it as if that would fix it.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen her angry.
“Is that the coffee order?” Her tone is cold. Emotionless.
“Y—yeah.”
“Great. Xinyu, could you—“ she takes the coffee from your hands, shoves it into hers. She grips your wrist. Tight. “—hand them to the team. Thanks.”
She’s dragging you out of the elevator before you can make a sound.
——
This feels familiar. Her dragging you. Of the time you dragged her out that meeting. Karma has a weird way of getting back at you.
She drags you up the next floor. Accounting. It’s a quiet floor. People here tend to mind their own business. They won’t notice how she opens the supply closet, shoves you inside, and locks it behind her.
You don’t know if you should be aroused or terrified.
She pushes you into a worn office chair. Grabs your tie. Forces you to look up before crashing her lips against yours.
You don’t respond. Can’t. Already feel her tongue invading your mouth.
She straddles you. Unbuttons your shirt one by one. You move your hand to do the same to hers. Only for her to slap them away.
Her lips leave yours, inches away. “You don’t get to touch me.”
You swallow hard. Try to chase her lips only for her to lean further back. She grinds against you. A moan escapes you. You don’t care anymore. Don’t care that someone might find you. Might hear you. Don’t care if your manager wonders where the fuck you both are.
You just want her.
You hear her heels fall to the floor as she undoes the last button. Feel her nails scratch you from your collarbone to your hips. Her eyes darken as she looks over you.
She presses her lips on you—your collarbone, your chest. She trails down until she can’t bend anymore.
She sits back up. Straight. Removes her own shirt before tossing it behind her. Forgotten. Grabs your chin roughly before kissing you. Desperate. Messy. Like staking a claim. Her other hand trails down, undoes your belt, the button before fishing you out, stroking you slow.
“Fuck…”
She smiles into the kiss, loving the way you easily fold.
She’s off your lap now, shimmies out of her own trousers. Smirks when your pupils dilate at the sight. No panties.
You try to reach her. You’re only met with her hand holding both your wrists, pinning them to the shelves behind you.
She straddles you again, grabs you and aims you into her. She lowers herself onto you until you’re fully inside.
You groan at the warmth. She groans at the fullness.
She rides you. Hard. Panting into your ear. Biting your ear. You’re too far gone to think clearly.
The shelves behind you start rattling, random items falling around you.
For a brief moment, you remember where you are. That someone walking by could see what’s happening.
You let out a loud moan at that thought.
She clasps her hand over your mouth. To make you quiet. But no one’s making her quiet. She grows louder. And louder. Until she has no choice but to stuff her own tie into her mouth.
You feel yourself getting harder at the sight.
She’s close. You can feel it. The lack of rhythm in her bouncing. The stutter in her breathing. The way she shuts her eyes tight, trying to hold herself together.
You finish first. Inside her. She follows soon after. Head collapsing on your shoulder, hand letting go of your wrists. They fall around her waist. You hold her tight. Wait until your breathing is under control. She places her hand over your chest, over your heart. Smiles at its rapid beating.
When you both calm, she lifts her head before lowering her lips onto yours. Softer. Gentler.
You part, eyes locked. “I win.”
She tilts her head in confusion. “What?”
“You said whoever gets dragged into the supply closet wins right? I won.”
You watch the realisation dawn on her face.
“Fuck you.”
——
“Damn it. The door’s jammed again. Is maintenance gone already… fuck.”
The supply closet door continues to rattle as one, two people try to get it open.
“Fuck it. I’ll get it tomorrow.”
You grab your phone. Read the time: 5:50pm. You’ve been here the entire afternoon, half expecting messages from your boss: where the fuck are you, where’s my fucking credit card. You didn’t get any of that, just a single text from Xinyu.
Told them you got hurt pretty bad on the way back from the cafe. Told them Sohyun went with you because she’s got a car.
You need to thank her for that. And explain all this too. Or come up with a convincing lie.
“How long left?”
“10 minutes. How do you know Accounting will be gone by then?”
“They don’t do overtime. Or refuse to. Just how they are.” She gives a noncommittal shrug. Browses the items on the shelves. She’s walking around the supply closet. Naked.
“I should’ve used this on you.” She turns to you, shows you some tape before continuing her browsing.
You can’t take your eyes off her. Hair a mess. From the makeshift ponytail in round 3. The bruises on her hips. From when you gripped her a bit too tightly in round 5. The glistening on her inner thighs.
You’re aching at the memory.
She looks down. Smirks. You’re hard again. “Ready for round 8?” She saunters to you, hips swaying more than normal before sitting down next to you.
She grips you, stroking slowly, twisting at the tip. You move your hand to her mouth, watch as she sucks on your fingers before letting them go. You trail them down to where she’s already wet, rubbing in circles.
You rest your head on the wall behind, eyes closed, enjoying her hand and her soft moans. She’s on her phone, tapping away.
“Look at this.”
You slowly open your eyes. Look at her screen. Xinyu’s latest photo on Instagram. A mirror selfie. The mirror’s steamed, she’s wearing a bathrobe, shoulder exposed.
“Sohyun… what the fuck…”
“Imagine it’s her hand.” She whispers into your ear.
She’s stroking faster. Your hand lying motionless on her. You shut your eyes. Can’t help the image of Xinyu on you instead.
You exhale loudly.
“Jealous of her?”
“I am.” She blows into your ear. You let out a moan. “But I understand. She’s hot.” She stops. Hand moving down, grabs your balls. Tight. “Just remember that I’m the one making you feel this way.”
You kiss her. Hard. Moaning into her mouth as she strokes again. Faster. Relentless. You come. All over her hand.
You can’t do anything but watch as she brings her hand to her mouth, licks her hand clean, smiles at the taste.
After that display, she stands, finds her shirt, dresses.
“What about you?” You say weakly, unable to move.
“You can make it up to me,” she’s putting her hair up in a ponytail. “After dinner.”
She tosses you your clothes. Leans on the door, waiting for you.
——
You both make it to your floor. Quietly. In case anyone is still lingering.
When the coast is clear, you move to grab your stuff: jacket, bag, ID. Both of you run to the elevators, giggling like children.
You put your hand in your jacket pocket. Something’s in there. Soft. Unfamiliar. You pull it out.
Her panties.
“Thought you’d like a souvenir.” She’s smiling.
You walk in as soon as the elevator arrives and the doors open.
“Was this supposed to help with the game?”
“Yeah. Didn’t think it would end up being useless.”
You laugh boisterously.
As the door closes, you pin her to the wall, kissing her.
——
Dinner’s at your place. An order of fried chicken.
She’s cleaned up, now sporting only your hoodie. You’re in jogging pants, no shirt.
Some variety show plays on the TV. You’re not paying attention, content to watch her. How she holds the chicken delicately with just her fingertips. Her legs tucked underneath her. She laughs at something on the TV. It’s loud. Addicting. You can’t help but laugh along with her.
She reaches for another piece. Arches her back as she takes one from the plate. You see a hint of a smile. You huff. You’ve been caught. You lean back on the couch, focusing on the show. She moves beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. Offers the chicken. You take a bite. She laughs again before settling against you.
You throw your arm over her, thumb softly grazing her hipbone. You lean down, a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
She looks up at you, eyes curving into crescents as she smiles wide.
Your heart skips a beat.
She leans up, pecks you on the lips before you can react and turns back to the TV.
——
At this point, she’s practically moved in. Which, by the way, is crazy. You’re pretty sure her place is bigger than yours.
You walk into the bathroom, see her toothbrush sitting next to yours. Counter space is nonexistent. Her essentials have taken over—lotion, cleanser, hair products.
You sigh. Grab your toothbrush. Start brushing your teeth as you walk around the bedroom.
Your desk is now her makeup station. Your wardrobe has her work attire.
(Only her work attire. She’s either naked or stealing your clothes whenever she comes by.)
You walk back into the bathroom, watching yourself in the mirror.
She comes in, wraps her arms round your waist. You stare at her through the reflection. At the way her hands start drifting lower, into your jogging pants.
You stop that immediately, turning, grabbing her and lifting her on the small space left on the counter.
You accidentally poke her eye with your toothbrush.
“Ow!”
You spit your toothbrush into the sink.
“Shit! Are you okay?”
She laughs, one eye closed.
You move close, kissing all over her face: the closed eye, her brow, her nose before ending at her mouth. One peck. Two. You dive back in, pushing your tongue into her mouth.
She reciprocates eagerly, one arm around the back of your neck. The other finishing her exploration of your pants. You feel her hand cup you.
You groan before lifting her, carrying her to the bedroom. She’s giggling the whole time.
——
“Re—really? They’re happy… with it?” She stutters, not paying attention to what’s being said on the phone.
A member of the project called. Updates her on what happened since she was away. The higher ups are happy with the project. They praised her leadership. Wants to reward the team with a big dinner.
She’s happy of course. But her mind’s elsewhere.
“Ha—have you talked with the other members? Asked what they w—wanted?”
She moves the phone away from her mouth. Covers the microphone as she moans loudly. Her head bangs against your headboard. “Keep going.”
She puts the phone back against her ear. Catches the last part of whatever was said. Her other hand reaches down, grabs hold of your hair, pushing you further into her. She starts grinding into your mouth.
You smile. Continue lapping at her relentlessly. The need to breathe no longer a priority. You start pushing a finger inside. Then another as your tongue moves up, circling her clit.
She bucks. You use one hand to hold her down.
“J—just let me know what the others decide. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.” She ends the call quickly, throws her phone away. It clatters somewhere near the bedroom door.
“Oh my fucking—how are you so good?”
“I watched tutorials.”
“Can you send me the link? I want to show them to all my—“
You don’t let her finish, sucking on her clit. Hard.
You stop. Look up at her. Mouth wet. “Is there anyone else?”
She shakes her head quickly.
“Are you sure? Use your words.” You’re torturing her. Still, it’s nice to have power over her sometimes. Nice to see her chest rise and fall. See her cheeks flushed pink.
“No. No.”
You dive back in. Her head thrashes side to side. She extends her arm suddenly, knocking over the bedside lamp before she starts hitting the bed.
“Fuck fuck fuck”
She’s panting now, her thighs tightening over your head. You have to pry them open just to breathe.
“Keep going. Please— I’m close.”
Her thighs begin to quiver, tightening around you again. She grabs your pillow and screams into it as her orgasm tears through her. Her hips lift off the bed, dragging you with her. You don’t stop, working her through it.
Eventually, she loosens her thighs. Lets you climb over her, trailing kisses—hipbone, sternum, up to her mouth. She grabs the back of your neck, kissing you. Moans at her taste. You smile into the kiss.
“Did I make up for the supply closet?”
She can only nod furiously before kissing you again.
——
Friday’s here.
You kick the ground outside the office, your breath visible as you wait for your manager. Somehow, he’s managed to weasel his way into this celebratory dinner with your team. A project he wasn’t a part of. You don’t know why Sohyun agreed to this.
“Where are we going again?”
Oh and your manager invited Xinyu as well.
“Some new, fusion restaurant downtown,” you say noncommittally. You do your best to avoid her gaze, lest you face Sohyun’s ire. You wouldn’t mind, except all you and Sohyun have been doing lately is having sex. You’re kind of sore at this point.
“I shouldn’t even be here. I wasn’t part of the project.”
“You missed your opportunity to say no,” you say bluntly. Then you smile. Wry. “It’s alright. The manager wasn’t invited either yet somehow he’s coming along. Trust me, we’d rather have you there than him.”
She can’t help but smile. “Thanks. Feel a little better now.”
“Don’t say that. I heard there were plans to ditch you with him.”
She pushes you halfheartedly, laughing. You smile along with her.
“Alright! I’m here! Let’s go!”
——
“I call shotgun!”
You, Sohyun, and Xinyu stand frozen at the audacity of your manager. Watching him as he opens the passenger door to Sohyun’s car.
“Looks like he took shotgun,” Xinyu says as she walks to the back.
You look over at Sohyun. Her jaw is tight. She’s annoyed. At your manager or Xinyu, you’re not too sure.
“Can you drive?”
You huff. “Sure.”
She hands you the keys before making her way to the backseat, behind the driver.
As soon as you open the driver side door, your manager begins protesting. “What are you doing? This is Sohyun’s car.”
Sometimes, you want to punch him.
“She’s not feeling too well. Asked me to drive.”
“I can drive. Sohyun, come sit here.”
“No, no. I’ll feel worse there. Might throw up on you.” She makes a gagging sound. Your manager can’t help but gag along with her.
You look into the rear view mirror, see Xinyu smiling in amusement. You do too.
“Let’s go.”
——
“I swear I want to kill him.”
“You invited him.”
“He invited himself.”
“Should’ve said no then.”
“Whose side are you on?”
The both of you hang back a bit. Watch as the rest enter the restaurant. Xinyu lags behind the group, looking over her shoulder at you.
“Can we tell him what we did? That we stole his whiskey? Fucked on his desk?”
She’s leaning on her car. You’re standing in front of her, towering over her.
“That’s a sure way to get me fired.”
“You? Not we?”
“He likes you. He’d defend you. He’d paint me as some devil who seduced you into stealing his whiskey and having sex on his desk.”
She chuckles softly. She’s staring up at you, eyes wide. “If only he knew I was the seducer.”
You smile. “If only he knew.”
You lean down, kiss her softly on the lips before gently pushing her off the car and toward the restaurant.
“You think we could leave early? Or at least go to the bathroom?” She’s talking to you over her shoulder.
“Sohyun… I’m still sore from last night.”
“Maybe we could invite Xinyu to join us.”
You stay silent. She’s joking. Still, it’s not a bad idea. “Should we?”
“Fuck you.” She flips you off.
——
This is bad. Like a powder keg waiting to explode.
Your manager’s drunk. Is starting to get more handsy—firm grip on shoulders, pulling them close by the waist. Everyone’s uncomfortable. Especially the women.
You look to Sohyun, forced to sit by his side, shifting uncomfortably, drinking every shot he gives her. To Xinyu, staring at her flute of champagne, silent.
Your jaw tightens, knuckles turning white as you grip the edge of the table. Yet you don’t say anything. No one does. Too afraid to speak out, to lose their jobs. Even Sohyun, who preaches recklessness, can’t seem to put her job on the line.
“Why is everyone quiet? Drink. Drink!”
Even the other customers are uncomfortable.
“Why aren’t you drinking?”
You turn to face him, a butter knife pointed toward you. Everyone’s looking, the guy next to you—his name you can’t remember—nudges you, points at the shot in front.
Before you would’ve stayed silent, down the shot, keep him happy.
But you’ve changed. For the better.
“I’m not drinking tonight. I’m driving.”
“Who? You don’t even own a car.”
“Sohyun. Xinyu,” you say, voice cold. “Anyone else who wants a lift.”
He cackles. “Everyone here can take a cab! They don’t need you driving them home! Isn’t that right Sohyun?”
You watch as his hand grabs hold of her thigh. At the way she flinches but can’t move away. Your vision goes red. You stand, punching him in the nose. You hear a crack, watch as he falls off his seat. You don’t stop there, walking round the table and pummelling him.
Crack. Another bone.
They pull you off him before you do something you regret. You’re breathing heavily. Ears are ringing. You can’t hear anything until you feel Xinyu push you, telling you to go outside.
You walk out. Lean against the wall before sliding down it.
——
You stay like that for who knows how long. Until you see her white sneakers.
You look up. Sohyun crouches down to eye level. Looks over your features. She brushes a strand of hair from your eyes.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“I know.”
“You’re going to get fired.”
“I know.”
“Thank you.”
Her hands cup your cheeks before leaning in. Kisses your forehead.
You smile despite yourself.
“Where is everybody?”
“The hospital.”
You hum in acknowledgement.
She moves to sit beside you. Your hand stops her, gesturing to your lap instead. You don’t want her to dirty her clothes. She gently sits down, back against your chest. She holds your hand in hers.
“They’re not going to say it in public… but they’re thankful. For what you did.”
“I don’t care about them. They saw what he was doing. Didn’t do anything.”
“Hey. You’re angry. I get it. But don’t blame them. The only person to blame is that bastard.”
You’re quiet. She’s right. You place your lips over her shoulder, kissing it gently.
“Are you okay? Drunk?”
She squeezes your hand. “Maybe a little.”
“Come on then. Let’s sober you up.”
——
Sohyun watches as you slowly pack your things into a box. Security guards watching your every move.
Rumours were quick to spread. Of the inappropriate way the manager was acting during the dinner. You thought you’d be arrested for assault. Except, everyone at the dinner defended you and someone let slip to the restaurant the company you all worked at. Online posts begin circulating: how this company could allow such behaviour. How the workplace must be such a toxic environment.
It was shut down quickly by the higher ups, ordering an internal investigation. Obviously, they couldn’t tolerate violence against a manager, so even if everyone defended you, you still had to be let go.
It’s fine though. You hated this place anyway.
You finish packing. Head to the elevator escorted by the guards. When you reach the ground floor, you hand them your ID, bow to them before walking out the door.
Xinyu’s outside. Waiting for you.
——
You find yourself in a small cafe. No one here save for you, Xinyu, and a barista who finds her phone more interesting than anything else.
“It’s not fair. Firing you.”
You look up from your mug, a small, defeated smile on your face. “You say that as if they had choice,” you watch as she’s about to protest, only for you to continue. “I broke his nose. They can’t keep me on after that.”
You watch for her reaction. When she lets out a frustrated sigh, you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
After a couple of minutes of just sitting there, drinking your coffee, she speaks. “So… you and Sohyun huh?”
You were about to say something before she stops you with her hand. “No one punches their manager unless they’re doing something to someone you like. Would you do it again? If it was me?”
You don’t hesitate. “I would.”
She stares into your eyes. Relief flooding her face at your answer. Her eyes though. They looked resigned. Like, despite hearing the answer she wanted, it was not what she actually wanted.
It felt like a confession. Of the crush you harboured for her for the last three years. You wonder what would’ve happened if it was her and not Sohyun you got close with.
You rid yourself of that thought. You don’t regret any of this.
“I told you that you were different since you spent more time with Sohyun. You asked if that was good or bad…”
“I remember.”
“It was a good thing. Even if she can be a bit… territorial.”
“Like when she had you in her lap? Hand on your thigh?”
She winces at the memory. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. It was hot.”
Her eyes widen in shock, disbelief at what you said. You’re also pretty sure that the barista’s no longer paying attention to her phone, more interested in your conversation.
“I don’t really have a filter anymore.” You wave your hand in the air as if your explanation made it all better.
“Did she ever… talk about me?” She asks shyly. You lean in, ready to tell her about the supply closet before she sits up straight. Covers her ears with her hands. “On second thought, I don’t want to know.”
You laugh. First time since the incident.
She smiles back at you.
“I should probably get going. Keep in touch.” She walks over to your side of the table, presses her lips to your cheek before walking out.
“There’s someone better than her?”
You turn at the sudden question from the barista. You can only give her a sharp nod.
——
You wipe the steam from the mirror. Stare at your reflection. Watch as water droplets slide down your face, into the scruff of your beard.
You need to shave.
You open the cupboard below the sink. Take out a razor and the shaving cream. You stand, turn the faucet on to wet your face a bit more.
You hear a whistle. Turning, Sohyun stands by the door. Hair in a high ponytail. Suit jacket discarded, she’s left in a black shirt, black pencil skirt, black stockings.
You exhale loudly. Those damn stockings.
“Wow,” she says, eyeing you like candy. “Hot.”
You scoff. You face the mirror, applying the shaving cream. “Just got back?”
“Uh-huh.” She’s closer now, leaning beside the mirror, watching you. “Have to say… would you consider wearing a Santa Claus outfit? It’s one of my fantasies.”
The blade freezes by your cheek. You would’ve said no without hesitation. Now, you’re actually contemplating hiring one.
She moves until she’s between you and the mirror, pries the blade from your hand. One hand pulls on the skin, the other slowly glides the blade against your skin. “The office. It’s boring now.”
You don’t say anything. Watch the concentration on her face. Only when she washes the blade do you speak.
“What? No one to flirt with? No intern kissing the floor you stand on?”
That annoyed her. She hooks a finger into your mouth, pulls your cheek taut before going over it with the blade. She scowls at you. You’ve long since stopped being afraid of it. Now it’s adorable.
The two of you have been fucking so much, you actually forgot how beautiful she was. Her eyes are focused, calculating. Pale skin contrasting against her dark clothes. Her mouth set in quiet concentration, plump. Perfect for kissing.
“You’re staring.” She finishes. Wipes the blade clean before tossing it into the trash.
You push her into the sink. You move until she’s flush against your skin. She cranes her neck up to see you. You’re more focused on the elegant line of her neck. The way her throat moves as she swallows thickly.
Before you can capture her lips, she presses a finger against your lips.
“Aftershave.”
You lean back, watch her grab the bottle. She pours a generous amount on her hand, spreads it before touching your face.
It burns.
You don’t break eye contact, keeping her hands on your cheek as you kiss her.
When you separate, your towel drops with a soft thud, pooling around you. She looks down, breath hitching at the sight of you, hard and leaking. She grabs you, takes you back into the shower. No care about what happens to her clothes.
——
Despite not working there anymore, you’re still kept in the loop on what’s happening in the office. Text messages from Xinyu to conversations during dinner with Sohyun.
You hear the passcode being entered into your door before opening. Sohyun’s home.
She kicks off her heels, leaves them lying on the floor. Drops her laptop bag by the shoe cabinet before walking toward you. Slow. Exaggerated hip sway. Her eyes never leaving yours.
You watch, mesmerised. Laptop forgotten on your lap. Your throat goes dry as she removes her hair clip. Shakes her hair loose. Soft and wavy. Framing her face in a way that makes you anticipate what she’ll do next. She drags her thumb across her lips, removes the lipstick before darting her tongue out, slowly licking them.
What is she doing to you?
Her hands find the zipper on her skirt, drags it down slow before letting it pool by her feet. You finally see her eyes, a predatory gleam to them. Dark. You can’t look away. Even as she slowly unbuttons her shirt, letting it glide down to the floor. Until she’s left in only her bra and panties. And stockings.
She stops in front of you. Closes your laptop. Tosses it on the far end of the couch. She straddles you, her weight settling on your lap.
“Rough day?”
Her fingers thread through your hair. Your eyes slowly close at the sensation. You feel her fingers move, from your hair to your glasses. She removes them, tossing them away.
She presses her lips to yours before speaking. “Had another interview about the manager. More like an interrogation.”
Another kiss.
“Talked about the incident. About you.”
Another.
“I think they wanted me to pin it all on you.”
You open your eyes then, half lidded. Hers the same, filled with lust.
“Did you?” You ask, voice hoarse.
She shakes her head, more strands fall over her eyes as she leans in again.
“They wish. Xinyu says there’s enough evidence for a full inquiry on him.”
Another kiss. Longer. Slower.
You separate. She whispers into your mouth. “I thought about you all day.”
She grabs your hands. Place one on her waist, the other on her breast. She moves her lips beside yours before biting your earlobe. You groan.
“Thought about your hands. Your mouth. Your—“
You couldn’t help but buck into her. You feel the sharp intake of breath. She’s smiling before biting your earlobe again.
“Sohyun—“
“Shh…” she pulls back, looks at you, breathing heavily. “I don’t want to talk anymore.”
She kisses you. Hungry. Deep.
You kiss back. Hands moving to her back. Fingertips lightly grazing her spine. She shivers. You feel the bra clasp. Undo it, letting it slide down her arms. She throws it somewhere behind her.
You start travelling lower, pressing your lips against her neck, collarbone before ending at her breasts. You alternate between both, giving extra attention to the nipples.
She moans loudly. Holds your head, keeping it close to her chest. One hand moves down, palms you through your pants.
Eventually, she pushes you off, dives back into your mouth.
You separate, both breathing hard.
“Bedroom?” You ask.
She shakes her head.
“Here. Now.”
She tugs on your shirt incessantly. You pull it off with ease, throwing it somewhere behind her.
She presses her lips on you: neck, shoulder, chest. They’re featherlight. Goosebumps appear on your skin.
She suddenly stands and turns, hooks her fingers into her stockings and pulls them down. Slowly. Ass pointed to you. Her head turns to face you, eyes gesturing to your sweatpants.
You get rid of them quickly, to not miss the show in front of you.
She kicks the stockings off her feet. Stands in front of you in only her underwear.
You move forward. Kiss her hipbone, her stomach, her thighs as you slowly peel them off her. You hear her panting, her hands twisting in your hair.
“No… I need you now.”
She pushes you back, straddling you quickly before lowering herself onto you.
You both groan simultaneously at the feeling.
Neither of you move, content with kissing. Only when the need to breathe becomes important did you separate. Foreheads touching, eyes staring deeply into yours as she starts rocking.
You hold her waist. Let her control the pace.
Her fingers move, gently grazes your jaw as she moans. As loud as she wants.
You’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
The way she sits up, one hand messing with hair. The way she looks down at you, eyes darkening as bites her bottom lip.
She’s losing it. Her rhythm, her voice.
You don’t want it to end.
She’s surprised when you lift, legs locking onto your waist. Her hands cup your face, kisses you desperately.
You turn, placing her onto the couch. She’s on her knees, facing the window, twinkling with lights outside.
You crouch behind her. Enter her slow. She bites her knuckles, eyes squeezed tight.
Only when you’re fully in do you move, matching the same pace as before. Long. Slow. You’re pressed into her back, one hand on her waist, the other just below her neck.
“F—fuck…”
You feel her tears fall onto your arm, hear the way she scratches the back of the couch with both hands. You pull one arm up, intertwine your fingers together as you get closer to release.
She’s louder now. You are too, breathing into her ear. You bite down on her shoulder to stop a loud moan. She pushes back against you, arching her back further.
She turns to face you, face covered in sweat, hair sticking. She captures your lips in a messy kiss as the hand on her waist finds her clit.
“Fuck. F—fuck…”
Her orgasm hits hard, moans muffled by your mouth. Holds onto your intertwined fingers tightly.
You keep going, prolonging her pleasure until you release into her.
You stay like that for what felt like hours. Heart racing. You wait until her breathing’s under control before you move, both of you moaning at the loss.
You sit beside her. She collapses into you before her head falls onto your lap. She looks up. Satisfied. Smiling.
“Feel better?”
“Hmm. Much.”
You smile, threading your fingers through her hair. You watch as she hums, closes her eyes and relax.
——
“Oh shit.”
She’s sitting on the counter in only your dress shirt, swinging her feet as you chop vegetables beside her. She grabs a piece. You open your mouth, still chopping as she places it in. You tease her by gently biting her finger. She slaps you on the shoulder.
“What is it?”
She turns her phone screen toward you. Placing the knife on the chopping board, you walk until you’re between her legs, reading the news article. You ignore the way her breathing stutters as you place your hands on her bare thighs.
“Shit.”
The company has taken a hit. A really bad one. Stocks free falling. The manager that you beat to a pulp at the centre of it all. Selling secrets to competitors. Private chats about the women in the office.
Your hand clenches.
“Ow.”
“Sorry.” You let go of her thigh, rubbing where you grabbed it too hard. You don’t notice that you’re caressing her higher than before, still engrossed in the article.
She locks her phone screen, places it on the counter beside her.
“Hey. I was reading that.”
She gently tilts your chin up. “Look at me.”
You meet her eyes. She’s searching your face.
“You okay?”
You exhale. You didn’t realise you were holding your breath.
“I’m—” You stop. Are you okay?
“You were right,” she says softly. “What you did. You were right.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” She cups your face. “Because you look like you want to hit him again.”
You laugh. It’s sharp, humourless. “I do.”
She nods. Doesn’t tell you that’s wrong. Doesn’t tell you to let it go.
“All the women he did that to. If I could go back,” you say slowly, “I’d do it again. Harder.”
“I know.”
You rest your forehead against her shoulder. Close your eyes.
“I’m glad you’re not there anymore. That place was poison,” she whispers.
“That place was poison.”
You pull back. Look at her.
“Are you okay? Being there without me?”
She smiles. Small, but real.
“I’m looking for other jobs.”
Your heart skips.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She kisses you. Quick, soft. “I’m done with that place too.”
——
You play with the collar of your dress shirt. It’s too tight round your neck, you’re suffocating.
“Stop that. She’d kill you if you mess with it.”
You stare at her through her vanity mirror. She puts on the final touches of makeup, checks herself before giving you a wink and kiss in the reflection.
She moves towards you, takes the tie from your hand before helping you with it.
“I still can’t believe she’s getting married.”
“Why? You still have a crush on her?” She pulls your tie too hard, making you splutter.
You had to tap her hand to get her to release.
You cough. “I’m just saying. She left the company same time as you. When was that? Two years ago? And she’s getting married already? Isn’t that too soon?”
She pats your shoulder. “Just be happy for her.” She leaves you standing there, moving to the living room.
You can’t help but stare, wishing she’d wear dresses more often. Thin straps, the hem just barely reaching her knees. The pastel pink colour. Not to mention the headband.
You love her.
“Come on. We’re going to be late.”
You follow her to the front door. You kneel down, help her with her heels as she holds you for stability. You let your fingers linger on her calf, rising to her thighs before she pushes you off.
“We don’t have time.”
You laugh, putting your shoes on. As soon as you were about to open the door, she stops you.
“Wait.”
She reaches down, pulls her panties down before handing them to you. She smiles and winks at you, gives you a quick kiss before heading out first.
You look at them, eyes wide. You stuff them into your pocket, running after her.
“Are you sure we can’t be late?”
She laughs.
“No!”
